#I’m sad to see her go so soon but god damn I love doomed fucked up women- she sealed her fate the moment she pushed the boxes

[hgduo]

Carol dooming Lucie by trying to kill Emi only to wind up dooming herself by trying to kill Emi because Benito refused to let Emi die in Lucie’s honor

Es cine 👌

#I’m sad to see her go so soon but god damn I love doomed fucked up women- she sealed her fate the moment she pushed the boxes #opq spoilers #opq #also wolf monster conformed misogynistic smh 😔 … #Emi can NOT die now- she has to live- she’s the final girl!

[bloodhoundluke]

you, forever —❦ luke hemmings

pairing: luke hemmings x ex! reader

description: y/n seems to be finally over luke, but what does she do when he shows up declaring his love for her in the pouring rain? this was requested with the prompts #4 "Please don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry” & #2 “Don’t do this to me” from my prompt list.

warnings: luke being a shitty boyfriend, a break up. angst. slight mentions of insomnia and disordered eating. cursing. a happy ending.

word count: 3,5k.

a/n: now that i am happy with this fic, it's time to publish it! the beginning of this story was heavily inspired by the song ‘moment i knew’ by taylor swift. i hope you like this one! ❤️‍🩹

The broken promises, the events unattended. His lame excuses. They grew a dagger in your heart, which stung time and time again. Your 23rd birthday was no exception. 

You hosted a party to celebrate your birthday. You never threw any parties, they weren’t really your scene. Luke was supposed to be there with you, his hands around your waist, wishing you a happy birthday. Against your wishes and his promises, he wasn’t there. Not on time, anyway.  Somehow you thought it’d be different this time. Did he even love you like he claimed he did? Did he even care about you? Hell, you even wondered if he was sleeping with someone behind your back. 

You tried to have fun, you really did. But as the night dragged on and you chugged down way too many tequilas, you bursted into tears in your bathroom. How could someone, your sorry excuse of a boyfriend, make you feel like this on your god-damn birthday?

It was 4am when Luke showed up behind your front door, and you foolishly opened the door for him. The party was over, and you couldn’t even bear to look him in the eye. It was the same old story, I am so sorry baby, we had to work around a few things in the studio. I love you, let me make it up to you. I promise I’ll do better next time. 

You didn’t say a single thing to him as you let him in. Luke went to the bathroom, and as soon as he was out of your sight, tears began streaming down your face. You stood in your kitchen, and looked around. The alcohol-stained balloons, empty beer cans and the remains of confetti reminded you of your relationship with Luke. Sad, broken, bruised.

You sobbed and sobbed, hard enough not to notice Luke walking next to you.

"Please don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry”, he offered you his embrace, which you swore once was warm. And which was something you once wanted more than anything in the world. 

You sobbed against his chest. This was the last straw, you promised yourself. You didn’t want to hear his excuses anymore. You had turned a blind eye to his mistakes, always holding onto some tiny glimmer of hope he would change. You defended him time and time again to your friends and family. You loved him more than you loved yourself, and that seemed to be your greatest mistake. 

“Don’t do this to me”, you whimpered under his touch, still feeling the endless rivers building up in your eyes.  “Do what?”, he proposed the question as if he didn’t have a clue what was going on. His eyebrows frowned, and he bit his bottom lip. You couldn’t believe it really had come to this. You receded from his embrace, breaking the skin contact. 

“Pretend everything’s fine. Pretend we’ll be okay”, you swept your tears away, and saw the mascara stains on your hands. You swept them away with the helm of your dress, and wondered what was going through Luke’s mind. Did he even feel bad for missing your birthday party? Did he even understand how terribly he treated you?

“Y/N…”., he enunciated your name as if it was a warning, if there was some line you couldn’t cross.

“You knew this was doomed from the start. You played me along, Luke. I mean, fuck! I thought everything would change. I thought you loved me enough not to miss my own fuckin’ birthday!”.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it”.

“I’m sorry too”, you avoided direct eye contact with him, and left the kitchen with nothing but disappointment and anger. He didn’t even bother to come after you. 

And that was the moment you knew. 

—❦

The morning approached, and you executed your usual morning routines, only this time with a quicker pace. You could do this, you told yourself. You’ll be okay.

Luke was still sleeping, and you gathered his things from your apartment. The spare t-shirts and underwear. His toothbrush, his Vespa mug. Everything. You wanted to make this as smooth as possible. Not necessarily for him, but for you. You didn’t want him to stay around any longer than necessary. Sleeping with him last night was a mistake, even if you took all the anger into bed with you. You hated and loved him at the same time.

So, when you heard him shuffling in bed, you entered the room and leant against the door with a coffee mug in your hand. 

“Hey darling”, he smirked. The man had no idea. You forced a smile, and waited until he was decent and in his Pink Floyd t-shirt and black sweatpants. 

“Luke?”.

“Hmmm?”.

“I packed up your things, they are waitin’ for you in the hallway. I want you gone. Out of my life”.

—❦ 

The beginning was the hardest. The silent screams in the pillow, the loss of appetite. Your sobs echoed through every room in your apartment. There was no escaping him. His eyes, the prettiest blue eyes you had ever witnessed, haunted you wherever you went. Even the god-damn Rainbow Krispies yelled out his name. 

You carried his silent optimism with you, his voice reminding you everything would work out just fine. You begged the voice to stop time and time again, but it persisted, clung onto you tightly. 

For the first three months you couldn’t even say his name out loud, yet alone hear it coming from someone else’s mouth. It sounded wrong, the way they said it. Luke was supposed to come from your mouth, with your accent, with your tone of voice.

Slowly but surely, you started to see the world through realism-infused glasses. You didn’t think about him the first thing in the morning and the last thing before going to bed. You were okay. You didn’t need his love. Instead, you needed your own. A glimpse of hope was staring at you, you just hadn’t seen it before. 

—❦ 

The past few years had treated you well, and you had gotten the job of your dreams. Everything was moving smoothly, and you were excited for what the future held for you. You were still living in the same apartment, but you had renovated it to look more like you. The white living room walls were now replaced with the beautiful shade of juniper, and your decor had shifted from a Scandinavian style to a more earthly and antique-appreciating English countryside.

You had stayed out of relationships. Sure, you had gone to a few dates, but you never wanted to build anything serious with them. You considered them more like irregular hook-ups, not official dates. You decided to be on your own. You had everything you needed; friends, family and a job you enjoyed.

You were returning from work, and it was pouring rain. You held an umbrella over your head whilst Bon Iver was blasting through your AirPods. Thankfully it was a short walk to your apartment from the metro station.

A figure of a man, supposedly, sat in front of your apartment complex. Maybe he was lost. Maybe he forgot his keys inside. Maybe he was a creep. Shit. You grabbed your umbrella tighter as you reached him. 

And then you understood. Dark pants. A worn out leather jacket. Converse. Light, curly hair. A beautiful face, sculpted by the gods, was staring at you. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be.

Luke.

It really was him.

You glared at him, and took your earphones off in shock, placing them in their case. Luke got up from the staircase, and you both stared at each other for a while. 

The rain was pouring down, and the man hadn't even bothered to bring an umbrella with him. He pulled his soaking wet hair back with his hands and you couldn't understand why your ex-boyfriend was voluntarily hanging out in front of your apartment complex, in a weather like this.

“What are you doing here?”, you quivered and held your bag tightly against your body.

“I’m here to get my girl back”, he shoved his hands into his leather jacket pockets, and studied your face with a somewhat melancholic smile on his face.

“What are you talkin’ about?”, you asked, your tone nonchalant.

“I’m here to get you back. Or attempt it, I don’t know. I fucked up, Y/N, big time. And many times. And-”

Didn't he think it was a bit too late for that? “Luke, stop”, you interrupted him. You didn’t want to hear it, he had smashed your heart into pieces. He didn’t get to apologize to you. You didn’t want him to have any power over you. And it wasn’t fair how he showed up and reminded of his existence, just now when you were finally ready to open your heart to someone new. 

“Y/N, please? Hear me out”.

“Fuck you”, you cursed at him, and pondered walking away from him. But you stood in your place, hoping he could see the hurt on your face. 

“Okay, I deserved that. Is there more?”, he tilted his head slightly, and his eyes bored into yours.

“What do you mean?”, you gritted your teeth.

“Just fuckin’ yell at me, get it out of your system. Curse at me, tell me the things you hate about me”.

“If you came here for this, leave…please”, you begged. 

“No, no, no, I didn’t. I’m sorry. Shit. Uh…just give me a second, hear me out”.

“Okay”. You’d hear what he had to say, and then you’d leave him in the pouring rain. And you wouldn’t see him ever again. That was the plan.

“I, I know this might not mean anything to you, after I treated you, but it has always been you, Y/N. After all these years, you are the only one I have ever truly loved. Hell, I still love you. I still remember your favorite songs and the way you like your tea. How you like your eggs in the morning, and how you hate almond milk…And shit, I just, I need to get this off my chest. I am, still, so foolishly in love with you it’s unbearable. I want you, I want us back”.

You looked at him with sorrow in your eyes. When you tried to say something, the words escaped your lips, leaving you powerless.

As tumultuous your and Luke’s relationship was and despite the times you convinced yourself you hated him, you still caught yourself missing him and the relationship sometimes. But this…this felt a bit too much for you to handle right now.

“Say something, please….Anything”.

“I don’t know Luke. I mean, you hurt me. Time and time again. I don’t know if I want to go through that pain again”.

“I know”, he sighed. “Do you still love me?”.

“Despite everything, yes”, you sighed.

“So isn’t it obvious? If you love me, and I love you? Doesn’t that mean we should give it another go?”.

“But sometimes love isn’t enough, Luke. Love doesn’t fix everything, I thought you knew that”.

“I know you are cautious, and I don’t blame you. I put you through hell, I know. And if this makes me sound like a broken record, so be it… I fuckin’ love you, Y/N. I have always loved you. Just you. Nothing will change that. Not even the years in between that I haven’t seen you. Not even the fact that I am not the same person who I was those years ago, when I treated you like shit. When I made you cry every night. I remember it well, Y/N, I haven’t forgotten. It seems you are impossible to forget”.

“I think you are impossible to forget too, Luke”, you sighed again. “I just….I don’t really know what to say to you. I don’t even know what’s going inside my head right now. I…I need a moment to figure everything out”.

“I’ll wait for you”, he promised.

You took quick glances at each other in the rain, and a small smile crept upon Luke’s lips. You were soaking wet, and wanted to go inside. Against all your instincts, you invited him into your apartment.

“Are you sure?”.

“Yeah”.

“Really?”.

“Come on in before I change my mind”.

—❦

Luke hadn't been in your apartment in three years, and his sudden presence in your own space felt a bit nerve-wracking. Only if he saw that you had kept the mugs he once bought you. And his Blink-182 shirt that you never bothered to give him back. And the necklace hanging on the bathroom shelf that he had bought you on your 2nd anniversary.

You had changed to a dry set of clothes, and offered Luke a towel to dry himself up.

Luke sat next to you on your living room couch, as far as he could on the limited space of the two-seater. The silence was unbearable, it was eating you up. You had rehearsed every little thing you would say to him when you’d see him, but now it felt like the thoughts you once had escaped you the very moment you tried to reach them. 

You had offered him tea, and were drinking some chamomile tea yourself. A few candles were burning on the top of your coffee table, next to a pile of books and the coffee mug you had left there this morning. 

Would you really go through this with him again? Was it worth the try? Was it foolish that a small part of you thought it could work out this time? Did he really mean everything he said? Could he support his words with his actions?

“When you said you aren’t the same person you were before, did you mean it?”, you asked, and blew the tea slightly before drinking it. 

“I did”.

“What did you mean by it?”, you placed the tea mug at the top of the coffee table. You looked at the candle burning beside it whilst Luke talked.

“That I’ve grown. I am not a stupid 24 year old anymore, Y/N. I know what’s important in life. I know what kind of man I want to be, and I am trying to reach that everyday”, he explained with a certain softness in his voice. This Luke was patient, calm; not like the passive-aggressive Luke you once knew.

“So growing up has changed you, huh?”, you frowned your eyebrows, and studied his hair, which had been bleached. You liked this look on him, he looked refreshed. And more mature.

“And losing you”.

Your lips parted slightly at the comment and you noticed how he was fiddling with his ring that adorned his left index finger. He still did that. 

“Luke…”, he looked up to you as he heard his name, and you continued, “why didn’t you fight for me?”.

The narrative in your head that you had created through the years was that he didn’t love or care about you enough. That he had lied to you every time you went to bed, when he whispered those three little words to you. 

“Because I knew you deserved something better. It was the right thing for me to do'', he offered you a sad smile.

You swallowed loudly, his words getting a hold of you. You were fighting off the tears, not wanting to show Luke how much it was still hurting. 

“But now, I know, or fuckin’ desperately hope I am the man you deserve”.

“Do you really think it could work out this time? Us?”.

“Yes.”

“How can you be so sure?”.

“‘Cause I am a stupidly huge hopeless romantic, I suppose”, he let out a small chuckle. Your lips curved into a smile, “And let me guess, you’re stupidly, hopelessly in love with me?”.

“You took the words out of my mouth”, he chuckled as you chuckled along with him. You had missed this. Hearing his adorable laughter. And laughing with him, hearing the sounds of your laughter blending in together like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“If we do this, hypothetically, of course, we should take it slow. Like extra slow?”.

”Yeah, of course. We wouldn’t want to rush a good thing, would we?”.

You smiled at his words, pleased with the fact he was on the same page as you. You would have never guessed, not even in a million years, that you’d discuss rekindling your old flame with the man that once tore up your heart. And that something inside you told you to trust him this time around. 

”Luke?”.

”Tell me”.

”I’ve missed you”, you confessed as if it was a sin, something you shouldn’t say out loud. Something that you could be punished for. 

”I’ve missed you too, Y/N”.

Something in you, some unimaginable force, wanted to throw yourself into his arms, and kiss him like you had never been apart. 

You could feel the tears forming in your eyes, and as you looked how soft and angelic Luke looked next to you, the tears began to stream down your face.

”Hey, hey… what’s going on, sweetheart?”, he inched towards you, and like a magnetic pull, you closed the gap between you. The proximity didn’t make you nervous, it felt like something that was bound to happen.

”I just..uh, fuck… I don’t know”, you managed to answer through the tears, ”Can you… hold me?”. He nodded, opened his arms and you placed your head against his beating chest. He wrapped his arms around you and your sobs grew more silent. He fondled your arm with his other hand, and you felt his face squished against your shoulder.

”Feeling better?”.

”Yeah. I’m sorry, I was just a bit overwhelmed, I guess”.

”Don’t worry about it. I get it”, he still stroked your arm gently, comforting you just the way you needed.

It all started to make sense. His light stubble against your bare shoulder, your black tank top perfectly matching with his, your steadily beating heart. 

You backed away from his embrace, the sides of your legs still touching one another. You sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, your fingers playing along with his, until Luke cleared his throat. 

”My mom asked about you the other day, by the way. Well, she didn’t really ask, I suppose, but she wished you were doing good. She loves you, y’know. You always knew how to make her laugh. And she loved how you used to watch The Bachelor with her, now no one wants to do it. And gosh, she never stops complaining about that, I mean -”

You pressed your tear-infused lips on Luke’s, and it took him a while to figure out what hell was going on, and when did, he brushed his lips softly against yours. His hands moved to hold your face and you placed your own behind the back of his neck. You started to grin into the kiss, you couldn’t help it, and soon realized Luke was doing the same as your teeth clashed along with his. A few giggles escaped both of your mouths, and you could practically feel the blood rushing through your veins. Luke closed the small gap between your lips, and for a while, you sat there in each other’s proximity.

”I want to try again, Luke”, you looked deeply into his baby blue eyes and found a sense of comfort in them.

”I want to do that too.. not like it was obvious or something”, he giggled. You loved his sudden nervousness, it was adorable. A large grin spread across your face, and faded as soon as you remembered the reality of your and Luke’s situation. Like you said it yourself, love doesn’t fix anything, not on its own. Did you and Luke have what it takes to make your relationship work again?

”How do we do… this?”.

”I don’t think there’s a manual for this, but we’ll figure it out together”, he kissed your temple.

So you promised each other you’d do everything in your power to make your relationship work again. That night you made up for the lost time, and talked about everything that had been going on in each other’s lives. You babbled about your work, and he listened to you like your voice was his favorite sound. He showed you his tattoos which he had gotten, and the lotus quickly became your favorite. You shared your traveling stories, and he told you what it was like to be on tour. And when you got emotional about missing him for so long, he got emotional too. And suddenly you were sobbing against each other, your legs entangled with his and his lips brushing over yours.

And when you woke up the next morning, with Luke’s arm hanging around your torso, you knew you had made the right choice.

© 2023 bloodhoundluke.

#luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings fluff #luke hemmings x you #5sos fanfiction #5sos imagine #5sos fanfic #luke hemmings angst

[bakunobakuyes]

I’m not going anywhere || Bakugou Katsuki

this is long, srry.

