yes she's back again


Request: could you please write a siriusxreader where he and james have the habit to take the cloak and stay up late in the commom room making bets about the couples making out and one night they caught their best friend, the reader, making out with a guy and she heard them and leave with the guy to her dorm and sirius stops talking to her and you can finish how you want?

“Guess we’ll have a boring night.” – Sirius said, sitting under the invisibility cloak with James. – “I can’t believe there’s not a single…” – But he stopped suddenly, when the portrait hole just opened up. He almost jumped up to greet Y/N, but then he saw a guy behind her, hand in hand, leading him into the common room.

“That was close.” – He breathed out as they plopped down on the couch. – “I thought Filch is going to murder us.”

“No, he’d prefer to torture us first, haven’t you heard that from him before?” – She giggled and rolled her eyes.

Rhys leaned closer and put his hand on her thigh. “Well, usually I’m not getting into any troubles… like you.”

“I don’t know what are you talking about.” – She replied with her most innocent face, looking up at him before he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her so passionately and deeply she had to lean back on the couch immediately.

Meanwhile, Sirius’ heart was beating in his ears and felt he could just go and rip the bloke apart – but more and more he saw he just really wanted to leave. He couldn’t watch this anymore. “I want to go.” – He almost jumped up, but James grabbed his arm, pulling him back to the ground just in time, while he was still under the cloak.

“What was that?” – Y/N asked suddenly, breaking the kiss while Rhys rested his hand under her skirt.

“I haven’t heard anything.” – He said quickly, in the attempt to continue what he started. A few seconds later she heard something again – and now she was sure. James and Sirius doing that again.

Anger filled her immediately; she always told them it’s a terrible thing to do, but knowing that her best friends sneaking up on her to…

She jumped up suddenly, taking the boy’s hand. “Come to my dorm. It’s more private there, you know.” – She said loudly, glancing on the corner where she heard the noises before. Rhys shot a half grin at her before they both left.

“It’s nice to actually see you!” – Y/N yelled after she arrived to the Great Hall, sitting down next to Sirius. James looked at her almost scared, knowing she’d easily hex him. – “You really are both huge prats, you know that?”

“Sorry! We didn’t know you had a date.” – James said desperately.

She looked at him across the table with a furious face. “You shouldn’t do this at all! There’s privacy, you know!” – She said loudly, trying to not shout. – “And what if I wouldn’t hear you? Then you just sit there, watching me having sex on the couch with Rhys?”

Sirius shifted in his chair, but still stayed in silence.

“No! We usually leave when that part comes.” – James said in a low voice, causing her to roll her eyes. – “Look, I’m really sorry.”

She sighed, shaking her head before she turned to Sirius. “And you have nothing to say?”

“Not really.” – He answered shortly, now even bothering to look into her eyes before he stood up, grabbed her backpack and left the Great Hall. Y/N was so shocked she couldn’t even speak for a long minute.

“What’s gotten into him?” – She asked James, but he just shrugged, looking at his plate, carefully avoiding her gaze. She shrugged too; she get used to Sirius’ mood swings by now. Besides, she was still angry with the boys for what they did.

But hours passed and he didn’t talk to her. He didn’t even sit next to her at classes, when she asked something he didn’t even hear – or just acted like he haven’t. At the end of the day, after dinner, she stopped him in front of the Fat Lady, not bearing his strange and annoying behaviour anymore.

“Sirius, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” – He said, ready to leave her, but she grabbed his arm.

“Really? Because it seems to me you’re angry with me since this morning. Or yesterday night.”

The memory made him angry immediately. “Well, sorry, it wasn’t a pleasant sight for my eyes to see your sweet Rhys running his hands all over you.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to understand the situation. “Why is that bothering you, actually?”

“It isn’t! I just… I thought you’re not one of those girls.”

Her eyes widened in anger. “One of those girls?! You mean like those girls whom you like so much, right? Those who let you in your bed so easily? Because I don’t remember I’ve ever heard you complain about them.” – Sirius opened his mouth, but she continued quickly. – “And I’ve never complained either about them.”

“That’s completely different! And why would you complain? It’s none of your business.”

Her jaw dropped. “Do you even hear yourself?” Yes, that’s not my business, just as it isn’t yours what I do with other guys!” – She shouted, causing several paintings to hiss at them. – “Or you’re the only one who can sleep around?  Using girls to make yourself better and forget about bad things? To feel yourself not so lonely sometimes?”

As she stopped and Sirius’ eyes darkened, she knew she crossed a line, but before she could’ve said something, he spoke up in a low voice. “Fuck you, Y/N. Oh, I forget somebody already done that.” – He said before he left, stepping through the portrait hole. She went after him, seriously considering to curse or hex him from behind, or at least shouting something to him, but by the time she was inside, Sirius was out of her sight.

She plopped down next to James, tears choking her and face red from the anger. “What happened?” – James asked, eyebrows furrowed.

She took several deep breaths before she could speak without crying. “Your friend angry with me, because… I don’t even know! He’s an idiot.”

James exhaled slowly. “You seriously don’t know why he’s angry with you?”

“Well, he’s because he thinks I slept with Rhys. But other than that… it’s none of his business. He shouldn’t be angry with me because of that!”

“Yes, but… wait, did you say he thinks? So you didn’t… you know.”

Y/N shot an angry look at him. “Not like it matters, but no. I was too angry after I realized you saw me.” – And I like someone else anyway, she thought.

“And what the guy said?”

She shrugged. – “He was furious and left. He was an asshole, actually.”

James adjusted his glasses and sat closer to Y/N. “Listen. You should talk to Sirius.”

“Sure, I will! After he apologized.” – She remembered something then, and after she ran her fingers through her hair, she sighed. – “But that’s probably not going to happen. I said ugly things to him too.”

