#The wolf and the princess – Part 1 – A pair of green eyes

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: princess bride!AU, pirate!izuku, reader is in an arranged marriage with someone else, angst, smut, brief mentions of alcoholism and drinking too much, izuku spends some time as a prisoner of war, specifically as a galley slave, implied SA but not to yn or Izuku

this is the first chapter for my entry of @thegetoufather's into the movieverse collab!

It was a quiet evening. A blanket of stars had been rolled over the sky overhead, and was tucked lovingly in at the corners of the horizon by the fingers of thin, wispy clouds. The moon was big and bright above a balcony of smooth marble; tiny bare feet slapped and tapped against the coldness of the floor. Saffron curtains, dancing in the wind brought by distant waves, were parted by gentle hands, and a mother looked out between them to find her child sitting sulky and slumped against the wicker furniture that faced the sea. 

“And just what are you doing up?”

The child— a little girl— turned her head to look at her mother. Her eyes were deepest green, and freckles spattered her nose and cheeks. 

"Can't sleep," she replied in a small voice, blinking blearily. "I want a story."

The mother smiled. With quiet steps, she slipped out from behind the curtains and onto the balcony, sitting next to her child. She drew the girl close, tucking her into the warmth of her side, and stared out at the ocean, watching the waves crash against the shore. 

“I know a few good stories,” she said. “Which one do you want to hear?”

The little girl turned to her mother and smiled

“The one about the pirate and the princess!”

The mother smiled in return.

“The one about true love?”

“Of course!”

The stars above twinkled merrily as if to agree, and a seagull cried in the distance.

“Very well,” said the mother. “It all started long ago, on a little farm far away from here… ”

***

Izuku Midoriya held his hat in his hands.

Nervous and trembling, he stood before a small, thatch-roofed cottage, struggling to pin his wriggling resolve in one place as he waited for the owner to answer his knock. The master of the house, he knew, was a hard, weathered man, but a fair one; he had shown Izuku nothing but kindness since he had come to work on his farm. Izuku had no reason to expect that to change now. No reason at all.

Well, no reason except that the man might not take kindly to Izuku’s intentions to marry his daughter. No reason except that.

The door to the cottage opened, and the owner greeted him.

“What can I do for you, son?”

The farmer stood a head taller and a foot wider in the doorway before him, and Izuku swallowed thickly.

“I want to talk to you, sir,” he said. “It’s about your daughter.”

Izuku was no stranger to fear. He had faced down man and beast alike in defense of this very farmer’s flock of sheep. Each time he had encountered a wolf, a lion, or bandit, he was tasked with driving away the threat with nothing more than a few rocks and a simple sling— and each time, he had been faced with the heavy, daunting fear that he might not escape the encounter alive. He had learned long ago that that was the way of things; fight to live, to protect what is yours, or let fear consume you and die. It was simple, easy. It was the way of things.

This was different. This was something else entirely. 

The farmer studied him. His eyes hardened with something akin to grudging pity, and he nodded to himself. 

"Let's take a walk."

Izuku agreed, and the farmer fell in step beside him. 

For a while, they walked in silence. They walked past fence posts and chicken coops and barking dogs nipping the heels of sheep. They walked uphill and downhill and all around the spaces in-between. Izuku allowed himself to breathe the earthy scent of hay bales and cow patties, to feel the shifting of the dirt path beneath his feet. The farmer seemed to be doing much the same. 

They came to a halt after walking for about half a mile. Together, they stood upon a hill overlooking the farm, and the farmer turned to Izuku and said,

"Son, I want you to tell me what you see when you look out from the top of this hill."

Izuku looked. Izuku saw. 

"I see land, sir."

The farmer grunted. 

"Land," he agreed. "Boy, you've been here for a few years now— you know as well as anyone around here that this ground has a heartbeat. She talks to you, if you listen. What does she say to you?"

Izuku wasn't sure what the farmer meant by that question, but he answered as truthfully as he could.

"I love this land," he replied, watching as a butterfly landed on a nearby wildflower. "It's as much of a home as I've known. It sustains me— er, us— and it's a good land. I think when we love it, it loves us back."

The farmer nodded, rubbing the stubble on his jaw. 

"To me, this land is everything," he said. "She's my first priority, second only to my daughter, my son, and the memory of my wife, God rest her soul. I lived here as a boy as my father did, and his father before him. This land has tasted my blood and my sweat and my tears, as well as that of my ancestors a century back."

The farmer turned to look at Izuku. 

"You don't know what it is to carry that burden, or that blessing, and I'm sorry for it. You're a good lad."

Izuku wasn't sure what to say to that, so he said nothing. 

"I know why you're here, what you wanted to talk about," the farmer continued. "My daughter loves you. Any fool could see it, and my God— my God, son, do you love her. It's written all over you, so strong and deep I wonder if you were born loving her."

The farmer shook his head. 

"But you don't have what she needs, son. You don't know land, you don't know home. You can't give her a life equal to this one. As you are, you're unfit, unworthy— you're not someone who can provide for her."

Unfit. Unworthy. 

"I won't let you marry her. I can't, not in good conscience."

Izuku's blood ran cold, and he felt a little queasy.

"I'm sorry," the farmer said, and Izuku knew he meant it. 

"I understand, sir." 

Oh, yes, Izuku understood. He understood better than he had a right to understand. He couldn't even blame the man. After all, what fool would let his daughter marry a farm boy with no prospects?

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" he asked, quiet and desperate, and the farmer nodded. 

"Go and make something of yourself," said the farmer. "Earn coin, buy dirt. Even if you don't have a roof over your head, if you have land, you have a fighting chance in this world— that's all I ask in exchange for my baby girl. If you can give her that, son, there's no man I'd rather see her happy with."

That was fair, Izuku decided as his nostrils burned and his eyes filled with tears. If nothing else, it was a chance— and Izuku was willing to take it, seize it by the throat. He would do anything for the woman he loved. 

"I won't disappoint you, sir," he said, his voice beginning to warble slightly. "I— I'll have to leave the farm, though, probably after the harvest, and—"

Izuku's voice broke, and the farmer patted him on the shoulder. 

"If you're going to seek your fortune, you're gonna need to be able to fight. I have an old friend that can give you all the knowledge you need— he lives in the village. When we go next week, I'll introduce you."

Izuku nodded, wiping the tears from his cheek, and the farmer studied him once more. 

"Good luck, Izuku Midoriya. You're going to need it."

With that, the farmer started down the hill, leaving Izuku there to cry, wringing every last tear from himself so that when he told his lover the news, he could do so with dry eyes and more composure than he could ever feel. 

***

“Mean old farmer,” said the little girl, crossing her arms. “He must not have believed in true love, ‘cause true love conkers-all!”

The mother shook her head, her expression serious.

“Not all,” she said. “True love  is one thing, but survival is another. In those days, life was harder, rougher. The farmer's land would pass to his oldest son— his daughter's younger brother. Izuku needed money and land so that he could take care of his love."

The child frowned.

“That’s dumb.”

The mother hummed. 

“Maybe,” she said. “But it was the way of things.”

All was silent for a moment, and the distant crashing of waves filled the lull. The child shivered, and the mother held her close. 

“So what about Izuku’s lover?” the girl asked. “How did she take the news?”

“She was devastated." The mom shook her head. "She cried, then begged Izuku to run away with her, to marry anyway despite her father’s wishes— but he refused. Izuku was too honorable to do such a thing. He told her he would wait for her, and even if she would not wait for him, he would rather die himself than sully her reputation or disrespect her person."

Pointedly, the mother did not mention what else the young woman had begged for, or what Izuku Midoriya had valiantly refused. Her daughter would be old enough to understand that one day, but not today. 

"She still loved him though, right?"

"Of course she did," the mother smiled. "After all, at the end of the day, true love conquers all."

The little girl nodded in solemn agreement. 

***

Dawn's greedy pink fingers gripped the sky, clawing its way past the horizon. Shades of gold, red, and dusty pink followed in its wake, stark against the faded blue of the sky, and (Y/N) cursed it, wishing the sun never to rise again. 

"Must you go?"

Beside her, Izuku Midoriya was crying. Together, they stood alone on the outskirts of the farm, watching as the sun made its slow, insidious journey from east to west, her soft hands gripping both of his large, calloused ones. Her eyes mapped his face again and again and again, tracing every freckle, every line of his frown, knowing today would be the last time she saw them for a very long time.

Maybe ever. 

"I must," Izuku told her, his voice cracking. "I want to make you happy."

You already have, (Y/N) wanted to say, but they'd had that argument countless times already. Starting a fight on this day of all days was the last thing she wanted to do. 

"Can I not persuade you to stay a bit longer? To put it off for another year or so, until… until I feel more ready?"

In response, Izuku took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles sweetly, slowly, reverently. His skin glowed a lovely golden color in the early morning light, and although (Y/N) had never seen an emerald, she decided then and there that no measly rock could ever compare to golden sunlight in the green eyes of her lover. 

"I will come back," he told her, strong and sure despite his tears. "I swear I will come back to you, darling— but this is something I have to do."

It was not good enough. It had never been good enough. (Y/N) was dying and he hadn't even left yet. How was she to manage months, maybe years alone?

"Take me with you."

It was not the first time she had made that same plea. Still, Izuku just shook his head, wiping away tear tracks almost angrily.

"No." His voice was strong, final. "You're too precious for me to risk."

As are you, (Y/N) wanted to say— but once more, she held her tongue. As if he knew what her silence cost her, Izuku drew her to him and kissed her forehead, his chapped lips soft against her skin. 

When they drew away from one another, (Y/N) noticed a shadow on the horizon. Across the way, in the direction of the village, (Y/N) could see a tall, broad figure approaching over the crest of a hill. The shadowy shape belonged to someone she had come to know well enough to despise a little, and her mouth turned downwards of its own accord as she noticed his approach. 

"Looks like your friend is here," she said somewhat miserably, and Izuku grinned a little crookedly. 

"Don't be so hard on Kacchan," Izuku admonished teasingly, squeezing her hand. "He's got mommy issues."

Despite herself, (Y/N) choked out a laugh, then a giggle— soon, both she and Izuku were breaking out into peals of laughter, and the grumpiest bastard from the next village was upon them in all his scowling glory. 

"'Dunno what's so fuckin' funny, but it's too early for that shite," Bakugou grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets against the cold. "Cut it out or I'll gag the both of you."

"We will not," (Y/N) shot back, prepared to go toe-to-toe with the man— but then she looked at Bakugou, really looked at him, and when she did, she found a deep, aching sadness behind his eyes. 

He's lashing out because he's in pain, she realized, and promptly felt like a fool. 

"Whatever."

Bakugou turned away, posture rigid— but (Y/N) was not one to let her wrongs go unaddressed for long. She left the comfort of Izuku's touch and approached Bakugou, patting his broad shoulder with a gentle hand. 

"I'm sorry," she told him sincerely. "I know you must be sad about leaving the village."

"Tch." 

Apparently, that was apology accepted in Bakugou speak, because he turned to face her for long enough to allow her a glimpse at the tears in his eyes. Izuku must have seen it too, because he walked over and slung an arm over Bakugou's shoulders, pulling him close in a way that Bakugou might once have attempted homicide over before they had begun training together. Now, though, it seemed as though a bond had developed between the two of them, so Bakugou just scowled, grumbled something unintelligible, and let Izuku comfort him. 

The three of them stood like that for a while— Izuku's arm around Bakugou, and his other hand in (Y/N)'s— until the sun had climbed too high in the sky to permit them to tarry any longer. Slowly, tenderly, Izuku disentangled himself from both of them, and placed both of his hands on either side of (Y/N)'s face. 

"Oh, don't cry, love," he said, though (Y/N) couldn't help the hot tears that stung her cheeks. "It destroys me when you cry."

Never mind that his own eyes were filled with tears— he kissed hers away, which only made her want to cry more. 

"You must come back to me, Izuku," she told him, her voice weak and watery. "If you don't— I just know I'll never love again!"

Izuku shook his head with the smallest smile, and pressed his lips against her forehead. 

"I swear to you, I will come back," he said against her skin, "and when I do, I'll put a ring on your finger and build you a home, any home, exactly as you want it."

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around him then, and Izuku held her close. With her head against his chest, she could hear his rapid heartbeat. 

A moment later, they pulled away. 

"Goodbye, darling," Izuku told her, his eyes wet and gleaming. "I love you."

Tears threatened to choke her, but (Y/N) conquered them manfully. 

"I love you, Izuku. Come back to me."

At that, he smiled.

"As you wish, my love." 

In something of a dramatic gesture, Izuku grabbed her hand and kissed it— a last goodbye— before he turned, starting off in the direction of the sun. 

In the direction of his destiny.

Bakugou turned to follow, but (Y/N) stopped him with a hand on his bicep.

"Take care of him," she pleaded, and Bakugou's eyes widened. 

"Uh, okay," Bakugou agreed. "Yeah— yeah, sure."

As far as reassurances go, it wasn't the best— but the fact that it wasn't a vehement fuck no was comforting. 

With that, both boys were off, leaving (Y/N) alone to watch them as they went. From the hill she stood on, (Y/N) could see them for a long way, and she watched them until she could no longer distinguish their forms from that of trees. 

Farewell, Izuku Midoriya, she thought, closing her eyes against her tears. May the gods go with you. 

#deku #izuku midoriya #mha x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #intothemovieverse #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #smut #angst #ao3

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Two Betas and the Beneficial Friendships Part 3

Prompt: The reader is in not only one screwing one beta but two. Neither of the boys know, but a recent threat exposes her, what will the boys do? (WOW) (it gets juicier guys)

Pairings: Theo Raeken x Reader, Isaac Lahey x Reader  

Part 1 - Part 2

Third Person POV

She gulped, her eyes closing as she saw Isaac being thrown across the concrete. She couldn’t do anything, the werewolf’s claws already piercing the skin on her neck. Her eyes moved everywhere, she had to have something, anything to help. She’d find herself in this position one too many times, she hated feeling useless, she was the only human in the pack after all. Granted Stiles was human too but he changed after the Nogitsune, he was stronger now, not weak like her. She soon found herself on the floor, the werewolf who had been holding her now lying next to her. “Big mistake.” She knew that voice, Theo. He dug his claws into the werewolf who had made her neck bleed, then, they started brawling. “Go (y/n).” Theo rushed out as he struggled to fight back. “Go!” He yelled causing her to scramble up to her feet, her eyes flicking to Isaac who’d already been fighting the green eyes creature. She couldn’t leave them here, she wouldn’t, she loved them too much to leave again. She gulped before her eyes scrambled to find anything she could use as a weapon. It took her ten seconds to find a metal rod and five seconds to scoop it up into her hands. She moved to the wolf who had dug his claws into her neck, screaming she swung the rod to his head, blood splattering all over Theo’s face who had been under him. The werewolf fell to the side as Theo stood abruptly, his arms going around (y/n) and pushing her behind him as another wolf came to attack. Her eyes landed on Isaac who struggled to stand and that’s when she saw the grin of the green-eyed werewolf as he lifted his claws ready to end Isaac, her Isaac. She saw red, clenching her jaw she moved towards him, Theo not being able to stop her. She swung the rod hitting the werewolf in the head making him stumble enough for her to swing once more. She screamed as she continued her assault, swinging five more times before the rod was stopped by the werewolf's hand, his grin scaring the shit out of her. She was pulled back by an arm around her waist, no doubt it was Isaac. He pushed her behind him and almost instantly Theo pressed his back against hers. She didn’t get to think too much into the fact that she was in a Theo-Isaac sandwich before she heard a dark laugh.

“I wasn’t planning on killing you so early.” His green eyes had shifted to their normal brown ones just for a moment before they retreated making her clutch her hand on Isaac’s shirt. “But now, I think I'll have a little bit of fun before Scott gets here.” His claws extended, a tail growing from the bottom of his back, she gasped as he transformed into something she’d never seen before. 

“If you think we’re going to let you touch her you’ve clearly lost your mind.” Theo spat, blood dripping from his nose, he’d heal, he wasn’t worried about that. 

“Oh, the contrary. I knew you two would show up, well before Scott.” His voice laced in venom. “Can’t let the girl you love suffer even if you’re raging after finding out she was whoring herself around to the two of you.” Isaac growled causing her to shove her face into his back. “That’s why I called back up.” His grin made Theo’s skin crawl as he made a sound, dozens of werewolves stepping in from the darkness of the woods. Theo’s hand reached behind him and (y/n) knew exactly what he wanted. She took his hand, sometimes Theo had to be reminded that even before he was evil, he was also human and her touch alone would bring him to his knees at her mercy if she’d ask him. Isaac did the same, latching onto her other hand. 

“We’re not going to let them get you.” Theo spoke as his back pressed just a little tighter against hers. Her chest now pressed fully onto Isaac who nodded in agreement. Theo cleared his throat and looked straight to the creature, his claws extending and his fangs reappearing as his eyes shined yellow. “And that’s why I did too.” Theo growled and in seconds Scott appeared followed by Stiles, Malia, Liam and Lydia. The creature laughed. 

“As if you seven can take all of us.” His laughing eased, there was a moment of silence before Isaac’s laugh erupted. 

“Oh, we’re not alone.” He growled out and only then did (y/n) look towards Scott. Derek emerged, Jackson in tow giving her a slight wink. Chris and Noah stood beside Stiles, guns raised and ready to fire. Dozens of other werewolves stepping beside and behind the pack, her pack, even Peter had shown up. “Don’t look so confident now do you.” Isaac smiled, his grip on (y/n)’s hand not letting up. 

“Despite your beliefs. We knew you’d have some kind of army and the moment we knew you’d taken her we knew we had to do the same.” Theo smiled and almost in sync he and Isaac moved (y/n) backwards towards the pack. 

“Get out of beacon hills and never come back, we don’t take second chances very well.” Scott growled out. The creature hesitated, but he knew he’d never get what he wanted, not like this. He disappeared, his pack of wolfs along with him. “Are you okay?” Scott’s eyes shifted towards her neck that dipped small drops of blood from the wolf claws that were not indented into her skin. 

“I’m okay.” (Y/N) nodded, her eyes shifting down to her feet. She wasn’t though, despite that she was able to get out of that with just four small holes in her neck, she was weak in mind, she knows she’d have sleepless nights after this. Then there was the other issue that included the two boys she was currently holding hands with. 

“Come on, let’s get you home.” Theo’s voice spoke when Scott looked at both of the betas hands in (y/n)’s. 

“How about we go back to my place, we have somethings we need to talk about, we’ll get Lydia and Stiles to say with you tonight.” Scott sighed and looked at Isaac who shook his head. 

“No offense but this doesn’t concern you, we’re taking her home and we’re talking about this.” Isaac’s fingers moved from Theo to (y/n) to himself. “This isn’t a pack matter, not anymore, regardless the last thing she needs is to talk, not that you’ve noticed but she’s not exactly okay with being kidnapped and being held captive. She’s not one of us Scott, she’s human and she had a disadvantage today.” (Y/N) closed her eyes reminded herself to take deep breaths, despite wanting Isaac to be a fuck buddy he had gotten to know her well, too well that her heart danced when he noticed she wasn’t fine. No doubt Theo already knew as his thumb stroked her knuckles. They knew her better than she thought which was only going to make breaking their hearts even harder, she didn’t want to choose between the two, she couldn’t. They both had a piece of her that was missing and even now standing in front of the pack she’d thought was her saving grace, her heart ached for the two betas. 

“Come on princess.” Theo’s voice was the only thing she needed to hear before she felt him walk away. She moved with him as Isaac moved behind her, her hands still in each of the boys. The walk was long, too long as they managed to walk back to Scott’s house, Theo’s blue truck on the driveway. Theo opened the back-door motioning for her to get in which she did, Isaac climbing in next to her as Theo slipped into the driver’s seat. He took off towards her apartment, silence filled the truck, not even the radio was on. She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her body into Isaac’s chest. He engulfed her into his arms before he placed a sweet kiss on her forehead. Theo looked at her through the rear-view mirror, he’d do anything for her, there was no doubt about it, he had fallen deeply for her without even noticing. He pulled up to her apartment complex before they all exited his truck, (y/n) was thankful she lived in the first floor, climbing steps right now wouldn’t be ideal for her. Theo had grabbed her keys from Scott’s table well before the encounter so he was the one who unlocked her door before he walked in, (y/n) and Isaac following him in. 

“I’ll make you some tea.” Isaac whispered before he moved to the small kitchen, the feeling of his body away made her frown but it was quickly gone when Theo’s hand grabbed hers. 

“Come on, let’s get you to shower before we patch you up, yeah?” (Y/N) looked at Theo, his outer shell had finally fallen, he was no longer the cocky asshole she first met, no, this Theo was reserved for her and only her, he was real with her, he was vulnerable with her. Theo turned on the shower, making sure it was at the least scolding hot, they’d shared their fair share of showers for him to know her desired temperature, it eased her muscles, he knew that. “I’ll be in the living room if you need anything, okay?” His eyes met hers before she nodded and before he could leave, she grabbed his wrist. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered and he shook his head giving her a small smile, it was a sad one, of course it was. 

“Don’t apologize, shower princess, we’ll talk about this when the time is right.” With that he left her to shower, only she didn’t just shower, she cried, even though she knew they’d hear her, she was tired of it all. The fighting, the hiding. She didn’t know how long she was in the shower, but it was long enough that the water was now freezing cold. She shivered and quickly got out, a towel and her pajamas on the countertop, no doubt Theo had placed them there. She dressed quickly before moving into the living room where she found Theo and Isaac laughing at a conversation they had managed to keep, it seemed surreal to see them talking to each other, let alone laughing with one another. She let out a small sigh when she realized this was not going to last long, they were both the same type of person, jealous and possessive. Their eyes snapped to her and Isaac extended his hand.

“Come here sweetheart.” He smiled at her; she’d only seen him smile like that when they were alone. She moved towards Isaac, sitting next to him on her couch. He handed her a cup of tea that she gladly accepted before she took a sip of it, instantly relaxing. 

“Now let’s see how bad those claw marks are, yeah?” Theo spoke as he moved to sit on the other side of her. His hands were on her neck instantly and she tilted her head for him. “Should have killed the fucker when I had the chance.” Theo growled as his fingers brushed the small holes. 

“Yeah, we should’ve killed the freak too but you know Scott.” Isaac sipped on his own cup of tea before looking down at (y/n)’s neck. “They’re not too bad.” Isaac patted her back lightly. “You’ll live sweetheart.” Isaac gave her a smile before his hand rested on her knee. “She totally saved your ass back there by the way,” He looked at Theo who chuckled and shook his head. 

“You’re one to talk, she saved your ass too.” Theo sighed and placed his hand on hers. “Which was by far the stupidest shit you’ve ever done by the way; a metal rod isn’t going to stop a werewolf.” His voice was stern but only because he was scared, he’d lose her there.

“Well it stopped them enough.” She backfired before sipping her tea again. “Plus, you guys needed help, I helped, a simple thank you would be nice.” Truth was, she was terrified, she’d never acted on impulse like that, she’d always have a plan. 

“My apologies princess.” Theo smiled before kissing her forehead. “Thank you, for saving my ass.” She giggled and shook her head, despite the shit they’d just gone through, what they still needed to sort out, he was still making her smile, it been hell for both of them apart from each other. “I missed that.” Theo whispered engulfing her into his arms and placing her onto his lap. 

“Yeah, no, hands off lover boy.” Isaac growled and Theo rolled his eyes not complying with his wishes. 

“I didn’t say shit to you when you were all over her in the backseat of my truck, chill the fuck out dude.” Isaac flashed his yellow eyes at Theo. 

“That was out of comfort, asshole.” Isaac hissed out.

“Enough, please.” (y/n) sighed, her hand cupped Isaac’s face and his eyes met hers. “Relax.” Which he did, his eyes fading into his original crystal blue. “Are we going to talk about it?” She spoke as she pushed off of Theo’s lap standing in between them. 

“What’s there to talk about? You were fucking the both of us and now you have to choose right?” Isaac spoke a bit harsh but that’s what Isaac does when he’s mad, he lashes out. 

“I can’t choose, I won’t.” She took a step back and her eyes switched from Isaac to Theo. “I understand that it might sound completely stupid but I love you both and I completely understand that I have to leave you both alone after this. I’d rather be alone then not have one of you, and call me selfish but that’s how I’m handling this.” She turned her back on them before they looked at each other. 

“Do we not get a say in what we want?” Theo spoke as he stood from the couch. “Look I just think we should call it a night, we’ll discuss this another time, preferably when we haven’t just got out of something serious.” 

“If not now then when Theo? The faster we all come to terms with my decision the faster we all get to heal. Isn’t that what you guys want?” She turned to face them, Isaac stood next to Theo who was slightly shorter than Isaac.

“What we want is you, and with your proclaimed love for the both of us you’ll be surprised to find out we both feel the same about you. I mean haven’t you noticed we’d walk through hell and back for you sweetheart.” Issac Lahey never was a person that was good with words, but he was never a good with his emotions either. 

“That doesn’t answer my question, it’s not like we can all three ride into the sunset.” She scoffed and they chuckled.  

“And why can’t we?” Theo crossed his arms over his chest. 