WARNINGS: smut, softdom bakugo, cursing, alcohol, verbal abuse

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

It’s not an empty floor you’d step into. Well, it's not supposed to be empty - third year students occupying the rdorms were downstairs, mingling, enjoying a small party. It's almost forgotten when you hear the thud against the thin wall,  coming for a room on the far left corner. The small hiss and growl of a “yes” and a “fuck” is something that seems to be filling the room. 

The smell of vanilla lingers in his room, engraving itself on his shirt. It's her fault. That goddamn shampoo and perfume she wears. That goddamn smell is too familiar to the aspiring hero. Even the smell of the vodka they had consumed seemed to be overpowered by the heavenly scent. 

The vanilla smell is clean-cutting compared to the smell of burnt caramel that stung her nostrils when she was close enough to him. It's not the sting that makes her stomach crunch in disgust. that was what made it weird. Self-control just did wonders for this girl. 

Self-control wasn't important now. That was evident as she dragged her fingernails down his back, drawing blood from the red marks that followed. It's rough; he likes it. You know how she can tell? There was no sickening sneer or taunting smirk when he let out a small gasp, teeth coming to clamp onto the skin on her shoulder. It takes almost everything in her not to give in when he shivers. 

They weren't supposed to be like this. How did they even end up like this? She's not supposed to want this. But she wants this. She wants the way his fingernails dig into the soft skin of her thighs, holding her up. She wants the groans he gives; the wet, sloppy kisses he gives on her neck, collarbone and any other place he thinks of.

There's a voice in the back of her head, whispering, "Wicked little girls like you grow up to be witchy women." every time she touches him. Like an old ghost, whispering in her ear. That same voice whispers that she is un-submitted and lustful as Jezebel, the Bible's famous wḣore. A male voice she knows all too well. She's been rebelling from that voice she had begun to walk. That voice tells her she was marked by sin; no matter how hard she scrubs every morning she will never be clean of it. 

She wants the feeling of her back hitting the wall behind her with every thrust - feeling him fill inside her. The thought itself was painfully terrific and made her want nothing more than just /this/. She wants to feel his lips against her skin; she wants the noises he makes with each thrust he gives her - feeling him pull out almost slowly and tortuously before slamming back into her. She wants the feeling of his ash blonde hair when she would fist it.

Their clothes are still on; both much too eager to remove articles. It's the only thing keeping them from really bruising each other with kisses, gripping, biting - anything you could think of when you have sex. The black skirt was shoved to wrap around her hips, underwear hanging around her ankle. The back of his shirt have a few traces of blood. No thanks to the girl between him and the damned wall of his bedroom. 

It's her voice drawling out, "Harder, fuck you, harder." as he pulls out tortuously slow before slamming back into her, going back to his fast, angry pace.  He shouldn't be too surprised. He still remembers the bruises on her neck made by teeth that he had seen one day at school. Teeth that aren’t his. Just the thought triggers an almost barbaric response, craving to make her his own.

It's her voice that told him as soon as they were done with this round, she was going to ride him so hard. It's her voice that is saying his name, causing flips from his stomach as that single word spilt through her lips.  

Oh God, shit, fuck - it was being slurred out. It just wasn't the girl saying it; it was the blonde dragging out the words. She's not the girl who makes guys say that. She's the girl who goes to guys so she can slur out those words. These feelings were indescribable, and she wishes there was a word to describe what she was feeling - describe what she hoped he was feeling. There wasn't.

There wasn't a word that could describe /them/. Both terrible with words; you could only imagine how easily that stopped them from expressing their feelings to each other. It's the only thing that stood in the way. They both know that. 

Soon enough they were on the bed, a second round in the process. 

She's the girl who watched. She watched everything go by without saying a damn thing. She's the girl whose father demanded that she would leave his home and move into the dorms, finding the long letters he had stuffed in her bag before she had left only saying, "God will eventually forgive her for her sins." She's the girl who kept her vulnerability secret. She's the girl who didn’t need anyone. She's the girl who enrolled in the hero course purely out of spite.

Only asking for one thing and one thing only - to never fall in love and ever endure a broken heart. It was a ridiculous want and maybe too cliche. But wanting this boy was ridiculous. He's not meant for her. He's too good - too powerful - for a girl like her. He simply wanted what all men wanted. No matter how many times he would tell her he wasn’t trying to be a friend to her she would never believe him. Not as long as he said it with that goddamn smug expression on his face. 

It was a fucking joke. Them fucking was a joke. They weren't meant to want each other. 

But they want. 

It's a feeling that seems to possess every inch of their bodies and minds; keeping them overwhelmed when near each other. You'd have to be insane to think it's mainly sexual. It's not mainly sexual when she wants to simply spend time with him. It's not mainly sexual when he breaks all the rules he  sets for herself for her. This isn't a mainly sexual relationship, but neither of them will say it. Regardless if this is the first time he's between her thighs, making her slur his name. 

That goddamn voice. It haunts his thoughts; leaving him to hear it everywhere. Regardless if she is present or not. He wonders why it's quiet when everything she said was laced with sarcasm, and unseen sadness seeping into every word. Goddamn it. She doesn't trust him enough to even admit that there's something between them. He doesn't have the ability to open his mouth to say something that wasn’t laced with faux hostility that hid his aching vulnerability.

He should be fucking someone else, but he still chooses her out of all people. he shouldn't even be interested in her, but he is. Why? She wouldn't ever know. She doesn't understand him. He shouldn't be fucking her, goddamn it! She shouldn't be the girl he crawls on top of, creating a fast-paced rhythm as he hoists her legs around his waist. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall, stroking his ego. 

She sees it, and it makes her wonder if he had genuine feelings for her. She'd be a silly, little girl if she thought he didn't. You bet your ass she's that silly, little girl. The girl with striking eyes doesn't believe she is worthy of love, for she had grown up with that being forced into her head. Her brothers even suffering the same fate before her. They were all doomed from the start. 

Why would she drag him into this fiery pit of destruction? 

The clothes that had once stood in the way of them being completely intimate had been discarded quickly like a drunken stumble, the location meaning nothing to the two intoxicated teens acting upon their feelings rather than expressing it through words.

It's the feeling of ecstasy that overwhelms her when he sits back, pulling her into his lap. He's still buried inside her, his hand grasping her breast as the other grasped her hip to lead her. Her eyes close as she nuzzles her face in the crook of his neck, a moan expressing the feeling of pleasure she feels. His lips messily leave kisses among her collarbone and neck, wanting nothing more to make his mark. He wanted everyone to know that she was his. There's no being courteous and saving her from the possibility of covering up the hickeys. 

He's coming close to his peak, she feels his movements quicken. It makes her want more, so she whines for it. Her nails dig into his skin as he leads. His thumb is working against her cłit, working to get her to her own peak. He knows he's just driving her insane, and he loves it. She's made him work for this, and it feels good. He just won't say those words. Besides, he still has a reputation to protect. 

"I ca-can-" she sputters out, before giving a silent cry as she reaches her climax. Her teeth clamping down on the skin of the eighteen year old she was straddling.

He promised her an empty floor after escaping the party, both shit-faced. She doesn't care. Moaning loudly on a usually occupied floor like this? Her voice would carry and the thought of her voice carrying made her sick to her stomach. Well, she didn't trust the privacy he promised her. 

He cums shortly after her, riding his climax. He’s no longer able to control his aggression. His fingernails dug into her hips; his teeth clamping down onto the skin of her collarbone. There's a metallic taste stinging his taste buds; then he knows that he has drawn blood. He pulls away from the tiny master piece on his lap and stares at her for a moment or two. That's when he presses a kiss to her lips; a well-deserved kiss that hopefully sent all the overwhelming feelings he felt for this girl.     

The morning comes all too soon. The sun wasn't fully up, but she awaken by the light blue peaking through his closed curtains. Her head lifts from the pillow, seeing if he was still there. He was, but he wasn't facing her. His back was to her, lightly snoring. And, the realization that she fell asleep before she could get to her own room is a hard blow. 

This wasn't supposed to happen. They were past that, and she knew that. There was no way of avoiding it, but it doesn't mean she won't try running away from whatever it was she was feeling for him. That thought only reminds her of who she used to be before he obnoxiously and aggressively stepped into her life - she wasn't the one who ran away. She avoided conflict.

She felt like she was betraying herself when she got out of the bed. The feeling makes her stomach crunch in embarrassment. Shit. Why did she want to fucking stay? They weren't a couple; she shouldn't have even slept over! She crept around his room, dressing in the discarded clothes from the night before. The light snoring stops just as she is about to take her first step out of his room.

They both pretend he's still asleep. 

It's only how it starts

The second time he's ambushed in the bathroom during a class. It's empty, expect for the snarky girl who had shoved this crude bastard, locking the door behind them. To be safer, she puts her hands on his chest to push him into a stall. The both of them barely fit. He's a big guy; the breadth of his shoulders take up most of the confined space. Thank the Gods for the petite girl, because if it weren't for her, well, they probably wouldn't be doing what they're doing. 

It seems to be serious when she grabs his t-shirt, pulling him down to her eye-level, her mouth to his ear. "Next time you grab my ass when I'm talking to Cementoss while you're passing, I'll kick your ass." she threaten half-heartedly and haughtily into his ear. 

Even if she was being serious, he wouldn't have taken her seriously. Not when she's pressed up against him, already having her hand in his pants. 

He doesn't reply to her; all he does is scoff. It's short lived, because as soon as he begins it, her fingers wrap around his dick and stroking him steadily. A smug grin appears across her lips as he writhes, fumbling to stabilize himself along the slick surface of the stalls. It’s infuriating. He wants to mark her. He wants her to feel him - to know she's his. He mostly wants to wipe that smug look off of her face. He  bares his teeth and snaps at her mouth to her lower lip between them. 

He cums in her hand, his hands gripping her hips so tightly he's sure he's bruised her through that skirt. He presses his lips against hers tenderly after he finishes his release. It seems so unlike him that she questions it almost immediately. It makes her want to rip away from him, yell at him this isn't what she wanted from him. But, she figured this is who he really is: thumb to her cheek, lips on hers, a bit of a superhero, a bit of a bleeding heart. She wants to hate it, but she can't. 

So, she's gone. She leaves before he has the chance to say anything, shoving out of the stall. She leaves before he even has the chance to reciprocate 

The next few weeks seem to go smoothly between the two. They walk together, sit together; she doesn’t piss him off that much. He even once kicked the back of her knees when she wasn’t looking, swiftly catching the girl in his arms, though, she hits and curses him for it. It always made him laugh. There was nothing more entertaining than watching her flustered with heated cheeks. 

People notice their “friendship” - as far as they knew. Unsurprisingly, people have little hope for them. She doesn’t fit into his life - the life of someone climbing to the number one position. He shouldn’t waste his time for the undecided girl. It seems like she’s the only one who realizes that. He should want a girl who has a high chance of achieving the things he wants, not a probable hero course dropout like her brother. She’s not worth the trouble of being a distraction. 

They skip lunches, escaping to the rooftop They don’t seem to mind spending so much time with together anymore; they used to be hesitant to even go anywhere alone together as if their presences bothered each other.  Most of the time, it doesn’t. 

 Most of the time he just drags her to the stairwell and fucks her against the wall or the stairs,  breaking the skin of her elbows in little cuts. Sometimes they make it up to the rooftop, and have their way there. He fucks her with his fingers, wanting to tease her and make her feel the way she makes him feel when she uses her hands. He fucks her with his tongue, his dick twitching his pants every time he hears his name escape her mouth. Both his fingers and tongue tease. One licking up and down her torso, as the middle and index of his fingers circle around her cłit. They do this until she's whining for it. 

There's something about the way she holds a book, or just fucking sits there in that stupid desk. The way her eyes focus on whatever she may be doing, always crossing her legs. There's something about the way she runs the tip of her tongue over her lower lip to moisten it. There's only so much a man can take. 

There's only so much a man can take when some douche bag in class b approaches her, this smile on his face and hope in his eyes. She may look uninterested, but that is exactly how she looked when they first met and look at them now. Nevertheless, this guy must have been talking about something she was interested in because the douche bag got her to give this smile - the one he earns. It cuts the deepest, because he knows he can't do anything. She's not his. She doesn't belong to anyone, and it frustrates him. But that frustration subsides when she walks away from this douche bag, her braid exposing the hickies he’s given her. 

She’s his. 

There's a better chance of their clothes thrown across the room, with him tangled between her legs and her nails clawing into his back. This was one of the times where they were clothed. He was laying on his bed on his stomach, with her sitting on his butt and legs in a criss-cross position. A notebook by his shoulders with another beside them, her eyes shift between them, scribbling down notes. 

"Fuckin' Cementoss." she cursed their teacher, copying down the notes as his eyes flutter open and closed. She shakes her head, her eyes flickering up at the back of his blonde-haired head. 

He's almost asleep, but when he doesn’t move, he feels the thud of a notebook hitting the back of his head. "Motherfuc-" he stops shouting mid-sentence, reaching behind him with the one arm that wasn't supporting his head to nudge her a little. “What’s your fucking problem, you fucking brat?"

The remark earns nothing more than a roll of her eyes as she leans forward, hovering over him as she snatches the pillow he's using, “I’m no brat, you’re the brat. Next time you call me that, I’ll beat you to a pulp." He’s rubbing off on her. It only makes him grin into his arm

"Cocksucker."

"Sadist." 

He wriggles around underneath her when she sits back on his ass, writing down something. She scoffs at him, placing her hands down on his bare-back. "I'm not going to sodomize you, Jesus." 

He snorts, "Just seems like the natural progression of things, you little brat.”

She rolls her eyes, tossing her things aside, bending her head and licks a stripe up his spine just to sink her teeth into the muscle at the base of his skull. He jerks underneath her, a loud curse is shouted. She looks down at him darkly, although he can't see. "Don't joke."

He opens his mouth to spit out a threat, but doesn’t say a thing, he's far too distracted by the way her fingers are gently messaging his scalp. He can't see, but she's studying the details of him. He's no secret to her. Sometimes she wishes that he knew that. She admires him; he didn't know that either. Soon he’s asleep, but she doesn’t mind.

A few days later she’s heading to her dorm. It's no surprise that she was with him. She has the red marks on her neck to prove it; the bruises on the soft skin of her thigh. She wasn't sure if this was what falling in love was. It frighten her that she had become this comfortable with a person before. It fucking scared her. She stops when she hears voices around the corner saying her name.

“Does she really think he actually likes her? It’s a little sad.” 

“Why would he be into someone who ranking so low?”

With that the Class B girls make their way down the hallway, leaving the girl speechless. She doesn’t say anything - it's not like she could anyway. How did they know? In school as far as anyone knew they were friends. Nothing more. Well, the people who assumed they were fucking were right, but nothing had ever been answered. They weren't romantically affection to each other in public - well, actually, he was hugged once. Other than that? Nothing. 

As she turned around and unlocked the door, she wiped some tears that escaped her eyes. Shit. She was crying? What was this? . As she packs an overnight bag with the intention of staying with her brother, she knows they are right. She didn't say anything to her brother once she goes through the front door, unannounced. She just walks past him, going straight to the guest bedroom room, slamming and locking the door, ignoring his voice. She exhaled, her lower lip quivering. 

He wasn't meant for her. No matter how much they enjoyed each other’s company or not. They were never going to end up together; no matter how much they tried. He was going to end up with someone who was worthy. Someone as smart as he was, ambitious. Their end was inevitable. Didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. She crawls into bed after getting rid of the clothing she's wearing.

It's almost an instinct when she pulls out her phone and dials his number. She's in bed, huddled against her pillow as the rings go on. 

“What do you want, little brat?” 

She didn't answer; she bites onto her lip, debating whether to say anything or just hang up. 

"You there, dumbass?” 

And, it's a final decision when she presses the end button to the call and closes her eyes.

He’s not meant for you anyway.

It's the little patter she hears that wakes her up hours later. She squeezes her eyes shut, expecting it to be her brother actually knocking on the door, but nothing comes. She realizes that it's coming from her window. The hell? She sits up, holding a hand to her forehead and sighs to herself. “It’ll stop” she thinks to herself as she lays back down. It's still going - the patter. Then she realizes what's going on. She rolls her eyes, getting out of bed. 

There he was in all his glory, standing there with pebbles in his hand, crimson eyes narrowed, face twisted in a scowl. 

"I am not your Juliet, jackass." she mutters before opening it to see the stupid teenager.  "Do you realize the time it is? Oh, and that we aren’t in a Nicholas Sparks melodrama? No? Well, you’re going to break curfew.”

Regardless of the time and how she feels, she lets him come inside after bickering. Though, her appearance isn't something he's ever seen before. A face clean of makeup, a over-sized sweater and sweats, her unruly hair up in a messy bun. She looks like a completely different person, but he says nothing. He steps into the apartment he's been to before. She ushers him to the bedroom, hoping that neither of them would wake up her brother. 

She closes the door behind her, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want?" she asks, watching him. 

“What’s with the attitude, dumbass?” he questions, glaring. 

"You need to leave." she told him honestly, "I don't think we should do this anymore - whatever we're doing." 

He looks at her with a bored expression now, “Another tantrum, brat?” he drawls out, but then she moves to unlock and open her door to kick him out. “Alright, idiot, relax.” he stands up and goes to her, one hand closing her door and the other hand going to her waist, but she shrugs him off. 