“I’m sure you can…” – He started, but she cut him off.

“But he started this! It was his fault, right?”

“Talk to him.” – James said slowly.

“After he apologized.” – Y/N said again, leaving her friend on the common room who rolled his eyes at her. She knew, very well that Sirius too proud and stubborn to say sorry first. The only problem is that she was the same.

And they managed to spend four days without talking each other. It was only sarcastic comments or judging looks and short, sad glances when the other hasn’t noticed.

Until they went to Hogsmeade together and the other left them alone at a table; James, Remus and Peter went to another round of butterbeer while Lily and Marlene went to the loo, but curiously, none of them returned.

After ten minutes of awkward silence Sirius emptied his glass and jumped up. “I go and kill them.”

But Y/N grabbed his arm. “Can’t we talk?” – She had no idea why she said this, maybe the firewhisky, maybe the last four days were too much without him, but she wanted to talk. Sirius looked down at her for a long moment before he slowly sat back down, said nothing, but watching her carefully. – “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said… what I said.”

He just nodded slowly, so she quickly folded her arms and raised her voice. – “But I’m still angry with you, you know. You were…”

“An asshole, yes, I know.” – He leaned back on his chair and took a deep breath. – “I’m sorry for sneaking up on you and for everything I said after that. I… it’s really not my business what are you doing.” – He only looked into her eyes at the end, and she could see the honest regret and sadness in the depth of his pupils. But she only nodded as well.

“So are you and Robbie or Rick or something still dating?” – Sirius asked, avoiding he gaze again, looking into his empty glass.

She sighed. “No. We haven’t… nothing happened.”

“Oh.” – He said in surprise. – “Why? I mean… only if you wanna talk about it.” – He added quickly, seeing a flick of anger on her again.

She looked into his eyes for a long moment. Mostly because of you, she was thinking, but just shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“But he didn’t hurt you, did he? I just learnt a new hex and I’d gladly test on him.”

She laughed. “There’s no need for that.”

Seeing her laughing reminded him why he was so furious on that night in the common room. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine. But I still don’t understand why you were so angry with me.”

“Because…” – He stopped for a second, thinking about if he should lie or not, but the words escaped him before he could’ve think through properly. – “I like you.”

She raised her eyebrows. – “Well, I hoped that after long years of friendship you like me.”

And there was the perfect excuse; he could lie so easily, but this time he wasn’t able to do it. – “No, I mean… it’s a bit more than friendship… for my part. Or a lot more than that.”

Her lips parted and looked at him shocked before a short laugh burst out from her. “Are you serious?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I am Sirius, Y/N, but we talked about this.”

Her face was still amused, but her voice was low. “Why haven’t you… you know, asked me out?”

“Would you have said yes?” – He asked in disbelief.  

“Yes.” – She laughed again, seeing his shocked reaction.

Sirius tilted his head back and growled before he looked back at her, staring for a few seconds. She was still grinning, and it made him smile too. “So, now that we cleared that we were both blinds and idiots, will you go out with me?”

She pouted, which turned into a smile soon. “I don’t know, you just called me an idiot.” – Sirius let out a tired sigh, so she continued. – “Of course I’ll go out with you, you dolt.”

Y/N could see a strange expression on his face, though it wasn’t bad, it was some kind of wonder. He sat closer to her and turned his voice down. “Can I kiss you?” – Her eyes widened after the question and fell silence. – “What? I mean, it’s okay if not…”

“No, just, I’d never in my wildest dream thought you’re the type who ask this question.”

“You see, me neither.” – He said, leaning closer with every sentence. – “I don’t think I’ve ever asked this.”

She giggled once more before closed the gap between them, pressing a soft and slow kiss on his lips.


Idiot, Whore, Liar

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Request: None.

Summary: Scandal!AU: You work through your own issues while trying to fix someone else’s.

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, political assholes.

A/N: I love this show, so I thought it would be fun!

Tagged: @pearltheartist

Word Count: 3071

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my dog kept turning around to look at something behind us but there was nothing there but the sound of bells

mysilenceisamask  asked:

Supercat #18

Kara threw open the door to her apartment, barely remembering to slam it shut, stomping all the way to the dining room table. She sat down furiously, opening her laptop, hitting the call button, waiting impatiently as she chewed her lip until the video box popped up on screen.

“I’m coming,” she quickly spat before she could lose her nerve.

“You’re…what?” Cat looked at her like she had six heads.

“Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I’m coming,” she nodded, rocking a little as she crossed her arms. “To join you…in your new endeavor. Whatever that might be.”

“I see,” Cat exhaled, rubbing her temples. “And why, exactly…”

“I just can’t do it anymore,” the younger woman began to crack, eyelids filling, threatening to spill. “Alright?”


“Work for CatCo,” Kara admitted, looking anywhere but at the screen. “Be a reporter. Slave away for a person who will never give me the satisfaction of letting me know when I’ve done something right. Any of it.”

She failed to mention all of the non-work related reasons why she felt like her life was spiraling out of control.

Cat watched her closely, trying to gauge just how serious this quarter-life crisis was going to be.

“Okay,” she finally shrugged.

“That’s…wait, really?” she startled, not expecting that response. “You’re…really okay with…because you did say I would always have a job with you, wherever…”

“Yes, darling, I remember it well,” Cat replied familiarly. “I know exactly what I said, and I meant it.”

“Oh…okay. Good.”

“Except I don’t have a job for you just yet,” she continued. “My next endeavor currently consists of taking a road trip cross-country to visit with publishers, eating as many tacos as one human can reasonably consume, all while trying to write something that will be of interest to anyone other than myself and my teenage son.“ 

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  • fp: omg i cant wait to see you
  • me: *literal fireworks inside my brain from happiness*
  • bpd: you manipulated them into caring about you
  • me: but..
  • bpd: its fake
  • me: damn. u right. :/

anonymous asked:

Would you write a fic with Bellarke losing their virginity together? Thanks!!!