“You’re not serious are you?” They both stood in front of her, silent for her to continue. “Fine, fuck. For starters you two hate the living shit out of each other.” They could never last more than a couple minutes together.

“I don’t know about that, I think we’re doing pretty good, aren’t we?” Isaac looked over at Theo who nodded.

“Oh for sure, I mean we haven’t killed each other.” Theo smirked as his eyes landed on hers. 

“What exactly are you guys implying?” Her head was scrambling, she was tired, maybe Theo was right, this conversation should have waited for another time.

 “Oh you know what we’re implying sweetheart, I’d hate for you to slip out of my hands before I could show you how truly happy you’ve made me these couple of months.” He took a step forward and she didn’t move. Her feet were frozen in place. 

“When the hell did you two even talk about this? This is ridiculous.” She scoffed once more.

“Trust me we had our fight as soon as we left that hospital.” Theo took the same step forward. “But we also talked.” She snapped her eyes between the two. “Crazy I know, we find out the girl we’ve been sleeping with has been sleeping with another guy and the second thing we do is tell each other how we’re not letting you go.” His hand touched her right arm pulling her closer to the both betas.  

“You get that right?” Isaac mirrored Theo’s hand on her left arm. “We’re not letting you go.” She inhaled a deep breath, her eyes looking at the two, their eyes held possession. 

“You get us both if you’ll still have us princess.” Theo’s voice was low but it was enough for her to release the breath she has been holding.  

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Prompt No.34 it has always been you for Ethan×MC😄

Authors Note: This one is angsty and fluffy at the end. It took me a while to figure out how to write this prompt. I hope you like it nonetheless! This is the last prompt aswell. Thanks to all who have read and reblogged and/or commented on each one! Your words make me want to write and write forever! Thanks for making me smile 🥰

Thanks for the prompt, @sanchita012​! I hope you enjoy 💕

Prompt is: it has always been you

Prompt is in bold.

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Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC [Nicolette Valentine]

Word Count: 1, 270 +/- 

Rating: G

Warnings: Angst. And fluff too...at the end.

Summary: Ethan is devastated when he finds Nicolette has packed her things. What will he do next?

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LAST CHANCE

Ethan’s heart threatens to shatter inside his chest as he stares at Nicolette, her bags packed as they rest in the entrance of the condo they have shared together for the past five years. Her face is resigned, but the warmth of her gaze almost drowns him. 

He knows why she’s doing this but the look on her face, like he was the centre of her world even when she was hurting still shook him. It’s what almost pulls him under the crashing waves of misery that surrounds him. 

He doesn’t deserve her. He never has. 

“Nicolette...please, don’t go.” 

Ethan’s voice is small, vulnerable, like that of someone begging for the last scrap of food. It’s humiliating to him but he can’t help it. He doesn’t want his wife to go. He can’t fathom the idea.

Nicolette gives her husband a small smile, the corners of her lips lift up in a rueful grin but she shakes her head. “I need to go, Ethan. I can’t live like this anymore.” 

“Of course you can, honey, I—” 

A sharp shake of Nicolette’s head cuts him off and he stands there helpless as he watches his wife gather the last of her belongings, slipping her phone and purse into her satchel.

The next words out of her mouth are gentle, almost as if she doesn’t want to frighten a small child but they ring inside Ethan’s head like a foghorn.  

“No, Ethan. I don’t. I feel like I haven’t been a priority in your life...not for a while anyway. We are both doctors, yes, and our schedules are unpredictable but I need a partner who can separate himself from his job and...you can’t do that.” 

A rush of defiance blazes through his stomach and he stands up straight, fingers curling into his palm. “Don’t you dare say that I haven’t prioritised. I’ve been doing the best I can.”

Nicolette’s mouth twists into a scowl and her green eyes flash with anger. “Well, you haven’t been ‘doing your best’ hard enough.” 

She folds her arms against her chest and continues, her eyebrows furrow in displeasure. “If I have been first in your list of priorities then why have I been coming home to an empty house and have spent the last few months sharing a meal with no-one but myself wondering when my husband will be home? How many times must we do this, Ethan?” 

A rush of guilt hits him and he staggers back against the ice in her words, the stone-cold truth hitting him in the chest. The chill seems to sink into every nerve of his body and he forgets to breathe as he shudders.

Damnit. Why does she always have to be right?

He’s made the mistake one too many times of being so consumed with his work that he often forgets he has a wife to come home to. There is always a part of him that thinks that she’ll understand because he’s helping people and it’s the duty of being a doctor that demands his attention so she’ll easily forgive him because it’s her duty too.

Ethan also ruminates that because he’s been a lone wolf for the better part of his life that it’s easy to slip into that mindset of getting the job done and Edenbrook being his main focus, however, as he thinks that now, it’s a piss-poor excuse. 

This is his fault. 

A heavy sigh leaves him and he runs a hand through his hair. His heart beats a million miles and almost pulses right out of his chest. He needs to centre himself before his knees give out from under him from the crushing sadness that’s enveloped him since he arrived home to find Nicolette packing her things. 

He decides to try one more time. 

“Please, Nicolette. Don’t leave. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you.” 

Nicolette’s eyes water and her lip quivers. Her chest twinges with pain and she breathes in a shuddering breath. His words are raw and full of desperate need that it strikes her like a thousand knives right through her chest.

Don’t say that to me, Ethan. It hurts.

“Ethan…” 

She whispers his name and Ethan takes the chance to gather her in his arms, his arms pulling her to his chest. He holds on to her, so tight that he worries that she can’t breathe but when she relaxes against him, he closes his eyes and just soaks in everything that is Nicolette. Her strawberry and coconut-scented shampoo, her perfume, her petite frame that fit perfectly within his arms. 

He lowers his head so he’s nose is against her neck, her auburn hair covering his face like a fiery silky curtain. He takes a deep breath and speaks against her skin. 

“Nicolette. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for failing you. I know that I made this mistake yet again but... if you left I don’t know what I’d do. You are everything to me. I know my priorities have been shitty but no matter how much of an idiot I am, you must know that it has always been you. You are my wife. I’m the stupid jerk who doesn’t always see that and now I’m running the risk of losing you forever and it would break me if you walked out of that door. I will shatter, Nicolette.” 

Ethan’s last words seem to linger, as the apartment grows quiet. Nicolette thinks over his words, her arms still securely wrapped around him. Nicolette further melts into him and Ethan hopes that she has taken his words to heart because they were the god to honest truth. 

She pulls away from him and stares at him, her green eyes glassy. She runs a hand down his jaw and Ethan leans into the touch, his own eyes closing against the warmth of her hand. 

Nicolette clears her throat. “How will I know that you’ll be here? I can’t keep clinging to hope when it turns out to be unfounded when you don’t come home. I don’t want you to change fundamentally, Ethan. I just want you to be here. I miss you. I want my husband back.” 

Nicolette’s voice cracks at the last few words and Ethan’s heart cracks along with it. His eyes snap open and finds tears running down Nicolette’s face and he quickly wipes them away and tries to also wipe away her fears because this was on him. 

“I know, Nicolette. You have me. You have always had me. Body and soul. I will spend the rest of my life being the best husband I can be for you and if you find me slipping back into my habits again feel free to smack me upside the head. I’d probably deserve it.”

Nicolette grins and she leans forward to press her forehead against his. “Well...that’s reassuring I suppose.” 

Ethan lets out a short huff of laughter. “It’s the truth. I love you, Nicolette. I’d take anything you throw at me if it means you’ll stay.” 

Nicolette wraps her arms around Ethan’s torso and lays her head against his chest, the flutter of his heartbeat a steady rhythm against her ear. She closes her eyes and melts into his embrace. “No matter what you’ve done, I love you, Ethan. That’s not going to change.” 

They stand there for a while, both drinking in each other before Nicolette suddenly pulls away and fixes him with a glare. “Promise me that you’ll make time for us. I need you here, Ethan. Bring your work home with you if you want. I just want you here with me. That’s all I ask.” 

Ethan is nodding before she finishes her sentence and he tucks some flyaway hair behind her ear. “It’s done. I will never spend another night in my office again. You have my word.” 

After searching his face for any faults or signs of reluctance and finds none, she nods. 

“Okay.”

Ethan smiles against her hair, his heart feeling lighter and his soul brighter than it ever has been. He’ll never take her for granted again.

“Ethan?” 

“Yes, my love?” 

“Can you help me unpack my stuff?” 

Ethan kisses the crown of his wife’s head, squeezing her tightly to him before letting her go.

“Gladly.”  

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[nastybuckybarnes]

Wicked Games  -  Six

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU

Summary: Everyone in the world has a soulmate. And until they meet that soulmate, everyone in the world stops aging at 25. Wrongfully accused of a horrendous crime and on the run, you happen to bump into the man who’s been avoiding you for the past seventy-five years.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Langauge, 

Word Count: 1.2K

A/n: Here she is. The smutty boy

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Sitting by the fire with Bucky becomes a habit-like ritual.

After hard days at work for him or days when you feel hopeless, or any day you feel like it, the two o you head outside and sit together by the fire. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you sit in silence just enjoying each other's company.

Tonight’s reason? You feel absolutely discouraged.

“What if you never find anything? Wh-what if I’m stuck as an outlaw criminal for the rest of my life?” 

He slowly reaches over and places his hand on top of yours.

“I promise that won’t happen. You’ll be back to your regular life in no time.” You shake your head and take some deep breaths, trying to calm down.

“I can’t. I can’t just go back to my regular life knowing what I know. If Pierce somehow gets taken down a-and I’m actually safe, then someone else will just come and try to use my research. I should get rid of it.”

He interlocks your fingers and shakes his head.

“You worked far too hard to have your work exploited like that. Or wasted like that. Don’t get rid of it.” You look over at him, feeling the atmosphere shift.

“C-can I ask you something?” 

“Of course.” He glances at you curiously.

“How old are you?” You ask cautiously, always afraid to ask him anything about his past.

He exhales deeply, his face illuminated by the glow of the fire. “Over one hundred. I’ve been here a while.” 

Your eyebrows raise, surprise covering your features.

“You’ve been running from her, haven't you?” He stiffens, closes his eyes, then nods once.

“I… I’ve done a lot of bad things. And then… I came to my senses and started trying to help people. That’s why I became… this. So that I could keep people safe.” 

You glance down at your lap, bottom lip coming between your teeth.

“Don’t you think you’re… contradicting yourself? I’m a wanted criminal and yet you’ve let me into your home. Why?” He chuckles without humour then looks over at you, his eyes burning hotter than the fire.

“I don’t fucking know. I know I should turn you in to Pierce. I know you should be behind bars for what you’ve done. But there’s a part of me… that doesn’t want to see you getting hurt. A part of me that doesn’t think you’re guilty. And I can’t fucking understand why.”

“How old are you?” He asks after a moment of deafening silence.

“Twenty-six,” you whisper, almost ashamed of yourself for being so young.

It’s quiet for a few minutes, the chirping crickets and the crackle of the fire keeping things from being awkward.

“Bucky?” You ask quietly, your voice shy.

He turns to you, waiting for you to speak.

“Will… will you show me something?” He hesitates then swallows hard at the innocent look in your eyes.

“What?”

You take his hand and slowly bring it to your chest, holding it there when he tries to move.

“Show me how a man loves a woman.”

He feels his walls slowly crumble.

“You mean you...?” You shake your head and move closer to him, keeping his hand on you. 

“I’ve had sex. But it’s always been just that. I want more than that. And... I want it with you.” He doesn’t move for a few moments. 

“You’re sure?” He asks stiffly, a war being fought behind his pretty blue eyes.

“More than sure. Please, James. Make love to me.” He’s got your face between his hands and his lips on yours in an instant, kissing you in a way you’ve never been kissed before.

Your hands grasp the fabric of his shirt and you tug on it, wanting him naked. Now.

“We should go inside,” he whispers, trailing kisses down your neck. 

“Take me to bed.” He picks you up, holding you tight against his chest as you wrap your legs around his waist. You swear he almost trips three separate times while walking towards his bedroom but eventually your back hits the soft sheets.

You tug on the hem of his shirt and he quickly gets the message, pulling the piece of clothing off and tossing it to the floor. 

He pulls off his pants and socks next and you bite your bottom lip, taking in his appearance.

He’s beautiful.

“I think you’re a little overdressed,” he whispers while crawling up the bed. You smile as he hovers above you, his lips just brushing over yours. “Undress me, Sarge.” He wastes no time tearing your clothes off until you’re bare beneath him.

He doesn’t touch you right away, instead, his hands hover over your skin like he’s afraid you’ll break with the slightest touch.

“Please touch me,” you beg, “please.” He looks into your eyes as he leans back on his haunches, watching you intently.

“Please,” you whisper, eyes falling closed as he finally brings his hands to your burning skin. You gasp at the contact, almost cumming on the spot as he rubs his hands over your stomach.

This is the most intense thing you’ve ever felt in your life. 

A soft moan leaves your parted lips as his thumbs flick over your nipples. “So beautiful,” he whispers, leaning his head down and wrapping his mouth around your right nipple. His tongue flicks over the hardened peak and you grab handfuls of the bedsheets, toes curling.

“Please,” you murmur, not entirely sure what it is you want. He seems to have an idea, though, as he lowers his head down and brings your legs over his shoulders.

His tongue just gently traces your folds, fluttering over your clit twice before plunging straight into your aching heat. 

Your back arches almost painfully at the sensation and you groan loudly, fingers finding their way into his luscious brown hair.

He laps at your folds with determination, leaving you a quivering mess on the bed as he quickly brings you to your first orgasm of the night.

He lowers your legs back to the bed and slowly crawls up your body, his lips glistening.

“Are you ready for me?” He asks softly, one of his hands holding yours. “More than ready.” He nods and guides himself into you, both of you letting out noises of ecstasy at the feeling.

The way you fit around him is absolutely perfect. It’s like you were made for him.

“Oh shit! Fuck, you feel so good! ‘m not gonna last long.” You hold him tightly and nod, agreeing with everything he just said.

“James... fuck...” He thrusts hard and deep inside of you. He leans down and kisses you passionately, the taste your slick on his tongue making you moan.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whisper against his mouth, grinding your hips against his to try and gain more friction.

He starts thrusting harder and faster into you, moaning hard against you as your walls start clenching. 

You cum again, but this time it feels like you’re flying. 

He thrusts into you twice more before his hips stutter and he meets his own release inside of your warm fluttering cunt.

He collapses on top of you, his weight welcomed and comforting as you catch your breath.

You gently massage his scalp, feeling more at peace than you have in your entire life.

A little voice at the back of your head is screaming the reason why, but you shut her up, for now, focusing only on the amazing man lying on top of you.

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[starlitsummermoon]

The Black Knight of Stein

Part 1: Nightmare in Black

Story Rating: ADULT 18+ Pairing: Byron Wagner X Kyshimi (MC) Word Count: 5498 Story Summary:  Heading off to Stein for a much needed vacation with her future husband, Kyshimi finds it hard to relax while she’s being plagued with nightmares of a monstrous black wolf. When she arrives during Stein’s most celebrated festival of the year, all the pieces start falling into place, but the most important pieces are still missing. Digging through history, she hopes to find an answer before she’s hunted down. Part 1 is also on Ao3!

[A/N]: Kyshimi is pronounced (kee-shee-mee). This chapter contains no SMUT... but the next one certainly does. I plan on making these chapters long, but I promise I put a lot of work into them and they’re worth it, so bare with me! Part 2 is in the works!

Piercing through the canopy of the forest, rays of sunlight lit the grassy floor at its roots. Birds and deer darted in and out of sight as a woman wistfully skipped in between the trees. Time slowed, each leap and bound lasted forever before her bare foot felt the cooling comfort of the earth beneath her. Following the hidden path, guided by the setting sun, her lips yielded a grin each time she felt the fading heat of the sun on her face.

Farther and farther she skipped, the foliage smoothly transitioned from deep, cooling greens to bright, warm reds. The air grew frigid, her breath visible with each bound. Long grass no longer brushed against the hem of her pure white gown for it vanished with the greens, instead debris of crunchy leaves scattered around her feet.

Without warning, the sky grew angry and dark as the leaves were whisked away by a harsh breeze, leaving the ground bare and cold. The trees became unsettling, their sharp branches piercing the dark clouds above them as they swirled with mighty force. Her skin now ice, her smile left with the leaves as dread seeped into her body. A sharp pain at the back of her head, she dared to glance behind her, wisps of her hair catching in her eyes.

It was following her!

An enormous, pitch black mass sprinted through the trees behind her, swiftly closing the gap with powerful lunges, baring its fangs. Its large white eyes narrowed down to slits as its pointed ears pinned back into the thick, dark mane protecting its neck. Dagger-like claws dug into the earth, throwing twigs and stones behind as it neared its target. Closer and closer it got, the hot, wet breath nearly caressed the back of her neck.

Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to scream, but nothing came out. Only seconds of a glimpse was all it took to keep her legs going, but her body wouldn’t move any faster. With tears clouding her vision, she tripped over a large root of a tree. Slamming into the ground, her arms and elbows stung as her teeth bit down on her bottom lip in a weak attempt to subdue the pain.

Ice swept over her, turning back to witness wide open jaws swallow her.

Kyshimi shot up, a loud gasp escaping her lungs as adrenaline pulsed through her limbs. Her gaping eyes carefully examined her surroundings. The warmth of the morning sun bled through lace curtains, giving solidity to her furniture. The many bottles of perfume atop her vanity shone, dozens of pairs of earrings sparkled, and the many folds and wrinkles of her sheets formed mountains and valleys.

A deep sigh of relief blew from her lips, now convinced that she was in the safety of her chambers, protected by the warmth of her bed. Lowering her head, her mess of ebony hair flowed over her shoulders and nearly down into her lap where her hands rested, still shaking from the vivid imagery of razor sharp fangs sinking into her.

Throwing one corner of her sheets aside, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her toes reaching down to feel the cold marble of her floor. Gripping the edge of her mattress, she continued to stare down at her pure white nightgown, her arms shaking.

“That dream again,” she whispered hoarsely to herself, “why do I keep having that dream about that━” An image of nightmare mass flashed in her mind. She swallowed a hard lump in her throat before muttering, “...wolf.” A shiver trickled over her skin, her hands instinctively wrapping around herself, rubbing the back of her arms to warm back up, but it was hard to shake the fear that had been haunting her for several weeks now.

With a hefty sigh, she pulled herself up on her feet and made her way to her vanity. Sitting in front of her enormous mirror, she clearly saw the dark circles underneath her eyes. Tugging at her cheeks and leaning in for a closer look, she groaned. She was to leave to Stein in a day’s time and she hardly looked presentable enough to leave her chambers.

“I’m such a mess,” she vexed, snatching her hair brush. “I can’t let Giles see me like this or he’ll never let me go.” Fixing her hair and applying a bit of makeup helped hide the dark circles, but her eyes gave everything away, and no amount of jewelry or perfume could distract from them. Another attempt was made with the choice of dress, a long frilly skirt and a blouse to match. 

Twirling around in the mirror, the dark color brought a smile to her face. It was autumn afterall, her favorite season, and not only that, but she had been invited to Stein’s All Hallows Eve Festival as King Byron’s honored guest. She was a bit sad that for the first time in her life, she would be missing out on Halloween in Wysteria, but according to Nico and Albert, the All Hallows Eve Festival was a significant holiday in Stein and celebrated a bit differently than most countries.

The mere thought of it was exciting to her as she tried to imagine what it could be like and how different it could be compared to how she was used to celebrating Halloween. Besides being a couple of days long, she couldn’t imagine Halloween being spent any other way; spooky decorations and children running through the streets collecting candy.

Now ready for the day to begin, she took one last glance in the mirror. The distracting thoughts of Halloween and being with Byron cheered her up, nearly forgetting all about dark circles and the nightmarish black mass. She knew, however, that she couldn’t ignore it forever. Thoughts bubbled inside her stomach, ready to burst.

‘I wish Byron was here… he would know what to do, or at least, know what to say.’

Placing herself at her small desk in the corner of her room, she pulled out her ink and quill along with a thick piece of paper. Taking in a deep breath, her quill hovered over the paper as she questioned herself.

‘Should I really be writing to him about this? Is this something he should really be bothered with?’

She felt like a pest whenever she bothered Byron with her personal problems knowing how busy he was as King, but he always seemed to get upset with her if she bottled everything up without even talking to him about it. He always knew what to say to comfort her, what to do to make the situation better, but she wanted to try handling this on her own.

“It’s...fine,” she said with an unconvincing smile, “I’ll just write it and not send it.” Re-dipping her quill, she scratched against the paper with its tip.

‘My Dearest Byron,

I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night when I arrive. I’ve missed you terribly. Unfortunately, I haven’t been sleeping very well as of late. My dreams have been plagued with nightmares leaving me with restless nights for the last several weeks. What’s odd is that it’s the same dream, over and over. 

They’re becoming more vivid each time, convincing me that it may be real. Because of this, it’s getting difficult for me to feel safe unless I’m locked away in my chambers. I know that’s not healthy, but I don’t know what to do about this anymore. I feel so lost…

 I’m hoping to find solace in your embrace and comfort in your sheets. I await to feel your lips again.

With all my love,

Kyshimi’

Folding it up nicely, she even placed her silver waxed seal over the golden thread that held the parchment together. Ready to be sent with haste, she instead placed it back in the drawer, never to be seen by the receiver's eyes.

Her day was ending early, heading towards her chambers with haste as Giles followed closely behind, summarizing the days events with verbal footnotes. Mesmerized by the patterns of the marble tile and the sounds of her clacking heels, her advisor’s words fell on deaf ears for her thoughts were elsewhere. It was hard to focus with such little sleep for so long.

“Princess Kyshimi?” Giles’s voice echoed down the corridor, loud enough to catch her attention. She stopped, turning her gaze up at him with drooping eyelids. The sight of her worn out expression caught him off guard as it was the first time he had gotten a good look at her face today. “My word! Princess, are you━”

“I’m fine, Giles,” Kyshimi harshly cut him off, facing down the hall to continue her way towards the safety of her chambers. “I just… haven’t been getting very good sleep as of late. Now, as you were saying, when am I scheduled to leave for Stein tomorrow?”

The corner of Giles’ mouth curled unpleasantly in the tuck of his cheek, hesitantly waiting for the Princess to get a few steps ahead of him. He hadn’t been talking about tomorrow’s schedule at all. Clearing his throat, he decided to match her pace and walk at her side again, trying to get a better assessment of her condition, “Ahem, you’re scheduled to leave just after breakfast with Sir Alyn as your escort, but Your Highness…”

“Yes, Giles?”

“...I believe a change in plans are necessary. I shall escort you to Stein in Sir Alyn’s stead.”

“Nonsense, you need to run the country in my stead while I’m away.”

“We’ll return in just a few days, that shouldn’t be bothersome to Leo or Duke Howard if we simply━” Giles’ words faded into silence as Kyshimi grew cold. All of a sudden, he was changing the plans for everything. She was scheduled to be gone for several weeks in order to “learn, understand, and get well-acquainted with King Byron and the people of Stein before she becomes Queen,” or as she liked to think of it, a nice long vacation with King Byron. During this time, Giles was supposed “run” Wysteria in her place to the best of his ability while Alyn accompanied her during her travel’s leaving and returning to the castle. Nico, and occasionally, Albert, were set to be her personal attendants and guards during her stay at Stein castle.

Carefully gathering her thoughts, she took a deep breath and faced Giles with a large, concern-free grin and asked, “Why are you so worried? We’re not changing the plan. You’re staying here while I’m staying Stein for a much-needed vacation, remember?”

“Of course, Princess,” Giles sighed, matching her quickened pace perfectly, “it’s just… I’m worried. I didn’t realize the state you were in… are you sure you don’t want to shorten your stay? Or have me accompany you?”

“I’m 110% sure, Giles. Besides, this will be good for me. I’ll be on a much needed vacation while learning about Stein at the same time. According to Nico, this one of their biggest festivals of the year. It would be foolish to miss out on this opportunity.”

“Excellent point, Your Highness, but━”

“AAND, I wouldn’t want to disappoint any of the monarchs and bureaucrats who are expecting to meet me during my stay, now would I?”

Giles was left speechless. Expressionless, he gazed down at the Princess as they finally arrived at her chamber doors, her smile almost sincere enough to hide her exhaustion. Realizing he wasn’t going to win this battle, he chuckled to himself, ‘Of all times for my tutoring to take effect…’

“Princess, you’re absolutely correct,” he boasted confidently followed by a deep bow, “Please, forgive my doubt in our future Queen. Now, as you requested, your maids packed little for you, as per your request.”

“Yes,” she nodded in agreement, “King Byron informed me that my wardrobe will be taken care of entirely, including anything that I wish to purchase while I’m there.”

“An excellent method in getting acquainted with their fashion, Princess. Just be sure to take a few minutes and pack any personal items you wish to bring along with you. I’ll take my leave now, so please get to bed early and get some much needed rest. We want our precious Princess looking presentable for the King of Stein tomorrow. Goodnight, Princess.”

With a small curtsey in response, Kyshimi watched Giles until he turned down the corridor, finally leaving her to be alone once more, a rare occurrence since Nico decided to remain in Stein after she had announced her engagement to King Bryon. She enjoyed it, though, not having an attendant or an advisor glued to her side for several hours a day, despite the fact that she missed Nico’s companionship.