Now he knows she's being serious. This isn't couldn't be good. This was destruction waiting to happen; he should have seen this coming. She stares off at the wall, arms crossed over her chest insecurely. He knows that look anywhere. Her eyebrows are furrowed and there are little wrinkles on her forehead; her lower lip being clenched by teeth. What was going through her mind at this point? 

“I’m not kidding. This is boring. I’m over it.”

“No one gets bored of me.” He grunts,, hands now in his pockets. “Where’s this shit coming from?” his question leaves her questioning herself even more. 

"You're not going to stay," the girl finally tells him after minutes of silence, staring at him with empty eyes. 

It's not even a minute that goes by when he has his lips on hers, cupping her face, expecting her to throw him off and yell at him to get out; they were done - what "they" were. She defies logic; she kisses him back, mouth opening under the pressure of his tongue, hand sliding down to pull him in. It's him that's backing them up, searching for the bed, and eventually make contact, landing on top of her and kissing her neck. Pinned once again, she doesn't care anymore. She's too lost into the kiss to care. She wants his mouth on her, so she pulls him away from her and captures it with her own, tongue thrusting it and out, twining it with his. She's moan, knee pushing up through his thigh's, rubbing hard against his dick. He rocks down, breathes heavy through his nose. 

She's blanketed in his weight, his warmth, the miles of smooth skin hiding below his clothes. She knows this body. She knows what his bare chest feels like under the flat of her palm. She knows the strength of his arms when wrapped around her, lifting her from the ground. She knows how he can go from a weapon to a lover in a instant. She's not ready to say goodbye, but it's better now than later. But it's much harder when he has his hands up her sweater, familiarizing itself 

"No," she whispers, pulling back from his lips, shaking her head in the slightest. "No, Katsuki."

He cups her face, thumb caressing her cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, idiot.” he assures her.

“Oh my God, I am in a melodrama.”

#bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #bakugo smut #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou angst #katsuki bakugo #bakugo angst #my hero academia

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Love on the Line - Part 2

I hope y’all are ready for the heartache because this chapter absolutely destroyed me. Please read the warnings because this chapter does deal with quite a few heavy issues along with ripping your heart to shreds. Let me know if you’d be interested in another part? Thank you all for the read! Part 1 HERE

Masterlist

Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: 2360

Warnings: heartbreak, break-up, language, mention of self harm, pure unadulterated angst 

******************

Today was a day where she just wanted solace though the impending doom of forethought clouded her every sense. She wanted to blink and will the world around her to magically disappear enjoying her descent into darkness. Y/N sought to feel anything at all but alas she felt wholly empty. It was slowly but surely killing her, picking her apart piece by fucking piece. She hadn’t had the chance to speak with him, hear his once soothing voice on the other end of the phone. Just nonchalant texts messages brimmed with no meaningful purpose. But is that what she wanted the entire time? Possibly so. 

That’s what made her friends poke into her business, snoop until they found an answer worthy of their liking. Y/N knew how to play their games and say whatever it took to make them stop their line of questioning. It was her equivalent of mourning the future she mapped out. Her phone chimed alerting Y/N of its annoying presence. ‘Catching a connecting flight out of LAX to meet with Danny and, finally heading home baby! ETA tomorrow late afternoon.’

Great, there was no stopping his arrival now that he was officially coming home.

She had so many grand plans in her dreams, promises of a life she now questioned if she ever wanted at all. The blade felt cool against her skin, she begged for the sweet release for the air latched in her lungs to be set free, but no such luck today. Old habits die hard. Blood dribbled onto the marble sink as relief flooded her system, endorphins pumping as her vision momentarily darkened. For a second, all was calm and she relished in the fleeting feeling. Y/N finally released the breath scratching at her lungs. She was anxious and just wanted to sleep away the day while morph into her sheets.

Curiously, she didn’t remember when she became exhausted. She didn’t remember when exhausted was no longer exhausted, and it just was. The tiredness seeped in her bones and she accepted this state of being with utter apathy. Y/N frowned down at the piece of jewelry that once sparked joy, reminiscing on the night Henry proposed. Now the ring on her finger was beginning to weigh too much for her to fathom. So, Y/N did what was best and sadly slide the diamond off her ring finger and back into its elegant box.

~The Next Day~

             Y/N paced their chic living room floor awaiting his and Kal’s arrival. Mentally prepping herself over the strong points to hit in their conversation trying to build her courage and morale. This would be easier if I wasn’t in love with him. Just then, she heard the sound of the garage door open and an engine decease. It was now or never. Realistically, Y/N knew she couldn’t keep a straight face for very long but at the same moment so ached for his touch, for his gentle kiss, and for one more unscathed instance. She inhaled deeply and soothed her nerves to the best of her ability. The front door opened, the pitter patter of paws hit the ground first, greeting her with overwhelming enthusiasm. Y/N kneeled to Kal’s level letting the dog lick her cheek powerless to the loyal Akita before her.

“Darling, where you are?” His voice echoed through the foyer in search of Y/N as he found her with Kal. He rushed towards her, wrapping his arms in a warm embrace and brought her close. He buried himself in the column of her neck kissing a trail of the gentle kisses and inhaled. Everything about this woman lit his insides of fire and now she was tangible, a reality he was more than happy to clasp on to. Hands finding his tamed locks, Y/N intertwined her fingers pulling him in leaving no space between their bodies. Stay strong. Stay focused Y/N.

“Is it even possible to miss one’s smell?”

“You’re home.”

Y/N stepped out of his warmth missing the fleeting scowl etched on Henry’s face.

“Can I get you anything to drink; Scotch possibly? I’m dying for a drink.”

Henry couldn’t put his finger on it but something didn’t feel right. As she reached the wet bar, he took in her appearance. She had lost weight; her bones were noticeable now. She turned his direction with glasses in hand. Her cheekbones were too pronounced, she quite frankly looked …fragile?

“Here you go, babe. Welcome home.”

His hand clasped over hers holding her stare before retrieving the glass.

The liquor deliciously burned down her throat. He refused to bite his tongue any longer; “Y/N, is something the matter?”

She ogled the bronzed liquid in her glass before clearing her throat; “Yes.” Henry’s eyebrows raised in concern reaching out to her as Y/N took a step out of reach.

He barely heard her before a whimper left her; “Please don’t touch me, Hen.”

Bewilderment override his body leaving his brain in the dust.

“Love, what’s wro—” Before he could finish, his phone beeped notifying him of an incoming message. He reached in his back pocket wanting to silence the damned thing before reading who it was from.

‘Anya: Make it home safe? I’m lying in bed alone and can’t help but think of your taste. See you soon?’

Y/N watched in disbelief at his attention pulled elsewhere. So much so that she didn’t comprehend the glass shattering onto the tile floor and blood sliding down her wrist. She clenched her fist in blinded anger reminding herself of the pain as the shard dug deeper into her flesh.

“I’m standing right in front of you. I always have and yet you refuse to even acknowledge me. I can’t even maintain your attention god forbid you put your phone down for five minutes. How do you think that feels when the one person you’re in love with can’t even give you the time of day?”

He drank in her disheveled appearance, her blotted checks streaked with tear stains, her messy hair from constantly running her fingers through, and lastly, the hurt that lay just behind her blue irises. He’d never hated himself more than in this moment. Ever so gently he leaned closer into her frame craving her closeness but she remained a step further. She ducked away in disgust swatting his hand from reaching her face. Henry attempted to cover up the shock from overtaking his chiseled features. He’d never seen her so on fire in their entirety as a couple.

“I said don’t fucking touch me. You sicken me. Is that what you wanted to hear, huh? Do you think it’s fun being invisible to the one person I thought had my back?” She refused to hold back her emotions anymore allowing the storm to overflow.

“YN... please let me...”

“What? Let you explain? What possible bullshit are you about to spew in hopes of changing my mind?”

“I love you. Don’t ever underestimate my feelings for you.” 

Sighing, she inhaled a much-needed breath of air before composing herself, at least to the best of her abilities; “Henry. Stop. Please, I’m begging you. My chest feels as if it’s been pried open and my heart ripped from my body. My blood boils through my veins yet is tinged with ice. You’re breaking me into a million little pieces. You must see what you’re doing to me.”

Melancholy dripped from her voice as he silently berated himself, shaking his head in defeat. His eyes glazed over slightly in an attempt to find his own composure, to quill the manic pounding residing in his chest. If he were being honest, it had been quite some time since he last looked at Y/N. Genuinely looked at her. No facetime, no phone calls. And she was right, she was ripping at the seams. How had he not noticed? The chilled atmosphere left the pair suffocating, grasping onto their last truth of reality as quietness laid between them. 

“You pride yourself on your so-called honesty. So, now’s your time! ...are the rumors true?”

Henry’s eyes immediately averted to the cement ground below wishing to buy himself another second of borrowed time. But with no such luck, he let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realize had been lodged in his lungs. 

“Yes. But I didn’t sleep with her.” 

YN bit her lip to keep a wail from slipping out making her insides inflate with sadness. She knew it was all too good to be true. Her stomach churned at the mere mention of her name.

She sniffled trying to look anywhere but at the handsome god displayed in front of her but to no avail met his calm blue eyes awaiting hers. 

“Okay.”

“Okay? That’s all you have to say?” 

Y/N’s fight was fast depleting and she wasn’t sure how long her energy would remain before perching upon empty. If she was being honest, all she wanted to do was bury her head into his warm chest willing his past mistakes away and reuniting them with their life...the life they built together. But that was no longer an option she could look forward to any longer. He made damn sure of that before returning home from filming. And worse, TMZ had the pictures to rub salt in her fresh wounds. 

Her silence was killing him increasing his anxiety foolproof. 

“Please Y/N say something, anything! I deserve your wrath and anger. A shout would be better than nothing.”

But to his surprise, she remained frozen unable to show what was running through her mind. 

“There’s nothing left to say. You made a choice and with that said choice allowed for the entirety of our relationship to simply vanish. I deserve wholesome and unconditional love, not some half-ass attempt. It must’ve been so lonely in Budapest for you that you just had to fuck somebody else. I totally get it.” Her sarcastic tone finally freeing her most inner thoughts.  

“I didn’t have sex with her! Woman, listen to the words I’m saying.”

“Don’t you dare patronize me. Look me in the fucking eyes Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill and tell me what happened.”

“A silly mistake. We had just wrapped and headed out to a local pub down the way. It had this amazing terrace and all I could think is about how much you would’ve enjoyed the view, the architecture of the city. Drinks led to shots and before I knew it, someone pushed me into a bathroom stall. I remember hearing the lock click, Anya tugging at my belt, and not having the restraint to push her away. I closed my eyes and pictured you, I swear it. God woman, I missed you. It wasn’t until I came that I realized it wasn’t you.”

“Did you ever even maybe think about how I get being hundreds of miles away from you? That maybe I was just as lonely. But guess what? I didn’t go to a bar and stick my tongue down anyone’s throat. Jesus, Henry, I’m not even sure I even crossed your mind. Do tell me though; are you apologizing because you got caught or because you feel bad?”

His question left her stunned. This wasn’t how he saw this scenario playing out in his head. Y/N glanced down at the beautiful ring residing on her delicate finger. The one she had forced herself to put on that morning. The diamond ring she once so blindly admired now felt like a ton of bricks forcing her stomach to stir with resentment. 

“Filming was chaotic and I just slipped. A fucking lapse in judgement. I’m an asshole Y/N but you must know how much I regret causing you any amount of pain. 

“Temptation is an impossible beast to tame. But worry no more for you are a free man now.” 

“That isn’t what I want.”

She smirked at him before letting out a loud huff; “Sometimes we don’t always get what we want. In this case, we’re both losers.” 

Henry shook his head in disagreement unable to process her words before she spoke again; “Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.”

“Don’t say that my love. Please give me another chance. We can work through this; I know deep in my bones there is no one else for me in this life.”

“To what Henry? To make a fool out of me once more? To show the world your power of forgiveness?”

“Be rational Y/N. I asked you to fucking marry me for god’s sake. I want you as my wife, to be by my side!”

Her throat dried at his words of admittance. It was still her dream too. When she closed her eyes YN pictured him in a wonderfully fitted tux waiting for her but now he had trampled her trust.

“I, I want to be the last person who ever kisses you… Please, hear me out. I know that sounds weird, like some sort of death threat.” Henry continued to stumble in attempt to find the words his brain was spewing; “This is it for me, darling.”

His words sunk into her encapsulating her very presence. It was everything and more she had craved to hear. But now his pretty words were tinged with guilt and cheapness leaving a bitter taste on her tongue.

“You’re not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I made you feel. And you’ve definitely proved that others can make you feel the same just as easily. Stop playing the victim. You did a shit thing and it kinda makes you a shit person now. The sooner you accept that the easier it will be to comes to terms with your new reality. The one without me in it.”

Before Henry fully processed her words, he suddenly felt an object being placed into his right palm. Her slender fingers atop his before throwing him a pitiful frown. Slowly prying his hand open, the glimmer of the engagement ring laid desolate as blood bombarded his eardrums. After all, how often do we get a second chance?

 -------

Tags: @maggiemoo1892​ @thedeadhearted​ @giveusbackourbucky​ @elinalfrida​ @thereisa8ella​ @henry-cavlll​ @onlyhenrys​ @threeminutesoflife​ @princess-of-riviaa​ @omgkatinka​ @littlefreya​

#my writing #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #love on the line #angst #fanfiction #henry cavill angst #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction #update #henry x reader

[hailbop1701]

ReaperXFem!Reader

Doom: To Hell And Back

Epilogue: Pinky Promise?

*Gasp!* two in one night/day?! Here it is everyone the final chapter! I promise this time. Next we'll have to see what happens with Reaper!Kennex and his Guardian Angel! 😘

Happy New Year my loves! Let's make it a good one this time, eh?

-H❤🖖

Seven Years Ago: 

Mission: Classified

Location: Classified 

Your breath came out in cool white puffs as you ran through the snow-covered forest. A small child gripped onto your coat as you bobbed and weaved through the trees. She babbled in Russian tears streaming down her cheeks, she screamed as gunshots followed you. 

Huffing you skidded to a halt at the edge of a cliff, snow and rocks tumbled to the icy river below. The little girl whimpered and shook in your arms,

“It’s gonna be okay sweetie,” you whispered hoping to convey reassurance. Bullets whizzed past you making you duck and turn so the child didn’t get hit. The angry shouts spurred on the crazy idea that you had been mulling over. 

“Here goes nothing,” you growled and jumped off the cliff. 

You gasped at the cold biting into you, the breath in your lungs flew out of you like air out of a balloon. Holding onto the little girl you broke the surface of the churning river; the girl coughed and spluttered, her teeth chattering. “Crow!” a few voices shouted, looking over you saw your team running alongside the bank trying to desperately figure out how you fish you from the freezing water. Dipping under the water again you barely felt the hand that grabbed the back of your vest. Breaking the surface you took a deep breath, the girl screamed and cried in fear. Coughing you did the best to shush and soothe her, “It’s-it’s okay,” your teeth chattered. Multiple hands pulled you from the icy water and dragged you to the bank of the river. 

Your CO leaned over you with an amused crooked smile on his lips, “Did you really have to disappear like that?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. You snorted a hysterical laugh, “Siberia Hunter, I needed to become a ghost,” 

Hunter grunted and shook his head, “Warn me next time will yeh?” 

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

One Year after Olduvai

Mission: Survive

Location: Classified

You watched the crowd casually, your sundress a pop of color against your skin. The coffee set in front of you had long since gone cold. Dark hazel eyes watched you from across the table, 

“What John?” you asked with a sigh rolling your head in his direction. John smirked tapping the bistro table with a single finger. He didn’t say anything, just watched you like you the most fascinating thing in the world. 

“John,” you grumbled and the man sat up from his slouching position. “You’re leaving,” he whispered, he didn’t phrase it like a question. There were no anger, malice, or accusations in his tone; just sadness. You winced anyway heart cracking a fraction, swallowing you looked down at your forgotten coffee. 

“I have to,” you mumbled, the cafe awning did nothing to combat the heat that surrounded you. John gritted his teeth, “You don’t,” he ground out frustration evident.

You shot him a look, “John it’s dangerous when we’re together, we’ve almost been caught four times in the past six months.” you hissed leaning forward. He followed your actions so you were inches apart; there was a fire in his eyes and he didn’t want to let go. He deflated in defeat when your words rang true. You brushed a strand of hair off of his forehead, “Get a haircut,” you advised making him chuckle and shake his head. Smiling you leaned over the table, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, “I’ll miss you,” you whispered. 