This was gonna be a ficlet, I swear, and now it’s ~4 hours later and it’s a 4,000+ word E rated one-shot.  Whoops? Anyway, have some gentle first time smut.

Clarke wrinkled her nose at him over her red plastic cup and Bellamy grinned.  “Not a fan, princess?”  He had given her that nickname their first week of school and at the time he’d meant it as an insult, but now— with half the people in their dorm moved out and the rest of them frazzled by finals— it felt different.  He was fond of her, despite their rough start.  And after Miller and Octavia, she was probably his closest friend.

“Yeah, who would have thought four different kinds of alcohol wouldn’t taste good all mixed together,” she said dryly.

“It’s five, actually.  Murphy left behind some Mike’s Hard Lemonade.”

Clarke mimed a gag.  “So that’s what that taste is,” she said, setting her cup down.  “I can’t decide if this is the worst or best idea Jasper’s ever had.”

Across the crowded room the man in question finished slurping down his jungle juice to raucous cheers and Clarke chewed on her lip.  “Everything okay?” Bellamy asked, and if you told him the day he moved in that one day he would ask the girl upstairs with the perfectly-matched dorm set if she was okay and mean it,  he’d have laughed in your face.

But that was before she stumbled on him in a study room having a full on meltdown over his Biology exam.  After all his sneers and sarcastic comments he expected her to laugh in his face, not fork over her flashcards and stay with him until he could recite every single stupid process from memory.  He couldn’t hate her after that, but they weren’t quite friends— not until the day she missed Econ thanks to food poisoning and he had shown up at her door with all the notes. (He could have emailed them to her, but then he wouldn’t have been able to go heat up her ramen in the communal kitchen.)

He already regretted those first few months they spent hissing and snarling at each other and was determined to make up for it however he could.  Clarke shook her head no  at his question but Bellamy knew her well enough by now to know when she was hiding something.  He raised his eyebrows and she glanced around the room before jerking her chin towards the door.  Bellamy drained his cup— it tasted like death, she was right— and set it on the corner of Jasper’s desk.

The hallway was eerily quiet and cool compared to the humid heat and crowd in Jasper and Monty’s room.  “What is it?” he asked.

Clarke furrowed her brow and waved at Roan, who poked his head out of the RA room at the end of the hall.  Technically they were breaking about a dozen rules with this party, but Roan had never really seemed to care so long as they kept it to a dull roar.  Plus he appeared to have a soft spot for Clarke, a fact that rankled Bellamy quite a bit more than he’d like to admit.  Roan waved back and Clarke grabbed Bellamy’s arm, dragging him into the room that used to belong to Sterling and Riley.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” she said, perching on the edge of the stripped-bare bed.  “But it’s…kind of weird.”  

“You already know that I had a crush on Artemis when I was seven.  Weird is okay with us.”

“Yeah, but that was cute-weird.”

“She’s the Greek goddess of the hunt, Clarke.  It’s more than a little weird.”

That brought a smile to her face and the tightness in his chest eased.  He hated seeing her anxious.  “Okay, well— promise me that when I say this, if it’s out of line or weirds you out or anything, you’ll just say no and it won’t ruin things.”


“Us.  Our friendship.”

“We’re friends?” he teased.

“That’s generally what I call the person I talk to the most, yes,” she bantered back, but she was looking worried again.

“Clarke, just—”

“I want to have sex,” she blurted out.

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 12

Two chapters in two weeks! @outlandishchridhe and I are rather proud of ourselves, honestly. And, because this chapter is INCREDIBLY long (13 pages on our Google doc [a new record!]) I’m putting it after a break. If it won’t load for you, you can read the full chapter over on my AO3 account HERE

I have to dedicate this chapter to my wonderful mum @thatwetwomaybeoneagain who kindly requested we put in a bit of canon dialogue. So we did, and I hope you enjoy it mum!

Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 6

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“-he realized that this was, in fact, what he’d always been looking for. This was it. He wouldn’t trade what he had with this man for anything else.” (quote)

                “My daughter is going through her Harry Styles phase, right? First, she insisted for tickets which I got it for her anyway. Second, his album has been on repeat every passing second since release. Third, is there anything else I should worry about? Any warnings about this Styles guy?” Cassandra questioned, arms firmly crossing over her chest before raising a brow at the other.

Chapter Six: Tuesday’s Child
Happy Mother’s Day!

I’ve had this chapter written and ready to post for a while … and then I realized I could post it on Mother’s Day! What’s Mother’s Day without a good birth scene? I’ve watched WAY too many seasons of Call the Midwife for the stereotypical hysterical-screaming/ jump-cut editing crap, so this turned out kind of long.

I could be persuaded to write Jamie’s perspective as well, if there’s an interest. ;)

Monday, November 22nd, 1543; Beauly, Scotland.


Jamie entered the room with our lunch and a cheery greeting. I arched my aching back as I reached my arms over my head and stretched in the large, feather bed. I mumbled something in reply, not fully awake yet from my third nap of the day.

At least, I thought it was the third. I wasn’t entirely sure if I fully woke up from the second. I certainly hadn’t left the bed between naps two and three.

The muscles of my abdomen cramped and a wave of nausea rolled over me. I had been having false contractions for a while now, but something had been off all day today.

This growing feeling of discomfort urged me to speak.

“Are you within the castle this afternoon?” I asked, trying to sound normal.

Jamie’s back was to me as he placed the tray on the table and began to set up our meal. “Nae, back to the stables wi’ me as soon as we’re done eatin’. Shall I bring ye anything special from the kitchens for dinner?”