Locking her door behind her, a wave of relief washed over her as she released a huge sigh from her chest, her back sinking against the door as she did so. The large room was tranquil and quiet, no maids, no attendants, and no responsibilities. Walking to the center of her room, she looked around at her belongings which were starting to become glazed with the light of dusk. Nothing popped. Everything she would need is already waiting for her in her chambers at Stein castle, there wasn’t any personal item that needed to come with her.

Her eyes slowly drifted to the small desk in the corner of her room where a letter to her beloved hid in the confines of the drawer. Fiddling with her fingers, she crept up to the desk, slowly pulling the drawer open until she saw the glint of the silvery wax seal. Placing the letter atop the desk, she stared at it, remembering the words she wrote.

Keeping her eyes on the letter, she backed away until she felt the edge of her bed hit the back of her legs. Sinking into the edge, her feet hovered above the floor as she flopped back onto her fluffy comforter.

“Even if I were to send it now,” she whispered, her eyelids growing heavier as she stared at the blank ceiling, “Byron wouldn’t get it in time.” She shook her head lightly. “No, I don’t want him to worry. Everything will be better when I see him tomorrow.”

A shadow swept across her room. Her eyes shot back open. Bolting back up, her head pounded from the rush, struggling to listen for any foreign sounds as she analyzed her room once again. The windows were all shut, the balcony door was closed, and none of her curtains were moving. No breeze, no draft. She turned back to look at her door, ensuring it was still closed. It was, and she clearly remembered locking it.

The shadow returned, swiftly traveling across her room before it vanished. It was from outside. Her head snapped towards her balcony door, the lacey curtains burning from the light of dusk, the shadows from the tops of surrounding trees were starting to bleed up from the bottom. She didn’t blink, afraid she was going to miss it again. With a swoosh, the shadow passed the balcony door once again, its wings fluttering as it neared the glass before flying away, trying to enter her room before seeing there was no way in.

“Spinner!” Kyshimi gasped, hopping off her bed and to the balcony doors. Swinging them open, she dashed outside, the chilled breeze of autumn kissing her face as she looked up to the tree tops. The heavy contrast of Spinner’s snow-white feathers against the orange and red leaves of the canopy made him easy to spot. Reaching her hands up into the air, the Princess couldn’t hold back a small amount of tears and a large smile as she called out to him, “Spinner!”

Gracefully descending from the sky, Spinner silently swooped passed the Princess and entered her chambers, landing on the wooden post of her sofa; his favorite perch. Carefully following him inside, Kyshimi sat on the sofa, soothing stroking his feathers as he rested.

“It’s so nice to see you, Spinner,” she said softly, scratching a spot right under the owl’s beak, “Did Byron send you to check in on me?” Byron often sent Spinner to check in on her during their extended periods apart, sometimes including a letter or a small note. This time there was none. 

With yet another sigh, which she made a mental note to cut back on in Stein, she happily held out her arm for the bird, who gently grasped it as she stood up and paced around her room, placing featherlight kisses on his beak as she did so. This was routine each time Spinner came to visit.

The sweet comfort of the large bird’s appearance allowed her to finally relax for the first time in days and the reality of her leaving to be in Stein with Byron hit her hard.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” the Princess whispered, “but I can’t help but feel anxious, Spinner.” The owl’s head spun around, getting a good glimpse of the room. “I’m excited to see Byron again, there’s so much I need to talk about with him, but I don’t want to burden him with my problems… is that fair of me? To assume he doesn’t want to hear about my problems, or to assume that he even has time to hear them, being a busy King…?”

The large bird started preening some of his feathers, forcing a small laugh from the Princess’ lips as she gently shook her head. She knew full well that he couldn’t understand what she was saying, and if he could, it’s not like he could repeat her words to Byron. He wasn’t a parrot afterall. Glancing back at the balcony, she was ready to send him off.

“Sorry, Spinner,” she shrugged, keeping the smile on her face, “there’s no letter I wish to send this time, so I’ll see you━ AAH!” Spinner flapped his large wings, releasing his grasp on her arm without harm and flew across her room. He landed on the desk in the corner, his feet pinning the letter. Reaching down, he picked at the golden thread until he firmly had it in his beak. Kyshimi gaped in panic.

“No, Spinner!” she blurted, afraid to move in case it frightened him and he flew off, but it was too late. With a hefty thrust of his wings, the owl flew out the open balcony door with the letter in hand. Darting after him, she could do nothing but watch from the door as he flew away, most likely back to Stein. There was no sense in calling for him, he was too far gone now.

“Damn that smart bird,” she muttered, leaning against the frame of the door.

The carriage left for Stein on schedule the following morning and was now entering the forest dividing the two countries. Sir Alyn Crawford pushed the group of knights surrounding the carriage into the forest without hesitation, constantly on his guard for anyone or anything that had intentions of harming Princess Kyshimi during her journey to Stein Castle. Riding directly next to the carriage as his trusted knights led the entourage and trailed behind, he still kept his eyes and ears open for anything suspicious.

Meanwhile, inside the carriage itself, Princess Kyshimi leaned her head against the window, watching the passing scenery change from villages to open hills to thick forests. A normally soothing way to pass the time on her way to Stein, but she couldn’t relax.

Spinner had taken the letter to Byron. She blamed herself because Spinner was accustomed to delivering letters to Byron from her even if he hadn’t sent one to start each time he flew in for a check up. She concluded the bird knew what her letters looked like and assumed she would want it delivered. A foolish mistake on her behalf.

‘I never should have even written the letter to begin with. I should’ve just waited until I saw him. Why did I write the letter?!’

Her eyelids fluttered, the scenery outside began to blur as she yawned. The rocking of the carriage and the numbing sound of over a dozen horses trodding the already beaten path enticed her body and mind enough to let her guard down just enough to leave her consciousness in a sleep-driven daze.

Just as she was about to surrender to sleep, a sharp pain crept up on the back of her head, threatening to become a full-blown migraine. Straightening up her posture from the sudden discomfort, she started to feel an icy chill consume her fingers and toes. Looking down at her hands, she spread out her fingers and clenched them into fists, over and over to prove to herself she wasn’t going crazy.

“So odd…” she commented to herself, turning her hands over and spreading her fingers out once more, “this… this almost reminds me of━” A quick flash of nightmare-black with white fangs and blood-thirsty eyes entered her mind for the briefest moment. Her entire body froze, terrified to glance out the window to confirm her suspicions.

“I-it’s only a dream,” she shivered, muttering under her breath as she turned to look out the window, trees and shrubbery blurring in and out of view, “it’s only a dream. It’s only a d-dream. It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s. NOT. REAL!”

The carriage abruptly came to a halt, Kyshimi flying forward out of her seat and landing in the cushions of the bench across from her. Several horses outside starting braying, their riders, noble Knights of Wysteria, starting shrieking in panic. Before she had a moment to collect herself, Alyn flung open the door of the carriage.

“Princess!” he shouted in alarm as he found her nearly on the floor. With one, heavy step, he entered to assist her back onto her seat, her hair all over her face. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she flipped her hair back and did her best to fix it, pulling strands that had caught in her mouth out, “but what happened? Why did we stop?”

“I’m about to find out,” Alyn stepped back out, “I just needed to make sure you were all right after that rough stop.” Without leaving her side, Alyn waited for one of his knights to bring him a report as he still stood in front of the entrance to the carriage. He refused to leave the Princess’s side knowing something dangerous could happen any second.

“Captain!” a knight shouted as he and his horse cantored towards Alyn and the Princess.

“What happened?!” Alyn demanded, “Are we being ambushed?”

“No, Sir!” the knight’s horse nearly skidded to a halt, the creature still spooked, “the horses at the front just got spooked bad. Same with the knights riding them.”

“Spooked? By what?!”

“I.. I don’t know.”

Alyn’s brow furrowed in frustration as he glanced back at Kyshimi and mumbled, “Wait here.”

“If it’s all the same to you,” the Princess stood up from her seat and smoothed out any wrinkles in her skirt, “I’d rather come with you. I want, no, I need to know what your knights have to say about this.” Her stern expression commanded no quarrel as she stepped out of the carriage, ready to follow whoever was willing to lead her to the spooked knights. 

Pressing his lips together into a thin line, Alyn simply nodded. He could understand why the Princess would be upset with a possibly foolish delay, but he was wrong. The chills and the pain in the back of her head, she had to know what happened. She needed proof from these knights that what she felt wasn’t real and was just apart of her imagination and sleep depravity.

The knight on the horse turned around and led the way towards the front of the formation, where a group of knights were sitting on a log on the edge of the road, their horses on the other side of the road being soothed by other knights. As they got closer, Alyn could see more horses and knights than they had brought with them on their mission, except these horses were all black along with their respective riders. Worried, the Captain protectively placed himself in front of the Princess, ready to draw his sword, but the closer they got, the better he could see familiar faces.

“Looks like Stein came to meet us half-way,” Alyn confirmed, turning his head towards the Princess in hopes of reassuring her. Excited, Kyshimi ran ahead to see who had arrived with the Stein knights. Standing before the Wysterian knights that were resting on the log aside the road was Albert and Nico.

“Princess Kyshimi!” Nico was the first take notice of her. “Are you all right? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“No, Nico, I’m fine!” she smiled, holding back the happy tears threatening to stream down her face. She was so happy to see Nico, it took everything else she had to hold back a hug, even though most of the people around them knew about their friendship.

“Are you certain?” Albert stoically interjected, nearly pushing Nico out of the way.

“Very certain, Al,” she smiled, her body relaxing in the presence of Byron’s most trusted knights. With a quick glance around, Byron was nowhere to be seen. A twinge of disappointment was felt in her chest, but it was easily ignored. These two were more than enough comfort to last her until she saw him in Stein.

“We heard the commotion just before we caught up to you,” Nico reported, his expression more serious than it ever had been before, turning his attention to the Wysterian Captain. “We arrived as soon as we could.”

“We appreciate that,” Alyn nodded his head in gratitude, “I was just about to find out what the cause of the commotion was.” Only a few feet away from him sat the knights, still shaking with fear.

“S-sorry, Captain,” one of the knights shamefully looked up to Alyn, meeting his questioning gaze, “but I've never s-seen anything like it before!”

“What exactly did you see?” Alyn’s eyes narrowed, getting down on his knee to meet the gazes of his frightened men.

“A b-beast!” the knight shuddered.

“No! A monster!” the knight next to him shrieked. “I thought I was seeing things, Captain, but it’s there!”

“What did it look like?” Alyn asked, his tone a bit more comforting than before. “Can you give us any details?”

“Black,” a knight said flatly, his eyes cold, “black, and larger than any bear. I could barely see his eyes, but his… his teeth! His teeth could probably tear our armor apart. It almost looked like… a wolf. A giant, monsterous wolf.”

“Okay, anything else━”

The group’s words had faded as Kyshimi’s body became numb. It was everything she feared. They saw it. They saw the creature from her nightmare, it was real, and it was following her!

Just like it had in her dreams.

The world around her grew dark. Her knees started to shake, begging her legs to start running, but where? The beast could be anywhere in the forest. She was afraid to look up, afraid she would see its eyes staring right into her soul before it━

“Kyshimi?”

Nico placed a comforting arm over the Princess’s shoulder, taking notice of her suddenly solemn expression. Snapping back to reality, she felt the warmth from his touch and smiled at him, but her smile quickly disappeared and she gently pushed his arm off of her.

“What are you and Albert doing here, anyway?” her question was spoken louder than she had intended, catching the attention of both Captains. “It’s not normal for you to meet us half-way, I mean, you never have before.”

“His Majesty, King Byron, deemed it necessary that myself, along with a carefully selected group of knights, assist in escorting our future queen to Stein’s castle steps,” Albert expertly answered, adjusting his glasses as he glanced over at Nico, “not all participants were my choice, but we all happily obliged.”

Kyshimi lowered her gaze, thinking that Byron must’ve received her letter in time, sending his own entourage to escort her to him. Swallowing back her tears, she lifted her head back up and met Albert with a grateful grin. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Alyn’s disapproval written all over his face.

“Don’t misunderstand,” Albert responded to Alyn’s silent protest, “King Byron does not doubt your abilities to safely deliver the Princess to him. Instead, his concern lies with the fact that this is her first time traveling to Stein as his future Queen, therefore he deemed it wise to send extra escorts.”

“If you say so,” Alyn shrugged, his disapproval disappearing, “I won’t question my future King.” The two captains began to discuss formation changes peacefully, leaving Nico the opportunity to lead Kyshimi back to her carriage, holding out his arm for her.

‘That’s a good cover story,’ she thought to herself, certain that it was because he had received her letter the night before. Gripping Nico’s arm firmly, the knights around them began taking their places in the new formation. The rush of black and white horses around them seemed a bit overwhelming as she held Nico a bit closer.

“I wonder what the knights really saw,” Nico pondered, weaving himself and the princess in between the busy knights and horses.

“What do you mean?” Kyshimi snapped her gaze at him, an eyebrow raised in question as her heart sank into her stomach. The knights saw exactly what she had been seeing in her dreams, she had no doubt it was real now. “You heard what they said, it was a giant, b-black wolf.”

“You really believe that?” there was a hint of a chuckle in Nico’s response. “C’mon, Kyshimi, I was there with you when you did your studies with Leo. There aren’t any wolves in Stein or Wysteria, or even the surrounding countries. There hasn’t been for centuries.”

“Okay…” she knew he was right as she recalled the lessons she had with Leo. Wolves were located in the western-most part of the continent, nowhere near Stein or Wysteria, but her dreams and what the knights described stuck with her. “Then how do you explain what they saw?”

“It easily could have been a bear. Bears can get pretty big, maybe your knights haven’t seen one in a while. They usually stay away from large, loud groups of people like this. Maybe they scared him, eh?”

Nico’s reasoning comforted her to a point, but the feeling in her gut wouldn’t leave. The situation was too convenient. Remembering her vivid dreams, she mentally looked over the creature she had seen over and over again, questioning if she had really been dreaming about a bear instead.

‘No… it’s a wolf, I have no doubt about that…. But what the men saw….’

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Nico leaned in, his lips almost touching her earrings. She heard him very clearly, but her eyes were too busy scanning the trees surrounding her, careful not to seem frazzled to the knights around her, especially the captains. Feeling a cold chill on the other side of her body, she looked towards the forest on that side, and for a moment, she thought she saw a large, black mass flee from sight in the distance.

It was still here.

“Nico,” her grip on his arm tensed, “will you please accompany me in the carriage?”

“Of course,” Nico smiled with relief, “but are you sure you don’t… want…” His words trailed off, his eyes meeting hers. Her cheeks trembled and her teeth bit down on her lip, wordlessly pleading with him. An odd sense of knightly duty came over him as he sternly answered her, “As you wish, Princess.”

With every knight in his place, Albert and Alyn on either side of the carriage and Nico sitting directly across from Princess Kyshimi, the journey to Stein Castle continued. This time, with the carriage curtains pulled over each window. 

During the ride, Nico excitedly caught up with Kyshimi with all that has happened since they last saw one another. He barely let her get a word in, afraid she was going to look at him with those pleading eyes again. The conversations they had easily distracted her for most of the ride, filling the small space with laughter and excitement. Each time any thought of the black beast tried to enter her mind, she immediately thought of Byron and the safety of his arms which she longed for. Her worries, she hoped, would subside during her time in Stein.

As the entourage exited the forest into Stein, the large, black-furred creature watched from afar until it could no longer see the knights trailing behind the Princess’s carriage, daring not to leave the shadowy cover of the forest… yet.

#midnight cinderella #MidCin #byron wagner #giles christophe #Alyn Crawford #albert burckhardt #nico meier #starlit's smutty spooky tales

[draconida]

BKDK Fic Recs

I've a lot of bookmarks in my AO3 profile and I needed to make a list with all those wonderful stories! 

[This list will have other parts]

1- Mechanical Bull by warschach [Explicit]

Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

2- Dull by choimarie

“What? Never have seen a hot dude before?”

3- Caught Looking by EAter [Explicit]

He hadn’t meant to look, but once he did, he couldn’t stop. Izuku always knew Katsuki was attractive, in a sort of removed, passive way. He’s obnoxiously fit- with good posture and clear skin and those sharp, dangerous eyes.

Really, it’s a wonder Izuku hadn’t stopped to stare sooner.

4- Sour Silk by BrightEyesEren [Explicit]

Midoriya Izuku starts to receive random gifts at his door. Chaos ensues when he realises he has a sugar daddy.

5- Drinking Watermelon by warschach [Explicit]

For whatever reason, maybe divine fate, Izuku turned and looked over his shoulder and waved to them.

Katsuki’s heart full on stopped right then, and his fingers forgot their duty on the rails, and his body neglected its job to keep Katsuki balanced.

Izuku’s summer sweet smile fell into concern as Katsuki went airborne and cracked his skull on the porch.

Or Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

6- Sucker Punch by warschach [Explicit]

But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(Or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

7- K-9 by warschach [Explicit]

Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

8- Misfire by deplore

Life's difficult when you're a teenager and your hormones make you lose control of your quirk. Alternately: A PG-13 version of "Sex Sent Me To The ER."

The pleasant sensation that comes from kissing Bakugou – the knowledge that it’s because he’s touching Bakugou so intimately that’s got Bakugou making such vulnerable noises – it tingles satisfyingly underneath his skin in a way that almost feels like when he activates One for All.

– and then there’s the sickening sound of something snapping just as Midoriya realizes, half a second too late, that the feeling is actually exactly like when he activates One for All.

9- Sugar Stardust by milkcandie

Between baking pretty macarons and sculpting wedding cakes, Katsuki slowly falls in love with a certain green-haired coworker who has effervescent stars in his eyes. Maybe working as a pastry chef in Nowhere, Japan isn't so bad after all, especially when he’s in such close proximity to a boy who manages to beautify every little thing in his presence.

A pâtisserie AU where Katsuki and Izuku are really the perfect ingredient for each other.

10- Gravity by warschach [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.

Not that he cares, pfft.

Ha, Izuku Midoriya caring about Katsuki Bakugou, thinking he's pretty cute and not half bad once you get past the asshole persona; though that gargantuan ego of his could take a dive off a very tall cliff.

(Fine, he cares.)

11- In Which Bakugou Finds His One Tru Luv by Erina

Welcome to the Explodo-kill agency! We can destroy your buildings, crash your cars, and help you solve one of the seven mysteries in life: who is Bakugou Katsuki's mysterious boyfriend?!

The Misadventures of Explodo-kill Agency It is a really fun series! Super recommended ❤

12- Cherish Me by Justaperson1718

“What?”

Izuku looked back down at his menu and flipped the page, a small smile on his face. “Nothing.”

Katsuki glared at Izuku from across the table. “If it was nothing then you wouldn’t be staring at me.”

“It’s just a little funny watching you try to look your best for our date when you always look great anyway,” Izuku explained. He wouldn’t look up from his menu while he spoke, but his words remained ingrained with confidence nevertheless. He considered what he was saying to be fact, and nothing else. “Even when you’re not trying in front of the cameras, it’s still hard to take my eyes off of you.”

13- Chewed Up by warschach [Explicit]

Zombie apocalypse, more than a third of the population currently dead or in the state of undead, and Katsuki still somehow managed to get his shit stolen by two chicks and Freckle boy.

Fuck this new generation.

14- Manage Me by Justaperson1718

Izuku caught himself moving forward, his head tilted somewhat to the side, and his eyes shot wide open. His gaze met Katsuki’s half-lidded eyes now that he was no longer in a dreamlike state, and seeing the way Katsuki was looking at him—waiting for him—made him realize Katsuki would’ve let him do it. He might have even wanted him to do it.

“You’re both doing fabulous!” the photographer called out to them, packing his camera into his bag and getting ready to leave. “I just got word that what we have now should be good, so we’ll stop there. Thank you for your time! Lock the door on your way out after you change.”

The pair stayed frozen in place, with Izuku’s arms around Katsuki’s neck and Katsuki’s hands resting on Izuku’s waist, while the photographer and his supervisor left.

“Kacchan,” Izuku cooed once they were gone. “Did you want to…?”

15- I'll Hold You In My Heart by InkspillsNotebook

"Someday, everything you own, everything you love... will be mine."

When a threat from the past comes to light, the budding romance between Prince Katsuki Bakugou and Prince Izuku Midoriya is put on hold as Katsuki struggles to save the love of his life, and Izuku puts up with being turned into a swan.

The Swan Princess (1994) AU

16- King Tide by warschach

Izuku meets a sea prince.

17- Play It Cool by warschach

Izuku accidentally becomes Katsuki's secret cuddle buddy.

(or that time Izuku and Katsuki snuggle on real pretenses then false ones, each finding a way to poorly miscommunicate their emotions cause what do these boys do aside of making carters in infrastructures and in each other, make the whole class of 1-A weep for them, and manage a romance to bring Ryan Gosling to the brink of tears.)

18- Boom, Badoom, Boom by warschach

Izuku's working the kissing booth at the school fair, it just so happens Katsuki has been crushing on him since the first grade.

“Did you—“ Izuku parted his mouth with no sound leaving it, “Did you pay?”

“Yea.”

“For a kiss?”

19- Bad Dog by Morpheel [Explicit, Omegaverse & Hybrids]

Katsuki Bakugou is a Wolf-Dog hybrid who has been returned more times than he can count.

His natural aggression and anger is excessive, even for an Alpha. Every time he's been purchased he's wound up blowing it one way or another. Yet when another chance comes around to prove his worth, he'll do whatever it takes to stay-

That is, until he runs into a minor roadbump. He isn't the only pet in the Asai household. When said pet is also an Omega, currently in the throes of his season, how the hell is he supposed to not blow it? (Literally).

20- Cafe Mocha by HG_Wells

Everyone has a timer on their wrist that appears when they turn thirteen, they can never remove it until the moment the timer reaches zero and you find your Soulmate. Izuku Midoriya works at a cafe in downtown Tokyo and he finds his Soulmate in the worst way possible.

21- Heartbreak Aftermath by HG_Wells [Explicit & Omegaverse]

After a harsh breakup with his ex-boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto, his friends decide to take him out to get his mind off things. A few drinks with a stranger turns into something more and he gets more than what he bargained for.

22- It's Better Than Drinking Alone by osakakitty [Explicit]

On the fourteenth of July, Izuku Midoriya's girlfriend called him to her place, and dumped him. And now, on the morning of the fifteenth of July, he woke up with a gruesome hangover and no one to celebrate the day with.

Or not.

Modern-day AU where Midoriya and Bakugo are strangers who meet in a bar, and then have wild and crazy sex later that night. The morning after, it's Midoriya's birthday, but he can't quite remember everything that happened. Bakugo is still willing to give him a present.

23- The Morning After 'The Morning After' by VRios

Izuku gets his keys back. Short epilogue to "It's Better Than Drinking Alone".

24- Fishy by warschach for DriftingGlass [Explicit]

Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

25- Piggyback by deanvspanties

I found this prompt and I wanted to do it for Bakugou's birthday but I'm a bit late:

Person 1 complaining about how long the walk to wherever is, and Person 2 constantly telling them to shut up and that they’re almost there. After Person 1 doesn’t stop complaining, Person 2 picks Person 1 up like a child and tells them that’s what they get for complaining like a child, and carries them all the way there.

“If you’re going to act like a fussy goddamned brat, I’m going to treat you like one.”

Really I just wanted to write adult Izuku getting a piggyback ride from Kacchan.

26- The last dragon-blood king by claimedbydaryl [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Katsuki Bakugou was the alpha heir to a forgotten throne, reigning lord and warden of the Fyre Isles, a famed warrior of vicious repute in the Western Seas, and he would be wed to Izuku Midoriya by the day’s end. 

27- Storge by Mellosweet [Omegaverse]

“Hold on,” Aizawa said, his voice harsh as if he couldn’t believe what he was just told “let me see if I heard it right. You went to Midoriya’s house with Eri and Kouta, because they wanted to see him, but Midoriya is in heat. Then he called the kids his ‘pups’, took them to his bedroom, and now Bakugou won’t let you near the house?” “Yes” Togata looked up to the building behind him “What should I do?” Aizawa sighs “I am not paid enough for this.”

28- Where's the Fire? by InfiniteTeal

Uraraka is on a mission, a mission to find out whether or not Bakugou and Midoriya are actually together. The evidence stacks up to prove that they are, even everyone else she brings with her sees it, but there's nothing she can do when the couple denies the evidence.

29- Curse the Way to Heaven by InfiniteTeal

Midoriya actually knows how to swear, and Bakugou gets turned on at the simplest moments.

30- Head Game Strong by InfiniteTeal [Explicit]

Some of the students from class 1-A decide to go out to dinner together for the evening. Midoriya hadn't planned to joined them, but it's no surprise that he's under the table fooling around with Bakugou. It sounded like a good idea at first, but Bakugou has a hard time keeping it together when Midoriya gives him a secret blowjob while everyone else is sitting around him.

31- Kacchan's Piercing by InfiniteTeal [Explicit]

Bakugou is bombarded by his classmates about his not-so-secret piercing. He finds out about what the other classmates did to Midoriya, and decides that he wants to feel Midoriya's tongue piercing for himself.