John cupped your cheek eyes searching yours, “Promise I’ll see you again,” 

You grinned at him and held out your pinky, John snorted another laugh before intertwining his pinky with yours. “Promise. You’re my best friend John, I need you in my fucked up life,” you snickered. The man in front of you grinned back at you, “Yeah we need to make a club,” he groused with a roll of his eyes. Your hands fell apart as you stood, “We’ll make t-shirts,” you joked grabbing your back. John looked sad again as he watched you round the table to his side, “We’ll see each other again,” you kissed his head again. You drifted into the crowd easily getting lost within it. You had both promised each other a long time ago that you would never say “Goodbye,” 

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

Five Years after Olduvai: Present Day

Mission: Destroy remaining ARKS

Location: Egypt 

You scowled behind the black cloth that covered your mouth as the sandstorm continued. “How much longer?” you shouted over the wind. Your contact held up five fingers as he primed the charges. Setting your jaw you squinted out toward Cairo, ‘God I hope Cooper is still doing his damn job,’ you prayed silently. Looking back down the stone corridor again you saw that your contact and demo expert run toward you holding his baseball cap in place with one hand. “Oh this so illegal,” he squealed, running past you to get to the camels as fast as possible. Rolling your eyes you silently follow him only stumbling forward as a blast rocked the giant Sphynx. “Sorry, buddy, greater good and all that,” you sighed as stone crumbled down from the monument. You hefted yourself onto the camel just as your phone buzzed, 

“Hello,” 

“(Y/N),” Hunter’s voice made you freeze, and your breath quicken. “Hunt wha-” you scrambled to figure out what was wrong. The man shushed you easily, “I’m fine, kid but it’s John,” 

You choked, “Is he hurt again? I-” you gasped out directing your camel to the city, making it go as fast as it could. You remembered when John got hurt a couple of years ago, his coma made you a wreck. You hated yourself for leaving again the way you did but you overstayed your welcome and your job of making sure he was taken care of was done. His bloodwork modified and his prosthetic paid for. Your heart pounded in your ears, eyes stinging with tears and sand. 

Hunter took a breath, “He’s fine. The UAC, they know where he is. They sent contract killers,” you growled into the phone, the low rumble in your chest made Hunter chuckle nervously. “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” 

“I know you will kiddo, usual paperwork is in the terminal. Locker 170-I, code is your birthday,” 

You hung up the phone and abandoned your camel on the outskirts of the city with an affectionate pat and a kind family. Dumping your phone you headed straight for the airport with one person on your mind. 

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

Five Years After Olduvai: Present Day

Mission: Live

Location: “The City”

John clutched his mug of coffee like it was a lifeline, the hot liquid warmed his hands as the snow fell in big flakes. “ The report on the last body indicates that the woman was completely drained of her blood and she was displayed in a public place for several hours before anyone noticed that she was really dead,” a voice piped up from beside him. John hummed at his android partner Dorian before taking a tentative sip of his coffee, “That’s just what we need, another serial killer,” he grumbled sarcastically into his cup. 

Dorian opened his mouth to sass back but John had abruptly stopped in his tracks. The man spun around looking at his surroundings, coffee forgotten on the ground, a distinct smell filled his nose. A scent he would recognize anywhere. Oranges, old books, and jasmine, “(Y/N)” he whispered scanning the crowd. He caught a glimpse of what he thought was you but you seemed to disappear like a mirage, 

"John, you okay man?" Dorian placed a gentle steady hand on John's shoulder dragging him out of his trance. The scent of you faded away like a pleasant dream, "I'm okay, just thought I saw an old friend," he whispered sadly. Pulling off Dorian's worried hand he continued leaving the empty coffee mug on the ground. 'What would I do for you?' He asked himself sourly the image of you laughing entering the forefront of his mind.

You looked down from a rooftop heart racing. Two bodies lay at your feet heads twisted at an unnatural angle. Tearing your eyes away from John you eyed the city wall and then glanced down at the dead men, "What I would do for you?" you asked tiredly. 

"I would do everything," 

The echo of two voices floated across the city, only to be heard by the falling snow.

Tags:

@thottiewithashotgun

@lauraaan182

@writerdee1701

@dw-writes

@marvelouslytrekking

@stileslover13-blog

#doom 2005 #john grimm #john grimm x reader #reaper x reader #reader insert #hailey the queen of typos

[sole-cuore-amore-e-droga]

Belgium brings their ex-vocalist back to Rotterdam 2021

Here we chop chop boys like we chop chop wood

This review space would’ve been reserved for Belarus. Unfortunately, their broadcaster was not ready to make nice, and ultimately refused to serve EBU with anything but not-even-so-thinly-veiled propaganda, so much so that EBU, after all they’ve given the time for them for to snap out of it, finally had to be like “bye bitch” (- Lizzo) with enough push from the fandom, and informed everyone that Belarus will miss this year’s contest <3

Which means that I don’t have to deal with 41, but with 39 writeups to do overall, if my timing permits! The Roop could’ve always used a little less competition, anyway /j

Speaking of The Roop’s competition, time to aim at another one of their semifinal folk with a review. Come forth, Belgium!

ARTIST & ENTRY INFO

Hooverphonic, eventhough they’re not as big of a name as Flo Rida, is the biggest act to compete in this year’s Eurovision, and even had lasted longer as a thing than Flo Rida. He barely even got his proper famous kickstart around in the 2000s. Hoover have been around at least for 5 years more than him, if “Years active” section on Wikipedia is anything to go by. And back then they were just known as Hoover, correct. Their lineup of singers has changed for quite some time, but otherwise the band since its inception is rooted in basically two men: Alex Callier and Raymond Geerts. They used to have a keyboardist too but was he a part of their glory years in 2000? No? Thought so, he’s irrelevant then. In fact, their first vocalist wasn’t even present on their first album, so they went to have another one, who did just one album with them before 2000 and left. Now I’m only constantly and consistently bringing up 2000 because that’s when they had their break out moment in relevancy - after they changed their singer once more before they found someone called Geike Arnaert - the woman you’re seeing on the MV’s thumbnail right now, and not someone certain for whom there was a public outcry for she is the only Hooverphonic component that’s not coming back from 2020 to 2021. But more on that later. I’m here to present you the break-out hit, for those who just don’t know:

I used to like to think of Hoovers as trip-hop sensations, well not in the style of Massive Attack because they have their trip-hop sound with actual hip hop thrown in, Hooverphonic’s style is that but with a tinge of symphonic.

Well, “Mad About You” wasn’t really the only hit they had, before that they got a bunch of minor and domestic hits, and their music was used for soundtracks. So it’s a little bit cheating still to think of “Mad About You” as their breakout hit, but that’s still the biggest song of the band. If I were to recommend you stuff from them that aren’t necessarily the biggest hits but still, “The Night Before” with yet another one of their vocalists is pretty good.

So when I tell you that Hooverphonic is a band of a very long career. Well some bands do survive a lot without having their lineup change for 10+ years, but Hooverphonic vocalistes come and go sometimes, and for 2020 forray, when they were first announced, they came in to that talk show studio where they were guests in with a promising little starlet Alex Callier found at The Voice Belgium (for the Flanders region) and was her mentor there, Luka Cruysberghs, as their current vocalist.

Is it just me or her and Stefania Liberakakis look like they could be cousins?

All went smooth and dandy, until Alex started spouting stuff about Eurovision the fans found not amusing, such as calling Eurovision a circus or something, later begging and pleading to medias that his statement was “lost in translation” - now I would say it happens to the best of us, like for Tornike, but deep inside I think I know Alex meant what he meant, inside or outside context. Because everything just went even more sour when everyone found out Hooverphonic were missing from the common song “Love Shine a Light” for the 2020 consolation programme in place of Eurovision, and when they were forced to explain, Alex just straight up said he didn’t like the song, so he decided to not do it. Fuck, I myself don’t adore the 1997 winning song, but I like it, and would’ve still done a piece of that song out of respect. Take it or leave it, god damn. Also they were noted to be the only people plugging in their other material in the time when Eurovision 2020 artists on the consolation programme were either saying inspirational stuff or “hope to see you soon!” or a combo of both, once again, courtesy of mostly Alex. Now I’m not saying his ego is bigger than Kirkorov’s... of fucking course not, no one has an ego bigger than Kirkorov’s. The only thing that can beat him in that regard is if someone booked Kanye West for Eurovision last minute.

Following 2021, they were very excited to jump on the “leave 2020 songs behind” train, while a few artists like VICTORIA and The Roop rallied for to keep their entries in tact if they were allowed to. And with that, in late 2020, they went ahead and celebrated the 20 years of “Mad About You” by getting rid of Luka as a vocalist and bringing back the aforementioned Geike to reprise her part. Seems pretty reasonable, but for the Eurofandom it was simply seen as a dick move, and mostly for the reason that all 2020 artists deserve a 2021 chance, even if they’re band members. What felt more dickish is that Luka was straight up told “byeeee u’re no longer our bandmate xo” on a Zoom call between band members. Like, it’s fine to be told you’re fired in person, even if still humiliating, because what’s the other better way? What’s equally worse is to be told this via email, but the email you were sent was sent like a few months ago and you only read it NOW. At least I guess that proves we know what the “sad and losing game” was that Luka asked to be released from now, heh.

Not to worry Luka-stans, as Alex will still have her, just as not the part of the band anymore. But instead give her a solo career. Yeah well we’ll see how long that lasts.

With the 2000 glory heydays lineup of Hooverphonic we have their entry be “The Wrong Place”, as the completely quite different song they promised (or didn’t) when saying that they will certainly and absolutely get rid of their old one for the 2021 if they had a choice. What they didn’t get rid of is the theme of the worse part of relationships - “Release Me” is about probably wanting to be let go of and released rather than kept by the side when it’s probably not working out. “The Wrong Place” is one of those episodes that probably happened during then - they had a house conflict, she chose to have a smoke to forget about it, the man’s after her Johnny Cash T-Shirt. Not much else to say about the song’s technicality fortunately than I’ve already said so much about the band, so how does it fare in the Hoover-lore, for me?

REVIEW

See, I would like to root for Luka ever having her chance to get to experience Eurovision if she wishes, but maybe it’s lowkey for her own benefit she wasn’t the chosen vocalist for the song, as Geike could do “Release Me”, but Luka wouldn’t be able to do “The Wrong Place”.

“The Wrong Place” is well-suited to the first vocaliste’s melancholic blend-in timbre, and a singer like Luka would sound a little too light on this with her soft-spoken sound of her voice. Besides, I don’t think she could be old enough to relate to the lyrical subject’s domestic struggle issue. Not to say 20 year olds don’t smoke and drink, it’s just that “The Wrong Place” feels a little bit too much mature enough.

Although I think that both of them could absolutely rock the music video visuals.

The song itself is very Hooverphonic. They used to do this kind of standout triphoppy sound back in the days, but as of lately they kind of grew out of the label to do more of the music that kinda sounds like movie soundtrack music. Idek the exact label I could give it to their music so move soundtrack music it is I guess. It has a decently paced structure (could’ve done without the overly repetitive ending where they repeat “you’re in the wrong place” over and over, like ffs I know where I am!!), and interesting lyrical choices. Such as “organic cup of... tea”, as in, WOW! HOOVERPHONIC HAS ENOUGH WITH THE TEABAGS FULL OF GROUND AND GRINDED TEA! THEY WILL ONLY MAKE TEA FROM PURE HERBS AND FLOWERS, AS IT WAS USED TO BE DONE! and acting like her Johnny Cash T-Shirt is the kind of prized possession her man is not allowed to wear to rub it in her face. Imagine if it was something more mundane. “Don’t you ever dare to wear my... pink polka-dot T-shirt”? Damn right it doesn’t seem to suit the mood lol.

It’s not what I exactly wanted from Hooverphonic, but probably what I subconsciously needed from them anyway, ever since they were announced for 2020. I only got into “Release Me” sometime AFTER the contest, “The Wrong Place” is a bit more instant to stand behind. So well done to them to commit to their craft.

Approval factor: I guess I do have to stamp this with my stamp of approval. It’s nice and all. Follow-up factor: “The Wrong Place” follows up as a more of a Hooverphonic discography track after the fairly average and overlookable “Release Me” (eventhough the latter has the tinge of theirs as well because it’s a more symphonic ballad, and they do have symphonic stuff on their discog afterall). As a Eurovision entry, it comes across as even better somewhat, and even slightly more standout, but that might not necessarily work in their favour. Qualification factor: And that’s because they’re absolutely stranded in the semi with too many qualification choices to name. Belgium gets to be a bit quasi-obvious, but they’ve failed with a Hooverphonic-penned song before, plus, the pop girlies of this semi are more likely to eat out a band like this alive, but I wouldn’t exactly say Belgium is doomed to fail either, because I am positive Hooverphonic will think of something. I’m just saying that shocking things can happen every now and then.

INTERNAL CORNER

Well, considering Alex Callier is not running his mouth this time as much as he did so last year’s season, I think it’s safe to say that Hooverphonic have had nothing to write home about.

No, wait...

Well I did mention that Luka got replaced as one of the events that happened to Hooverphonic’s lifetime, but thank God that Alex promised her a solo career, right? Right?

Well, apparently, we’re getting towards it.

And the first lyrics of her first solo forray post-Hooverphonic-vocalist-duties features the lyrics about possibly her making someone “regret it”. Lol now watch this song to be a karma kick into Hooverphonic’s ass if Belgium happens to not qualify this year. Luka forewarned y’all with sharp precision.

Annnnnd that’s pretty much it, besides the band jumping on the trend of turning their entries into a Festivali i Këngës 59 acoustic night European version by presenting their own acoustic version of this track. I did not have the kind of courage to link to the Azerbaijan’s “slow version” on their review in fear of overruning my post even longer than they would usually be for these reviews, but at least it moves people to a certain degree

Well, my question of the days is, does “The Wrong Place” in acoustic make you sad twerk?

ANY LAST WORDS?

Belgium’s big weakness is when it comes to stage their entries, notably for the last two years where the Eurovision actually happened. Sennek was awkwardly put in the middle and succumbed to the curse of Lucie Jones of grimmacing too much and therefore ruining her score in the process, possibly. Eliot was just simply upstaged by the decision to include big drums on stage. Alex Callier acknowledges all that sort of thing, so if anything goes absolutely right and Hooverphonic manage to make it to Rotterdam (which I think they can do because Belgium and Netherlands are neighbours lol? unless their lockdown rules get super strict in May), he should get on to mending all the flaws that Belgium had in the past for staging, and have a spectacular vision. Because it’d be sadly hilariously ironic if Hoovers miss out on the final due to the staging again. Can’t just constantly blame the vocalist - Geike would be flawless live, if Hooverphonic trusted in her for so many years. Can’t blame the song - it’s not too bad. So staging, I guess.

Good luck Hooverphonic, you’ll certainly need it. Also can RTBF consider that they could send anything else from the Wallonian music scene other than The Voice Belgique acts~

#eurovision #eurovision 2021 #rotterdam 2021 reviews #belgium #hooverphonic #the wrong place

[deans-mind-palace]

Forget me not  (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary: Cas was your guardian angel and best friend. He protected you from everything that tried to harm you as child. But a terrible accident caused you to get separated from him. Years later, you’re still determined to find your guardian angel again. What happens when you meet him under unexpected circumstances?

Word Count: 1,558

Warnings: None. Just some hunting and growing up.

Author’s Note: Second part, guys! Like always, likes are silver, feedback is gold! Like, comment and share. Enjoy and show it some love! Next part is with Cas, so stay tuned, guys!

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

A long time ago God created a flower. But one day he forgot its name and it was very sad that God had forgotten it. So God renamed the flower Forget-me-not as a promise to never forget it again.

After that one night, your life changed drastically. Your parents died, but at least their memory was honored, but the most important person in your life disappeared as if he had never existed. You never doubted that Cas really existed.

Of course you knew the stories of children and their imaginary friends, but Cas was too vivid, too real to be dismissed as a mere fantasy. Besides, even when you were ten years old, he still had tea with you. His loss was a profound mark on your life. From one moment to the next, you were without parents and Castiel. Alone in this damned world wondering what you did to deserve this fate.

Soon you had to move in with your aunt, but she was a lady of advanced age who liked to sit in her chair by the window and knit when she wasn't watering her ranunculus in the garden. For four years you put up with her more bad than good. But you couldn't lead a normal life. Not with the knowledge of what was lurking in the shadows out there. In deserted alleys, in dark corners that the light of the streetlamp could not reach, in the blackness of the night. Whatever killed your parents and thus took Castiel from you and destroyed your life was still out there waiting for another opportunity to strike. And you would not rest until you avenged your loss.

At fifteen, you couldn't stand the semblance of a perfect and unblemished world anymore. In the middle of the night you packed your bags and stepped through your aunt's door for the last time, never wanting to return. You were young and had nowhere to go, but the last few years had raised you to be a lonely fighter. You knew how to survive on the tough streets. Away from the well-kept front gardens and shiny cars, life was dangerous and the line between good and evil did not exist. Everyone was looking out for their own advantage and if necessary, they would kill each other for it. You were no different.

All those years you fought for yourself, your thoughts were with Castiel. You wanted to find him again even if you had to walk the earth. At night in your dreams, you'd see the angel's blue eyes, and each time, you'd watch them turn into a deep obsidian of that horrible creature. In search of the creature that had taken everything from you, you soon came across your first hunters. You felt at home in their community. They were all humans who were haunted in one way or another, but they were exactly the sort of people you hoped to find.

Hunters were reserved and distrustful people, so you soon adopted these character traits. The little girl who had been lying happily in the grass with her angel, watching clouds, had long since disappeared. It took some time, but then you met a hunter who was willing to take you under his wing.