If the Laird had needed him within the castle, I could easily send for him if these mixed signals turned into anything of substance, but he was entirely too far out of reach in the stables.

I wasn’t sure how to ask him to stay without triggering some sort of childbirth panic alarm in my husband. Jamie had been hypersensitive to me this last week, ready to spring into action as soon as I gave the signal. If this wasn’t the beginning of my labor, I’d have a hovering husband and, quite possibly, an entire castle waiting for something to happen.

“I really wish you wouldn’t,” I sighed, while trying to think of a way to phrase ‘I think I’m in labor’ without actually saying ‘I’m in labor.’

“No’ hungry?” He turned, giving me a concerned look. “Ye should eat somethin’, mo nighean donn, or the bairn will complain, aye?”

The cramp strengthened, edging its way towards my lower back.

My voice shook as the feeling of discomfort within me inched closer and closer to pain. “I don’t think he’ll complain, he seems to be packing his bags at the moment.”

Jamie’s eyes grew large as understanding took hold. He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing silently like a fish out of water.

When he did find his voice, it was a good octave or two above normal. “Sh-should I fetch the midwife?”

“No!” I all but shouted. The last thing I needed right now was that decrepit old woman watching my every move.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I curled my legs up as far as they would go and pulled the blankets tighter around me. I heard him cross the room and kneel down on the floor beside me. His hand trembled as he tucked a curl behind my ear. Cracking my eyelids open just a little, I could see the panic in Jamie’s eyes. His chest heaved as he tried to remain calm.

“I think I’m having contractions, but I’m not really sure.” I whispered and brought my hand to his.

He leaned close, his nose brushing against mine, asking “Wha’ can I do, Claire?”

“Will you hold me?” All I wanted was to lay here and shut out the world, to feel his arms around me and take strength from his presence.

He crawled around me, easing himself into bed. I could feel every ounce of tension leave me as his body curled around mine. His arms, now steady and sure, gathered me close and I melted into him.


“You’re pacing, Jamie.”

“Hmm?” He turned to me, mind somewhere else. “Oh, aye. I suppose tha’ I am.”

I hid a smile. My contractions were more than fifteen minutes apart and the pain was still manageable, but Jamie was coming apart at the seams.

His eyes refocused on the present and he grinned sheepishly at me. “Am I botherin’ ye, mo nighean donn? Should I pace in the other room?”

“If you so much as touch that door handle, James Fraser…” I threatened, not entirely sure what I would do.

The smile broadened as he held up his hands surrender. “I willna.”

A spasm began and I realized we hadn’t really talked about his part in these proceedings.

“Promise?” I begged.

“I promise I willna leave until ye tell me to.” He vowed as he bent forward to kiss me. “An’ even then, the midwife will have to tear me away from yer side.”

The idea of giving birth without him in the room had never crossed my mind. Even in my time, husbands rarely attended the births of their children and I expected it was even more rare in the sixteenth century.

“You won’t really leave, will you?” I asked, dodging his caress. ”I need you to stay with me.”

He looked entirely skeptical, “Ye willna want me here when–”

“I’m can’t do this alone, Jamie, not again. I can’t – I won’t – do this without you.” Cutting him off, I grabbed hold of him, desperate to make him understand. “Please don’t ask me to.”

“If that is what ye wish, mo chridhe, nothing on this earth will move me.” He assured me, his face held a hint of doubt that I would really still want him at my side a few hours from now.

I let him kiss me then, his touch full of support.

We would do this as we did everything: together.

Around midnight.

“What are we at now?” I asked as a contraction gained momentum, trying to breath normally. They were in a definite pattern, each one a little closer to and stronger than the last.

Jamie checked the small pocket watch that miraculously had been in his sporran when we went thru the stones. “Tha’ was ten minutes between,” he answered as I gripped the back of a chair.

Swaying my hips slowly side to side, I tried to find relief from the pain. Jamie came up behind me and started to massage the spasming muscles of my lower back.

“Mmm,” I encouraged him. “Right there.”

The baby shifted suddenly and I desperately reached behind me for my husbands hands. I half pulled him in front of me, half turned turned towards him and buried my face in his chest.

“Jesus H Roosevelt Fucking Christ, this bloody hurts.” I groaned.

Jamie’s head lowered to mine, gently kissing the top of my head. “I’m sending for the midwife after this one is done, mo nighean donn.”

I nodded but didn’t speak.

We began to sway again, Jamie half singing, half speaking a sort of lullaby to me in Gaelic.

“Jamie?” I interrupted. “I love you, but you are a terrible singer.”

About 4:00 am

“Damn,” I muttered as a stream of amniotic fluid ran down my legs. “Here we go.”

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anonymous asked:

Here's a prompt! How about an elriel fic where Elain has a nightmare and az comforts her?

I love Elriel as a couple, but I have a hard time writing about them for some reason. This prompt was so sweet, though, that it came pretty quick! Thank you, Anon, for submitting! I hope y’all enjoy.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

I felt the shadows begin to creep when her scream woke me from my sleep.

The couch. I had fallen asleep on the couch after I carried her to bed. She wasn’t feeling well, she said, so I carried her up the stairs and laid her down, tucked her in. I came back down to….

The coffee table was covered in knives. Ah, yes. I came back down to sharpen my-

She screamed again, my name this time, and I was halfway up the staircase before she could finish the third syllable.

I almost ran into the wall when the hallway took a sharp turn, and blinked a few times before my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness. I stumbled into the doorway as she began to pant. I could smell the sweet, salty scent of her sweat, of her tears.


She was sitting up in our bed, the blankets tangled around her as if she’d been thrashing.

“Azriel…” she breathed, her eyes opening for the first time.