32- Memorized by SchrodingersCat_DoA [Explicit & Fem!Izuku]

Stupid. It was stupid.

Bakugou leaned down and grabbed her scarred wrist to pull her to her feet. He made his way to the dance floor, dragging Deku behind him. He could hear her sputtering behind him, trying to find words to say, but failing.

As he reached the edge of the dancing mass, he turned to face Deku and pulled her into him. Her hands met his chest and fisted in his shirt, pinching some skin, but he didn’t wince. “There, now you have someone to dance with.”

33- Blonde Haired Bunnies by Morpheel [Explicit, Omegaverse & Hybrids]

In an attempt to create a new genetic pattern in the Rabbit-Hybrid Gene, Izuku Midorya is paired with a very strange (and almost unorthodox) stud. The end goal is blonde haired, red eyed rabbits- though only one Alpha truly fits that bill.

Surely a wolf and a rabbit can't breed?

34- Never Skip Leg Day by SecretKiwi [Explicit]

Deku loves leg day, and so does Katsuki- just in a different way.

35- F.U. by warschach [Explicit]

Izuku smiled; Katsuki understood why people warned that the devil wore a Sunday hat and fine clothes because deception worked better if no one expected it.

Not anymore. He knew Izuku’s evil ways, and his ass might be a 20 on the hotness meter but Katsuki held grudges.

“Izuku,” he sneered; he too could be evil right back.

(Or Katsuki's a football player; Izuku's a cheerleader; they have a rivalry until it isn't one)

36- A Rare Exchange by aideyn [Explicit]

"Oi Deku! Heard you're looking for some "Rare Might"~?"

37- How To Fall In Love With Your Enemy by Insomnia_Productions

When you find the soul that is perfectly matched to your own, any mark that appears on their skin will appear on yours, as well. Everyone knows that.

Midoriya knows it... but, somehow, he's never imagined it happening to him.

Bakugou knows it, too... but he doesn't have time for stupid things like that.

And, although both of them know that Fate is never wrong... there have got to be exceptions. After all, this match cannot possibly be anything but a mistake. Right?

38- One Exception by GreyLiliy

If you’d have told Katsuki when he was in middle school that every day after his shift he’d come home to Deku waiting with a soft smile and dinner, he’d have laughed and set off an explosion in your face. But Deku is stubborn, Katsuki was weak, and now they share a home.

Routine is broken, however, when a Villain makes himself known by taking the lives of Pro Heroes with no trace of motive. With the entire Hero community on edge, Katsuki can only be grateful that Deku has given up on his childish Hero dreams and is safe at home instead of in the line of fire.

39- Swipe Right by Cellaira [Explicit]

Kirishima had another stupid idea, and Katsuki had nothing to lose. Then, he discovered a witty, freckled, attractive stranger, and he had everything to gain.

(Like some damn good sex.)

In other words, the Grindr AU no one asked for but everyone secretly needed.

40- Matchmakers by Trashreciptical

When Katsuki agreed to be Jirou's wingman at a school dance for his students he expected to be bored out of his mind, he expected to laugh at his students suffering trying to communicate with the opposite sex, and he expected being subjected to shitty pop music all night.

What he wasn't expecting was the gorgeous teacher from the other school with forests in his eyes and stars on his cheeks....fuck he has it bad.

In which Katsuki is a chemistry teacher that is one explosion away from being fired and Izuku is the adorable english teacher from a different school, who sweeps Katsuki off of his feet and he doesn't know what to do.

41- Between ink and thorns by soulstring

There are a lot of things people are amazed at when it comes to Bakugou Katsuki. The thing that stands out the most – especially since it comes from a man with so little patience and an explosive temperament – is his unsuspecting love for botany. In an ideal world he would look after his flower shop and get paid for it without having to deal with an annoying element attached to his work; namely bother, namely aggravation, namely humans.

And that day, the worst of them is about to enter his flower shop and his life.

42- Daisies bunches and heather branches by halcyonwhispers 

Izuku falls in love with the foul-mouthed tattoo artist next door.

43- Unknown Number: I Love You by Lillabelle

Opposites attract right? Well that's what Midoriya's friend, Uraraka, thinks. Her friend from another school talked about another guy, Bakugou Katsuki, and the two girls decided the two were perfect for each other. Now Midoriya is left with the number of a guy he didn't even know.

How bad could it be?

44- How IKEA Sells All Their Beds by thankyouforexisting

The next day, Kacchan turns on the cold water while Izuku is showering, resulting in a screaming match that the whole floor gets involved in, and soap bars starts flying everywhere, while Mineta throws his purple balls so that people can grab onto them and not slip on the wet floor, earning a “You’re not that bad, dude,” from Kirishima (It's a lie. Literally everybody hates him). Aizawa punishes them all by making them run laps for an hour the next morning.

Two days later, Izuku retaliates by lowering the thermostat until Kacchan can’t summon fire to burn his clothes, and Iida appears in the doorway holding a flag and shouting, “JUSTICE FOR CLOTHES! NO MORE DESTRUCTION OF FABRIC! WE MUST FIGHT THIS STRIKE AGAINST THE TEXTILE INDUSTRY, COMRADES!”

Kacchan rips the thermostat from the wall with his fire cannons and burns the flag, half of Izuku’s wardrobe, and his bed.//Deku and Kacchan are roommates, and everyone fears for their safety.

45- Yes, They're All Safe by teaandtumblr

Villains have entered UA grounds and are disposed of just as quickly, but that doesn't mean a headcount of the students doesn't need to be done. Toshinori would admit, he wasn't quite prepared for what he found in Bakugou Katsuki's room.

46- I’ll share this with you, so leave it behind by yabakuboi [Single Dad!Izuku]

For the sake of the story, All Might is never in need of a successor, and, when Izuku saves Katsuki from the sludge monster, encourages young Midoriya down a different path. Thus, Katsuki and Izuku part ways after junior high, as Katsuki enters U.A. and the Midoriyas move overseas. It’s later that Katsuki realizes that there’s something missing, that he drove that something away.

Years after, Katsuki finds him in the last place he looks, in the cereal aisle at the local grocery store of their childhood neighborhood.

47- Catharsis by dollcewrites [Explicit]

It's been six years since Izuku graduated.

It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration.

It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers.

It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.

48- Stopping All Stations by glamour_weeb [Explicit & Rape Fantasy]

Izuku begs Katsuki to roleplay as a pervert that feels him up on the train. Katsuki only agrees if Izuku wears a slutty school girl uniform. They both get a little bit too into it.

49- Go the Fuck to Sleep by glamour_weeb [Omegaverse]

Izuku can't sleep and Katsuki takes care of him aka Izuku is needy and Katsuki is whipped.

Takes place during the training camp.

50- Serpents by glamour_weeb [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Izuku goes into heat and leaves a trail of scent across Katsuki’s territory. When the Alpha catches his scent, he tracks Izuku down and mates with him.

51- Let's Get Closer Still by bionic_heehaw (nmhotel21) [Explicit, Fem!Izuku & Incest]

Izuku has a week to find out if her brother wants her the way she's desired him since middle school. After their parents come back from holiday, she probably won't have a chance like this again.

52- What’s up danger by The_Crafty_Cracker [Omegaverse]

Because apparently,The fic where Deku punches a bigoted entailed asshole Alpha in the face wasn’t an appropriate title.

Poor Katsuki has his handful with his mate nearly getting arrested, again!

53- Devil in Me by glamour_weeb [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Katsuki's usually the one getting into fights over Deku when they go to the club, but this time, his Omega's the one that starts a fight over him, but he doesn't stop there. Deku's determined to mark his territory.

54- You've Got Mail! by glamour_weeb [Explicit, Omegaverse & In process]

Izuku is a Quirkless Omega and Katsuki is an Alpha pro hero. Their paths might have never crossed if they hadn’t started using the anonymous mail service where Alphas and Omegas can buy and sell their clothes as heat/rut aids.

Izuku wonders if it's possible to fall in love with an Alpha's scent and Katsuki wonders if he'll ever meet the Omega that smells like his True Mate.

A very horny love story in three parts.

55- Pets take after their Owners by San121 [Explicit, Omegaverse & Hybrids]

Shouto and Eijirou are a loving couple, Shouto recently got a rabbit Pet and Eijirou wants his Katsuki to like his boyfriend's Pet. Katsuki does more than like.

56- Way more than a handful by Morpheel [Explicit, Hybrids & Trans!Izuku]

Izuku wasn’t quite sure what to expect in bringing a rescue to his home.

While most owners would pride themselves in adopting a mixed breed of dog, or perhaps a stray cat; Midoriya had completely bypassed the beginners circle and brought home a fiery wolfdog hybrid with a bad temper.

It... has up and downs.

57- Dii Consentes by Souzoshiyou [Explicit, Fem!Izuku, Torture, Gore and Blood & Slight TodoBakuDeku]

The two ran along the secret passage with Izuku running ahead, dragging Katsuki by the hand with giggles. The blonde looked at their joined hands before looking the heiress' back. God, he loves her so much. He'd do practically anything for her, even become her plaything if she wants. He had never met anyone that reflected and complemented him so much. He'll chase after her everywhere even to the pits of hell.

58- Wild Thing (You Make My Heart Sing) by Gezelligheid [Fem!Izuku]

A series of mostly unrelated one shots revolving around genderbent Izuku, mostly involving her relationship with our favorite hothead.

59- Earned It by Morpheel [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Because within the illumination of lantern light stood a brothel’s worth of Omegas, all in various states of disarray, giggling and washing themselves without a care in the world to the army in their path.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Bakugou Katsuki wasn't expecting any interruptions in his conquest of the Capital. Let alone for that interruption to backfire.

60- When the sunset shifts by ser_problematique [Explicit & Werewolves]

Katsuki has a problem; Izuku is there to help him through it. Smutty fantasy au with werewolf porn.

61- ¡NO CULPES AL ALCOHOL! by GABY_NEKO [Fem!Izuku]

"Oh my god, did I steal Kacchan's virginity?!"

62- Maid You Mine by glamour_weeb [Explicit, Omegaverse & Hybrids]

“Welcome to Yuuei, Master!” A squeaky voice greets Katsuki when he pushes through the door of the Omega maid cafe, the little bell on the inside jingling, announcing his arrival. “Oh, hi, Kacchan!”

“Deku,” Katsuki growls back, his own fluffy golden tail flicking behind him irritably.

A hybrid AU where wolf Katsuki begrudgingly puts up with his obnoxiously cheerful coworker, bunny Izuku, until the day Katsuki comes into work and goes into heat.

63- The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know by oyasumi_yue [Fem!Izuku]

‘Intrigued’ is an understatement for the Bakusquad as they notice Bakugo Katsuki, a guy who has a tongue that could rival Satan himself, is refusing to eat spicy food.

64- Do You Know What I'm Seeing? by oyasumi_yue [Fem!Izuku]

Katsuki Bakugo prides himself with a headstrong attitude, his only goal is to be the best Hero, 'distraction' is not part of his majorly curse-composed vocabulary. But then, it all wavered when that purple perverted bastard made a comment about Deku's prominent body features.

Alternative Title: When Did Deku Become So Hot?

65- Little Bad Girl by SchrodingersCat_DoA [Explicit & Fem!Izuku]

Bakugou tossed the All Might sleep pants back on the shelf but held onto the oversized t-shirt. He let it fall open and brought it to eye level to study it. It was two sizes too big for Deku – at least in the terms of length. It was a simple grey t-shirt and soft – it was also a men’s shirt. As he was studying the shirt, the tag caught his eye. Bakugou adjusted his grip and brought the shirt closer to his face. He grabbed the tag and sneered.

On it was written T.S. Of course that Half’n’Half bastard would write his initials in his clothing.

Bakugou’s smirk fell from his face as it finally clicked in his head that Deku had a shirt that belonged to Half’n’Half. His blonde eyebrows pulled into the center of his face until they met and could go no further. The smirk continued to fall until it was twisted into an ugly grimace. The t-shirt in his hands started to singe as his Quirk fired off.

This wouldn’t do. No, this would not do at all.

66- Reflections by Kreativekilljoy

Where hero Bakugou Katsuki keeps having impromptu encounters with officer Midoriya Izuku.

67- Changeling by Souzoshiyou [Fem!Izuku & Attempted Rape]

'He's not an angel, nor a demon. I guess I can call him a ghost... But I prefer to call him a soul in need.'

In one whole month, how did they affect each other? Did Izuku help Katsuki? Did Katsuki help Izuku? We'll never know, but one thing's for sure; they changed each other.

68- Izuku and the Stag by Sarcastic_Metaphor

Katsuki is a god, a patron of war and a conqueror of nations. Trying to court a puny, green-haired mortal shouldn’t be giving him as much trouble as it is.

Meanwhile, Izuku lives in the forest and studies magic. All he wants to do is continue his work, but he finds himself continuously running into a strange, angry boy in the woods.

69- Please Scent Me by fleurown [Omegaverse]

In which Deku needs a quick favor at a party and Katsuki can't deny such a cute face.

70- Mamma Is Here by KurageMonsta [Explicit, Omegaverse, Non-Con & Incest]

Midoriya Izuku really really loves his son.

71-  Thrill of the Hunt by DrProblematic [Explicit & Omegaverse]

It began the way it always did — Izuku running, and Katsuki chasing after him. Despite both knowing where it would inevitably lead, they persisted for the sake of the journey: for the thrill of the hunt, of being hunted.

72- Drabbles and drabbles by kacchansass [Incomplete]

A collection of writing prompts sent to me on my tumblr! Typically gonna be BakuDeku prompts, but other pairings may pop up as well. Not all will be canon compliant either!

73- I'm So Glad I Found My Mate Today by kittiegirl1616 [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Pro-Hero Ground Zero has captured a villain when he senses his mate is nearby.

74- Nesting - The Omega Superstore! by Swifty_Heart [Omegaverse]

Imagine a store that wall to wall full of the softest blankets, pillows, and gourmet food! A superstore where Omegas go for all their nesting needs!

75- His Reflection by CarCarWong545 [Omegaverse]

Forced into a life that doesn't feel like his own, what shall Izuku do when he meets a not too pleasant alpha?

76- Eternity by PeppermintLeo [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Izuku was Kacchan’s partner, in every sense of the word. He ruled right next to Kacchan’s side, an alpha and an omega, leading Kacchan’s tribe against all sorts of odds. As well as his romantic partner, steady and solid by his side but giving when emotions called for it.

Izuku has adapted to the ways of the barbarian tribe with the help of Katsuki Bakugou, the barbarian king. From the beginning, he knew their connection would be special, but he never expected the man to ask him to spend forever, and after, with him.

77- If you can't find the morning light, i'm here tonight by yabakuboi [Omegaverse]

“You’re still you.” Katsuki can’t look at him as he says it. “You’re still Deku, but you’re not useless. You got dealt a shit hand, but you didn’t give up. You’re strong as hell, and you always have been. I didn’t see it as a kid, but I do now.”

Katsuki swallows. There’s a sharp smell to the air, blossoming up from where Izuku sits across from him at the little breakfast table, and it smells like grief, but like relief. And when he meets Izuku’s teary eyes, he feels his heart thud heavily in his chest. Slowly, cautiously, he slides his hands across the table and takes Izuku’s into his own.

Katsuki was never sure what happened to his childhood friend, quirkless Izuku who had presented as an omega and was whisked away to a traditional matchmaking house. Katsuki never saw him again after that, and tried to convince himself it was for the best. Many lonely years pass before he finds Izuku in the last place he ever wanted to, in the middle of a battlefield with a child clutching to his shirt.

78- Katsuki and the Hare by GreyLiliy [Hybrids & In process]

While hiking in the forest, Katsuki finds a wild hybrid caught and injured in a hunting trap. He performs his due diligence to call for help, not expecting to see the hybrid again.

However, on future hiking trips in those same woods, he spots hints of green in his peripheral and before he knows it, Katsuki finds himself with a curious tagalong that becomes a part of his life in a way he could have never predicted.

79- Dogged Love by GreyLiliy [Hybrids]

While helping out his friend Uraraka with her work, Izuku notices the client’s pet locked in a kennel wearing a muzzle. Izuku’s chest ached with the desire to help and before he knew it, he’d gathered the money and bought the dog from the other man, becoming a pet owner for the first time in his life.

Katsuki, however, wonders how he went from having a bad owner to one that needed a master of his own to keep himself out of trouble.

As time goes by, though, Katsuki and Izuku find out they’re both exactly what the other has always needed.

80- A Burrow for You and I by GreyLiliy [Explicit & Hybrids]

Katsuki and Izuku grew up together as neighbors, a human and a hybrid that most would call the best of friends. But after an unexpected step forward in their relationship, Izuku backed away and put distance between them—too much distance.

When Izuku arrives back home after a year of absence, he makes sure Katsuki is the first to see the fruits of his labor.

81- Izuku's Home for Wayward Pets by glamour_weeb [Explicit, Omegaverse, Hybrids & In process]

Izuku works at the Bureau of Companion Protection as a rehabilitator for abused and abandoned Companions, animal-human hybrids. He’s seen his fair share of cruelty cases and even fostered a few Companions, but he’s never had a Companion of his own, until now. After rescuing Katsuki from a life in an illegal, underground Companion fighting ring, Izuku must take in the wolfdog that no one else can handle.

Eventually, Katsuki comes to love his new home, as well as his new Master.

82- Does your mother know? by setitoff

It's hard for anyone to impress katsuki bakugou, much less catch his eyes, really. so when izuku midoriya, their new english professor shows up, katsuki is more than a little interested.

83- My ex-man brought his new boyfriend by setitoff [In process]

izuku's desperate to get a date after being persuaded (forced, more like) to go for a family reunion back in his hometown, in which he will most definitely see his ex, todoroki shouto, with a date of his own.

in a last attempt to find someone, izuku asks for help and ends up getting bakugou katsuki.

84- Payphone by flowercafe [In process]

Izuku’s in trouble — like, SOS trouble. Lucky for him, he’s one phone call away from salvation. Hopefully his trembling fingers dial the right number, because it would really suck if he accidentally called a stranger right now.

Or

The “I was walking home alone in the middle of the night and someone started following me so I ran into this phone booth with a lock on the door to call for help, but my hands were shaking so badly I accidentally dialed the wrong number and I don’t even know who you are but please help me" au — ft. a Quirkless Izuku whose misdial connects him to the personal cell line of pro hero Ground Zero.

85- For whatever we lose by kindaopps [Dubious Consent]

He locks the pelt up in a chest, and keeps the key hanging from his neck.

The boy's face was devastated, but Katsuki found even that quite beautiful.

86- Plucking the Heartstrings by K1NGKYO

Izuku never expected to become attracted to a customer in the cafe, but sure enough, Katsuki 'Boom Boy' Bakugou catches his attention. As he pursues a friendship with Bakugou, Izuku discovers he is secretly a popular horror writer, but what's most surprising is Bakugou's musical prowess.

Music without words can say many things and Izuku discovers how.

87- In A Sky Of A Million Stars (Who Cares If One More Light Goes Out?) by Stringlish [Suicide Attempt, Depression, PTSD & In process]

He could never forgive himself.

It was his fault.

He’d planted the idea like a seed he’d never known would grow.

(Or: What if Izuku jumped?) (OR: The one where Izuku jumps and lives and Katsuki visits him every day and Class 1-A not-so-secretly finds it adorable that their designated angry pomeranian brings flowers to his comatose childhood friend.)

88- Printer Daddy by deanvspanties [Explicit]

Izuku knows the only way to fix a broken printer is to buy a new one, but printer repairman Bakugou is here to exceed all of his expectations.

And there's nothing hotter than a guy who knows his way around a printer.

89-  How to Train Your Shitty Omega by deanvspanties [Explicit]

Izuku will have Bakugou's knot. He's Izuku's alpha after all.

90- The Tale of an Extra by Anzul

In which Katsuki channels true holiday spirit by inviting himself to his former middle school classmate's party and then sitting in a corner glued to his phone. Psh, like his secret-not-so-secret boyfriend is having a better Christmas anyway.

(Someone please save his former classmate.)

91- You Ready For This? by sabasama

“You’re saying you wanna fuck?” “Oh my god, don’t say it like that!” “What? It’s the same thing.” “No, it’s not!” Izuku wailed; he couldn’t be alone on this subscription of thought.

92- warm hands by flowercafe

"Your hands are so soft," he blurts.

Katsuki gives his fingers a threatening squeeze. "What the hell, Deku? Are you sayin' there's a problem with having soft hands, hah?"

Izuku never thought that Bakugou Katsuki, of all people, would willingly give him a hand massage. But here they are, sitting knee to knee, with his fingers lying innocently in those explosive palms.

Or

a 5+1 featuring copious amounts of massaging, a dollop of mutual pining, many ridiculous competitions, Izuku’s achy joints, and one very tactile Katsuki.

93- After Hours by Morpheel [Explicit & Trans!Midoriya]

Who would have thought school locker rooms were a bad place to get it on at?

Midoriya and Bakugou decide to wind down together after training past hours within U.A. Little do they know they weren't the only ones with the idea of staying after class. This could get pretty messy, pretty fast, if Bakugo can't brush off the fact he had Midoriya pinned to the shower stall.

94- Eat Your Damn Dinner by glamour_weeb [Omegaverse]

"Katsuki's been with Deku long enough to know the signs of when his Omega is about to go into heat. Hell, he’s more in tune with Deku’s cycle than the fucking nerd is with his own body. No surprise there, Deku’s always been absolute shit at taking care of himself. That’s why Katsuki's going to take care of him, like always."

Katsuki Bakugou is not whipped. He just likes taking care of his Omega.

95- As Fate Would Have It by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Katsuki Bakugo had plenty of reasons why he wasn't mated yet, not that he was going to explain why to just anyone. But now, Ground Zero was running out of time. If he didn't find someone soon, he'd lose his position as a Pro-Hero and he'd never get to be #1. So, when he finds out there's a male Omega recently arrested for prostitution that's headed to prison if he too doesn't get a mate…well it must be fate.

Izuku Midoriya doesn't know if he should laugh or cry when his childhood bully shows up in front of his jail cell asking him to be his mate. He also didn't know if it was good or bad that Kacchan didn't seem to recognize him, but fate hasn't been kind to him before so why should it start now?

96- since some liar brought the thunder, the land is now deserted by baby345 [Omegaverse]

"17 years ago 5 omegas was each taught the act of espionage, when they graduated they were given careful instructions to follow their mission and regroup when the time came." the old man revealed casually. "omegas were often sought after by outside agencies especially as little kids because they were so much easier to mold and teach. they were perfect for undercover missions simply because they had the talent of being able to flawlessly work a room, nobody ever suspected the little omega in the corner of being a assassin until they were standing over them with a blade in hand."

"two of the omegas who excelled brilliantly in their training were code named flicker and cottontail or as you know them: Izuku Bakugou and Denki Shinso." He revealed.

Katsuki and Hitoshi whole world is flipped upside down when their mates are accused of being sleeper agents and are missing, trusting nobody but each other and the clues left behind they have no choice but to wonder what's the truth and whats a lie.

97- You Wonderful Motherfuckers by BeyondPhantomhive [Explicit]

In which the Bakusquad unwittingly get Bakugou and Midoriya together through a series of pranks.

98- torn fur, blunt teeth by SageMasterofSass [Past Non-Con]

After eight months of being collared, Izuku is finally free. But a dark, stormy city is no place for a lonely shapeshifter on the run.

99- Get on my Level by Mikacrispy

Bakugou Katsuki is a Pro Hero whose boss demands him to take an intern. Midoriya Izuku is a UA student who needs an internship. When the two of them are put together, they learn about what it truly means to be a Hero and what it means to be in love.

100- Just Like The Comics by brichibi

If this were anything like the comics, Izuku Midoriya being quirkless would be the norm while heroes would be treated as a rarity. As it stands, everyone’s got a super power, except for Izuku, of course. No worries, though, because he’s over it (nope) and has moved on to bigger and better things (again, nope) like working at a tiny comic book shop and indulging in stories where being able to lift a bus with your bare hands was deemed impossible until proven otherwise.

Oh, and running into your heroic ex-boyfriend? Also unlikely. But Izuku’s life isn’t like a comic book (maybe?) and Katsuki Bakugou is standing right in front of him: still perfect, still handsome, and still putting his combat booted foot in his mouth.

[Or: AU where Izuku works at a comic book shop because that’s as close to a hero as he’s gonna get, and Katsuki plays the part of heroic ex-boyfriend who is good at everything except winning Izuku back... maybe]

#bnha #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #katsudeku #bkdk #bkdk fic #fic rec #ktdk #dekubaku #dekukatsu #my hero acadamy #boku no hero academia

[summers-even]

Writing Overview - 2019

Last year was a huge year for me - I started my writing blogs @drowning-in-dennor and @hanas-helltalia-house, and with their creation my passion for storytelling has only grown. I’d like to take this time to look back at my old works, from January to December!

January - Solitary Pathos (Unpublished)

  Margaret’s blood runs cold. At the corner of her eye, she sees the nearby guillotine at the church, just a few footsteps away. And a pair of guards, pushing someone out of a wooden cart. 