Ash was only a few years older than you and had suffered a similar fate. He taught you a lot about hunting and soon you were an invincible team that made a reputation among other hunters as well. You were known as fearless, but why be afraid when you had nothing more to lose? Ash was a good friend, maybe even more than that, but you had never really defined the relationship between you two. Yet you never told him the reason why you became a huntress. Nor did he ask again after you once threatened him with a knife. Castiel was your well-kept secret. Ash and you went through thick and thin, but eventually the secrets between you became too much.The pauses between your words too long. More and more often, each of you did their own thing and disappeared. Only one day Ash never returned. He died as he lived. With nothing to lose.

After his death you were alone again, but you carried on Ash's legacy. In his name you killed seven demons in one night. You traveled the land always seeking for clues to Castiel's whereabouts. On your journey you met many people with strange abilities, but no one was able to help you. Further years rolled into the land and you were twenty-nine years old when it happened.

There had been problems for some time in Ohio with an old slaughterhouse in a run-down factory district with cracked asphalt and broken windows. Again and again on new moon nights, groups of young people ventured into the old slaughterhouse. Only rarely did they come out alive again. Your research was thorough and you soon knew that you were dealing with the echo of a deceased butcher. He had loved to hang his victims like pieces of meat on his hooks. But one day his own hatchet became his doom. Which didn't stop him from killing even after his own death.

You were perfectly prepared. Your shotgun was loaded, the salt was hanging in a bag on your jeans and the lighter was in your jacket pocket with a flask full of spirit. You were perfectly prepared, which was more than you could say for the mysterious hunter. You were just creeping around another corner when you heard a clang and a heavy cursing. A few shots were fired, then only the empty barrel of the gun clicked. A crash broke the short silence.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! That motherfucker!" You heard a male voice yelling. You turned off your flashlight and drew your pistol, the shotgun dangling from your belt. You pressed yourself against the wall and crept silently closer, step by step, until you could see around the corner. For a moment you saw nothing but all-consuming blackness welcoming you. It took time for your eyes to get used to the darkness, then you could make out the outline of a man. The light from the distant street lamps fell in jagged pools through the broken windows to the ground.

Suddenly there was another crash and the man was hurled out of the shadow by an invisible force into the pale light of the street lamps.The pieces of broken glas crunched under his shoes as he hit the ground and his heavy body slid across the floor. He groaned and rubbed his hand over the dirty encrusted blond hair at the back of his head. His rifle had been hurled across the floor out of reach to your feet. It clattered further back, then a clattering sounded and the stranger jumped back to his feet as he looked around for his gun.

You stood in the darkness, but when his green eyes met yours for a brief moment, you thought he would see you, so intense was his piercing look.

He did not see the ghost behind him with the raised axe coming. At the last second you jumped out of your hiding place and shot over the stranger's shoulder past him, right between the ghost's eyes. He vanished immediately and you had a few minutes to catch your breath.Wordlessly you kicked his shotgun to him.

"Thank you." He said out of breath and wiped the sweat that shone in the light from his forehead. "No big deal. Let's take this guy down," You said and tossed a box of bullets at him. He caught it deftly and loaded his gun. "Let's make sure this son of a bitch gets what he deserves," He growled. You followed him and it wasn't long before you had the ghost neutralized.

"Well, salt 'n' burn it, baby," said the stranger. He smirked at you with a twinkle in his green eyes and winked at you slyly.

He was exactly your type of man. Three or four years older than you and handsome. The blonde hair shone in the light and the green eyes immediately captivated you. They reminded you of the summer grasslands where you had spent the balmy summer evenings of your childhood with Cas. He was muscular and knew how to handle a gun. He was also confident and had a wry grin on his lips. He resembled a riddle you couldn't escape, but you couldn't find the solution either. He had an open and honest face, yet there were these shadows in his eyes that you knew from many hunters. It was his dark past that was reflected in the deep green. He masked these shadows well and his grin fooled away the pain. You knew this because you saw it every time you looked in a mirror.

"How about a beer?" The elder asked you. "My motel's not far from here." You had just saved that guy's life, so why not? "Sure." You responded, throwing him a tentative smile. It felt weird and pulled in the muscles of your cheeks. The pulling reminded you painfully of how long it had been since you had smiled. He smiled at you, looking at you like a hunter looking at his prey while his eyes sparkled. "I'm Dean, by the way. Dean Winchester."

Wanna get notified as soon as the next part is uploaded?

Tags beneath cut. Wanna get tagged? Head to my bio or drop an ask/comment in. Those that are crossed, I can't tag.

Castiel tags: @zizzlekwum​ @ashthefirefox​ @rintheemolion​ @intoomuchfandoms​ @angeltardisbow​​ @ayamenimthiriel​​ @shypickleghostsuitcase​​ @still-a-demon-very-ineffable​ @wreak-havoc02

#castiel x reader #castiel x y/n #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural reader insert #supernatural fandom #spn #spn fanfic series #spnfamily #spn fandom #spn fanfiction #misha collins x reader #misha collins #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #forget me not #guardian angel

[talesfromlissom]

okami!hanzo... where his s/o... pet his fluffy wolves and do not pay attention to hanzo.. 😔 damn... sad day for hanzo.. wrong! hanzo eats out his s/o and demands their attention!☺️☺️ very sfw *wink wink, nudge nudge* 😳

!A/N! Lol, so basically I kinda switched everything in this ask :o. All my readers use he/him pronouns, (unless it's Tracer that’s the only time I’ll write a reader that uses she/her pronouns). And my readers are HARD TOPS SO UH YEAH YEEHAW

Basic Info:

 » You live in a small hut outside of the village, you mainly own lots of farm animals, and spend most of your time gardening

 » You’re a sorcerer, so you’re very in tune with nature and such, as well as emotions, not just your own 

 » Animals love you

(okay that’s it lol)

                                                 ──•~❉+❉~•──

Rules

Overwatch Masterlist 

Ninjago Masterlist

The Arcana Masterlist (WIP)

Ask Box (Requests are CLOSED!)

!WARNING! NSFW contents ahead!

Patting the two wolves who were currently lounged in your lap was one of the most peaceful things you had done today. 

Most of it had been chaotic, first of all, the Okami you had been romantically involved with had come stumbling into your grounds all bloody, and an arrow sticking out of his side.

Second of all, he was being chased by hunters, which you easily fought off. 

And third of all, he was acting like a huge brat because you weren’t paying ‘enough attention to him’. 

You hear the door swing open, and aren’t surprised to see white fill the corner of your eyes. 

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” You ask, scratching the back of Tomo’s ears. 

Hanzo huffs. “I’m fine.”

“You had an arrow lodged through your side.” 

“So?”

You sigh, counting to pet the wolves. Hanzo huffs again. 

You don’t reply this time, but chuckle as he blows against your ear.

“Go to bed Han, you’re overworking yourself.”

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You pet the wolves even more, but feel his arms wrap around your waist. 

You raise an eyebrow and look at him for a moment, but don’t say anything otherwise.

“Are you going to fall asleep on me again?” You ask, and he places his face on your shoulder, muttering something into it. 

Again you don’t reply. 

His hands venture lower, that’s when you stop petting the wolves. 

“Han, you’re injured.”

“It’s almost finished healing.” He mutters into your shoulder. 

You shake your head. “It may heal quickly, but it will take a lot of your strength,” You reply. “Healing magic uses more stamina than any kind of magic. You and I both know that.”

You grin. 

“Oh, so that’s why you're so needy?” You chuckle, as huffs. 

“I’ve missed you,” He pauses. “Dearly.”

Your hand finds its way to intertwine into his long white hair. “Have you now?”

“Yes, the minute I leave your forest...I find myself longing for you.” 

“Then why do you leave?” You ask. “If you miss me that much.”

Hanzo frowns. “You know why I must leave.”

You shake your head, pulling your hand from his hair and back to the wolves. One of them rolled onto her belly, and you pet it with pride. 

He whines. 

“No.” 

Hanzo nuzzles your neck.

“No. You need rest, Han. You know damn well what happens when we fuck, you literally can’t walk for two days straight.”

“That’s because you don’t know when to stop.”

“Doesn’t help that having you underneath me making all those noises is the most intoxicating thing.” 

You can feel his grin spread across his lips when his hands are on your waist again. 

You lean your head onto his shoulder, mouthing at his neck. 

“You’re trying to rile me up, aren’t you?” 

Hanzo says nothing.

“Or are you jealous that I’m paying more attention to Kenji and Tomo than you?” 

A whine. 

“Aw, you poor thing.” You preen at him. “We should fix that, shouldn’t we?” 

You practically feel the excitement that goes through him, it doesn't help that you’re soul bound to each other, forever ‘doomed’ to feel what the other feels when their emotions are at their strongest. 

You spin around, his hands rising from your waist and onto your shoulders, as you place a hand on his lower back, he’s wearing a shit-eating grin, and it vaguely reminds you of Genji, but you don’t really want to think about Genji while you’re fucking his brother. 

You chuckle. 

“Don’t you have to meet with Genji tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“If he finds any marks he’ll kill us both.” 

“No, he’ll kill you, and lock me in a tower for the rest of my life.” 

He tugs at your shirt, your onyx gem necklace falling onto Hanzo’s chest. 

You shake your head, as your hands drift down to his belt. 

“What are you doing?”

“You’re still injured,” You reply. “Not only that, but you have to meet your brother tomorrow, and I’d rather not suffer the wrath of a wolf god.”

“You’ve fought against more formidable foes, and come out victorious.”

“He’s your brother, Hon.” The belt falls to the sides of his body.

“That doesn’t mean you’re forbidden from fucking me properly.”

“I am if that means your brother has to find out you’ve been in bed with a witch.” You say as he kicks his boots off to god knows where inside of the small barn house. “And I’d like to keep my face the way it is, heard plenty of stories of gods who cursed witches to look like hags.”

“I would kill my brother again if that were the case.” He mutters as you put kitten licks on his inner thighs. 

“Is that so?” 

“Hn.” 

He hears a ‘moo’ behind him and looks up. 

“Your animals are watching us.” He says. 

You roll your eyes, and snap your fingers, with that the animals go about their business, turning the other direction entirely. 

“Is that better?”

“I would’ve preferred-”

“Nope, we’re doing this here, we’re in the middle of the woods, nobody can hear us.”

“Unless I was followed.”

“I highly doubt you were.” You say, taking off the linen underwear he wears. 

You grin at him. 

“Damn you really did miss me huh?” You mutter, dragging a finger up his slit. He shivers, and you bring the slick to your lips, making a damn show of it as well. 

He glares. “Get on with it.” He growls. 

You roll your eyes. “Patience, dear, patience.”

“That is the last thing,” He pauses as you pull him closer to you, and you lay down on the floor in front of him. “I want you to do.” 

“Then this won’t be very enjoyable, now will it?” You laugh, as a finger just lightly grazes his dick. 

He curses under his breath.

“You never just-”

Another graze, a tad bit harsher. 

He fidgets. 

“Hm?” 

This time, your thumb comes into this game, and you press down on his dick, hard. 

He flinches, as your thumb begins to rub it in a circular motion. 

He leans into it, and you don’t blame him either. 

Four months without seeing each other, and waking up with morning hood more than once, hell, you woke up with it more than once since you’ve met him. 

You hear his whimpers begin to get more frantic, his hands gripping the side of your face, beginning to place your hair between his fingers. His other hand pulls at the brown shirt he’s still wearing, his knuckles almost white.

Your fingers pull away, just as you think he’s getting too loud. He scoffs, as you just shake your head at him, grabbing his lower back and legs, before hoisting him up and carrying him. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“Table.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?” 

He smiles. “You know me so well.” 

“No, I just know how to treat a man properly.” You respond, placing him on the table. 

Normally, this bench was used to place items, like books, ingredients, food, but now it lays empty, as most of the animals have already been fed, and it's barely even time for supper.

The cows and goats have already been milked, and the chickens haven’t laid any eggs yet either. 

He falls onto the table so softly, and you roll your sleeves up, leaning down and placing both of your hands on his thighs, practically wrapping your arms around them like an eel. You know fairly well he’ll move a lot during this, you’d rather not get kicked in the face. 

The first lick makes him jump, as he isn’t looking at you anymore, but as his head on the bench and rolled to the side. As much as you would love to just pull your damn dick out, and make him kick and scream your name at the top of his lungs till the whole damn kingdom could hear, it could further infect the wound, and you didn’t want to particularly piss Hanzo off right now. It was so rare that he’d try to initiate this sort of thing, so you weren’t going to do something stupid to ruin it. 

The second lick to his slit has him keening, clearly eager. 

The third time he groans, muttering to get on with it, as his hand grips your hair. 

You shake your head and dive in now, and he arches his back, finally happy he gets what he wants. 

He’s shaking, clenching around your tongue, and you move your hand so your thumb can play with his cock yet again. 

He kicks and fidgets under your touch, panting rapidly, which soon turns to breathy, yet soft moans. 

Your tongue laps at his juices and the hand in your hair becomes tighter, just a smidge below painful. 

You would chuckle right now, tease him about how desperate he looks, but you know that you shouldn’t keep this up for long, you still have to get him to bed again after this. 

If you tease him it will just rile him up some more, and he won’t stop asking for more until you’re inside of him with something other than your tongue.

His grip becomes tighter, practically pulling your hair from your head.

He’s swearing-in a mixture of Japanese, English, and most likely celestial, as your lapping and circles become faster, and more pressure is applied. 

His breath becomes more rapid, his moans higher pitches, before he lifts off of the table, and both hands to grip the top of your head, practically screaming your name into your ears. 

He twitches, despite your tongue and hands still toying with him. 

After the adrenaline dies down, and the overstimulation hurts, you let go, hands grasping his inner thighs as he twitches you see a faint line of drool drip from the corner of his partially open mouth. 

He hums softly. 

“Satisfied?”

“Of course not.” He says, and you wonder how exactly he’s still able to muster such attitude in his voice. Then again, he’s practically a god, he could probably go on for days if given the reason too.

You usually last for about two hours compared to him. 

(You vaguely remember one time where he had this itch he couldn’t seem to get rid of, and he just rode you until you fell asleep that night. It was funny when you woke up in the morning, and you couldn’t feel your dick.). 

You sigh happily. 

“Aren’t you going to take care of that?” He asks, gesturing to your crotch.

You shake your head.

“Once you’ve rested, we can worry about that.”

You grab his clothing as he pulls it onto himself, you help him as well.

His belt is slung over your shoulder, and he climbs into your arms.

The door to the barn is shut with your leg, as you make your way to the small cabin. His forehead coming to rest on your shoulder, and before you even make inside the house, you hear his soft snores. 

[scarletmelody]

Queenstrial - Chapter 1

Masterlist

warnings: language, drinking, sex

Semi-modern AU

Summary: Mare Barrow’s only wish is for true freedom. But all that’s taken away from her when a gods damned letter shows up on her doorstep. Gone is the hope for a life of happiness. Instead, she’s been chosen to enter the 50th Queenstrial competition to win Prince Tiberias the VII’s hand in marriage. But not only is the Prince she’s expected to win, not a stranger at all, but rather her previous one night stand, but now she’s competing against 20 other cutthroat women for his love and affections she’s not even sure she wants.

...