I approached her, slowly and gently, careful not to frighten her. This had been happening less and less, the nightmares, but she still had them occasionally. Typically, I was lying right next to her, but this time I was not.

Her breathing was slowing down, becoming normal, as her eyes refocused. 

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, taking a seat next to her on the mattress. “I must have dozed off downstairs.”

I brushed my thumbs along her cheekbones, drying the thin streams that had formed.

She shook her head. “It’s okay, I’m fine. I just….forgot where I was for a minute.”

“What was it this time?” I asked, mildly, into the silent night.

“Bloodshed,” she sighed, “the….war. All of it.”

The King’s head. That’s what she usually saw when the nightmares came.

When I could tell she had regained sense of who she was, of who I was, I pulled her back against the pillows. Lying her head on my bare chest, and wrapping an arm around my waist, she sighed. “Do they ever go away?”

I wanted to say yes, that eventually the pain and the visions disappeared. But, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t lie to her, get her hopes up. “No. They become easier….they become less, but they don’t go away.”

She didn’t seem disappointed, or surprised. “That’s what Feyre said, too.”

Her fingers slid in between mine as I stroked her cheek, gently, with the tips of my fingers.

I hated these moments. I hated hearing her panic, seeing her eyes out of focus, lost, forgetting where and when she was. Elain was stronger than she allowed people to believe. She could handle it. She always came back to me, she never got so lost in the nightmare that she broke. But, I still hated it. It still destroyed me every time. It still terrified me to see it, to watch it play through.

“Your shadows,” she gasped.

I hadn’t realized that I closed my eyes, that I had let my guard down.

The shadows. The shadows had consumed us, surrounding us like the night sky. I could hardly see her face, could hardly see the worry in her eyes, the awe of that disastrous beauty.

I collected my emotions, my thoughts, and reeled in the black, incandescent clouds.

“Azriel…” she began, then stopped.

I kissed the temple of her forehead, and apologized. “I wish I could take your pain away.”

She laughed, and the sweet melody took me by surprise. “You do. Everyday.”

Surprise must have lit my features because she climbed on top of me, straddling my waist and slowly, carefully, slid her hands under my neck. “I was broken when I met you. I was broken, and you brought me back to life. That pain that you found me in….that pain has continued to lessen since the day I met you. I am so happy, Az. I don’t hurt anymore, I’m not scared.” Her smile faltered, “Not when I’m awake, anyway.”

I brushed the golden strands behind her pointed ear. I didn’t know what to say, I wasn’t good at finding words of comfort. Instead, I pulled her down against my chest and rubbed her back, under her nightgown, until her eyes closed and her breathing became steady.

I wasn’t leaving. I laid there, for the rest of the night, until the beauty that was the night sky of Velaris disappeared and the sun rose over the mountains. I laid there, rubbing her back, whispering into her ear how much I loved her, how I would never leave her, how I would protect her at all costs.

Not that Elain couldn’t protect herself. She was a warrior. A beautiful, gentle warrior.

KakaSaku prompt fill

This is for @goldfishlover73 who requested KakaSaku and seducing each other (badly)… This may not be what you were thinking, but it’s what came to mind so I ran with it. I hope you enjoy!

I also got a bit carried away and is closer to 2k instead of 1k…

-Icha Icha Fantasy-

Sakura stared at herself in the mirror and tried not to cringe at her reflection. During one crazy night, delirious from lack of sleep and overabundance of alcohol, Kakashi had confided that he had a particular fantasy contained within the pages of Icha Icha. He’d given her the page numbers and everything. She studied those pages over and over, memorized the words and practiced them until they no longer made her blush.

Standing here now she felt incredibly silly. Her white blouse was only buttoned up half-way, letting the lacy top of her bra peek out - and who wore black underwear under white clothes anyway? She huffed, irritated. Then again, the whole point was to not be in the clothes for long.

She pushed her breasts up and together, wishing she had a little more to work with; the extra padding in the bra was pretty uncomfortable. She turned to the side and tugged at the hem of her skirt, if you could even call it that. The flimsy white material hugged her curves and barely covered her ass. The detail of her black panties could be seen through it, and with the outfit completed and on her body she was starting to feel little self conscious.

This was a bit overkill, wasn’t it? She supposed it would serve its purpose. The heroine used it to seduce her target into a hot, sweaty secret-divulging mess. Luckily, her target would - hopefully - be more agreeable. And really, all she was aiming for was the hot, sweaty part.

She swiped some gloss over her lips and pouted them at herself. She almost giggled; it was so cheesy it may just work. She dabbed her fingertips under her eyes, ensuring her eyeliner was set, and then slipped her feet into the pair of white high heels she borrowed from Ino. Then she gave herself one final nod of approval.

‘You can do this. You can do this.’ She mentally hyped herself up as she walked down the hall. She heard the rustling of papers and another weary sigh. Kakashi had been poring over books and scrolls all week and she knew he could use a little distraction.

Her stomach twisted as she paused just out of sight, her heart fluttering under her ribs. Nervousness spooled inside her, almost making her turn around, but she took a deep breath to calm her nerves.


She took a step back and pressed to the wall. “Um…yeah?”

“Have you seen the folder that had the key notes from Samui’s conference in Kumo? The one about the proposed trade agreement?”

“I’ll check the bedroom,” she replied and then turned back.

Ugh, what a way to lose all that momentum. She picked through the stack on the nightstand and found the file in question. She rounded the corner into the living room; he had certainly made a mess of the place. Books and files were lying open and scattered across the table and in his immediate vicinity on the floor. Kakashi was hunched over, reading while his free hand was hurriedly taking notes.

“I found it,” she said, voice soft and what she hoped was sultry, as she extended the file.

“Thanks, could you said it there?” He blindly gestured to the table.

“But I thought I should give it to you directly.”