  A someone with the soulful dark eyes and serene face that Margaret has looked into all too many times. 

  She wants to scream, to jump out of her seat, to push Jennifer out of hers and plead for forgiveness. Valley’s hands are tied back, her head bowed. She does not look at the guards, or the crowd, or the nobles. She does not shake, or cry, or plead. Margaret’s lover is slowly escorted to the deadly platform with quiet acceptance. 

  Something keeps Margaret in her seat and keeps her from snapping. Probably the gaze of Jennifer, spiteful and malevolent, that threatens the same fate if she steps out of line. 

  The princess nods at the black-garbed executioner, who pushes Valley to her knees and places her head right beneath the blade. She is not provided the mercy of a blindfold.

  Margaret is motionless, rooted helplessly in her seat as the executioner pulls on the rope of the blade, drawing it up high. Jennifer almost appears to have a smirk on her face. 

  Valley draws her head up the moment before the blade whistles down, giving Margaret one last, loving smile. 

February - Clear Your Mind (Unpublished)

  9 a.m., a meeting with your boss. 11 a.m., a talk at the local kindergarten. Use your human name, Lukas Norsson. 12 p.m., lunch with Arthur and Aleksander, and make sure to bring those interesting books you found. They’ll get mad if you don’t. 1:30 p.m., complete that stack of paperwork. Don’t forget to send those documents to Germany. 4 p.m., supervise the building of the new school. 6 p.m., a meeting with the Nordic Council, then dinner. 

  Norway runs his schedule through his head one last time while packing his bag for the day. Each notebook, each sheet of paper, each folder drops into the bag neatly, before he scoops up his bag and heads downstairs. He checks his reflection in the mirror once (is your hair neat?), twice (your shirt is wrinkled!), thrice (is your clip polished?), before he deems himself presentable. Putting on his shoes, he slings his bag over his shoulder (but not before checking that he’s brought everything), grabs his coffee and leaves.

  The meeting with his boss goes well enough — he’s lucky that the coffee manages to wake him up after a stressful, sleepless night. He leaves at ten o’clock (is that enough time for me to catch the bus?) and heads for the kindergarten.

March - Saga Ills (Published)

  Mette opens the door of his cell, holding rope in her hands. “It’s time to go.”

  His hands are tied behind his back, and the blonde leads him out into the light. He does not speak.

If they laugh or jeer or they plan your demise,  (Poised above my kin with its gaping maw of steel,)

  The people are shouting. Some are jeering. Some are throwing stones, all of them deftly deflected by the Norjon King. Mette pushes him to his knees and places his head into the guillotine. She apologises. He does not speak.

I shall fight for you, the most loyal of your court,  (And uncaring still, your gaze is cast up high,)

  The blade screeches as Mette draws it up high. His eyes scan over the crowd. They do not show sympathy, except for somebody at the very front.

  Her face is mostly hidden by a hooded cloak, but the shining eyes are familiar. She is crying, but notices when he tries to make eye contact with her. 

  Sula tries to smile, and he smiles back. He still does not speak.

So please smile, for you’re the fairest of them all!  (And in your final moment, you say my favourite line!)

  The blade falls with a deafening whistle, and he shouts the line that once delighted Sula.

  Then the blade cuts into his neck and he sees no more.

April - The Wolf Who Fell In Love With Red Riding Hood (Published)

  He starts to hum. He swings his basket a little, and smiles.

  The smile fades when Tino hears leaves crunching behind him. He turns.

  The boy from last week is leaning against a tree, staring at him with those scary green eyes. To Tino’s horror, he starts walking towards him.

  Holding the basket like a lifeline, Tino takes off again. His legs ache and the cold air hurts his throat, but he runs. His heart thumps wildly, so quickly that he can hear the blood pounding in his ears. Don’t let him catch me, don’t let him catch me, please, where’s the village!?

  The ground flashes before him. 

  Tino drops the basket and throws his arms out. He lands on the ground with a thud, pain rippling through his body.

  “Ow…” Tino rolls over to sit on the ground and pulls his knees up to his chest. At least my knees hit the ground and not my face.

  Footsteps sound, and Tino looks up. His stomach sinks.

  It’s him.

  Tino inches backward, his blood running cold with terror. He follows, steps slow and steady. “P-Please don’t hurt me!” He tries to say, fighting back tears. “I won’t run into you again, I promise!”

  He stops walking, instead crouching down in front of Tino. His eyes, somehow, look slightly less scary. Wordlessly, he points to Tino’s scraped knee. Before Tino can speak, the boy tears off a strip of cloth from his dark cloak and tugs at his leg.

  “Huh?” Tino stretches his leg to lie flat on the ground. “Do you want me to do this?”

  The boy nods. He wraps the strip of cloth around Tino’s knee and over the wound, knotting it. 

  “Oh!” Tino runs his fingers over the makeshift bandage and tugs at the soft cloth. “Oh, um… thank you.” It’s better than the bandages that Mother ties, he thinks. And my knee doesn’t hurt too much any more.

  By the time Tino gets to his feet, the boy is already gone.

May - Celebration (Published - My first story at drowning-in-dennor!)

  The two of them shut the door to Norway’s bedroom and sit, side by side, on his bed. Denmark speaks first, his normally loud voice now soft and gentle. “Happy birthday, Norge.”

  Shyly, Norway inches closer until there is no space between him and Denmark. He rests his head on the taller’s shoulder, eyelids drooping in exhaustion. “It’s been two hundred and two years,” he murmurs.

  “Hmm?”

  “Two hundred and two years, since my Constitution was signed.” His eyes close in contentment when Denmark wraps one arm around his waist. “It feels like such a long time ago.”

  “Time really does fly, doesn’t it?” Denmark laughs. “It seems like ages ago when I called you at midnight.”

  “Oh, that. Well, I’m tired again.”

  “Don’t go to sleep yet. I haven’t given you my present yet.”

  Norway straightens up a little, staring into Denmark’s bright blue eyes. “Oh?”

  Before he realises what’s happening, gentle fingers curl under his chin and lift his face up, and Denmark seals their lips in a kiss.

  “I love you,” he whispers against Norway’s lips.

  “I love you too,” Norway whispers back.

June - Night Sky (Published)

  The park is next, and the two approach it with joined hands and cheery conversation. They sit on a bench with malt crackers from street vendors and talk, conversation straying from silly younger brothers to recipes to an intense debate about just how the Renaissance came to be. Vincente’s argument on the Crusades is cut off when Madeline leans in to kiss him, the gesture sweetened by malt syrup and making his next point fade away before he can say it.

  But all talk of Renaissance and revolution disappears when Vincente’s phone rings, bringing a call from Yao at exactly 12:00a.m., like the clock striking midnight after a ball.

  Except there’s no glass slipper left behind.

  They return to the apartment to find it dead quiet, everyone else probably in their bedrooms. The door swings closed behind them and, exchanging smiles, head for the guest room, where Madeline stays. Her suitcase is still half-unpacked, boxes of cookies and other souvenirs strewn across the floor. Vincente watches as she clears up the mess and digs around for a clean set of clothing, then walks past him for the bathroom. “I’m going to go take a shower.”

  So he goes back to his own room, cringing a bit at Leon’s snoring on the way and closing the door. His curtains are still open, and the dark sky is dotted with lights, bright advertisement-flaunting billboards and sparkling buildings and little stars of apartment windows like his. The sky he showed Madeline over video call, the sky they strolled under just minutes ago, the sky his girlfriend is so amazed at.

  He thanks the sky, the sky that cloaks the city that never sleeps, for bringing out the most beautiful part of Madeline: her eyes, bright and blue reflecting the noon sky and deep and soulful mirroring the night sky. And he thanks his home city, for making Madeline laugh and smile in a way he can’t. He thanks everything that makes Madeline happy: his siblings, the bakeries, the books, the world itself.

July - Rosenhave (Published)

  The guard turns.

  He launches.

  Stellan hitches up the skirt of his gown and dashes across the path, jumping up the gilded iron gates and scaling it before the guard can turn around again. He lands on the soft grass, dusts the soil off his slippers and straightens up, heading deeper into the garden.

  The garden is all red — soft, pale stargazer lilies, crimson azalea like little bunches of red fabric, delicate Danish orchids that remind Stellan of vermillion bells. And, at the very end, a rosebush with beautiful, blood-red blossoms dotting the thorny branches.

  He feels out-of-place in his blue garments and dull accessories, like a pebble among diamonds. He strokes his pendant, his most valuable possession, pensively as he waits.

  Clank, clank, clank.

  Creaking footsteps near the castle entrance. The door creaks open, and out steps an armoured boy. The scabbard attached at his waist knocks against his fauld, and the visor of his helm flaps as he takes it off, revealing messy golden hair, glittering blue eyes and a bright smile.

  Stellan does his best to look annoyed, placing his hands on his hips and glaring at him. “You’re late, Henrik.”

August - Home (In progress)

  The city of Macau never slept, and neither did Vicente.

  His brother told him of how he, as a baby, would stay up for hours, staring out the window at the street lamps and billboards through his crib with wide eyes. Vicente didn’t remember much about Macau except for those lights, shining like stars even when the clock struck midnight. They were such a stark contrast from his brother Yao, who had eyes like pools of ink that always twinkled in the night.

  One night, Yao had scooped him up from his crib and carried him, grunting from his weight, to look out the window and into the night. “Look,” he’d whispered in his accented Cantonese, “look at where we are. It’s huge, isn’t it? When you grow bigger, Mother and Father will take us out there, and we’ll walk and walk until we know this place like the back of our hands.”

  He told him a story another night, under the soft glow of Vicente’s night-light. “Before you were born, Mother, Father and I lived in Beijing,” he’d said, “and it was nothing like Macau. The nighttimes were always dark, and I don’t think anybody walked in the streets after sunset. This is far more beautiful, don’t you think?

  Yao spoke to him like that almost every night, sitting by his crib and talking. He remembered Yao saying once, when he was almost two years old, “Mother made us egg tarts today for dessert. One day, she’ll teach me how and we can eat them together, while walking through the streets. We’ll buy books in that new bookstore that opened up nearby, and then play in the park.”

  He helped Vicente towards the window and pointed at a particularly bright building. “Do you see that? That building is called the Venetian. I heard that the inside looks like a castle, and a river runs through it! We’ll go there as well, and we can ride boats on the river and pretend to be princes.”

  That day never came.

September - Romeo and Mercutio (Published)

  “Love,” Francis muses, “is love a blessing or a curse? It takes, it hurts, it kills, but with it comes new life and changed man. People do insane things in the name of love, whether good or bad. Tell me,” he asks himself, “when the Lord allowed us to love, what type of gift was it?”

  “Love is love.” Basch sets down a plate of flan on the table. “Simple as that. Love is something nice that one person feels for another. No blessings, no curses, no nothing.”

  Dramatically, Francis sighs. “Oh, how you wound me, Zwingli. Seeing love as something so mundane and technical… I’ll bet you’ve never been in love before.”

  “And so what if I haven’t?” Basch retorts, “my parents loved me. It was nice. There was nothing taken, nothing given, nothing changed nor anything hurt. There weren’t any dramatic sacrifices like in those love stories you read too much. That’s all love is to me, and all love is in real life — something nice.”

  Francis bites at a spoonful of flan. “Nice, nice, nice. Is that all you can say about the most beautiful thing in the world? Why not ‘radiant’, ‘elegant’, ‘pretty’, some lovelier words than plain old ‘nice’?”

  Basch rolls his eyes, tired of his antics. “Because I don’t need flowery words to describe love. Love doesn’t hide behind snobby vocabulary. Four letters and that’s all. Easy as pie.”

  Taking another bite of flan, Francis stares out the window. “How I wish love were easy. Alas, unrequited love is as painful as a blade digging into one’s heart, and there is nothing one can do about it.” He sighs. “When you’re pining after the most stunning person you’ve ever laid your eyes on, knowing that nothing can bring them to love you back, that is pain worse than the blow of a sword.”

  “You’re talking about Erika Vogel, aren’t you?” Basch asks, “the Queen.”

  He doesn’t reply, continuing to gaze wistfully out the window. “Untainted by the cruel world, pure and immaculate unlike anything else in this kingdom. Compared to them, I am nothing.”

  “Nothing?” Basch repeats, “you’re the King of the entire Diamond Kingdom. You’ve run the kingdom peacefully for, what, ten years? You could have anyone you want.”

  “If only it were so simple, Zwingli.” Francis closes his eyes. “If only.”

October - Game Of Love (Published)

  Denmark drops to his knees, kissing Norway as he does so. “Oh, don’t lie to yourself. You know why you fuck me like this, why you touch me this way.”

  “Do I really?” Letting Denmark cradle him, Norway arches an eyebrow. “Enlighten me, Denmark. Just why do I touch you like this?”

  “Well, maybe it’s because you feel something. You know, something like a little spark, a flame, a - “

  “Love.” Norway reaches out a trembling hand to caress Denmark’s face. “Maybe it’s that.”

How’s that? You like that, don’t you? Well, Denmark, it looks like I’ll be with you from now on. Is that shocking? I won’t push you away, don’t worry. Why? Well, it’s simple. You’re the only one…

Who I truly love.

…

  Jos puts the script back down, staring at it. “Well, that was… a journey.”

  “Don’t say that, Jos.” Francis grins, flipping through the pages of his copy. “I think Kiku did a lovely job with this, for somebody who’s never written a script before.”

  “A script?” Jos repeats incredulously. “This reads less like a script and more like some erotic fiction written by an overzealous author.”

  Francis kicks his chair. “Well, too bad. I’ve given the script to Jens and Eirik, and they’ll be playing it out two days from now.” He winks. “So I hope that it’ll grow on you by then.”

November - The Summer Side (Published - my proudest work yet!)

  Whatever he tries to say gets stuck in his throat. Stellan finds himself lost in Henrik’s eyes, the shade of the bright summer sky. For the third time since arriving at the fairy realm, he cannot speak.

  “How about you?” Somehow, for Stellan didn’t think it possible, Henrik closes the already-narrow distance between the two of them. Their lips are almost touching — it is practically an invitation for a kiss. “If I were to leave, what would you do?”

  A shudder, thrilling, riveting and perhaps even enchanting, ripples throughout Stellan. He clears his throat, but his voice is still hoarse with emotion when he speaks. “I don’t know,” he replies, “because wherever you go, I’ll follow along.”

  Right after answering, like he is possessed by the spirit of someone lovelier, more romantic and far bolder, Stellan teeters up on his tiptoes and kisses him.

  Henrik’s lips taste even sweeter, even more addicting than fairy fruit. They bring the scorching intensity of the summer sun, the balm of fountain water; they are softer and gentler than feathers. And though Stellan closes his eyes, stars explode before his vision as he sways, pure, untouched adoration igniting in the very depths of his heart.

  Stellan opens his eyes. It seems that all but Henrik has disappeared from his view and there is nothing else he can focus on, except the touch of his lips. 

  The sight of Henrik, after he pulls away, flustered and red-faced and devoid of his usual winning charisma is nearly amusing. Once again out of breath, Stellan tentatively reaches out to cup Henrik’s cheek, like Henrik did to him when they first met. Henrik seems to flush even deeper. “I — “ he stammers, “I, er, well.” He coughs. “Yes. Do — do you mean it? Do you, um, really, y’know, want to stay with me?”

  It feels nice to be the one with charming words this time. “I meant every word.”

  With a little gasp, Henrik grabs Stellan and cradles him to his chest, laughing joyously. Arms once again ‘round his waist, he spins them around and around, laughing still, and Stellan cannot help smiling along. It seems dream-like, fantastical — he has fallen in love with the fairy king, and the king loves him right back. 

December - The Soldier Who Challenged Fate (Published)

  With no intention to be anywhere near fires, nor to listen to the horrid toys and their words, Henrik limped away from his tittering tormentors on his solitary leg.

  Across the large table he went, until he came across a vast castle, a grand thing made of cardboard. It was very pretty, but even prettier were the little ballerina figures inside. They had dresses sewn from scrap cloth, and golden hair made of old thread.  Upon their dresses were lovely ribbon sashes, fastened with the shiniest little spangles. One of them, who stood at the very corner and away from her fellow dancers, didn’t look as charming as the rest. Her elegant face was marred by a stain of ink, right over her eyes. Just wait, though. She’s the most extraordinary of them all.

  One by one, the ballerinas fluttered out of their castle, their dresses bouncing. The ink-stained one stumbled out last. She nearly fell down, and she would have, if not for Henrik’s being in front of her. He held her steady with his arms, and looked at her face. She indeed was very lovely, despite the ink blinding her. Henrik gazed at her lovingly, and noticed the little words stitched at the hem of her gown — they read  “Linnea”.

  Linnea fumbled, reaching out for Henrik’s shoulders. She placed her hands there, and Henrik set his hands around her waist. She lifted her leg up high, so it appeared that she, too, had only one leg. And all night they remained like that, holding each other as the fire crackled, keeping them warm and happy.

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I’d like to thank all of you for supporting me since my writing blogs were created. I’ve improved so much since January, and I know I have a long way to go before my writing is the best it can be. Until then, I’ll keep practicing, and I’ll keep writing for you all! Thank you for a lovely 2019, and let’s hope for an even better 2020!

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The Young Wolf and The Last Dragon

Summary:  Daenerys spent her years growing up in the Water Gardens palace of Dorne, hidden away from Robert Baratheon's wrath and the world. The usurper is dead however, and kings have begun to rise across Westeros to partake in the game of thrones. One lord in particular has been sweeping every enemy in his path in order save his father in Kings Landing, something Doran Martell sees as an opportunity to finally place the Targaryen princess in his care on the Iron Throne. For the first time in her seventeen years of life, Daenerys sails away from her pools and lemon trees in order to marry the Young Wolf in the north and redeem her family's tarnished name.

Pairing: Robb Stark x Daenerys Targaryen (Robberys)

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Chapter 1 - Farewell to Lemon Trees

Daenerys passed the guards and entered the lush garden, steps slow and hesitant until her eyes found the man seated in a wheelchair. “Uncle, you called for me?” She asked as she approached him, placing her hand on top of his. He was her brother-in-law in truth, but he had taken her in since she was nigh a month old and raised her in the safety of the Dornish palace. Your mother named you Daenerys. He told her once when she was a child splashing in the pools of the Water Gardens. After the Targaryen princess this palace was built for. She gave you that name and and lost her life while trying to get you here safely. She loved you dearly.

She was well versed in Westerosi history, both in centuries old and new. It wasn’t easy to sneak out of the palace, so on most days Daenerys kept herself busy with reading. Reading, writing, reading some more, swimming in the pools, learning the harp, and spending many hours in classes with tutors. Valyrian. She had said as a girl nearing her sixth nameday. I want to learn Valyrian ‘cos the book said Targaryens are Valyrians. Then not a month later Doran had Valyrian texts delivered to her room. Indeed she was spoiled, but she also wasn’t naive enough to believe that this warm upbringing came without any expected duties of her. She knew what she was. She knew that she was an extremely valuable chess piece for the Martells in the game of thrones all the houses of Westeros played. They kept her safe and treated her so dearly that she couldn’t find it in her heart to resent them for that truth though. A few years ago she resolved that if the time ever came and they called on her to carry out duties, she would give them that. Who else in these lands would she place her loyalties in if not them?

“Yes, news has travelled from the north.” His voice ever calm and pensive, a calculative mind behind his words. “Lord Eddard Stark has been detained in Kings Landing and the Lannisters are preparing for his execution. His two daughters are trapped in the capital as well. His eldest son has rallied the north and is travelling south to save him.”

Her brows furrowed as she took in the information before she gave a slight shake of her head, “Joffrey Baratheon, you mean. Joffrey Baratheon will execute him.”

A small smile pulled at his lip, “No, sweetling.”

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Eddard Stark… She pondered as she packed some of her belongings for the long trip ahead. He was one of the men that helped overthrow her father. She knew many cruel stories about her father dubbed the Mad King, and though she acknowledged them, she still felt an obligation to defend the Targaryen name rather than denounce it. She was not Aerys or Rhaegar, but they were her blood, her kin. She was the last dragon and she would redeem the Targaryen name for the sake of her mother and even her sweet brother Viserys that were both killed before she could love them. She’d redeem it for any future children of her own, and their children.

She couldn’t take much with her, but she was warned that her airy Dornish dresses would do her no good anywhere else in Westeros anyway. Instead she took a few books of poetry and history along with other things that could help her pass the time. She picked out a few of her thicker dresses that might stand the chillier weather and some of her best leathers for comfort.

A glint of gold caught her eye and she paused, looking over to the vanity to find her jewelled dagger resting inside a sheath that was just as intricate and exquisite. Walking over to the table, Daenerys picked the weapon up and held it in her palms as she contemplated. She did not know much about the Young Wolf but perhaps they could start on good terms if she presented him with a gift… She did not use the dagger anyway as it was more of a piece to display someone’s wealth and tastes rather than combat prowess. She much more preferred a spear or whip for that matter, any way. The dagger was a gift that had been given to her by a distant lord in Essos that supported her claim years ago.

She wrapped the dagger in a cloth and stashed it in the leather chest she had been given for travel. I may never return. She realized, and the mere thought made her heart ache. The Water Gardens and the land around it were all she had ever known, nestled away in the safety of the palace to hide her from Robert Baratheon’s wrath. But now Robert was dead and kings were springing up across Westeros to claim the seven kingdoms for themselves, and she would marry one of them.

A warm breeze filled her room and she glanced out her window, watching as the leaves of her lemon tree rustled and danced with the wind. Would there be any warmth waiting for her in the north at all?

“Robb Stark is young but his conquests have proven successful. I believe he will take Westeros and swallow it whole-- Baratheons and Lannisters alike. Dorne can only avoid the brewing conflict for so long.” He looked from her back to the shimmering courtyard pools. “I want what’s best for the Dornish people and I know you love this kingdom as much as I. I raised you to be knowledgeable, strong, and wise, so you could one day take back your rightful throne and be a good ruler for Dorne and for all.”

She knew it had always been the truth, but it was different to finally hear it spoken. This had been her duty from the beginning. She had known. She had always known, and she was ready. “You raised me well uncle. Thank you for all that you’ve done for me.” The words were spoken softly, a gentle expression overtaking her features. “I will be a good queen, for all the men, women, and children.”

He nodded, a look of resolve in his eyes. “You will have advisers with you, but they and I can only do so much for you once you’re placed in the fray. The Young Wolf appears to have no desire for the Iron Throne. Who will he place on it once he kills the king and retreats back to the north with his father? Let him see you for what you are.”

Her heart thrummed in her ears at the prospect of sitting on the throne herself. She had assumed that she would be wife of the king, not the ruler herself. “But… I am a woman… The other kingdoms do not recognize Dornish succession laws.”

“Who will be left to stand against you once the Young Wolf tears his and your enemies limb from limb?”

Her hands ran through her once silver-gold tresses, now dyed dark as a raven’s feathers. It was merely for the travel north to White Harbor, one of her handmaidens reassured as the green powder she had mixed with water and other liquids became a mud in her hair. Though it worried Daenerys during the process, she quite liked the final result regardless of how bizarre it was to look at her reflection and not recognize herself right away.

“Ashara Dayne come again,” a voice commented and Daenerys let go of her hair as she looked up to meet the eyes of Oberyn who had arrived to the Water Gardens to travel with her. From her understanding he and his men would be dropped off to sneak into Kings Landing while she would stay on the ships that would keep travelling north to White Harbor.

“Uncle,” she grinned, a hop in her step as she went to hug him. “You haven’t visited Water Gardens for weeks. I was growing concerned.”

He placed a hand on top of her head in reassurance, “A lot has happened and far too quickly, but we’re ready now. I have waited many years for this time to come and now the heads of Elia and her children’s murderers will finally be mine. My family’s justice and yours.”

“I wish you good fortune uncle.” Was it wrong that a secret side of her wished him to slaughter every Lannister and Baratheon man in Kings Landing responsible for her family’s murders? Rhaenys and Aegon barely had a chance at life before their brutalized bodies were presented to Robert Baratheon. She did not care much for the Stark lord either, but she was sure that her new husband-to-be would not take kindly to her even thinking such things of his father. She’d be mindful of her words around him, as she always was.

They were near ready to set sail when Daenerys asked one last wish of Doran. She asked to bring her mare with her on her journey to the north. Daenerys could not bear to part with Silver who had been her companion for a better part of ten years and she had been brought to tears when she visited her in the stables to wish her farewell. She did not cry for many things, but leaving Silver behind was something she could not bring herself to do.

She leaned against the wooden railings of the ship, watching with tears stinging at her eyes as they sailed further and further away from the beautiful beaches and palace, the only home she had ever known. Growing up she had always wished to see the world beyond its ornate walls but now that it has come to pass, a fear seeded itself in the pit of her belly. Westeros was not safe for her. Even her future husband the Young Wolf was said to turn into a beast during battle and eat his enemies. How could she know that such a feral man wouldn’t kill the daughter of the Mad King once he laid his eyes on her? Surely Doran wouldn’t send her off to be killed. He wanted her to be queen. For the time being she could only trust in the man that had raised her and show her new allies that she was not defined by the sins of her family.

I am the blood of the dragon. She repeated in her mind again and again to gather her courage. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them all, not tears.