It’s rare for us to get mail in the stilts. Even rarer for it to be embellished with the royal insignia. And yet, that is exactly what I find waiting for me when I walk up the front steps of our home. With my meager stolen goods weighing down my jacket pockets, it’s hard not to scoff.   Queenstrial happens to be the one golden ticket out of a life of poverty in the stilts. The only guarantee you have other than an apprenticeship. Yet, I don’t want it. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life at some royal ass’s feet pretending to be something I’m not. Even if you don’t win the competition, most girls almost always end up becoming ladies in waiting for different ranking members of high houses. The only thing I’ve ever valued over my own life is freedom. The freedom to choose, and the freedom to simply be. And Queenstrial takes all of that away.   But maybe it’s exactly for that reason that my mother made me enter in the first place. The only thing she’s ever wanted from me was the promise of a future. She doesn’t realize it but I catch all of the looks of disdain and grimaces she tries to hide when she sees me walk through the front door and empty my pockets of the few bronze pieces I managed to snatch up. I was never talented enough for an apprenticeship like my sister, Gisa. I was the odd one out; the black sheep in the family. My brothers were sent off to war before I turned 13, with only one half of an earring set to keep me company. The only person who’s ever had my back is Kilorn, my best friend. But he still has hope and promise awaiting him through his own apprenticeship with a fisherman. All I have is a sure death sentence in a few months when I turn 18. At 18 with no future, all that’s left is being drafted to the military; and most never make it back.   Maybe it’s because I can’t stand what the expression is going to be on my mother or father’s face when I die in the trenches with only a fucking letter with the king’s signature slapped on to it, that I decide to pick up the letter and walk through our almost falling apart front door. Walking the few steps it takes to get to the kitchen, I’m almost hit with a wave of sadness. This is what I’m sacrificing. A home for the military because there is no way I’m getting into Queenstrial; not someone like me.   The letter sits on the dining room table lit dimly by a single light fixture on the ceiling. I know it’s only a matter of minutes before my mother comes rushing into the room with excitement on her face.    And of course, that’s what happens when she walks in and gives me a small smile, sitting down at the table with her hands folded neatly in front of her.   “What are we waiting for?” I ask trying not to convey my own feelings of annoyance. Her elation over the possibility of me going to the castle to win a prince’s hand in marriage pales compared to my own.   “We’re going to wait until everyone gets here.” She tells me, tersely. Basically saying ‘no room for discussion’.   Great. And by everyone she means my dad and Gisa. Now I have to see their own downcast expressions on their faces when they realize I haven’t been chosen.   All 17-year old’s are eligible to enter Queenstrial. That is only if you’re a newblood or silver. That’s the discrimination still present in our society. Red’s in the dirt as always. If you’re a newblood, you get a few more perks, but still not much better. I’ve somehow been blessed to have been born with the ability to wield and create lightning. Although, it’s nothing that I’ve been experimenting with because it’s banned in my village. 10 years ago, a boy no older than myself blew up the black-market trading center and it’s never been allowed since. And it’s because of that, that I limit myself to a small taste of my own ability. All I have is the tempting pull of the energy within the walls of my own house.   5 minutes later as I walk around the small kitchen pretending to clean to avoid doing nothing, the heavy silence is interrupted by a squeal and a bang as the front door is thrown open. Gisa, then. And then I hear the squeaking of rusty wheels following her. That would be Dad.   “Is it here yet?” Gisa practically yells as she finally emerges into the kitchen, breathless. Dad follows her in his wheelchair, although a more subdued smile sits on his face.   “Yes”, is all I have to say as they both more towards the table, eager to see the envelope lifelessly sitting there.   Mom still hasn’t moved an inch until Gisa tries to snatch it. All she does is smack her hand and tell her to wait for another moment.   I can’t help but feel some deep part of me almost feel bad for her, knowing that she’ll eventually read that letter of rejection and don her face of disappointment whilst telling me that everything’s going to be alright.   When I finally take my own seat at the table, Mom finally makes a move to open the envelope. Every moment that it takes her to carefully unseal the damn thing, is like waiting for a bomb to drop.   And then her face loses all of its natural red flush and goes bone white. And she screams. Actually. Fucking. Screams.   It only takes a moment longer for Gisa to jump out of her chair and run behind Mom before she yells out, “Mare you made it! You’re going to the capital!”   Then both of them get up and attempt to show dad before they all start cheering. Their sounds of excitement become subdued as my ears dull down to a sharp ringing noise.   And I still sit in my chair. Unmoving, and silent. The only thing I can think of is What. The. Fuck.   There is no gods damned way that the people sitting on their asses in Archeon would choose me. Me out of what has to be every other 17 year old in Norta.   And that letter. I snatch it up from where it still sits opened on the table.   Mare Molly Barrow,   We are delighted to offer you a place in the 50th Queenstrial for Tiberias the VII, Prince of Norta. You are one of the 20 lucky young women selected to compete for his coveted hand in marriage.   There is no need to bring any of your belongings other than a few of your sentimental items. Clothes and other necessities will be provided.   A palace guard will arrive at your home tomorrow to pick you up and will travel with you to the castle. You will receive further instructions upon your arrival.   We look forward to meeting you, The Royal Family of Norta   Tomorrow. That letter means that by tomorrow I’ll be in a car on my way to the capital. Away from my family, from Kilorn, from everything I’ve ever known. I think I might actually throw up.   “Mare?” my father asks, breaking me out of my self-induced shock.   “Mare! Aren’t you excited!” Gisa smiles, shaking my shoulders in an attempt to wake me up.   The only response I can muster is “Yeah.. sure Gis.”   Mom looks at me still with another disappointed expression before she tells me, “This is a good thing, Mare. This is your chance”.   Chance for what? I almost want to ask. Chance to leave everything I’ve ever known in the hopes that some prince will like me enough to keep me around? That I’m going to spend the next however many months of my life parading in pretty gowns pretending to be someone i’m definitely not?   It’s this realization that hits me and at the same time the air seems to be trapped in my throat. ‘I can’t breathe’ is the only thing I can think about. All I can do is speed towards my room and slam the door shut. Granted, it’s not just my room. It’s shared with Gisa.   Collapsing on my bed, I let the tears start streaming down my face. Frustrating fucking emotions. There’s no use in wallowing in something you can’t change, is what I try to tell myself.   And then it occurs to me. If tonight’s going to be the last night of my freedom, why not make the most of it.   Forcing myself to stop my pitiful crying, and wiping away what’s left of my tears, I let my lips turn up into an almost smile. Moving towards my closet I rummage around towards the back end and pull out a deeply revealing almost too scandalous deep purple velvet dress.   It was meant to be somewhat of a joke that Kilorn got me when I tuned 17 this year. He claimed that it was a birthday gift and that I should wear it out to get all the men drooling. I only might have threatened to cut off a too-sensitive part of his if he said that again.   But now.. Now this could come in handy.   20 minutes later I was finished. Stealing a glance in the mirror, I had to admit. I looked pretty damn good. I had styled my hair in voluminous curls and my lips were painted a bright ruby red. And that dress… That was undoubtedly the statement piece of tonight’s look. The v-cut of the spaghetti strapped dress showed off my cleavage, and the soft material hugged what little curves I had, magically making it look like I had some to begin with.   Satisfied, I pulled my only pair of shockingly tall black stiletto heels before creeping towards the back door, carefully avoiding my family still celebrating over my impending doom. Quietly I shut the door before yelling, “I need to run for a bit, don’t wait up” and walking out.   I should be rushing to Kilorn’s shabby room in his master’s apartment, but I won’t. I won’t because he’ll find out soon enough, and I already know what he’s going to say when he sees me dressed like this. I don’t want his fucking pity.   So, I keep on moving, catching a ride with what seems to be a local fabric trader by giving him 2 coins. And then we’re off, leaving me to my thoughts as the only sound remaining becomes the thumping of the truck’s wheels on the unpaved dirt road.   It’s so utterly stupid how one letter can change my entire existence. I can’t walk away from the Stilts. Even if it’s a complete and utter shit hole, it’s my home and the only place I’ve ever known.   The trader continues driving until we reach the center of the stilts. The area where the night life is just about starting. Where bars are beginning to become crowded, with people spending their earned coins on women and cheap alcohol.   Getting out of the car and thanking my driver, I stand there like an idiot for another 2 minutes in the center of the area. This is all I’ve known for my meager 17 years of existence. Why not enjoy it one last time?   Finding my usual bar that I usually conduct my excursions in, I casually muster the best smile I can whilst attempting to make my breasts pop out even more to the bouncer waiting at the front. He only gives a slight nod and lets me walk in. No need for I.D here. They’ll let in anyone underage if you know how to get around it.   Once I walk inside the club the smell of watered-down beer immediately hits my nose and I unconsciously crinkle my nose. Through the swarm of sweaty bodies, my eyes catch on what appears to be the only stool left at the bar.   I make a beeline towards it before it gets snatched up and try my best to haul myself up the chair. Being short never helps. The barmaid rushes towards me with a flushed face, clearly stressing over the mass amounts of people here at the hour.   “What can I get you sweetie”, she smiles sweetly.   “Just a vodka cranberry”, I say. Not the most expensive option but for my last night of freedom, I’m willing to sacrifice an extra copper.   No later than 30 seconds, my drink arrives before me before she’s off to take someone else’s order. And I’m left alone to ponder over my thoughts and drown myself in alcohol.   Sometimes it’s better to be alone.; to never have to care what other people think. To not have to deal with the pressure of disappointing everyone you care about. Although I’m sure I’ve done that too many times to count. Part of me wants to show up at the castle tomorrow and make myself so unapproachable and vulgar, I’m sure to be kicked out before anything’s even started. But the other part of me knows that I’ll only be more of a disappointment. To myself, to my parents, to Kilorn…   Looking over, I see someone new climb into the seat next to me. A man around my age, with a strong and muscular build. You don’t see many people like that around here. Most of the residents here are thin and frail. All from the fact that they can’t afford food. But for him, he must be paid well and have a fairly easy life in the Stilts if he looks like that. The heavy coin pouch looped onto his belt confirms my suspicion.   I avert my gaze towards him for a moment longer and see him ordering his own drink. And maybe it’s my desperate need to not be a failure, or the impending doom that awaits me tomorrow, that my hand slyly moves towards that pouch like I have so many times before. One coin or two can’t hurt him if he has more than plenty.   But just as my fingers loop around the opening, my hand stops, not out of my own accord. I look down at my hand and see another pair of fingers wrapped around my wrist.   I can’t believe it. I- I’ve been caught. I turn my gaze toward the man’s face and he stares right back. Those dazzling amber eyes pouring into my own. There’s a fire in those eyes. Something that’s unexplainable, but there. And he still looks at me like he can see me for exactly what I am. He probably knows that I’m just another lowly thief with no fucking future.   “Thief” he finally says, clearly shocked.   And it’s the alcohol that answers for me when I roll my eyes and reply, “Obviously”.   He only continues staring, his eyes grazing down my entire body. And in those few golden moments I know I should try and take the chance to escape his burning grasp and run before he calls for security, but something in the way his gaze blazes into mine, makes me stop.   I’m left staring at him dumbfoundedly like an idiot until my jaw drops even more as he releases my wrist and grabs a coin out of his pouch. And not just any coin, a whole fucking silver tetrarch; worth more than any of the pitiful coins I’ve stolen.   “Here” he says, his mouth in a grim line. “That should be more than enough for you”   “I- thank you” is all I can manage to say before I slip it in my own pouch. What other option is left but swallowing my pride.   But I can’t just accept it with no answers. Curiosity always gets the better of me. “Why?” I ask him.   His eyes open in shock with my question. But he just shakes his head and his lip crooks up ever so slightly. “You need it more”.   That makes me want to punch his face. The only thing I can’t stand besides disappointment is pity.   “So, what’s your name?”, he asks me turning back towards his drink but legs still angled towards me.   I’m tempted to tell him the truth for some reason, but the part of me that’s still sane knows to lie. “Mareena.” Close enough.   “Mareena” he repeats, testing my name on his lips. He actually smiles this time still sipping on his drink which upon closer examination I determine to be whiskey.   “And what’s yours?”   “Cal” he tells me. And as I keep on staring at his face, I start to notice how undeniably handsome he is. His sharper than glass jawline and those eyes still glued on me create this pull that I thought could never exist.   And it’s at this moment that I throw all caution out the window. By tomorrow my life will be forfeit. Might as well make the most of tonight. And nothing better than a hot complete stranger to accompany me.   Discarding my empty drink on the table, I turn myself completely towards him.   Holding a hand out I ask him, “Dance with me?”   He downs his own glass before setting it down and his eyes flare in a way that makes me want to blow up before he puts his hand in my own. “Thought you would never ask”.   I lead him to the back of the club where there’s currently a mass of sweaty bodies swarmed together on the small dance floor. The crowd parts as we enter in the midst of it all, just as the DJ turns on a heavy EDM soundtrack.   His nose grazes my neck and just that simple moment of contact makes me want to cry out in pleasure. But I want more   With my back towards him, his hands grip my hips possessively as mine wrap around his neck. We sway to the blaring music as I ever so slightly grind against him. He stiffens and explores my body with his hands, slightly cupping my thighs when he teases me by riding his fingers upwards until he grazes the lace of my underwear. I can’t help but let out a little moan at that touch. It’s been so long since I felt like this.   Then he leans his head down to mine before whispering to me, “You look beautiful”.   That makes me smile. It’s been a long time since someone told me that, too. And then I unlink my hands and turn to face him. He pulls me closer to him until I’m flush against his chest. Moving my hands across his well-tailored white shirt, expensive from the feel of it, I feel the muscles beneath them. That only makes the aching between my thighs become even more unbearable.   Leaning up, having to still rise on the balls of my feet even with these heels because gods he is tall, I capture my mouth to his in a hungry kiss. He doesn’t only taste like whiskey, but he has a scent of ashes and smoke that I’m embarrassed to say I breathe in deeply. His hands move to my ass as my own grasp onto his shoulders. I know he’s probably only here looking for release, but so am I.

I break our kiss and say in his ear, in what I hope is my best sultry voice I can muster, “What do you say we get out of here”. He looks right into my eyes and I can see the lust right there. Cal doesn’t even bother to reply before taking my hand and bringing me to the front desk at the very back of the club for getting a room-for-rent above the bar. Slamming another coin down on the counter he practically grabs the key from the lady who winks at me as if she knows exactly what’s going to go down. She would be right about that.

After finding the room down the hall, Cal unlocks it by throwing the door open, while I drag him in before he can barely shut the door.   Once the door closes, I immediately shove him against it, running my hands into that silky black hair of his which is just as soft as I thought it was. I push my mouth against his, into a heated sloppy kiss which he takes, opening his mouth to allow my tongue access to sweep in.   He breaks our kiss before moving his lips towards the place where my collarbone and neck meet. That’s going to leave a mark tomorrow. But I don’t have enough common sense left in me before he finds a particularly sensitive part of my skin and I actually let out a moan this time.   Cal pauses and pure desire shine up as his eyes meet mine and he shows off a crooked smile. That only makes me want him more. Greedily I unbutton his shirt before sliding it off his shoulders and onto the floor. I take this as an opportunity to mark his skin with my own brand before he captures my mouth into another wet kiss. Gods damn him, he’s actually a fucking good kisser.   His hands move from the sides of my face towards my legs, lifting them up. Instinctively I wrap them around his hips and immediately feeling something hard between where our hips meet giving me a sense of what’s yet to come.   Lifting me towards the bed in the center of the room, he releases me for a moment before moving on top of me and continuing to kiss my body. His eyes glance to me for permission as his fingers latch around the straps of my dress. I can only nod. How could I say no to him when he’s making me feel like I’m going to explode out of my own skin.   Removing my dress off of me, I’m pretty damn happy with myself that I decided to wear my best pair of underwear as I watch him wet his lips as he sees the black lace underneath. Until he removes those too. His mouth starts another hot path from my chest downwards, past my navel. When he finally reaches where I so desperately need him, he teases me by running one of his fingers down the center. Now I feel like burning.   “Fuck stop teasing already”, I gasp out while grabbing his hair.   He lets out a dark laugh as he inserts one of his fingers, the calloused pad of it scraping against my skin. His mouth joins it, licking and sucking making me feel things I never thought I could feel. When his tongue reaches that one damn spot I let out an uncontrolled spark.   Cal looks up at me then, a wild grin on his face. “Nice Sparks”   That only turns me on more.   Then I flip us around so that he’s pinned under me and I’m straddling him before I start attack his belt and try to unhook it.   Removing it off him, I pull them down along with his own undergarments. Grinning, I take his length into my own hand, pumping up and down.   “Fuck Mareena”, Cal lets out, laying back on his elbows.   My heart almost pauses as I suddenly wish he would say my real name out loud like that. But then again, I’m only here for one night.   “Condom?” I ask him, breathless. I need him. Now.   He shakes his head, but I know better than to think that this is the end. I know well enough that these rooms have condoms in the bedside drawers.   Reaching over I open a drawer and dig around until I grab one of them. Tearing it open with my teeth, I put it on him. Letting me take control, he watches as I line myself and slide down onto him, deep.   We both let out moans of pleasure as his hands dig into my hips. Adjusting to the feel of him, I start to move against him, as my eyes roll into the back of head. I swear to god I’ve never felt this good before.   Cal rolls us both back over until he’s on top again, and groans as he pushes slowly out before thrusting back in. I think I’m seeing stars at this point.   He continues to set a harder, rougher pace before kissing down from my neck to my chest and sucking on one of my nipples. That movement brings me over the edge as he rolls his hips in time, letting me live out every ounce of pleasure.   Fuck. I never want to leave this moment. It’s too bad I’ll be gone tomorrow and I’ll never see him again.   That becomes the thought that brings me back from my high as I start trailing sloppy kisses across his muscled chest and then bring them back to his mouth.   Our lips come together just as he tips over his own edge and his groans of pleasure become captured by our kiss.   We stay like that for another minute, foreheads pressed together,both panting and out of breath. I feel the urge to swipe the messy locks of his hair that have fallen out of place, to see his face, with his cheeks and lips covered in messy lipstick marks.   “Again”, I let out, with the only thing I have left in me to say.   His eyes flare up yet again, and he smiles with that somewhat goofy crooked grin of his as he obliges.   ... a/n: Well, well here we go: The start of a new fic! I’ve been meaning to write this ever since the idea hit me in a hotel room on my vacation in Europe and now I’m finally making it a reality. This is the first chapter of what I hope to be many. But other than that, let me know your thoughts on this and I hope you all enjoy! Love you all!

#queenstrial #mare barrow #cal calore #fanfic #writing #bachelor #modernau #red queen

[star-spangled-eyes]

Dirty Mind: Part 3: Love Hurts

This alternate universe fan fiction uses characters created and owned by Pixelberry Studios. Character names, descriptions and likenesses are owned by Pixelberry Studios. Some dialogue and events in Book 1 of TRR are property of Pixelberry Studios. The MC, Bragnae Bennett, and story is created and owned by this author.