The first thing Kakashi noticed were the heels, and he sat back, letting his eyes travel up her - long, slender - legs to the barely there skirt. The blouse pinched around her petite waist and split open to reveal the plump, teasing curve of cleavage. He could feel his cheeks warm and he gave a small cough to distract his attention.

“Sakura, what are you doing?”

His lead in question was similar enough to the book, so she went on with the dialogue, taking a step closer. “Just doing my job and checking on you. An important man such as yourself can’t afford to risk illness.”

“I feel fine,” he answered, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I’m the nurse here,” she countered, her voice just the slightest bit nervous as she came closer, stopping just within reach of him.

She lifted her hand to his face, following the edge of his mask before slipping a finger inside and pulling it down. She pressed her hand to his cheeks and then his forehead. “You feel hot. Drinking enough water?”

Still a bit perplexed at her behavior, Kakashi let his eyes rake over her again. “Yes?”

She pushed him back into the couch and straddled his lap; her skirt rose up leaving nothing to the imagination. Sakura leaned forward, giving him the perfect view down her shirt. He noted the bra matched before her fingers pressed against his neck. Her eyes lifted and met his - brilliant green, even more so against the smoky gray and black around them.

“Your pulse is racing,” she murmured, sitting back and grinding on him in the process. She took his hand by the wrist and lifted it, purposely dragging his touch across her breast before settling his hand to her neck. “Can you feel my heart beating?” she asked, pouting her lips at him.

The whole scenario seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn’t quite place it until she leaned forward again, her lips by his ear. “Perhaps you need to be closer to the source.”

He could feel her hands moving between their chests and when she sat back, she pulled her shirt open and let it fall off her shoulders. She took his hand and pushed it to her breast, a soft moan falling from her lips.

It all clicked in his mind where he knew this from and he threw his head back with a bark of laughter. Surprised, and maybe a little put out, Sakura straightened. Kakashi dissolved into a fit of laughter and her look of concern fell into full-on dismay and disappointment.

“What’s so funny?”

His face was still scrunched up in mirth. “You’re reenacting Icha Icha!”

“And?” She threw up her hands. “You’re unbelievable!”

“Unbelievable? You’re the one wearing what looks like a sock for a skirt!” he snickered.

She shoved him. “It’s your damn fantasy!”

“And it’s ridiculous,” he admitted between chuckles.

Sakura was less amused; she had spent time and effort on this for him, had gone out of her comfort zone, and now he was laughing at her. Anger slowly started to replace her embarrassment and tears picked at her eyes. “Just forget it.”

The tone of her voice quelled his laughter and the smile dropped from his face when he noticed her expression. “Hey, Sakura… I just-”

“I said forget it! You’ve been so busy and withdrawn and I know this is important… I just thought…that I could lighten the mood and help you relax a little. And now I just feel like an idiot! So, thank you!”

Kakashi wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in his lap, and smiled as he leaned toward her. “Thank you. I suppose in theory it was a good fantasy, but realistically I think-”

“It’s cheesy as shit.”

He nodded. “It really is.” His eyes flickered down at her chest. “And you really went all out.”

Sakura looked down, feeling self-conscious once again. “You don’t have to stare.”

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t appreciate the effort?”

She pursed her lips, unamused as he pulled her a little closer. “Smells like strawberry,” he commented, pointedly looking at her mouth.

“Too bad you won’t get to find out.”

“Oh, Sakura, come on,” he countered. “I’m sorry I laughed, but I wasn’t laughing at you. You were the sexiest part of the whole thing.”

The tension drained from her face and she smiled, just a little. “You think so? Sock-skirt and everything?” she questioned, eyes doubtful.

“Well,” he hummed. “Not so much the skirt, but I rather like what’s under it. I like lace.” His thumbs swept under her skirt, over the juncture of her thighs. She blushed against her will and his resulting laughter was lower, raspier. “And I like what’s under the lace even better.”

His fingers inched closer, passing over the thin garment. Sakura’s breath caught in her throat and he ducked in to take her mouth. She breathed against him as his hands smoothed down her back, rocking up against her as he pressed her closer. Kakashi was all lean muscle and firm under her touch as she slipped her hands under his shirt. Her lips parted with his, charmed by his kiss, and their tongues came together twirling lazily against one another.

He pulled her bottom lip between his own, running his tongue along the fullness of it before releasing her. “Mmm… it is strawberry.”


“I think a break from all this is exactly what I need.”

A smile broke across Sakura’s face as she stood, crooking her finger at him. “Come and get it.”

She darted around the table as he stood, his chuckle following her as she raced into the kitchen. They stared at each other across the breakfast island. He grinned at her. “You’re going to have to make a move at some point and when-”

Sakura ran by him toward the hallway, but Kakashi was right behind her. She squeaked as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. In one fluid motion, he lifted her up and carried her bridal style to their bedroom. Sakura’s laughter died off and she looked up to meet his intense gaze. The raw desire she saw in them brought new heat to her body.

Her hand curled around the back of his neck, teasing the hair there. “So, now that you’ve got me…” she prodded.

“ I think business can wait till tomorrow, don’t you?”

“Tomorrow? I just thought-”

He shook his head. “Like you said, I’ve been far too distant. I’m going to have my fill of you again and again.”

The promise that resonated in his voice had Sakura pulling his face down to hers for another kiss. Kakashi came to a stop beside their bed, letting her be the one to break the kiss.

“I hope you have everything you need cause I’m not letting you leave the bed.”

She answered him with a shy laugh. “You are such a perv.”

“A truth I plan on upholding, starting now.”

He playfully tossed her onto the bed and dived after her, not accounting for the springiness of the mattress. She laughed as she bounced back, right before her knee drove into his face. Kakashi yelped as he fell backwards, off the bed and onto the floor.