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[xladyxfatex]

Chapter One (FMITN Book 1)

**Time skip 4 years**

Jessica had yet to show signs of having inherited either trait, werewolf or witch. That was till Gilbert and Melissa had received a call from the daycare center demanding they get there right away.  More fearfully then anything that Jess had gotten hurt the parents rushed to the center. The daycare was one that specialized in supernatural creatures and beings, so when they got to Jessie's classroom the fact the 3 teachers were freaking out was shocking. Looking around the room the found Jessica practically glowing, with her eyes shifting between her normal jade to sliver color. The realization soon hit both parents as to why everyone was freaking out, and Melissa had in that very moment begun to regret not bringing one of the boys with her.

Melissa focused her sights solely on her daughter while chanting an incantation, soon after Jess fell to the floor asleep, the glow leaving her body. Gilbert and Melissa shared a look. Picking up his daughter's sleeping form, Melissa apologized for the inconvenience, and they left the center. The drive back home was spent in whispered conversation between the two adults.

"Look we knew this was a huge possibility I mean come on Gilbert, you are a full blooded werewolf and I a full blooded witch. At least she didn't transform in the classroom." Melissa was trying to reason but Gilbert was still on edge.

"I know we knew it was possible but geez come on! In our kinds entire history there's only been what…..2 other hybrid werewolf  witches? And those two lived thousands of years ago." He hung his head in his hands. It wasn't that he was upset about this, he was scared. His babygirl, his princess, his daughter was one of the most rare hybrids known in their world. He feared for her safety, and how was he supposed to explain this to his sons? 

"Gilbert it'll be okay." Melissa grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. "We will tell Matt and Jeff together. Their transformation is in a few days isn't? I bet that's part of what set Jessica off her wolf clawing at the surface. In reality we're both to blame we never sat her down to talk to her about her wolf or possible powers." Melissa sighed. This was not something any four year old could fully understand, but they were going to do their best.

"We should stop at the elementary school and grab the boys. I want them there for this." Gilbert said.

"That's actually a really good idea the boys have always been able to get Jessica to calm down so easily." Melissa still couldn't put her finger on why that was but she wasn't going to complain either. Pulling up to the school Gilbert got out and got the boys. He warned them to be quiet because Jess was asleep in the back. The boys nodded each one getting on either side of Jess.

"Dad? What happened to Jessie? Something doesn't smell right. She's hurt." Jeff said causing the two adults to stare at each other.

"What do you mean Jeffery?" Melissa asked, it was true though neither parent bothered to find what lead to what happened. 

"Her ribs, and upper arm, they're hurt. Did she get hurt at school, is that why you picked us up early?" Matt chimed in. Gently he and Jeff stroked Jessica's long hair and back.

"We'll talk about it at home okay boys?" It was all Gilbert could think to say.

Once arriving at home the boys carefully got out of the car and headed to the house. Gilbert followed behind while Melissa took Jessica to the backyard where her supplies where. Gathering supplies and bringing Jessica into the her room, Melissa carefully stripped her daughter's shirt off. And sure the hell enough her upper arms and ribs were bruised. She'd have to wait till the sleeping spell wore off to get answers oh but she would.

Several hours pass, and dinner is ready by the time Jessica awakens. Not knowing how she got home the young four year old gets up, puts on a clean shirt and walks downstairs. The smell of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans fills the air, and Jess cannot wait to eat. Slipping into the kitchen she's met by her older brothers who both have questioning looks on their faces.  Unbeknownst to Jessica, her parents had told the boys what had happened at the daycare center, well at least what they walked in on and how they handled it. Jeff steps forward grabbing his sister's tiny hand and forcing her to look into his eyes. Jessica whimpers at this as he allows his wolf to the surface. Growling he demands answers.

"Jessica! What happened at school today?" The young hybrid has never seen her brother this upset, she thinks for a moment to tell a lie, but Jeff always knew when Jess lied. "Jessica I want the truth now!" Flinching she pulls her tiny hands away, hanging her low she speaks barely above a whisper.

In the background Gilbert, Melissa and Matt all watch and listen. The parents were not fond of this idea, but they knew Matt was right when he suggested it. Weather it was the fact the two were close in age or the fact that Jeff was showing alpha tendencies at a young age no one in the house knew, but Jess always obeyed him. The three waited with bated breath for the youngest to answer.

Jeff's green eyes flashed gold as his wolf came more to.the surface another growl leaving his chest. "I know you were hurt, mama healed you up. I know you glowed today and your eyes flashed silver. Now answer my question! WHAT. HAPPENED. TODAY?"

Sucking in a breathe Jessica bared her neck in reflex to the alpha commanding her. Something every omega instinctively does. Though to Jessica right she had no idea why she was doing this, the four year old trembled as she finally spoke.

"Andy, Kyle, and Max…..they were saying bad things about you and our family. This wasn't the first time and the teachers weren't making them stop." Jess looked down feeling useless, her whole family was powerful but she wasn't, or so she thought. "When I didn't fight back with my words, they began hitting me, punching and kicking me. That's when everything happened. My skin glowed and things in the classroom floated. I was scared I didn't know what was happening. Then I growled and I could hear a voice in my head telling me to 'protect my family' as it grew louder my body shook and my eyes changed, then I fell asleep." Jessica began to sob, she just wanted to protect her family. Jeff brought her close and held her tight, followed by Matt. Each trying to soothe the crying girl.

When her sons stopped, Gilbert and Melissa told the boys to go sit and eat, both parents hugged their daughter tight before sending her to eat as well.

"I want to keep her home tomorrow, we only have 3 nights til you all shift, and most likely she will as well. I want to help her to understand better both sides of herself. The witch and the wolf. She deserves that. So from now till after the shift, she'll stay home with me." Melissa gazed into her husband's eyes, she knew Jess needed to be in classes but if the teachers allowed that to happen to her today who knew what else could happen. Soon after the pair settled at the dinner table to commence family dinner. 

After dinner each child helped with clean up, then each bathed and got ready for bed. Melissa explained that Jessica would be staying home for awhile. She told the boys what Jessica was and how it was extremely important to never tell another soul what she fully was unless they completely trusted the person, in fact they shouldn't say anything about it without their dad or her there. Jeff didn't really understand why it was such a big secret, but Matt did, in his classes they were being taught hybrids currently and what his sister was would to record only make her third of her kind in the last few thousand years. Jeff wouldn't start learning about that till the following school year though.

Kissing the boys good night, Melissa walked downstairs and into the living room. She wanted to get as much information as she could from her husband about wolves, the abilities, and their transformations. She had general knowledge about these things but since she was going to be explaining it to a child she wanted as much information as she could gather. Couple hours passes when Melissa stands to go to what so referred to as her 'work shop'. She wanted to check her books see if maybe there was a spell to help with the pain of the transformation. To her luck there was a spell for for pain in large doses, she gathered needed items to prepare her spell. 

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The next morning, Jessica woke up, brushed her hair and teeth, and got dressed. She went downstairs for breakfast and smiled brightly at her family. "Good morning everyone!" Jessica began to eat her oatmeal and fresh fruit.  The boys got up and kissed their sister on the forehead, a typical goodbye and left for their school. Jessica finished her breakfast put her dishes in the sink and then went to find her mama so they could leave too. When her mother wasn't in the living room, garden or bathroom, Jess got worried. Her mother was always around. Jessica then remembered her mother's work shop, it was a place she herself didn't go often but maybe mama was there.

Getting to the workshop Jessica let out  breath, opening the door she found her mama, but she wasn't awake. Jessica shook her mother praying she'd wake up, when she finally did she coughed up blood. Jessica took a deep breath her mother always smelled of Lavender and vanilla, but today there was also an oddly sweet smell. Jessica didn't recognize the smell and that scared her.

"Mama, are you okay? You were sleeping on your workshop floor and smell different, there's a sweeter smell." Jessica didn't often tell people what they smelled like unlike her two brothers, but when she did those around her definitely listened. Melissa hung her head before speaking. 

"Yes little one, I'm okay, must have just fallen asleep down here working on  spell for you. Don't you worry I'll be okay." Melissa's voice faltered towards the end but Jessica smiled brightly and held on her mama.

"Okay mama! Let's hurry I have to get to school." Jessica jumped up off the floor and held a tiny hand down to her mother, she offered it as a means of helping her mama off the floor and at that Melissa smiled. Once off the floor Melissa told Jessica how today and the next several days she wouldn't be going to daycare. She was going to learn about what she was 

After leaving the workshop Melissa asked Jessica to stay in the living room for a bit she told her daughter she was going to shower and change her clothes. Jessica nodded and obeyed at least for the first 10 minutes or so, getting bored with nothing to do Jess went to her room to grab a toy when she overheard her mama on the phone.

"No I need an appointment as soon as possible. No something is very wrong, I passed out in my workshop only to be woken by my youngest and coughed up blood. Please I need to see the healer!" Melissa was trying to keep quiet but was frantic, she couldn't mention her daughter saying she had a sweet smell, Jessica being a rare hybrid it would endanger her especially since she'd had no training yet. "Tonight at 8pm? Yes yes I can be there thank you." 

Jessica walked quietly and quickly away from her parents' room. She wasn't sure what she just heard but she knew it wasn't good. Sitting back on the couch she awaited her mother. Another 10 minutes had passed when finally she came with a notebook and a few other things. Melissa sat down and began.

"Jessica, you know that your papa and your brothers are-"

"Werewolves! I know mama, and you mama are a full blooded witch." Once again Jess smiled brightly. 

"That's right hunny, but do you know what that makes you?" Melissa looked at her daughter's face to see it all scrunched up in confusion. Jesse simply shook her head 'no' and awaited her mother to continue. "Well my darling daughter, after yesterday it would appear your a hybrid of both. Half witch half werewolf." 

"Mama, are there others like me?" Confusion laced the small child's voice. Up till this point she had meet witches, a vampire, a few fairies, and of course werewolves. But none of them were hybrids they were all pure bloods, well maybe not the vampire she had mentioned something about once being only human.  Melissa sighed and shook her head.

"No baby to our knowledge your the first of your kind in a very very long time. But it's very important that you not tell a soul your hybrid Jessica, its very dangerous. Only tell those whom you absolutely trust, or your alpha when and IF you join a pack." 

"But mama don't daddy and my brothers know, am I in trouble because they do?" The young girl began to tremble and thank the Gods for the protection spells around the house that prevent her scent from escaping. There were too many alphas and betas here that would have come running. Melissa had a charm she would enchant one that would prevent she scent from spilling forth when upset or in danger. She'd have to teach Jesse the spell since it only lasts a few months at a time.

"No sweet child…" Melissa held Jessica tight and stroked her hair "...your papa and brothers are the kind of people you should tell, and since they already know everything is okay."

Once calmed down, Melissa opened the notebook with all the notes she had taken from Gilbert. She explained how Jessica's inner wolf would make itself known in her head, such as it did the other day at daycare. It would speak to her telling her different things, and maybe even one day tell her when she's found her mate. The idea made Melissa giggle true mates were no longer something most supernatural creatures and begins believed in. But just then a single thought hit Melissa 'hybrid my daughter is a rare hybrid, maybe just maybe there is a true mate for her in this world.'  

Melissa continued to explain about how even in human form, Jessica would have heightened senses of hearing, smelling, and even taste. She explained about reflexes becoming quicker to which Jessica asked about taking classes like dance and gymnastics. agreed but wanted to asked Gilbert first before signing her up. Next came the part she was scared to tell Jessica. 

"Little one? You know how once a month we go with your daddy and brothers deep in the woods and they turn into their wolves?" Melissa swallowed passed the lump that her formed in her throat.

"Yes mama I know.  Papa is a beautiful wolf with salt and pepper colored fur, Matty has beautiful black fur, and Jeffy has pretty blonde fur." Jessica smiled she loved seeing their wolf forms.

"Well hunny, your going to turn into a wolf yourself most likely this Friday night with the boys and your papa. But you see little one ...its-"

"It is going to hurt, badly. I know mama I was only 2 when Jeffy first turned, but I remember how much he cried in pain. I know it'll hurt but I'll be okay." Jessica looked up in her mother's eye and smiled. "Besides my wolf says it only hurts badly the first time, and that if I drink enough water, everything should be okay. She says she can't wait to be seen by the rest of the family and that once I'm done turning it won't hurt anymore." Melissa just smiled, her wolf told her the hardest part and reassured her it would be okay. 

"Well then little one, let us go to the workshop. Now that you know about your wolf side I say it's time I teach you some magic. Would you like that?" The smile on Melissa's face could rival the suns, she was beyond excited to teach her daughter. Jessica jumped to her feet and hugged her mother. 

"Really mama? You'll teach me magic?" Jessica's skin was already glowing, Melissa made a mental note that they'd have to work on control before any real spell work could begin.

"What kind of magic would you want to learn?" Jessica thought for no more then a moment. 

"Healing! Matty and Jeffy are always getting hurt trying to wrestle, I want to help heal them and anyone else who might need it " The truth was because of her brothers she wanted to heal, hell even her wolf wanted her to, but her wolf kept calling out that mama was sick and it was more important to learn as much healing magic as possible to maybe even help mama.

Melissa knew it was likely that Jesse's inner wolf was telling her she was sick, it was possibly for that reason that Melissa wanted nothing more than to teach her healing magic and tonics and potions. With a simple smile and outstretched hand Melissa brought Jessica to the workshop. They spent the first few hours going over basics, what tool was called what and how to use them, then moved on to simple gem stones best for healing charms, along with runes, then plants which brought them outside to the garden. As Melissa explained everything she also made sure to write notes so Jessica could study them, along with spells, incantations, tonics, and potions. All of which varied in degree of difficulty and what they would help with. She wrote down (though prayed they never be used) several incantations for resetting and healing bones, muscles, and tendons. As well as tonics and potions for sore muscles, bruises, fevers, and the like. In short she put together a healing book for just about every and anything and all the steps, ingredients, and what not needed. She included pictures of hand motions for those incantations that needed them as well.

#find me in the night #jeff hardy #matt hardy #supernatural au #werewolves #witches #magic #original character

[kimabutch]

Critical Role fan playlist masterpost

Based on an anon request, here are the songs that people have sent in for Critical Role characters (and groupings/pairings.) Apologies if it’s a little confusing — I figured that if you were looking to see who a certain song’s about, you could CTRL+F to find the song. 

I’ve put almost all the songs — all the songs that I could find! — in the Spotify playlist. I will update the playlist and this masterpost as I answer asks, although I can’t promise I’ll answer the asks in the most timely manner!

CAMPAIGN 1

Vax

Immortals - Fall Out Boy I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous - Frank Turner Bargain Store - Dolly Parton Two - Sleeping at Last  Dinu Lippatis Bones - Mountain Goats Fortune 500 - Everything Everything The Parting Glass - The High Kings

Percy

Spirits - Strumbellas Dust Bowl Dance - Mumford & Sons Bad Bad Things - AJJ There’s Something Dark - Dustin Kensrue In Fantasia - Kishi Bashi

Keyleth

Overgrown - Machineheart

Scanlan

You’re Gonna Go Far Kid - Offspring

Vox Machina

Noah - Amber Run Windmills - Toad the Wet Sprocket In the Embers - Sleeping at Last Which to Bury: Us or the Hatchet - Relient K

Percy & Vex

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron Shrike - Hozier Surrender - Stephanie Mabey

Vex & Keyleth

I Do Adore - Mindy Gledhill

Vax & Keyleth

Photographs & Memories - Jim Croce NFWMB - Hozier Save the Last Dance for Me

Keyleth, Vax, Gilmore

Love Love Love - Of Monsters & Men In the Middle - Dodie

Percy & Cassandra

Malinda Kathleen Reese - Surrender 

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Caleb

Glitter and Gold - Barnes Courtney Arsonist’s Lullaby - Hozier This Night - Black Lab OK - 8 Graves Welcome to the Family - Watsky Burn It Down - Daughter Bad Luck Charm - Jeff Williams Evil - Interpol Outer Scorpion Squadron - Mountain Goats Overgrown - Machineheart All These Things I’ve Done - The Killers אם אין אני לי מי לי - Yonatan Razel  Sunny Came Home - Shawn Colvin Gallows - Shelby Merry You’re Gonna Go Far Kid - Offspring Bury a Friend - Billie Eilish Running Up That Hill - Placebo Play With Fire - Sam Tinnez Icarus - Jason Webly The Village - Tuung Losing Control - Nell Beekper - Keaton Henson Home Alone - Ansel Elgort An Act of Kindness - Bastille Micro Cuts - Muse Library Magic - The Head and the Heart Believe - Hollywood Undead Bullets - Tunng I Have Made Mistakes - Oh Hellos

Molly

Dead Man's Party - Oingo Boingo Last Ride of the Day - Nightwish  Moondance - Nightwish  The Only Thing - Sufjan Stevens JOYFUL - X Ambassadors Youth - Daughter Remain Nameless - Florence + the Machine Blood on My Name - The Brothers Bright Hopeless Opus - Imagine Dragons Dying in LA - Panic! At the Disco Black Dirt - Sea Wolf Dog Days are Over - Florence + the Machine Rather Never Know - Bronze Radio Return Amy aka Spent Gladiator 1 - Mountain Goats Help I’m Alive - Metric Still Feel - Half Alive Old You - Madison Cunningham

Yasha

Last of the Wilds - Nightwish Thousand Eyes - Of Monsters and Men Stormbringer - Deep Purple Chasing Twisters - Delta Rae Misguided Ghosts - Paramore Breath of Life - Florence + the Machine You Won’t Feel a Thing - The Script Carry You - Ruelle Saint Claude - Christine & the Queens Good Grief - Dessa

Fjord

In All My Dreams I Drown - Devil’s Carnival Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Avantika Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons Ship in a Bottle - Steffan Argus Notos - Oh Hellos Pacific Blues - Sleeping at Last

Jester 

Song of the Traveling Daughter - Abigail Washburn Don’t Leave Me - Regina Spektor Breaking Down - Florence + the Machine Something Wild - Andrew McMahon Boy Crazy - Dessa Velodrome - Dessa Lollipop - Jester Brand New Key - Melanie Shallow - Carys Selvey

Beau

Wild Things - Alessia Cara Somebody to You - BANNERS Firedrills - Dessa Say When - Dessa You Won’t Feel a Thing - The Script Overgrown - Machineheart 5 out of 6 - Dessa All These Things I’ve Done - The Killers Handmade Heaven - Marina & the Diamonds Sky Full of Song - Florence + the Machine Breaking the Habit - Linkin Park Nobody - Mitsiki She - Green Day Get Up - The Blow Come With Me Now - Kongos The Biggest Disappointment - Missy Higgins Dutch - Dessa Fighting Fish - Dessa Solemn Oath - Band of Horses Fille de Personne II - Hubert Lenoir

Caduceus

In a Week - Hozier Sound the Bells - Dessa Follow the Sun - Xavier Rudd

Nott

Reflection - Mulan Drown - Seafret Bottom of the River - Delta Rae Absolutely Smitten - Dodie Watertight - Zero She Flies Brave as a Noun - AJJ

Frumpkin

Plea from a Cat Named Virtue - Weakerthans

Mighty Nein

Home We’ll Go - Walk Off the Earth Shameful Company - Rainbow Kitten Windmills - Toad the Wet Sprocket Re: Scripts - Bon Iver Degenerates - I the Mighty Friends - Miracle of Sound Family - Mother Mother Abandon Ship - Steffan Argus Lost - Amanda Palmer Turn the Lights Off - Tally Halls Little Wonders - Rob Thomas Which to Bury: Us or the Hatchet - Relient K

Beau & Yasha

This Empty Northern Hemisphere - Gregory Alan Isakov Paper Bag Princess - Hello Kelly

Beau & Jester

Spell - NIKI Send Me the Moon - Sara Bareilles Paper Bag Princess - Hello Kelly

Caleb & Beau

Quite Nice People - Katla LA is Burning - Bad Religion

Marion & Jester

Altas: Daughter - Sleeping at Last Seal Lullaby - Erik Whitaker

Caleb, Nott, & Beau

It’s Alright - Mother Mother

Beau & Molly

We Were Here - Lights

Nott & Yeza

Like the Dawn - Oh Hellos Fresh Eyes - Andy Grammar

Nott, Beau, Jester, & Yasha

Honey - Kehlani

Fjord & Jester

Whiskey and Wine - Tow’rs Waterloo - ABBA

Caduceus & Jester

Laughing With - Regina Spektor

Caleb & Nott

Friend Without a Name - The Nursery No Children - Mountain Goats Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Fjord & Caleb

If I Had a Heart - Fever Ray

#critical role

[holylulusworld]

The wolf and the princess Masterlist

Summary: A princess and a wolf meet under difficult circumstances. Can they give each other shelter in a cold world?

A/N: prompt/idea by @gypsyjucar: Ulf Johnsen (Dean Winchester) is the leader of his land with the help of his brother. On a trip to Dean gets captured by the king’s guards, the princess, was just walking along the castle when she hears her father and guards talking about a barbarian in the cells and this is where their journey begins…

Pairing: Viking!Dean /Ulf or Wolf) x Princess!Reader, Viking!Sam

Warnings: angst, language, age gap, virgin reader, blood, violence, comforting, violence, fighting, “kidnapping”, mentions of arranged marriage, longing, mutual pining, protective Dean, slow burn, eventuel smut in future chapters

Here’s the link to the idea gypsyjucar was kind enough to give to my hands: Prompt

Part 1 - A pair of green eyes

Part 2 - Kindness of a princess

Part 3 - Barbarian with a soft heart

Part 4 - Rather the barbarian you know

Part 5 - May I kidnap you?

Part 6 - On the run

Part 7 - United again

Part 8 - My Freya *

Part 9 - Into the wild

Part 10 - No one will get my goddess *

Part 11 - The new queen *

Part 12 - A whole new world *

Part 13 - Her wild wolf *

Epilogue - Our little wolf (FIN)

* contains smut

#spn #spn fanfiction #spn meets vikings #spn au fanfic #viking!dean #viking!dean x princess!reader #virgin reader #angst #The wolf and the princess Masterlist #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester SPN #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #AU Fanfic #au dean winchester #au dean x reader #au dean #au dean winchester x reader #au dean x you #dean winchester series #Smut

[xxxsunnybabes]

Gold Pt. 2

You were trapped. His onyx eyes seeped into yours like water seeped into cracks. He was a snake or a mind reader. You didn't really know. He knew you but you didn't know him. You didn't know any of them. But you felt safe.

Rating: T/M

Warnings: slight B x B (oral (m receiving), mentions of torture, my weird sandwich cravings, slight pinning, Hoseok being a possessive, manipulative little shit, Y/N moan!ng like crazy because, food. Do I really need to explain food?, Jet lag being too real

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long! And I couldn't even write a long chapter for you guys. 😔

@kelly96q @the-spanishinquisition @dreamingmavis @superheros-and-others @xsmilebitesx @mariacorbi @leftflowerprunedonut @givemeletea @bangtanlove16

Pt. 0 | Pt. 1

The morning light was painful as you woke. The midnight blue sheets on you were too heavy and not warm enough. You used your forearm to sit upright and looked around the room in search of something. Or was it someone? There were things you were forgetting. Like, how did you get here? What happened last night? Why don't you remember anything besides getting in a taxi?

You breathed in slowly, hoping to stop your imagination before it started. You decided to retrace your steps with your memories. There was only a slight itch in your throat so it couldn't have been more than two days. You pulled the ivory colored sheets off you and slid to the foot of the bed. You dipped a toe down, like testing a pool's temperature, praying that the tile wasn't too cold. "I don't have shoes on and my clothes are gone," You noted as you played with the midnight blue slip you were wearing. The tile was actually warm so you put both of your bare feet on it. Once you were standing a knock sliced through the room.

Your head snapped to the door it had originated from. You pulled at the two door handles that were closest to you to try and find a way to escape. The french door led to a garden that was more twigs and weeds than flowers but maybe that would be safer than whoever was behind that door. You gave the handles one final yank even though it was clear that they were locked.There were no windows and only two other doors; the one the mystery person knocked on was in front of you and the other was to your left. What if the door to the left held something worse? It was completely 50/50 so you went with your gut

Each step you took to your chosen door made you feel more and more like a pig going for slaughter.

The person didn't waste a second and slid into the room like a snake going in for the kill. But when his light brown eyes with dark specks that looked like red met yours, you felt a calm sense of deja Vu. You took a second to take him in. You couldn't quite tell if the thick black lines shaped like scales around hs eyes were eyeliner or bags, maybe both. He was built like a rock and there was something almost supernatural about him. You watched the muscles in his arm twitch as he closed the door behind him.

"You're prettier then they said," he muttered as he looked at you and then gave you a breathtaking smirk, "I'll let you check me out." He sounds so- friendly? But his gaze was searing. You gave him a small smile, "Sounds like you're the one checking me out." He held his hands up in defeat, "Caught red-handed." You should be scared, you know you should be. But something about his playful attitude puts you at ease. He ran a hand through his velvety chocolate hair, "Aren't you hungry? I bet you have questions too," You nodded and he sat on the edge of the bed, "Shoot."