Book: The Royal Romance (Alternate Universe)

Alternate Universe Theme: Drake’s perspective  

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Bragnae Bennett – *pronounced Brawn-yah)

Warnings for this miniseries: NSFW, Adult content, suggestive and strong language, angst, sex (including character’s thoughts and innuendos)

Masterlist

A/N: I wrote this miniseries in the first person perspective of Drake Walker. It follows events in Book 1 of TRR, but not everything is as you’d remember it from the story. Some things have been altered to better fit this fanfic.

I really enjoyed getting into the brain of Drake, and I hope you like it too. He’s a stud, and I love his sexual, angsty mind.

Enjoy the conclusion! Thanks for reading!

Word Count for this chapter: 6144

Permatags: @burnsoslow @cora-nova @dcbbw @thorfosterlove @emceesynonymroll @edgiestwinter @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @msjr0119 @notoriouscs @drakewalker04 @pedudley @desiree-0816 @choices-lurker @kingliam2019 @loveellamae @drakexnadira @flutistbyday2020 @indiana-jr​ @yukinagato2012​ @i-bloody-love-drake-walker​

The next day I drove my truck to Ramsford earlier than I was scheduled to. Maxwell called me, frantic and desperate for help getting the estate prepped before the rest of court showed up the following day. Apparently their staff took the day off unbeknownst to the Brothers Beaumont, and there was a ton of shit to do.

Normally, I’d say no, but I’d grown closer to Maxwell over the past couple months and felt bad for the guy. Not to mention Bragnae would be there. I was excited to see her, but after I came back down to earth from my pleasured high of being with Bragnae, I realized what we’d done.

I couldn’t shake the doom and gloom feeling I had since this morning. I betrayed my best friend to be with his girl. I lost all sense and control and I shouldn’t have. I should have been stronger than that. I had plenty of opportunities to leave her room last night that I chose to ignore. I was a shitty friend. And worse yet, Liam didn’t even know. The poor guy had no clue I even liked her let alone that we shared an intimate experience last night.

How the fuck am I going to tell him? He’ll hate me forever. We didn’t technically have sex. Maybe he’ll be more forgiving of that. I sighed in disgust at myself. Who am I kidding? We both kissed, grinded and moaned our way to incredible orgasms that we both needed and craved from each other. Goddamn it.

When I arrived at the Beaumont estate, Bertrand told me to help Maxwell in the kitchen, so I headed there. I stepped into the room to see him and Bragnae standing across from each other with a counter in between them as they worked on what I assumed was a caviar appetizer. I’d been to enough of these fancy parties to recognize the pretentious delicacy all the nobles went nuts over.

“I’m here. What do you need me to do?”

“Drake! Oh, thank God!” Maxwell shouted. “Thanks for coming to help out.”

“Hey, Drake,” Bragnae said with a smile.

I gave her a side smirk and a quick nod, not wanting to make a big deal about it in front of Maxwell. I couldn’t trust myself around her now. Even if I smiled in her direction, I’d give myself away. I needed to get my head wrapped around the situation before I was ready to talk about it. No one could know until I talked to Liam.

I felt like an ass because I didn’t want her to feel like I changed my mind about her. Because I still very much cared for her. If given the choice of having Bragnae by my side or a bottle of cold water in a hot desert, I’d choose her every damn time. But, I failed as a best friend, and I needed to make that right despite my own happiness.

Maxwell typed something on his phone quickly before shoving it back in his pocket. “Bertrand said we have caterers for the rest of the food for tomorrow. Whew! Drake, why don’t you help me make the rest of these Jewels of the Sea as I’m calling them, and Bragnae, could you go help Bertrand with the cleaning?”

Dodged a bullet there. Even though I’d love to stand here and look at her, smelling her sweet perfume, it’s probably best she go somewhere else in the house.

“Sure thing!” She walked around the counter, and brushed her hand across my lower back as she left the kitchen. I hesitated, but watched her leave anyway. She had turned back and smiled at me before leaving the room.

I sighed and got back to work while Maxwell jabbered on like a monkey in a tree.

Later, I found myself arranging goddamn flowers in glass vases for the dining room. Me. Arranging flowers. I sighed. How the fuck do I get myself into these situations?

I heard Bertrand telling Bragnae to help me with the center pieces, and my heart skipped a beat. Goddamn it. I already missed her. It had been a few hours since I’d seen her around. Part of me wanted to pull her in close and never let go, but the other part of me wanted to keep my distance. Keeping her near would only hurt more in the long run. Fuck. I hated how complicated this got all of a sudden.

“Hey, Drake. I didn’t know you had a knack for arranging flowers like this.”

I kept my eyes on the vase in front of me as I responded. “Yeah, who knew? The things I do for you people.”

“Seems to me that you have a lot of hidden talents we all aren’t aware of. I wonder what else you can do.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her face tilted up to me with a bright smile. I had to look at her otherwise she’d suspect I was ignoring her.

So I did. Goddamn, she was pretty. I scoffed a laugh. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Wait and see? When, idiot? You’re supposed to push her away, not give her little pieces of hope to cling to. I’m so bad at this.

“Well, I can’t wait.” She touched my arm. Her warmth sent a tingle down my spine. My heart beat faster and my breath quickened. All from one little touch. Jesus Christ.

“Lady Bragnae!” Bertrand shouted from across the room.

Startled, she whipped around to face him. “Yes?”

“Come here for a moment, please.”

Bragnae darted off to Bertrand, and I could breathe again. I needed a moment or two to myself. Now was my chance to sneak off. I quietly left the dining room and headed down the hall to the study. I shut the door behind me, and leaned against the wall. No sooner did I close my eyes did I hear the sound of high heels clicking down the hallway.

I sighed. Damn it. I opened the door as the footsteps approached to see Bragnae fill the door frame. She beamed as soon as she saw me.

“Hi! Can I come in?” She was incredibly enthusiastic, and too charming to deny. Shit.

“Of course.” I stepped aside and invited her in the study before closing the door behind her.

“Are you hiding out in here?”

“You could say that.”

“Well, this is perfect because I wanted to talk to you. First things first…” She said before reaching up to kiss me. No matter how much I tried to push her away, as soon as her lips hit mine, I couldn’t turn her down. I was an addict and her kisses were the drug. After a drawn out moment, she pulled back. “I’ve been waiting to do that all day.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her. “Me too.” It was the sad truth I couldn’t deny.

She rested her hands on my chest as she continued. “I decided I’m going to tell Liam that I’m withdrawing from the Social Season.”

“Why?” I kept my hands on her hips because I couldn’t resist not touching her.

“Because I want to be with you, Drake. Last night was amazing. I woke up with a big smile on my face this morning, and it won’t go away. I think about you all the time, and I’m always searching the crowd for your face. I’m so happy when I’m with you. And finding out that you also cared about me was like a dream come true.”

Her words humbled me. But how could she feel so strongly for me when she had Liam? “I’m glad to hear that I make you happy. Last night was… incredible for me as well. But maybe you shouldn’t make this decision now. Liam really likes you. I know he wants to pick you as his bride.” I cringed at the thought.

“I know, Drake. And that’s why I have to tell him before his coronation, so he’s not humiliated in front of the entire court when I decline his proposal.”

She was really set on this, but she wasn’t being practical. “I have nothing to offer you, Bragnae.” I couldn’t help the sadness that fell over my face.

“Drake, believe it or not, I didn’t come here to be queen. Going through all of this made me realize that I’m not really cut out for the job anyway. I’m independent, impatient, and sarcastic. I’m not very diplomatic either. I will always say what’s on my mind, and I don’t want to screw up something big for the country because of who I am. I truly have no interest in it.” She paused. “When Maxwell invited me to Cordonia, I was looking for an adventure to reignite my life. And I said yes because I also wanted to fall in love.”

That word. I drew back slightly, stunned a bit if I was being honest. I swallowed as I focused more intently on her face. “And did you?” I didn’t know what I wanted her answer to be. I cared for her very deeply, but was it love? My feelings for her were more than I’ve ever felt for anyone else. I wasn’t sure it was love, but I knew it was more than a crush.

Love was deep. Love was a commitment. Love was special. I’d never been in love before. It was never something I saw happening for myself even though I hoped to someday. With my life dedicated to Liam, there wasn’t time for relationships. Or maybe I just didn’t care to engage in them. Just one night stands. Sometimes even dragging some of those out to three or four dates if the sex was good.

“I’ll let you know.” She smiled at me. “I have to tell him sometime this weekend while we’re still in Ramsford. I’m sure things will get busy for him once we head back to the palace.” She stood on her toes again, pulling me in for another kiss. “I’ll find you later. I have to go help Bertrand with something.”

Before I could say anything more, Bragnae scurried out of the room leaving me with my thoughts. I walked over to a chair and slumped down into it. This was worse now. She was going to throw away a life of luxury and security just to be with me. I still couldn’t fathom it. Why would she do such a thing?

I’m nobody. Liam was everything.

Of course I wanted to be with her, but it just couldn’t happen. I couldn’t let it happen. Liam deserved to be happy, and he cared about her. Who was I to stand in his way?

My heart ached with a miserable heaviness as I realized what I was going to have to do. If she couldn’t see it, then I’d just have to tell her myself. We couldn’t be together.

Later that evening I found myself on the terrace sipping on some whiskey looking out at the stars over the vineyard. It was a beautiful night. A slight cool breeze came in occasionally, and crickets chirped in the distance. Being outdoors always helped to clear my head.

The conversation I needed to have with Bragnae, however, was taking its toll on me in every way imaginable. It was all I thought about since this afternoon. I dreaded it – the conversation I’d have to have with her and the aftershocks of it all. Having to see her as queen on the arm of my best friend. I didn’t think I’d have the strength for it.

Maybe I’d move away. I’d done it before when I went to college. I could do it again. Once Liam had Bragnae, he wouldn’t need me anymore.

I heard the hinges of the door creak, and my gut told me it was Bragnae. Sure enough, the very same clicks of heels from earlier could be heard as she made her way over to me. I took a deep breath and sat my glass of whiskey down before I turned to her.

“Hey, Bennett.” I couldn’t hide the agony on my face. She picked up on it immediately.

“What’s wrong, Drake? Are you okay?” She affectionately ran a hand down my arm.

Ugh. I didn’t even deserve that. She would hate me for this. “You can’t tell Liam, Bennett.”

A look of confusion contorted her face. “Why not?”

“You care for Liam, right?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“And he cares for you. You two would be great together.”

Her expression transformed into frustration and anger. “Drake, did you not listen to anything I told you earlier?”

“I did.”

She threw her hands up. “And yet, you’re still pushing me away.”

I sighed and looked to the ground for support. “He needs you.”

Bragnae took a step forward maneuvering her head to lock eyes with me again. “Don’t you need me, too? Don’t you want me? I mean… don’t you want to be with me?”

Yes to all of that – God, yes. I hated doing this to her. The hurt and pain on her face was almost too much to bear. I had to be strong. I had to finish this before I faltered. “Liam needs you more.”

My own words felt like a knife to my heart. I watched her eyes fill with tears, and I wanted to die. I’m doing this to her. I’m such a fucking asshole. “Bragnae, I’m sorry.” I reached out to touch her, but she moved away.

“No! Don’t fucking touch me. Don’t even talk to me anymore. You are such a coward, Drake.” Tears streamed down her face as she turned to go back inside.

I moved quickly in front of her, grabbing her shoulders. “I just don’t want you to make a mistake. You’d be throwing everything away just to be with me. And you deserve the best, Bragnae.”

“No, Drake. I deserve to be happy, and to be happy with who I want to be with. But it’s clear I’ll never have that.” She shrugged out of my hands and ran inside.

Great. That couldn’t have gone worse. I blew out a frustrated breath, and walked over to the table that held my whiskey. I knew I’d need this tonight. I threw back the rest in one gulp. My grip tightened around the glass as I thought about how I just hurt Bragnae, the one woman I ever truly cared about. And now she didn’t even want to me to talk to her.

The sting of tears pricked my own eyes as I looked out across the vineyard. In an attempt to give Liam and Bragnae a happier and more fulfilled life, I gave away all that I had. Not only would I not have the girl of my dreams, but she wanted nothing to do with me anymore.

Angry with myself, I threw the empty glass far into the vineyard, losing sight of it in the night. What the fuck is wrong with me?

~

A week had gone by since I last spoke with Bragnae. It felt longer. The amount of pain that I carried with me was insurmountable. When the rest of the court showed up in Ramsford the following day, it was clear Bragnae had lost that extra pep in her step. Even as she sat next to Liam, she’d put a smile on when addressing him and the king and queen, but as she turned back to her plate, her face fell.

I tried to approach her, but she walked away from me. I wanted so badly to console her, but I knew my presence was only making her feel worse. So, I honored her wishes and kept my distance. I didn’t try to speak with her, but I couldn’t stay away completely. I had to see her. I had to make sure she was safe. I wanted her to smile like she did before, but every time she did, I could tell it was forced.

Seven days had passed and not one look from her. Not one smile in my direction. Not even a middle finger from her telling me to fuck off. Hell, I’d take that just to know she still acknowledged my existence. Nothing. She had cut me out. I couldn’t blame her. I knew she hated me. I hated me, too.

I just wanted to talk to her again. It was such a shock to go from having her actively in my life every day to having nothing. I missed her. I missed the way she laughed at my sarcastic jokes. I missed the way she never let me get away with anything. I missed her touch.

I would think of the way she kissed me, and let the thought of it whisk me off to sleep at night hoping for pleasant dreams of her. That never worked. Even my subconscious was punishing me for my actions with restless sleep and nightmares of losing Bragnae.

In that time, however, I found solace in the fact that I realized I was in love with her. Having her cut me out like that forced my head out of my ass long enough to recognize how deeply I cared for her. I was happy to know I was capable of falling in love with someone, but I berated myself for figuring it out too late.

Given the chance now, I would never give her up like I did back in Ramsford. She had opened her heart to me that day, and instead of embracing her affections, I stomped on it telling her what I thought she wanted and needed. I was a real dick.

I wish I could change the past or even apologize now to try to win her back, but she wouldn’t even allow me near her without finding some excuse to leave the room. I screwed up big time. And now I have to live with it. I only wish that she would find the happiness she deserves.

I straightened my tie, and looked myself over in the mirror. I put on a suit tonight for Liam’s coronation. It’d been a long time since I wore a suit, but tonight meant something to my best friend, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

I considered not going at all. I wasn’t sure how I could handle seeing Bragnae accept his proposal. She was still in the running for his hand. The press would have announced it if she withdrew her standing. So, that must have meant that she considered being with Liam after all. Good for her.

After everything I’d been through to get to this moment, I decided I had to show up and support Liam no matter how uncomfortable I was.

I made my way to the ballroom. There was still an hour until King Constantine turned the throne over to his son. I dragged out the night as long as I could, but it was time to make my appearance. As I walked down the hallway, a door opened to my right, and a shimmering gold dress got my eye. I turned to see Bragnae standing there frozen in place.

She was a sight to be seen. The golden sparkles in her dress brought out the amber in her eyes, and her silky hair was pulled into an elegant side-do. She looked magnificent.

“Hi, Bragnae,” I said softly. My nerves got the best of my voice, or perhaps I spoke that way out of fear that I’d spook her. I just wanted to spend five minutes with her without her running away.

She stood there staring at me, not saying a word. Her eyes scanned the length of my body undoubtedly surprised to see me in a suit. She pursed her lips together and straightened her posture keeping her walls up for protection. It was understandable, but it hurt that she felt she needed protection from me. But at least she hadn’t run off yet. These 30 seconds had been the longest I’d spent face to face with her since Ramsford. I’d happily take it.

“You look very nice,” I said, trying to break the ice.

Her mouth opened as if she was going to speak, but she blew out a ragged breath instead. Her expression left its resolute phase and became one of torment. It was hard to see her like that knowing it was my fault.

I took a small step towards her. “Bragnae, I’m sorry.”

I barely got the words out before she turned on her heel and walked towards the ballroom. My head hung in defeat as I stood in her jilted wake. I should have told her I loved her, but it probably wouldn’t have been received well. I just wanted her to know.

Twenty minutes and a glass of whiskey later, I was hanging out in the corner of the ballroom watching the crowd gather in anticipation of not only seeing a new king crowned, but to find out which of the suitors Liam was going to choose. Madeleine, Olivia and Bragnae were considered the top contenders.

The king and queen obviously favored Madeleine. The press adored both Olivia and Bragnae, but the people seemed to rally more around Bragnae. All of those factors including the recommendation of the Royal Council, and of course, Liam’s favorite were all taken into consideration for who the next queen would be.

I hadn’t seen much of Liam over the past week. He had been extremely busy getting ready for tonight, but when we did have the chance to hang out, he told me Bragnae was the one. At that point, he’d only had Constantine and Regina to convince. Everyone else supported his decision to choose her.

Now, it was just a matter of time. As the clock ran down, the crowd started to form around the stage. I moved closer too, spotting Hana. As I sidled up next to her, I noticed she was crying.

“Hana, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She sniffled and wiped her eyes before turning to me. “Yes, I’ll be fine. I just found out Bragnae’s leaving Cordonia tonight.”

“What? Why? Had she been planning this?”

Hana shook her head. “No, she made the decision just a little bit ago.”