Sakura scrambled to the edge of the bed and looked over. Kakashi was cradling his face, muttering angrily beneath his palms.

“Oh, shit… Kakashi, are you okay?”

He pulled his hands away slowly. “How bad is it?”

She cringed at the blood streaming from his nose and what looked like the top of his lip. It was difficult to be sure. “I should probably take a look at that.”

He let out a humorless laugh as he sat up. “At least you’re already dressed the part.”

“Hush and let me see,” she ordered as she kneeled between his legs.

“So… if I’m a good patient, will I get a lollipop?”


“Right… that’s kind of the answer I expected.. not the one I hoped for though,” Thalia said sadly, “I’m so sorry, again.. I don’t think I can say it enough.”

“I’m tired of hearing it,” Levi said lowly. He didn’t dare look at her. He just glared down at his shoes.

Her explanation made no sense to him. Did she love him? Did she not love him? Was she scared of getting hurt? Was she scared of feeling trapped? None of it made any sense to him. He didn’t think it made much sense to her either, though. 

Regardless, he knew he couldn’t get back together with her. He couldn’t trust her anymore, not to the same extent. What if he said yes, and they got back together, and she broke up with him again our of the blue? It just wasn’t worth the risk. 

Sex Dreams (L/J)

A/N: Lily has a sex dream about James. Shenanigans ensue.

Lily wakes with a start, sweaty and flushed, and immediately her insides twist horribly. “Bollocks,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut as though she can mentally wipe away all memory of the dream she’s just awoken from.

“Everything all right, love?” Marlene, one of her fellow seventh years, calls from the bathroom. Lily jumps, unaware she’d spoken out loud before.

“Erm, yes,” she calls back. Moments later, Lily starts again as Marlene’s blonde head appears between her bed curtains.

“Doesn’t sound like it,” Marlene says pleasantly. Eyes flicking over Lily’s pink cheeks, she cocks her head to one side. “Bad dream?”

“Something like that,” Lily mutters, shooing Marlene away as she pulls back the curtains and swings her legs over the side of the bed. Marlene crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows expectantly, but Lily just shakes her head. “I’m late for Transfiguration.”

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Imagine if Li is a Renora shipper...

And as he watches Ren from heaven he becomes really frustrated with his son for being so oblivious to Nora’s feelings for him.

Li: “Did you hear that, son? She just called you handsome. I mean, of course you’d be, because I’m your father, but she obviously likes you!”

Li: “Omg she booped you again! Boop her back! Boop her back! No, don’t you just give her a smile and think that’s satisfactory. She’s secretly confessing her love to you. No, ignore the ursa. Boop her nose, Ren!”

Li: “Aww Ren she loves you so much she’s willing to hit anyone who hurts you into orbit and nope nope the blondie is back again never mind.”

Li: “YES! She asked you to the dance! Maybe you’ll get together-together now.”


Li: “You remember my last words to you? Take action? Yeah, THAT APPLIES TO YOU AND NORA!”

Li: *pounds head against pristine marble pillar* “You are as dense as fucking JAUNE! I am SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, SON!”

Li: “Yay you guys are holding hands now kiss NO AVENGING MY DEATH CAN WAIT!”

And then when Ren reaches for Nora’s hand and they become together-together, Lee is running through the clouds pumping his fists and whooping and Ren’s mother is just so confused.

An: “What’s going on?”

Li: “Our son is getting married!”

An: “Huh?”

Li: “In a few years.”

Skinny Dipping

No, it’s not what you think.  But it is slightly NSFW.


Starfire hummed to herself as she headed for the Tower’s indoor swimming pool. The day was hot, and while the Tower’s air-conditioning was working properly and maintaining a pleasant seventy-five degrees throughout it, she still felt the need to refresh herself. She pouted a little as her mind went back to her boyfriend’s morose refusal to join her. He could be so infuriating with that obsession he had with paperwork and crime pattern research.

A small smile spread over her face, just a little crooked. To be sure, it would all go on his tab, and she would have him pay it in full come the evening. But for now, she would have to enjoy her swim by herself.

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A cringe worthy request. Haha! I hope someone does this though: Maybe a moment during their marriage (after making love, perhaps?) when Laoghaire realizes that Jamie will never look and love her the way he does for Claire. What would be her realizations? Maybe a comparison of how Jamie treats her during their union vs Jamie’s union with Claire? :)

For this prompt I thought it would be fitting to revisit one of my older fics. This is set in the Wounded Pride AU and is basically just Laoghaire’s perspective as the early events of that fic unfold. 

– Mod Lenny

Wounded PridePart One, Part Two

If she’d had any doubts remaining, listening to him as he told her to leave, to go home––to go home so he could go back to that witch and explain, as if she didn’t deserve an explanation too––watching him turn his back on her and walk back to the house, his shirt askew and his breeks barely buttoned, had settled her opinion.

Jamie Fraser was a coward.

Laoghaire stomped around Balriggan fighting the impulse to throw something or break the furniture. None of that would do her any good; they were her things, not Jamie’s. She wanted to break something that belonged to him, wanted him to feel the hurt and anger she felt.

What had happened to the gallant young man who’d stood up for her in Leoch and taken a beating meant for her? He’d been meant for so much more than what he’d become and so had she. If he’d married her then, before that witch interfered, both their lives would have been better. He’d have become laird of the MacKenzies, she was sure of it; so many had lamented him throwing himself away on a Sassenach wench.

And she’d been married off to her father’s choice, though at the time, she hadn’t cared. Nothing mattered during that time when Jamie had been lost to her.

Laoghaire thought that they’d been given a second chance when Jenny Murray had invited her to Hogmanay and Jamie had been standing there… like he was waiting for her. Feeling his hands on her waist while they danced, seeing him smile and hearing him laugh… She’d been so sure. She knew that the war had changed him––it had changed a good many men––but he hadn’t been so bad as others and it all seemed well enough at first.