"One, where am I? Two, what happened last night? Three, who are you? And most importantly," You played with the silk slip again (you're pretty sure cost more than your college tuition), "Who dressed me, and where can I change?"

"Some of those questions are not mine to answer. I can tell you this though: I, pretty lady, am Park Jimin and I'm the one dressed you." He walked to the door and opened it before pointing to something in the back corner, "You see that bureau? There are clothes there. I'll wait outside and then we'll head to the kitchen."

You're disturbed that a stranger changed you but- "It's so pretty." You noticed there were little silver sparkles on the dress, making it look like stars at night. "You'll have to thank Taehyung then." You gave him a questioning look but he stopped you, "You'll see, princess."

He then walked out so you could change. It was pointless though, seeing as he had clothed you. You walked to the bureau and froze, it was identical to the one you had back home. You pulled at the top right drawer and sure enough, it had underthings, just like back home. You pulled at the most comfortable looking ones and laid them on the bed. You then grabbed a pair of navy blue jeans (middle drawer) and a tan sweatshirt (bottom right drawer).

You carefully lay the slip on the bed and walked out of the door Jimin had also gone out of. He was standing to your left in a 'cool guy pose' like you see in cheesy romcom movies. Before you could say anything, he took your hand and led you to a room adjacent to yours. You tugged quickly on his hand, causing him to stumble back a little, "Wait, I forgot to ask you something. What about my grandmother?" He turned slowly to you and you swear his eyes flashed a deep violet and then you forgot what you just said, no memory of why you came to Korean in the first place left.

He pushed against the dark granite door and it creaked open eerily. The room was a dark red and it reminded you of crusted blood. There were Royal Blue couches lining the corners of the room and glass table of the same color in the center of it all. There were probably about twenty people on the couches and almost all surrounded one person, a man with sea green hair. There a male around twenty that was so pretty you almost mistook him for a girl that was slowly sucking off the green haired man. Jimin clapped twice, singlaning some to leave. The pretty boy gave him one last bob of his head before the turquoise haired boy slipped his hands through the pretty boy’s silky black locks and released deep into his throat. The raven haired raised from his knees and smiled at the slightly red and angry cock standing proudly beneath him. The sea boy licked his lips while pushing some of the release that had leaked from the boy’s lips and allowing him to suck on his thumb a little. The sight was incredibly hot but some part of you was jealous at the attention the black haired, grey eyed pretty boy was getting.

Everyone filtered out except six people that were still sitting on the couches, one in particular that you recognized. “You!” you yelled as you grabbed his collar, “Explain to me how and why i’m here, right now. And don’t tell me you don’t recognize me, Jung Hoseok!” He growled slightly and the bridge of his nose wrinkled slightly like a wolf’s; but instead of scaring you and causing you to let go of his shirt like he planned, you held his shirt tighter. “What happened last night? Where in hell’s lair am I?” But instead of answering your questions he flipped you onto the couch, held you there, and then addressed the others with a power hungry smile, “Introductions first?” They all nodded and sat even closer to you. You had noticed from the second you yelled at hoseok that some of the six had moved closer, like they were drawn to you.

What looked to be the youngest stood in the center of the room and yelled nervously like he was auditioning for the first time, “Hi! I’m Jungkook. It’s- um- nice to meet you, Y/N!” He smiled nervously before half hopping to sit next to Jimin, who nudged the blue haired boy to speak next. You blushed profusely when he leaned over and made direct, inescapable eye contact with you, “The name’s Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. Welcome to the house of weirdos, I hope you survive.” He then gave you a boyish smile that did not go at all with the noises that he had been making just ten minutes ago. You looked over at the right side of the couch, which still had three people you had yet to meet. Before they could introduce themselves, your stomach growled absurdly loudly. You looked pleadingly at Jimin with a slight pout in your lips he gave you a slow smile that caused his eyes to scrunch before talking to one of the guys from the right couch, “Are you going to show her the kitchen, Jin-Hyung or will I?”

Said male took your hand from Hoseok, who you hadn’t realized was holding it. Before leading you out the door you had entered from and turning to the left. After about a minute of walking in what was, surprisingly, not awkward silence, he pivoted on his heal and smirked as he took you into a steel door, “So you’re Y/N?” You smiled slightly at him, “The one and only.” Ew, why did your voice sound like a prepubescent boy? “Are you going to answer my questions or are you going to fatten me up so you can eat me?” you joked. You had expected his eyes to darken like the others had before but, his didn’t. You didn’t realize it until you were in a room alone with him, but he felt the most normal. The room you had been in previously had felt stuffy with supernatural and restless energy.

He pulled out a skillet and started the burner, “What would you like? I can make almost anything.” You thought for a second but nothing came to mind so you said, “Surprise me.” The happy flicker in his eyes seemed to say ‘ I hoped you’d say that.’ You mapped out the room as he got everything out and in order for what he was making. There were white marble tiles covering the floor and halfway up the wall and the rest of the wall and ceiling were painted except the wall that had the oven, dishwasher, refrigerator,and cabinet space, which was painted a plain black. About 3 feet to the right of the door was a island that had a built in hibachi table and could also double as a dining table. The stools were black with silver accents and wrapped around the island. Seokjin had laid out cauliflower, persuto, olive bread, and provolone.

He began frying the persuto and olive bread in a cast iron pan and while they fried he cut up the cauliflower. He turned the presuto and olive bread over with tongs so they would get toasted evenly before placing the bread on a plate, placing provolone, persuto, and the cauliflower on one slice, and then cutting the sandwich in half and sliding it to your seat. You licked hungrily, “Thank you, Jin,” and then dug in happily, groaning from the first bite. You continued to eat and pulled some of the grilled cheese off the sandwich and swallowed it, moaning eagerly. One of the two boys you still had to be introduced to walked in during your moan fest.

This one has bleach blonde hair and was probably the tallest out of all of them, "Wow, hyung. You only made her a sandwich? We both know you can do better than that." You raised your hand childishly before Seokjin could respond, "This, is the tastiest sandwich I have ever had. I need to know where you get this stuff and if it can be shipped to my home."

"Home?" The blonde's eyes had turned a milky white, "This is your home now." Seokjin grabbed the male's shoulder, "Namjoon, you're scaring her." You hadn't realized it, but you had moved to the furthest seat from Namjoon. His eyes bordered on transparent and you could see all the blood vessels in them. He seemed to grow taller and from your angle you couldn't see that his feet had actually came off the ground and he was hovering. Just then, the last person you had to meet pushed open the door and pressed what looked like a cross to Namjoon's chest.

Namjoon returned to his normal height and black-grey eye color. He rubbed his breast where the older male had pressed the cross, "Thanks, Yoongi-hyung." It was all too much, the eye colors constantly changing, the suffocating energy, the halls that were all the same black stone… everything was too much to take in at once. So your body did what it always did when you were overwhelmed, it gave out and you fell onto the cool white tile.

///Hoseok's POV///

As soon as you left with Jin we all sighed. Your presence was so strong and even though it might take a while to get use to, we were already craving more of it. Your energy enhanced ours and the new power pushed at our most powerful body parts. I felt it most in my legs and I couldn't stop stretching them. I looked around and noticed Taehyung scratching his shoulder blades, Jungkook chewing uncomfortably at his gums, Jimin's eyes were watering and his nails had grown significantly, and Namjoon was slightly hovering. Of course, Yoongi wasn't affected.

Namjoon was the first to give in, "I'm fallowing them." I grabbed his wrist and pulled him close enough to my face that he couldn't look away, "Don't lose control. She doesn't know the affect she has on us." He nodded tightly and speed walked to the kitchen. I sighed and leaned back into the couches. I could hear Jimin shuffling from the other side of the room and could smell the fear radiating off him. "What is it, Jimin?"

"I know I got to know her the least out of all of us, but I remember her being extremely clever and sharp, especially when it came to us." I turned to him, "And your point is?" He played with his fingers a little, "Even if we don't tell her, she'll figure it out." I growled slightly, I knew he was right. "Then how do you suggest we tell her, Jimin?"

"I, um-" we all felt it at the same time but Yoongi was the first to react. He was off the couch in seconds and speeding down to the kitchen. I was next and the rest followed me. By the time we reached the kitchen, Yoongi had calmed down Namjoon and Y/N had fainted.

I picked you of the floor and held you close, I had missed holding you so much. I kissed your forehead and turned to Namjoon, "I'm going to lay her in my room and then I'm going to deal with you."

He looked terrified and I knew it was more out of worry for you then worry for himself. I took you to my room, which was connected to yours, and laid you down in my fur sheets. Hopefully you would find these was warmer than the others. Once I was satisfied that you were warm and comfy I went to the room in the basement that we had for torture. Namjoon was already there and was sitting in his knees in the center.

I grabbed the closest tool to me and turned to him, "Are you ready?"

///2nd Person (Y/N's POV)///

You woke about an hour after Hoseok had laid you down. There was a slight knock on the door and you said I tired 'Come in'. It was Taehyung, "Did I wake you?" You shook your head with a smile and tried to tame your hair, "What is it?" He looked almost shy and mumbled sightly, "Did you like the slip?" You laughed a little a little in your head, 'Cute'. You grabbed both of his hands and he blushed with one of his boxy smiles, "I thought it was beautiful, Taehyung."

His eyes lit up, "Can I make you another one?" You smiled again because it was hard not to, he was a puppy, "Sure!" He let go of your hands and walked to the door, "Hoseok-hyung will come for you soon." You nodded and waved as he left. You layed back down and slept for about another thirty minutes. Jet lag is no joke, people.

You woke to Hoseok playing with your hoodie's strings. "Where is Namjoon?" He growled, he seemed to do that a lot, "He won't be able to walk for a little." You gapsed, "What did you do to him?" He ignored your question like he always did and pushed your shoulder slightly so you would lay down. "I'll answer all your questions if you sleep for a little longer." Almost like a spell, you fell asleep at soon as your head hit the pillow.

///Hoseok's POV///

I heard Jimin open the door, "Will you really answer her questions?" I turned to him with a possessive smile, "Maybe. It might be fun to watch her squirm and try and find out the truth though."

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Before Happily Ever After Epilogue

Okay, back again with the epilogue for my last Josh thing. One year later, the group reconvenes on the mountain.

Warnings: Just swearing and kinda shitty storytelling on Josh’s part.

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“So, what do you say? My sisters’ are busy and no one else is here yet…” Josh started, drawing your attention from where you were leaned on the stairway, examining the cabin you’d practically grown up in. You glanced down to find him giving you that familiar mischievous look as he leaned against the bottom bannister, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you always this horny? God, Washington,” you replied, rolling your eyes. He grinned, shaking his head.

“First off, flattered to be called God. I know I am pretty great at what I do,” he paused, giving you a playful wink causing you to roll your eyes at your boyfriend again as he started up the stairs to meet you, “Second! Why do you always assume I’m talking about sex? I mean, it is our one year anniversary but I had something else in mind. At least for right now.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush against his body.

“Then wha-” You froze as you realized what he wanted. “Oh, no. No, no, no. Are you fucking serious, Josh? No way in hell am I ever stepping a goddamn foot back in that place and there’s no way you can convince me otherwise!”

“Princess, come on! It’ll be fun! You think I’m gonna let anything hurt you or that banging bod of yours?”

“I honestly think that’s all you like me for,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. Josh gripped you tighter, lifting your chin up to place a soft kiss on your lips that had you melting against him.

“You know I love you. You may be absolutely stunning but that’s just a bonus. You’ve been there for me. Through everything. The psyche ward when I was younger, my abandonment issues, my fears and upsets. How could I not love everything about you?” he asked, his voice soft as you met his striking green eyes. You sighed, shaking your head. You stood on your toes, pressing another kiss to his lips. You broke away with a groan as a wolf-whistle sounded through the cabin, Chris clapping at the show.

“If you like what you see so much, why don’t you join us?” you snarked, rolling your eyes at him.

“Sorry, you’re not really my type. Josh, on the other hand…” Chris joked, giving your boyfriend a wink.

“Shit, I guess we are gonna party like pornstars this weekend!” Josh exclaimed, his eyes lighting up, giving Chris a playful grin.

“Hey, yeah, sorry to ruin this thirst fest, but he’s mine and the only one fucking him will be me, kisses,” you sighed, dragging him to his usual room.

“Guess you can’t play nice with Chris, huh?” Josh teased as you shut the door behind you two. You rolled your eyes before you pushed him back onto the bed, standing in front of him. His eyes followed your movement as you reached to pull your shirt over your head, effectively silencing him.

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Later, when you and Josh finally emerged from his room, you found Chris and Ashley cozied up together, sharing a bottle of wine, and Hannah and Beth looking through old family photo albums with Matt. “Shit, Josh, I forgot how dorky you used to look before you finally passed four feet.” Josh just grinned, shrugging slightly as he pulled you downstairs to join the party. He disappeared for a moment before coming back with two containers of whiskey and you groaned.

“I’m gonna spend most of the night babysitting your black-out drunk ass, aren’t I?”

“Hey, at least it’s a great ass,” Josh joked, winking at you as he handed you a bottle. You rolled your eyes, setting the bottle down before you sat down on the loveseat, curling your legs underneath your body. Josh took a seat next to you, pulling you close as he opened the bottle of whiskey, taking a swig. You leaned your head on his shoulder as he started speaking. “Wanna hear a story?” He grinned, looking around the room at his friends and his sisters.

“Please tell me it’s not a sex story you’re about to tell them,” you groaned, looking up at him. He turned his head to wink at you.

“Not unless you want me to,” he replied, grinning at you. Beth rolled her eyes. She heard the bathroom door open and saw Sam emerge from the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel. Josh took a swig of the whiskey.

“I would rather not hear about your sex life, Joshie. My sex life is a lot more interesting,” she replied, raising her voice so Sam could hear from upstairs. Josh started coughing the whiskey, staring at his sister in shock as he coughed.

“Oh fuck off, Beth,” Sam called down, rolling her eyes. She disappeared into her room, shaking her head at Beth. Six pairs of eyes stared at Beth as she shrugged, smirking.

“Well, fuck,” you breathed, grinning at her.

“Fuck. Let’s drink to that shit! Fuck, that’s my little sister!” Josh exclaimed, his eyes still wide as he grinned. He whooped as Sam stepped out of her room, starting towards the stairs.

“Hey, you owe me $20, man,” Matt started, leaning towards Chris who was staring at Beth, mouth agape.

“……You…You were betting on my boyfriend’s sister being into girls?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Both of them, actually. Five for both of them and then ten they’d get together,” Matt replied smugly, as Chris grumbled, fishing his wallet out of his pocket and pulling a $20 bill out. Matt grabbed it, saluting two fingers at Chris. “Anyways, you were talking about a story?”

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Josh laughed, taking a swig. “So. This is a mostly true story that happened not too far from here on a dark, noiseless night like tonight. A guy and his best friend, a girl with a banging body,” Josh paused his story to give you a playful wink and you groaned, “found some creepy ass, abandoned sanitarium in these very woods. The guy figured if he got his friend scared enough it might lead to some much needed comfort from him. So, he convinces her to go in and explore.”

“Why do I feel like this is the two of you but it’s about to turn into some B-List horror movie shit complete with some sort of raunchy shit mixed in?” Sam sighed, sitting on the ground in front of the couch Beth was sitting on, Sam leaning against Beth’s legs.

“Hey, I’m telling the story. If you think you can do better, too bad, fuck off. Anyways, as I was saying before someone so rudely interrupted me, they head in and check this shit out, right? It’s been abandoned for practically forever so there’s fucking wheelchairs left overturned and decaying walls and doors that are left cracked. So, they decide to go explore, because what’s the worst that could happen, right? So he thinks maybe he can convince her of a quick bone session in one of these empty rooms they’re coming upon. So he’s trying to make his move on this gorgeous babe when they hear it. The soft sound from one of the hallways they’d just explored of a wheelchair quietly screeching down the hall. So. Slowly. So, obviously, he’s gotta save the girl, right? So he puts on this macho show to impress the girl thinking it’s just some vagrant that’s been squatting in the vacant, destroyed building. He steps out into the hallway, opening his mouth to tell whoever to scram, when he sees it. This big, ugly thing with antlers, bone thin, long limbs, and it towers over him, a crazed look on it’s warped face—”

“Seriously, Josh? A wendigo? That’s what you think that noise was?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Would you hush up? I’m trying to tell a story here!” he whined, glaring at you. You waved a hand, raising an eyebrow at him to continue. “Thank you. So. Yeah, it’s a big ugly, fucking terrifying thing. He screams, drawing his lovely companion’s attention to the hallway, unaware that he’s effectively dooming her, too. So this creature carts them both off to its lair, trapping them. So the guy decided to show the girl one last night of pleasure before they both end up toast. And pleasure it is,” Josh wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing Ashley to snort, rolling her eyes at him. “Anyways, the next day their friends are looking for them, searching everywhere like crazy and the only thing they find is a blue, lace bra.”

“You are honestly so stupid, Washington,” Sam sighed, rolling her eyes as Chris and Matt stood up, applauding loudly. Matt mimicked the sound of cheers as Josh stood up, raising the whiskey bottle in a salute before he bowed, sloshing whiskey on the hardwood floor.

“Jesus, Josh, would you watch out, you drama queen?” you asked, pulling him back down next to you.

“That was honestly the lamest story I have ever had to witness. Shit, Y/N, sorry you’re stuck with my brother,” Hannah snorted, shaking her head at her brother’s antics.

“It could be worse, I guess. At least I’m not poor Ash, stuck with Chris,” you teased, wrapping your arms around Josh to bury your head in his neck. He smiled, happy and content, surrounded by his friends, and family, and his soulmate. “Do you really think what we heard was a wendigo last year? You know those aren’t real. How do you even know what they are?”

“You inspired me with your weird fascination with supernatural shit and folklore. Decided I’d see what all it’s about and I stumbled on some weird shit the natives of this area believed in.” He shrugged, turning to press a soft kiss into your hair. He turned back to look at his friends. “You know. You guys have been here for me through everything. Through all of the struggles and the good times and the parties and just all of this. Through thick and thin. I don’t know honestly what I would do without all of you,” Josh paused, smiling fondly at the group, “Anyways, enough with the sappy shit. Who wants to go explore an abandoned sanitarium?” You laughed, tightening your grip on him, hiding your smile in his shoulder. You shook your head because you knew there was no one else for you.

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VLD: I Will Always Find You (1/?)

Author’s Note: So I just kinda felt like doing a little writing practice by doing a post-VLD finale Kallura story, as that was my personal pairing of choice during the show’s run. The “1/?” is because I don’t know how long this story will be, most likely 3 parts total as it’s not meant to be a whole fanfiction adventure. Let me know what you think, hope you enjoy :)

“When I learned you were Galra...”

“Keith, you can do this. The Black Lion has chosen you.”

“The Blade of Marmora can go on without you, but Voltron cannot. We cannot.”

“I’ll always be with you Keith and I’ll always love you.”

Keith shot out of bed with a heavy gasp, his heart racing and his body drenched in sweat. He raised a hand to his head and rubbed his eyes as they strained to make sense of the black that was his room now. It was late enough in the night that even outside the window to his right he could see nothing but darkness. Again, the young man thought, while pushing some of the black hair off to the side of his face. He had been hearing her words in his sleep for the last few weeks, on and off again. They were the words he clung to after she left. It was the only way he could think to describe Allura’s leaving at the time and he remembered the confusion and hurt on Coran’s face as he told him.

Keith always struggled to find the words to explain what they had seen in that realm. Her last moments, giving them all an invaluable lesson to carry with them going forward. She was always teaching them – teaching him – new things. He could never have imagined any sort of diplomacy in his future but here the former paladin was, staying in the guest chambers of a Galra-occupied planet to discuss the next representative of the Galactic Coalition.

Keith did not particularly care this time around, knowing how well Kolivan and Krolia were received by the Galra. They would be re-elected, as expected, and he would fly back to the Blade of Marmora to continue their relief work. He grinned at the realization he was doing exactly what Allura insisted him to do, years ago. Between the three years they jumped ahead to once the Castle of Lions’ entered the Quintessence rift and the two years spent in the Quantum Abyss, it really did feel like a lifetime ago.

She was right when saying he needed to join Voltron’s relief work but of course she was. Allura was always right, even when she was wrong. How much more time he could have spent with her was something often on his mind in recent days. Keith tried to avoid that kind of thinking but since her words started resurfacing it began gnawing at him. Time wasted, time they could have spent together much sooner.

His eyes had finished adjusting to the black, enough to skim over the room and see the framed picture beside his bed on the nightstand. It sat alongside his luxite blade as one of his most cherished belongings. Keith picked the picture up and brought it close to his face to better see it in the darkness. Her arm around him, tight on the red sleeve of the Garrison uniform he wore for the date. She laughed at him when seeing him still in uniform, despite her getting so much more dressed up for the occasion. It was his first and only date and he lacked any real experience in the area but she was so patient with him as he stumbled through the motions.

He originally planned ahead and asked Hunk if he would be willing to help by preparing a meal for the duo but his friend immediately shook his head. At first, Keith felt guilty. It was Hunk’s last day on Earth too, what right did he have to make such a request and take up so much of the Yellow Paladin’s precious time? Of course, he was wrong. Keith misunderstood the meaning behind certain actions often. His mother leaving, his father running back into the burning building, Allura condemning him for joining the Blade of Marmora. He didn’t give himself time to think and understand the why of it. Thankfully, Hunk made a point of it to say it was not his place to be a part of Keith and Allura’s last night together, even as a culinary expert.

It was for that reason the Red Paladin spent the few hours before meeting Allura to find someone capable of helping and ended up doing so through Colleen Holt of all people. Pidge’s mother grinned as she saw him, then glanced over at her husband Sam on the other side of the room, who flashed Keith a similar knowing smile. He knew then that someone had told the Holts about his date and found it then especially annoying when Colleen feigned ignorance to force him to say it himself. She even managed to get him to blurt out he’s liked Allura for a long time and always found a connection to her. His face had never been redder than that moment.

He recalled news of the date reaching Coran and the old man confronting him that afternoon, accusing him of trying to plot a Galra coup once wed to Altea’s princess. He was struck with an initial stutter, confusion and embarrassment overwhelming him, as Keith was hit with the idea of marriage. It was an almost foreign concept given his upbringing. His mother and father had never married and no one ever even knew they were together. He did not even know they were together – or that his mother was an alien – until nearly two decades after and a trip across time and space.

Coran’s usual mixture of silly-stern kept Keith nervous the entire time leading up to the date but he somehow managed to find himself outside Allura’s chambers at the Garrison and calling her name in sync with the knock. The immediate sight of her – white hair usually worn up in a bun let down to the long flowing locks that stretched across the entirety of her back, the earrings in the shape of two leaves, the pink dress that ran only halfway down across her arms and legs, he remembered it all so vividly – left him speechless. He handed her a Juniberry flower that her eyes lit up at as she held the pot close to her chest and smiled back at him before asking how she looked. Keith’s smirk widened in the bed as he repeated the same thing he whispered softly to her back then. “Wonderful.”

They had enough time – thanks to Kosmo – to spend the remainder of the evening watching the sun set on top of the Black Lion. Between them was a single picnic basket and inside a Juniberry pie Keith prided himself on baking, though he did owe the ingredients and preparation to Colleen and Coran respectively.

The spot they watched it from was Keith’s favorite place in the world. It was where his father had taken him as a boy after his first fight, one Keith easily won and was nearly thrown out of school for. He thought his father would be mad – and to an extent he was – but he lifted Keith up over his head so his legs sat on the shoulders and his hands rested on the man’s messy short hair. When Keith transferred to the Garrison, he ended up at this same spot after racing Shiro, a race Shiro easily won. It was his special spot, for the people most important to him. He remembered turning to Allura and seeing the spot of red on her lips that she quickly wiped off with a napkin when he pointed it out and how he snickered when seeing her frantically remove it. He knew he could count Allura among those closest people too.

The night came and they climbed down from the Black Lion this time – Allura was not a fan of using Kosmo’s teleportation, or the wolf itself – before walking back to the Garrison. They stopped by a dead tree and Keith remembered the way Allura walked up and healed it with just her hands before turning to him and telling him that, after all that happened, she was grateful to have met him. It was Keith’s turn to look embarrassed but he managed to compose himself and say the thing that had been on his mind for the longest time, two years too long. He told her that he loved her and she then returned the words before embracing him.

Keith eyed the woman in the picture frame as though he were trying to pull her out of it with his mind to bring her back but he knew it was impossible. Healing all reality was never going to be without a cost. He just found it hard to accept the cost was his entire universe.

 The old man smiled gratefully as he took up the jar of food Keith held out and walked out from the front of the line, leading the next in Keith’s column to come up and receive the rations. In each container was a large volume of the same green goop that Keith and the other paladins survived on in the Castle of Lions. He remembered how just a little help from Hunk had enhanced it to the point of something worth looking forward to eating.

“Thank you, sir,” one of the men in Keith’s line said as he took his rations and turned around. Keith nodded, smiling, and then continued offering more until the entire colony had received their share. It was only a day’s worth of food but Keith had only been there to hand it out initially. Behind him was Zethrid, the muscular half-Galra former general, carrying a massive box with even more of the food goo, months of it at the least. She let out a groan as she placed the container down with the loads of others, totally at least three deca-phoebes worth for the group.

The people waved and smiled as he and the others got back on their ship and flew out. Keith normally took the role of pilot but today he was feeling a little under the weather, having had another of the reoccurring dreams. No, dream was not the right word for it. In a dream, you’ll see something. All he had were the sounds. The sounds of Allura’s voice, whispering to him as though she were right up beside him. It reminded him of the aftermath of Nacxella and the hug – more of a tackle, really – that she gave following his attempt to stop Haggar’s bomb.

“You look tired.” The voice brought his eyes off the comet field he had been eyeing from the red-visor window of their ship and towards its origin, Acxa. The blue-skinned, blue-haired woman was staring at him fairly intently, arms crossed and a quizzical look on her face.

Keith gave a small smile as she stepped a little closer. “Some trouble sleeping,” he confessed while turning away. He could feel her eyes on him even sterner than before and with brows raised to further emphasize her skepticism. It was a half-truth and Keith thought it better to give that than the full thing. He was sure mentioning Allura would only draw the others’ concerns unnecessarily. It was just a couple of nights in reflection.

Looking at the reddened reflection of himself coming off the ship’s window, he saw bags under his eyes that told him it was much more than a couple of nights. Acxa seemed to notice them too. “We’ll be meeting up with the Atlas soon, you should get some rest before then.”

“Yeah,” Keith nodded, his gaze back on the comets. He did not notice her leaving but soon Acxa was gone and he was alone in the room.

“Keith, it’s been so long!” Hunk’s hug was so tight that Keith thought he might break under the grip but he managed to squeeze his arms through the vice grip to reciprocate the gesture. “There are so many things I have got to tell you about!” A whimper came from beside Keith and the former pilot of the Yellow Lion released the hold on his friend to greet Kosmo too. “And hello to you too,” he laughed while reaching a hand down to pat its light blue fur. “Man, he’s gotten big.”

“And still wants to jump up on me,” Keith chuckled. The three began walking through the Atlas, passing by halls that contained familiar memories. The former pilot to the Black Lion glanced into the greenhouse Colleen grew the juniberries in and the kitchen unit where Keith learned to bake the pie. Then came the old rooms he and the other members of Voltron stayed in. He froze as they passed Allura’s while Hunk and Kosmo continued on.

“Go have fun,” she told him in that room after the ship docked for Clear Day.

“It wouldn’t be fun without you,” he wished he had said back then. It would have been different had he stayed instead. Could he have stopped her from accessing the entity? Would it have been better that way? Those were two questions he had asked early on after her sacrifice but they soon faded. One still gnawed at him though: what you could you have said to get her to come with you? Not for the entity, not for the war or Honerva or the team. Just to have another night, another memory with her. Why had he not fought harder to have something else?

Kosmo’s whimper pulled him away from the door and he met Hunk’s saddened eyes. “We…we should go meet Shiro and Iverson.” Keith nodded and followed.

At the brig was Iverson, Shiro and another man with dark brown skin and short hair, smiling welcomingly at Keith and Kosmo. “Cadet,” the former Garrison instructor began as he approached, Shiro following close behind.

“How have things been going with the Blade of Marmora?” Shiro asked, though Keith was sure he already knew. They all kept in touch in some way or another, through direct messages using the Coalition’s shared communications or actual video chats. In the case of Pidge, who had often become so consumed with her work she went days without sleeping – which would normally have been a concern, if someone did not know that was just how she was, the group would receive notification logs of her progress. She had gotten something called “CHIP” running apparently, last he heard.

Keith described their latest work while Shiro nodded as though it were all new information and not from the most recent message Keith sent out days prior to their arrival on the Atlas. By the time he was done, Hunk had already left and managed to convince Kosmo to join him with the offer of new treats and Iverson and the man beside Shiro both moved on to other work. Shiro, though, grinned all the while and then placed a hand on Keith’s shoulder when finished. “That’s good work you’ve been doing, I’m proud of you, Keith.” The two former pilots of the Black Lion shared a smile before Shiro then added, “Allura would be proud too.” It stung a bit, the sudden comment. Keith knew he was not the only one thinking about it but he never heard anyone else say it and that helped to lessen the pain slightly.

Shiro seemed to notice the subtle changes in Keith’s expression the same way Acxa did. His brows furrowed and his lip bent a bit, the bags under his eyes making his demeanor all the more noticeable. Rather than comment on the observation though, Shiro simply suggested that he and the rest of Keith’s crew stay the night on the Atlas which Keith accepted.

“I’ll always be with you Keith and I’ll always love you.”

He panted loudly as he shot out of the bed and grasped his head. It stung badly, like there was some pressing against his skull from the inside to try and pry it open. The harsh needling continued as he sat up on the bed and clutched the sides of his head, wincing. Finally, like an explosion, it let out one last jolt of pain before stopping and he grimaced before slowly removing the fingers at his head.

He was in his old room on the Atlas. Kosmo slept close by, at the foot of his bed. He had to be careful not to disturb the wolf’s sleep. Keith was not sure why he was getting out of bed but he left the room and entered the dimly lit hall. He trailed along it until finding himself outside the same room he hovered in front of while touring around with Hunk. His hand moved up to knock before stopping, realizing nobody would answer.

He entered and looked around the empty space, inspecting it as though he were searching for clues. There was nothing to find, he knew. Allura was gone and there was no mystery behind it. All he was doing was wondering what could have been.

His first thought was to leave the room right then and go back to sleep but his eyes fell to the bed they laid in and the thought of having spent another night struck at his heart. He inched closer to it and saw her laying on it with that determined but sullen expression she often had, the one they seemed to share. “It’s okay,” he wanted to tell that face, “you’re going to do it. You’re going to succeed.” Allura seemed to have always been racked with responsibilities and guilt for what had befallen the universe since the destruction of Daibazaal. She was always careful about how she described it though, once she accepted him as half-Galra; to condemn the entire ten thousand years of history meant condemning Keith’s incidental existence, which he already had done enough of himself.

He could feel her hand on his chest, telling him that she was grateful to have met him. That the War, the Galra’s conquest, was able to create something meaningful. Something beautiful. “Something wonderful,” he could hear her whispering again to him.

“I’ll always be with you Keith and I’ll always love you.” Her lips were against his and he could feel her body pressing against his chest, her arms locking around his back and the embrace as he reciprocated.

“I’ll always love you too,” he whispered to the ghost of a memory as the image of Allura in that moment faded from his mind.

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I was tagged by @brenli , thank you so much! I don’t think I’ve ever done anything so long on this page :D So, here we go! It will be a little messy, ‘cause I’m constantly overtired and feel slightly rusty with my English, and also withholding some facts, ‘cause I’m paranoid. Sorry. 

1. how tall are you?  158 cm, which means I’m usually the tiniest person around. I don’t mind, though. 

2. what color and style is your hair?  Natural color is pretty mousy and I hate it, so I’ve been dying my hair since junior highschool, I guess. Till last year I always dyed them claret, but last holiday I changed it to something that starts as black and finishes as plum.  I used to have them shoulder-length, but four years ago I cut them really short and since then I am a proud owner of very little hair on my head. I do envy people with long hair, but well, I know what I have now fits me better. 

3. what color are your eyes?  Green.

4. do you wear glasses? Yup, constantly since the end of elementary school. With myopia that goes to - 6 I really do not see much without my glasses. I’ve never used contacts nor do I intend to, I can’t imagine having to touch my eyeballs or anything.

5. do you wear braces? Not anymore, thankfully! But I did, for 7 years!!! I still have to wear some stuff at nights and I have one element left on my lower teeth, but that’s all. 

6. what is your fashion style? I don’t think I have one. I mean I don’t like fashion, so I just wear whatever I feel like wearing. My clothes are diverse, but they are usually dark and with something interesting on them (imprints/spikes/other metal things). I have a lot of T-shirts/sweaters with skulls and animals (especially cats and owls). I love warm sweaters, hoodies, jeans and leather jackets. I am obsessed with high heels, my favorite shoes are a black leather ones that reach well above my ankles and have like an 8-cm-long heel. I don’t own a single skirt (like... no) and I have only a few dresses which I wear only if I’m forced to (big dislike for these ones as well). I’m an all-trousers girl. I definitely prefer my style casual; when it comes to elegance I like to wear black in general - black smooth trousers and black suit. 

7. full name? Sorry, I don’t feel comfortable disclosing it online. 

8. when were you born? July 12, 1994.

9. where are you from and where do you live now? I was born in a small-ish town in southern Poland and now I still live in southern Poland, but in a much bigger town. So not much of a change, just a few hours of travel by car. 

10. what school do you go to? One Polish university, four months to go and it will be the end of any school for me! 

11. what kind of student are you? Up till university, I was an excellent student, always the best at everything. I was definitely a geek who learned too much. And I always wanted to be at the top. University changed it completely; even when I’m trying hard I’m just average. If I like a subject it shows and I’m having good grades, but generally, I’m all for passing, not excelling. I’m learning a lot and it still isn’t enough right now, which is frustrating at times, especially when I compare myself to my colleagues. On other occasions... I simply don’t care. I just want to pass.

12. do you like school? Well... It depends on the period of my life. I think I didn’t mind elementary school, I hated junior high school and liked actual high school. About university... every year is different, so there were good ones and there were bad ones. I’m not a fan of it in general, though. 

13. what are your favorite school subjects? Pre-uni: Maths and Chemistry, mostly, but Chemistry was my biggest and most unexpected love during my time at school. When it first started I had no idea what it was and I was terrified with it, plus I was behind the whole class because of some disease and I was honestly so nervous about it. Then, a month later, I kinda... fell for it and stayed infatuated with it till the end of junior high. And that’s mostly how I found myself on medical studies a few years later. My teacher from junior high was so amazing she made me love Chemistry more than anything, but sadly, my teacher from high school ruined it all. I had a great Biology teacher then, though it didn’t make me love Biology. It just enabled me to get into the uni I wanted to get to.  I almost always liked my English classes as well, because I had some really amazing teachers and I loved English. I still do, languages are amazing. 

Uni: Histology, Pharmacology, Surgery. The first two are the only ones I excelled at. Surgery - not so much, but I still did well on the final exam. 

14. favorite TV shows? It is both an easy and difficult question. Easy because I do have one TV series I consider my ultimate favorite, and it’s Angel from Buffyverse. The best thing about it is the most amazing character development I’ve ever seen, and trust me, I’m a sucker when it comes to character development. My favorite character from there is one of my ultimate faves (if not THE one) and his path is one of the most epic ever. Plus it has an amazing material for shipping and some great acting, it’s dark, depressing and hopeless, and that’s what I love. It’s also one of the few examples of TV series when I actually LIKE the main character; he’s actually one of the people I like the most. It almost never happens; usually, I’m very anti-main characters (e.g. LotR, HP).

The question gets difficult because there are also such shows as Chuck, Firefly or Code Black, amazing and mostly flawless (apart from the ending of Chuck), but are they my favorites? At times, maybe. In general... I just don’t know. Bones and Castle fought for my undivided attention for years (most of the times Bones was on the winning side) and they’re both in my top 10, though probably not top 3. Plus, there are some gems that had such amazing potential, but were cut short and had too little time to develop; apart from Firefly, it would be, e.g. Monday Mornings, Perception, Black Box.

There were also a lot of amazing TV shows I loved dearly during some of their seasons, but almost always something happened and they got ruined. PLL, TVD, Grey’s Anatomy (I feel like I’m watching it now for one pairing only), OUaT and so on. House was my first American TV series and I’ll always have a place for it in my heart. I love GoT in its very early and very late seasons, but what comes in between? Nope.  

(I watch way too much TV.) 

The honorary mentions should go to some non-American shows (honestly speaking, I’m kinda tired with the general trends of American TV at the moment). I’ve started my adventures with TV with Polish soap operas that I completely adored; when I discovered American TV I stopped watching them entirely and don’t intend to come back. I love some good English dramas, but BBC tends to get a little bit overdramatic or too dark even for me (Ripper Street ripped my heart from my chest). Speaking of ripping hearts, let’s not forget about the Japanese ones, as @brenli mentioned! They are something completely different, they have amazing plotlines and characters, and - sometimes - Hiroyuki Sanada who is just everything (and I get to analyze the shows with @brenli, which makes them even better). Koukou Kyoushi will stay with me for years to come, probably Konna Koi No Hanashi as well. Considering my current Asian phase I expect to see much more of Japanese (or maybe Korean) dramas in the future.

15. favorite movies? There are a few movies I could watch on constant repeat and they mean so much to me. Let’s categorize them in genres, shall we?  Animation: How to Train Your Dragon (especially the first part, the second one breaks my heart too much), Ice Age 3; plus the tales of my childhood I could watch five times a day - Pocahontas, Mulan, Spirit: Stallion of Cimarron. Period: Pride & Prejudice 2005. Rom-com: Holiday; Love, Actually. Adventure: Pirates of the Caribbean 1-3. Sci-fi: Matrix 1 & 3.  Plus a few honorary mentions that are equally important, but I just wouldn’t have them on constant rewatch: LotR, SW, HP, Indiana Jones (not every part for every one of these series), National Treasure. There are also a few amazing anime movies (Spirited Away, Kimi No Na Wa, Wolf Children) and among them some masterpieces I think were wonderful, but too heartbreaking to ever watch them again (Grave of the Fireflies, Princess Kaguya). 

16. favorite books? Most of my favorite books are cycles that I grew up with - LotR, HP, Inkheart Trilogy, the Vampirates series, Artemis Fowl, Jeżycjada (a Polish series about a multi-generational Polish family), Felix, Net i Nika (kinda Polish version of HP with science and technology in place of magic), some books by Ewa Nowak. Also, Pride & Prejudice. I’ve loved a lot of books since, but does any of them deserve to be called a “favorite”? I’m not so sure about it.

17. favorite pastime? Writing, from the moment I’ve learned to write (4 years old, I believe). Second best would be watching TV series; when I was younger I’d much rather like to read a book, but that kinda changed. Though, if I’m being honest, at the time being it would be watching ski jumping competitions or anything BTS-related. These past two weeks (yup, I’ve been writing this post for two weeks) has been an interesting journey of interchanging obsessions, some revisited (sj) and some I’ve never expected to develop (BTS).

18. do you have any regrets? Sure, who doesn’t? I’m trying to live by the rule “regret doing something rather than not doing it”, but well, it can’t always work. 

19. dream job? A writer, for sure, always and forever. That is the one thing that has been with me my whole life. Apart from that? Well... Some time after I started my studies I developed a strong dream of becoming a neurosurgeon one day, but this dream faltered this year and now I’m not so sure anymore. Now I feel like I made a completely wrong career choice those few years ago. 

20. would you like to get married someday? Marriage has never been one of my dreams or something I HAVE to do in the future, but I definitely want to have someone by my side, and if they want to get married, then sure, we can do that. Not necessarily though. 

21. would you like to have kids someday? No, no and once again no, and there are so many reasons! First, I do know my body would not be physiologically okay with pregnancy (and after studying Gynaecology I do believe pregnancy is one of the worst things - if not THE worst - that could ever happen to one’s body) and I have no intention of doing such a thing to myself. Second, children scare me; my whole life I’ve been doing my best to keep my distance and avoid contact at any cost (which kinda worked as far, I’ve never even held a baby). Third, I have no maternal instinct and I do know I would be a terrible mother, so what’s the point? 

23. do you like shopping? No. Since I was a child, when my parents took me shopping I always had a book with me and just followed them around while reading (somehow I managed not to collide with anything throughout all these years :P). I still do the same thing if someone makes me go with them to the mall, only now it’s more often my phone, not a book. I love buying books, though. I used to go to the bookshops and buy five books at a time. I don’t do that right now, because a) money b) I have tons of unread books already, but I could still go there and spend hours just looking at the books and reading their covers. 

24. what countries have you visited? Only one, and I’m not even sure it should count. I’ve been to Slovakia twice, but both times only like 50km from the border, and I’ve spent there max few hours. So... it definitely wasn’t even remotely close to this “going abroad” I’ve been always dreaming about... 

25. what’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? Hmm... There was one in my adult life that left me absolutely terrified; I remember waking up and feeling paralyzed with fear. I had a feeling someone was standing in the doorway, but I was too scared to turn around and see, so I was just lying there with my eyes wide open, waiting until the fear passes or something else happens... What was the dream about? I only remember it took place in some fancy mansion near the beach that was either mine or one of my friends’. I think it wasn’t actually a nightmare until the very end when something bad was about to happen to someone who was standing in the living room. The other person was creeping in the dark or something like that, and the character in the dream had the same kind of fear I woke up with. I didn’t actually want to remember more details. 

26. do you have any enemies? I did have some, on every stage of my education, but they are no longer in my life. Nowadays I think I’m too irrelevant to be anyone’s enemy. There are some people with whom I share a mutual dislike, but “enemies” is probably too strong of a word in these cases. 

27. do you have an s/o? Nope. Never had. 

28. do you believe in miracles? Well... not really. I believe in luck and destiny, but miracles? I definitely don’t believe in them in any religious context (I’m completely anti-religion). When it comes to some other kinds of miracles, like medical ones - I know things happen, wonderful things that have no logical explanation, but I do believe that deep down, even though we don’t know it, they have some logical explanation. We just can’t see it. 

Finished! Finally! :D Hopefully it isn’t too chaotic, I don’t really have time to reread it and check for mistakes, Family Medicine is waiting to devour me... 

I’m tagging: @frombothofmyhearts @thesilverrqueen @mis4nthropy and anyone who wants to do it! Just be warned - it takes a lot of time to answer all of the questions :P 

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Story Pitch:

The Loud House X Scooby Doo

Scooby Doo and The Loud Curse

 Plot:

     The Loud's for family reasons take a trip to Massachusetts to a town called Quiet Stone. To a family estate that is apparently theirs, though the townspeople seem to have a stigma with them in regards to a curse placed upon their town by a Loud in 1800s. They say that youngest daughter of the Loud Family at the time Lucille was a witch and after her brother was killed in a fire. She fled the town and placed a curse upon its inhabitants for years to come summoning the spirits of past dead Loud family members to haunt the town and cause chaos.

    Around the same the Scooby gang has made a stop here as well taking in the scenery. That night at a town party when the Ghost of Lucille Loud who looks a lot like Lucy appears before everyone in the town in a massive shadowy cloud that overtakes the Fairgrounds. She says that with the return of her family the time has come for her curse to come and terrorize the small town of Quiet Stone.

      Now the Loud's and the Gang must come together to solve this mystery Travelling around town, discovering areas, finding secrets, locating clues, and uncovering the Lost History of the town and their family. But it won’t be just that easy with the curse in effect they will not just fight 1 but 10 ghosts. Get ready for thrills and chills as they get ready for the fright of their lives.

 Main Characters: The Loud House

-Lincoln -Lori -Leni -Luna -Luan -Lynn -Lucy -Lola -Lana -Lisa -Lily -Rita & Lynn Sr. (Are there but don’t play a huge part in the mystery solving)

Scooby Doo

(The Gang are all College age at this point. At least juniors)

-Fred Jones: Based off the live action film and Mystery Incorporated. He is a pretty boy and knows it, has a bit of a ego but knows when to put it away for the sake of his friends. He also constantly surprises people with his knowledge of engineering and architecture. Shows a bit of a geeky side when in large old houses or construction sites. -Daphne Blake: Based of Live Action and What’s New. Always the fashionista and ready to look good. Can be a bit vain but knows when to put it aside. She’s also a bit of a Macgyver able to use either what she has on her person or random objects for a variety of situations. And she is a Black Belt in Martial Arts ready to kick the butt of anyone who thinks she’s just a pretty face/damsel in distress -Velma Dinkley: Live action and Mystery Incorporated. Smart and she knows it, with a bit of Sass when she talks. She’s a bit socially inept cool with the gang but has trouble when talking to others when she isn’t talking about clues or mysteries. The only thing scarier to her than the ghosts and monsters is being forced out of her comfort zone and trying new things, though she is at least willing to try. -Shaggy Rogers: Pretty much every Shaggy Ever. He’s the lovable slacker who is stuck in the 60’s. Would rather not go into such terrifying situations, but loves to help those in need. Will run from danger in a heartbeat and then run back if a friend is in need. Also very knowledgeable about food and is a great chef. -Scooby Doo: It’s Scooby what else do you need to know.  ;P

Original Characters:

The Quiet Family: Respected Members of the town descending from the town settlers -Quinten Quiet: Father and Mayor of the Town -Lila Quiet: Mother and head of the Festival -Quain Quiet: Son 14yrs, Magician in training always trying out new tricks and has a stage show in the festival -Queenie Quiet: Daughter 11yrs, A tech head with a IQ close to Lisa’s and Velma’s. Though she’s more focused on Machines, has a dry and sometimes dark sense of humor

-Old Man Barksdale: The Town crazy fully believes in the legend of the Loud Curse. Spends most of his time telling people to beware as he rides about on his old Bike. -Nick Barksdale: His grandson loves his Grandpa and likes hanging out with him despite his parents telling him to keep his distance. But he believes in the Legend and wants to prove that his grandpa isn’t crazy

-Eveline Dupree: The Goth and assistant Librarian. Another believer of the Legend has extensive knowledge of the Curse and the Loud family tree, even of them weirdly.

Ghosts: The family and the gang are facing off against 10 spirits each with a different theme and motif. But the strangest thing all of them look like a member of the family and the sibling who looks like them is mysteriously gone whenever they show up. Why is that? That’s the mystery. ;)

-Lincoln/Lucas Loud: From the 1800’s the first ghost the run into a mirror image of Lincoln. Only wearing a tattered/burned suit fitting of the times with a pair of gloves. His eyes are starch white, he seems to have fangs, and is able to throw fire as well as engulf himself in flames

-Lori/Lorelei: Coming from the late 1700’s she is a poltergeist appearing in a beautiful haze floating in the air wearing a beautiful dress and a veil over her face. However, if you get closer she’ll reveal her true face having some monstrous visages and fangs. Her power seeming to be to move various stuff at will with her otherworldly power.

-Leni/Lia: From the early 1900’s she is a voodoo Zombie. With green skin, a terrible smell, stitches, and a sewn-up mouth. Her clothes are worn and damp from rising from the swamp waters. Not the brightest but is incredibly strong able to lift the back wheels of the Mystery Machine of the ground. She is a terror to be chased by but she’s only one half of a larger act.

-Luna/Lillith: From the 1600’s she was killed after being called a demon, which now seems to be true. Purple skin, horns, claws, dark markings on her body, and red snake like eyes. She can throw purple fire and has a glass shattering banshee scream. When you hear her lovely voice on those dark moonlit nice run the other way.

-Luan/Lyla: Late 1800’s a spirit who appears to be very theatrical, dressed as a clown with yellow and purple, covering her face with a terrifying mask, and letting out a horrifying cackle as she floats through the air. Incredibly tricky leading people into her own traps and loves to play and scare. She breathes fire from out of her mask and seems to be proficient in knife throwing.

-Lynn/Lucia: From the 1700’s right out of the American Revolution. She wanted to fight for freedom and died for it. Wearing a tattered military uniform, a pot on her head, carrying a old timey musket and sword. She is relentless and is always down to win the battle, take cover when she takes aim

-Lucy/Lucille Loud: The little sister of Lucas and the one who started this curse. Appears in a cloud of darkness wearing a dark cloak, razor fangs and claws and a dark grim voice (so not to different from Lucy). She doesn’t appear much only to make her proclamations and strangely Lucy actually saw her at the start with everyone else.

-Lola/Lillain: A 15th century vampire princess wearing her beautiful regale attire that contradicts her monstrous personality. Armed with razor fangs and claws that you want to keep away from flesh. But like any royal she prefers not to get her hands dirty when possible, which is why she usually has her pet take care of things

-Lana/Liana: Lillain’s twin/pet wolf-girl vicious and ready to obey her master. She will tear through anything to get to her target and complete her masters orders

-Lisa/Lila: The second half of Lia the Zombie, Lila is a Voodoo witch doctor the one who brought Lia to life. Despite her size in incredibly dangerous, able to use variety of potions to create horrible monsters to do her bidding Lia included

Fun Facts/Ideas:

1.     The first chase/encounter with Lucas Loud is based heavily on the intro to Scooby Doo on Zombie Island with it happening in the ruins of the old Loud House. Accompanied by the cover of “Scooby Doo Where are you” by Third Eye Blind.

2.     I would have “It’s Terror Time Again” by Skycycle play for the chase with Lillith. It rocking just like Luna.

3.     While running away Leni ends up behind the wheel of the Mystery Machine and a crazy chase ensues as they try to avoid the ghost and not die.

4.     Lyla is based off of the Luna Ghost from the beginning of the 1st Live Action Scooby Doo film

5.     Lillith was based off of the Demon Luna pics by Mast3r-Rainb0w

6.     Lincoln recognizes the gang because he follows them online, they are his second favorite Ghost hunting team

7.     Despite all the horrible monsters Lily is never afraid. In fact she actively tries to approach them in every encounter only for Scooby or one of her siblings to grab her and run the other way.

8.     When they encounter Lucia the scene is like the encounter with the Black Knight from Monsters Unleashed. With Daphne trying to fight her off and help the others

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