But he was a coward. Not the same kind of coward her second husband had been, but it turned out he was a coward all the same.

She should have seen it when he’d left for Edinburgh, when he couldn’t bring himself to look at her anymore. Why hadn’t she seen it?

Light reflecting in the looking glass on the wall near her bed blinded her momentarily. She shifted her position so her head blocked the source of light at the window behind her. It caught her hair––still fair though her blonde locks were bleaching closer and closer to the dull white of old age––and lent her an angelic glow. She was a little thicker than she’d been in her youth, her curves more pronounced and soft, but she could still see the lovely lass she had been when she first loved Jamie Fraser.

That was it, really. She loved Jamie, even if he was a coward. Her love for him had blinded her to his flaws… but that didn’t mean she didn’t still want him. There had to be a way to fix him, to help him find his way back to the man he’d been when she first loved him.

And she was damned if she’d let that witch take him from her a second time.

She strode through the room to the front entryway calling for the girls.

“Marsali, Joanie, fetch yer cloaks back on,” she told them. She had to get a stool to stand on to reach the place behind a supporting beam where she’d hidden the pistol Jamie left her before heading to Edinburgh. It was heavy in her hand as she checked it over. He said he’d loaded it for her so all she had to do was cock the hammer back and fire.

She didn’t think it would be necessary but where that witch Claire was involved, it was better to be prepared. All she needed was to talk with Jamie and having this would ensure he listened to her. Once she reminded him of what he owed to her and the girls, he would come back to her and this time things between them would be different.

The walk back to Lallybroch didn’t seem to take as long or maybe it was the sense of purpose she felt driving her forward.

She spotted Ian in the distance as she approached and watched him turn away. As she and the girls finally reached the yard, Jamie was striding toward her with Claire, Jenny, and that whore’s son, Fergus trailing behind him.

With the gun clutched tight in her hand and hidden by her skirts, she stood her ground as Jamie’s angry voice reached her.

“Did I no tell ye to go on back to Balriggan?”

“Aye, ye did and so I went—as a good and obedient wife should—but ye said nothing of coming back again, now did ye.”

She knew she needed to send the girls off, to get the others to go back in the house and let her and Jamie talk things through on their own. However the sight of Claire standing just a few feet away had her palms sweating against the smooth wood of the pistol’s grip. Had she no shame? After having been caught in such a state, how could she bring herself to face any of them? And given the fury she’d heard from outside as Jamie went back inside to placate her, why was she even here?

The name of Ned Gowan jolted her back to focus. He was going to set her aside, to pretend that everything between them had never happened.

“Ye intend to shame me then. Ye intend to abandon me and leave my bairns to starve while ye take up wi’ yer whore again.”

Jamie’s rage soon brought him right to her face. It was the closest he’d been to her in months. She could feel the heat of him but it wasn’t the sheltering warmth she’d once imagined it to be. He burned as though he would consume her and leave her a pile of ash to be blown away, to vanish on the wind.

“Ye’ll no talk of Claire like that—not afore me. I’ve no intention of letting anyone starve but I’ll no have ye disrespecting Claire like that. Ye kent well how I felt when we wed—”

“I did not!” she exclaimed, her anger mingling with an ache in her chest. She didn’t want either of them to see her cry but especially not the witch. “I needed a man, it’s true, but I believed ye loved me as I love you. Aye, I do still love ye, James Fraser—though I dare say ye dinna deserve it,” she snapped.

“Ye may be right. I likely dinna deserve it,” he confessed. “From you or from Claire. But from you, at least, I never sought it nor do I want it now.”

It felt as though she’d been slapped right down to the stinging and watering of her eyes. Her grip on the pistol tightened and her finger slipped to the trigger, her thumb resting on the hammer.

He was a coward. He was standing there making excuses, saying he would do the honorable thing for her girls and acting like that would be enough. If he had any real honor…

“The honorable thing? Ye mean to do the honorable thing? Ye wouldna ken the honorable thing if it smacked ye in the face. Ye mean to choose that woman when she’s no children to provide for, no property to tend, while I have both—”

“She may no need me… but I need her.” He glanced over his shoulder at Claire.

Laoghaire was back at Leoch watching the pair of them together in the hall after they’d returned from collecting the Laird’s rents and announced they were married, watching Claire lean against Jamie’s shoulder as the bard played. Laoghaire was watching from the kitchen window as they laughed returning from the stables for dinner, Jamie’s arm around Claire’s shoulder and hers wrapped around his waist. Laoghaire was listening to one of the kitchen maids whose sister had been at the trial in Cransmuir and had seen Jamie force his way through the crowd to stand between Claire and her accusers, vanishing with her in the chaos and never returning to Leoch. Laoghaire was smiling as Jenny brought Jamie around the edge of the dancers to introduce them and remind Jamie that Laoghaire had been a friend of Claire’s back at Leoch. Laoghaire was holding Jamie’s hands as they stood with the priest only to hear Jenny gasp and murmur a quiet prayer before the ceremony was finished. Laoghaire was lying as still as she could beside Jamie so he wouldn’t know she was awake and could hear him whimpering Claire’s name into the pillow. Laoghaire was watching Jamie ride away with everything he’d need for Edinburgh in his saddlebags and a hollow promise that he would return to check on them as soon as he was settled. Laoghaire was standing in the doorway staring at a naked Claire writhing and panting in bed, her legs draped over the shoulders of Jamie’s equally naked and aroused body so that only the flaming tendrils of his hair were visible from between her thighs.

Laoghaire cocked the hammer and raised the pistol, aiming for Jamie’s fiery hair.