“Does Liam know this?” I scanned the room for Liam, but didn’t see him.

“Yes. She told him after they danced. Now, she’s in her room packing. I’m just so sad she’s leaving, Drake.”

“Fuck.”

Hana winced. “Drake.”

“I’m sorry, Hana,” I said, patting her shoulder. “I have to go find Liam.” Before she could reply, I was working my way through the crowd to find him. I had to get to him fast to explain everything, so I could stop Bragnae before she left. This had to be done right.

I’m sure Liam was crushed, and he had to know I was the reason. I spotted Bastien standing near an entrance to a private room for the royals in the far corner. I ran over to him immediately.

“Bastien, do you know where Liam is? I need to speak with him.”

“He’s taking a moment to himself before the coronation, Drake. It will have to wait.”

I stepped closer to him. “Please, Bastien. It’s important. I wouldn’t bug you if it wasn’t.”

Bastien looked around the room and sighed. “Okay, but make it quick.” He turned to unlock the door behind him to let me in.

“Thanks, Bastien. I owe you.” I clapped him on the shoulder, and made my way inside the private suite.

“Liam?” I called out to him as I navigated through a small hallway.

“Drake? Is that you?”

I turned the corner to see Liam dressed in his royal regalia slouched in a chair at a table with a drink in his hand. He looked depressed as fuck. God, what a mess I’ve made.

“Liam, I need to talk to you.” I pulled out the chair next to him and took a seat.

“I’m not in the mood, Drake.” He took a sip of his drink. Liam favored scotch. I’m sure that’s what filled his glass.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Look, I know why you’re upset, and it’s because of me.”

He turned to look at me with a bewildered expression. “What are you talking about?”

“Bragnae withdrew from consideration tonight, right?”

He took another sip. “Yeah, she did. Now, I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do. I have twenty minutes before I’m crowned fucking king of this country, and the woman I was going to ask to marry me just told me she’s moving back home. I can’t believe it, Drake. I didn’t see this coming.” Liam shook his head, and took another swig of his scotch. After another moment he returned his attention to me. “Why is it your fault?”

My stomach rolled at the thought of hurting my friend. But time was of the essence, and I needed to tell him the truth. “I’m in love with her, Liam.”

He straightened in his chair. “Say again?”

“I’m in love with Bragnae. I’ve had feelings for her for some time, and about a week ago, I found out that she reciprocated those feelings.” I proceeded with caution despite the anger slowly consuming his eyes. “I know this is hard to hear, and I’m sorry that I have to tell you all of this. She wanted to be with me, but I told her she needed to be with you instead. I knew she cared about you, and I knew how much you cared about her. I thought I was making the right decision by insisting that she stay in the running as a suitor.”

“What the fuck, Drake?” Liam said with a raised voice, slamming his glass on the table.

“I know. I’m a monumental prick.”

Liam abruptly stood from the table, and walked a few paces away, keeping his back to me.

“Liam, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want this to affect your coronation, but I just found out that she’s planning to leave, so—.”

He whipped around to face me, cutting me off mid-sentence. “Did you kiss her?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t going to lie to him.

Liam glared at me. His breathing became heavy. “Did you fuck her?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but hesitated trying to think of the best way to respond. “Sort of.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” He was growing irate by the second.

I sighed. The clock was ticking. I had no idea how fast Bragnae would pack, and I needed to get this conversation over with. “Look, I’m not going to get into those details with you. Let’s just say I’ve never been inside her, and we’ll leave it at that.” God, I hope he accepts that answer. I’m completely at his mercy right now.

He crossed his arms over his chest, still burning holes through me with his piercing blue eyes. “You asshole.”

I dropped my eyes to the table. “I know. I’m the biggest asshole on the planet.” I stood to face him properly. “I know you must hate me right now, and that’s okay. I should have been more honest with you about how I felt about her, but I didn’t want to stand in the way of your happiness. I thought I’d just get over it. I knew you liked her, and I’d do anything for you including push my feelings for her to the side. You’re my brother.” I swallowed in an attempt to clear the lump of emotion forming in my throat.

“I tried to bury my feelings for her. I was prepared to be unhappy for the rest of my life knowing you’d have the girl of your dreams, but then…Bragnae told me how she felt about me, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’m in love with her, Liam. And because I pushed her away and told her to be with you, she has since cut me out. She won’t even talk to me.” Tears started to form in my eyes for God’s sake. “And now she’s packing to go back to New York. I need to stop her, and tell her I love her.”

“How are you going to do that if she won’t speak to you?” His demeanor was calmer now. Perhaps because I was showing sappy emotion for the first time since he’d known me made him see this was a serious situation. This gave me hope.

“She can at least listen, right? I’ve gotta try, Liam.” I took a deep breath. “But I can’t do that unless I have your blessing. I know it’s a lot to ask, but it’s important to me.”

Liam lowered his gaze to the ground, and worked his jaw as he considered my request. He was silent for a long moment before he looked at me again. “She and I never did anything more than kiss. I wanted to, believe me. I even tried to lead her in that direction a couple times, but she always declined.”

That’s… a relief. But why was he telling me this?

“She’s the first girl that’s ever told me no. I told myself she just wanted to wait until she was officially mine, but it wasn’t that at all.” He smirked as he looked me over. “But she was willing to do… whatever it was that you two did together with you, so she must care about you.”

“Liam, I’m so—.”

He held up his hand, taking another moment of contemplative silence. He already had a commanding presence, and he wasn’t even king yet. “In all the years I’ve known you, I’ve never once heard you speak of a woman this way. Nor have I seen you get so emotional over one.” He looked me over and smirked. “Cry baby.”

I grinned at his teasing remark.

He took a step closer to me. “You have my blessing.”

I closed my eyes, blowing out a breath of relief. “Thank you, Liam.”

“You’re welcome. Now, go get your girl.”

“Right.” I spun around to leave the room almost losing my footing.

“And Drake?” Liam called as I was about to round the corner. I turned to face him again. “Good luck.”

A smile transformed my lips. “Thanks. Oh, and I’m really sorry I’m going to have miss your coronation. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yes, you will,” he replied light-heartedly. “Get the hell outta here already, would ya?”

“I’m gone!” And with that, I turned tail and left the royal suite.

I pushed my way through the growing crowds until I made my way out of the ballroom. Thankfully everyone was corralled there, which made the hallways clear. I could run without any interference.

And run I did. And I didn’t stop until I got to Bragnae’s room. Taking only a second to catch my breath, I knocked on her door. And waited. I knocked again. My mind raced through all the possible locations she could be if she wasn’t in her room. I had to have a plan B, C, D… whatever it took. I needed to find her before she left. If I had to stand on the fucking runway itself, I would.

I knocked a third time. “Bragnae? Are you in there? Please open up if you are.” I laid my head against her door. Fuck. Okay. New plan. I’d have check the front of the palace to see if the guards knew if she’d left yet.

As I turned to leave, I was stunned to see Bragnae standing in my path. She had changed out of her gown and into jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Her hand rested on the extended handle of her suitcase.

“I forgot my phone charger.” It was so good to hear her sweet voice spoken in my direction again.

“Don’t leave, Bragnae. Please.”

She blew out an exasperated breath as she walked toward me – rather, she walked toward her door. I stepped out of her way as she unlocked it and opened the door. This was a good idea. At least we’d have some privacy and I could tell her how I felt. She tried to shut the door on me, but I pushed it open anyway, and followed her in.

I shut the door behind me and stood in front of it. I watched her walk over to her bed side table and pull a charger cord out of the drawer. She shoved it in her purse, and cocked her hip when she saw I was blocking her path.

“What are you doing? I have a flight to catch. Can you please move?” She was annoyed, and tried to hide the emotion in her voice, but I heard it anyway.

“No.” She sighed at my response. “Not until you hear what I have to say.”

She relented, exhaling a deep breath. “Fine. Make it quick.”

“Put your bags down.” She started to protest as I walked towards her, taking the purse off her shoulder and tossing it on the bed. I yanked the suitcase handle out of her grip and rolled it away. “I want your attention on me, not your flight.”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest putting up the last piece of armor she had left. “What do you want, Drake?” Her voice shook a little, and definitely lacked the fiery zing it had just a few minutes ago.

I put my hands on the sides of her arms stepping closer to her. She turned her head slightly, but didn’t move out of my touch. “I wanted to tell you how sorry I was for being an idiot. For denying your affections and making you feel unwanted. And for any pain or hurt I caused you.” I tilted my head to the side to catch her eye. “I was wrong. And every day since then I’ve regretted my words.” Goddamn these emotions! The lump in my throat returned as I continued.

“Not having you in my life over this past week has been torture. I missed your smile, the way you laugh. I wasn’t happy at all because I knew you weren’t. You were right, Bragnae. You do deserve to be happy, and I want you to have that no matter what. If you need to leave Cordonia to be happy again, then I won’t stop you. But you have to know something first.” I took a deep breath, and poured all of my energy and feelings into my words. “I love you, Bragnae Bennett.”

Her mouth fell open as she inhaled a sharp breath. “You do?” She barely squeaked out the two words.

I smiled. “Yeah, I do. I have for some time, but I didn’t realize it until after I’d hurt you. And I’m sorry for that.” I took another step closer, lightly tugging on her arms to loosen them, so I could hold her hands. “Bragnae, you’re an amazing woman. I love everything about you, and I know I can’t live without you in my life. I’m not strong enough. And if you decide to stay in Cordonia, I’ll do whatever I have to do to show you how much I care about you.”

Bragnae took in another breath. “Say it again.”

I paused, giving her a questioning look. “Which part?”

“That you love me.”

I grinned, standing so close to her our chests touched. She had to tilt her head back just to look at me. “Bragnae Bennett, I love you. And I will always love you.”

Her eyes glistened with emotion. “I love you, too, Drake.”

My body filled with goosebumps hearing her reply. I smiled, stroking the side of her face with my finger. “Your love means the world to me. And I will never take it for granted.”

“Good.” She ran her hands up my chest, forming a loop at the base of my neck. “So, kiss me already.”

“Yes, ma’am.” We met in the middle as our lips connected in one of the most wonderful and fulfilling kisses two people could share. As the kiss deepened, I lifted her up and walked over to the bed to sit down with Bragnae in my lap. “This brings back pleasant memories.” I was getting turned on just thinking about it.

She giggled. “And we’ll make plenty more.”

“So, does that mean you’re going to stay in Cordonia?”

Bragnae outlined my jaw with her finger. “There’s no way I’m leaving you.”

“Good answer.” Our lips came together again as we both fell back on the bed getting lost in our love and desire for each other.

#TRR Dirty Mind Fanfic #drake walker #drake x bragnae #trr fanfic #trr drake

[mrsamaroevans]

HAMILTON QUOTES PROMPT LIST

I know there are people who already did this, but, anyway. I made this list of prompts with quotes from the musical Hamilton including the off-broadway versions.

"This kid is insane, man"

"There's a million things I haven't done..."

"Just you wait"

"You could never back down"

"You never learned to take your time"

"Me? I loved him"

"I'm the damn fool that shot him"

"Pardon me, are you _____?" "That depends, who's asking?"

"I have been looking for you"

"I'm getting nervous"

"I may have punched him"

"He looked at me like I was stupid, I'm not stupid"

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"That would be nice"

"Let me offer you some free advice"

"You can't be serious"

"Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead"

"Who is the best?"

"Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!"

"I am not throwing away my shot"

"You keep out of trouble and you double your choices"

"I think your pants look hot"

"_____ I like you a lot"

"Oh, am I talking too loud?"

"For the first time, I'm thinking past tomorrow"

"I may not live to see our glory... but I will gladly join the fight"

"When our children tell our story, they'll tell the story of tonight"

"No matter what they tell you"

"Tomorrow there'll be more of us"

"Daddy doesn't need to know"

"Like I said, you're free to go"

"Remind me what we're looking for..."

"_____, you disgust me"

"Ah, so you've discussed me"

"You can trust me"

"So men say that I'm intense or I'm insane"

"Look around at how lucky to be alive right now!"

"Let him be"

"It's hard to listen to you with a straight face"

"My dog speaks more eloquently than thee"

"If you repeat yourself again I'm gonna scream!"

"Honestly, look at me"

"Please don't read"

"Why so sad?"

"Now you're making me mad"

"Remember, despite our estrangement, I'm your man"

"You'll be back"

"Soon you'll see"

"You'll remember you belong to me"

"You'll be the one complaining when I am gone"

"Don't change the subject"

"I'll love you 'till my dying days"

"Don't throw away this thing we had"

"Here he comes"

"The moment you've been waiting for"

"Can I be real a second?" "Let down my guard and tell the people how I feel a second?"

"Who are you?"

"I have some questions"

"You wanted to see me?"

"Close the door on your way out"

"Have I done something wrong?"

"Your reputation precedes you"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit"

"I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight"

"Then you walked in and my heart went 'boom'"

"Yo, this one's mine"

"Then you look back at me and suddenly I'm helpless"

"I'm so into you"

"Where are you taking me?"

"I'm about to change your life"

"Thank you for all your service"

"If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it"

"Now my life gets better, every letter that you write me"

"If you really loved me, you would share _____"

"There's nothing that your mind can't do"

"We're through"

"Be true"

"That boy is mine"

"My love for you is never in doubt"

"And long as I'm alive, _____, swear to God you'll never feel so helpless"

"My life is gon' be fine 'cause _____'s in it"

"I remember that night"

"I just might regret that night for the rest of my days"

"I'll never forget the first time I saw your face"

"When you said 'hi' I forgot my dang name"

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean"

"I'm a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich"

"My father has no sons so I'm the one who has to social climb for one"

"That doesn't mean I want ____ any less"

"You will never be satisfied"

"You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind"

"Well, I heard you've got a special someone"

"What are you trying to hide?"

"If you love this woman/man, go get her/him!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"You're the closest friend I've got"

"Your man has to answer for his words"

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Meet me inside"

"You're absolutely right"

"____ should have shot him in the mouth, that would've shut him up"

"Watch your tone"

"I am not a maiden in need of defending, I am grown"

"I need you alive"

"How long have you known?"

"You should have told me"

"I'm not sorry"

"I knew you'd fight until the war was won"

"You deserve a chance to meet your son"

"Will you relish being a poor man's wife, unable to provide for your life?"

"I relish being your wife"

"Look at where you are" "Look at where you started"

"The fact that you're alive is a miracle"

"Just stay alive, that would be enough"

"If this child shares a fraction of your smile or a fragment of your mind... that would be enough"

"I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing"

"I'm not afraid"

"I know who I married"

"As long as you come home at the end of the day"

"We don't need a legacy"

"We don't need money"

"If you could let me inside your heart"

"Let me be part of the narrative"

"Let this moment be the first chapter"

"That would be enough"

"I gotta meet my son"

"When you knock me down I get the fuck back up again"

"Don't come crawling back to me"

"You're on your own"

"When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart"

"I'm dedicating every day to you"

"Domestic life was never quite my style"

"When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart"

"And I thought I was so smart"

"When you smile I am undone"

"Look at my son"

"Pride is not the world I'm looking for"

"My father wasn't around; I swear I'll be around for you"

"I'll do whatever it takes"

"I'll make a million mistakes"

"I'll make the world safe and sound for you"

"Soon that attitude may be your doom!"

"Why do you always say what you believe?"

"It's the middle of the night"

"What do you need?"

"I know I talk too much"

"Hear me out"

"You're making a mistake"

"I am doing the best I can"

"I know it's a lot to ask"

"Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room?"

"But the sun comes up and the world still spins"

"What'd I miss?"

"Where have you been?"

"I'm already on my way"

"If the shoe fits, wear it" "I'll show you where my shoe fits"

"You think I'm frightened of you, man?"

"And there you are, an ocean way"

"Do you have to live an ocean away?"

"Take a break"

"There's a little surprise before supper and it cannot wait"

"Your son is nine years old today"

"I have a sister but I want a little brother"

"Our kid is pretty great"

"You won't be an ocean away"

"You will only be a moment away"

"It's good to see your face"

"You're not joining us?"

"I know I'll miss your face"

"I'm sorry to bother you at home, but I don't know where to go"

"Well, I should head back home"

"Lord, show me how to say no to this"

"Please, don't go"

"Nobody has to know"

"I guess I'm gonna finally have to listen to you"

"I wanted what I got"

"I'm sure he already knows"

"Excuse me?"

"I've always considered you a friend"

"I don't see why that has to end"

"The only person you have to convince is me"

"____ knows nothing of loyalty"

"You must be out of your goddamn mind"

"You're nothing without ____ behind you"

"I wanna give you a word or warning"

"I don't know what you heard, but whatever it is ____ started it"

"You'll see what I can do to him"

"Relax, have a drink with me"

"Let's take a break tonight"

"Have you read this?"

"You said you were mine" "I thought you were mine"

"You and your words flooded my senses"

"I'm burning the memories"

"I hope that you burn"

"Shh! I'm trying to watch the show!"

"If you had only heard the shit he said about you"

"I doubt you would have let it slide and I was not about to"

"You don't want this young man's blood on your conscience"

"Is he alive?"

"Can I see him, please?"

"You did everything just right"

"Is he breathing?"

"Is he going to survive this?"

"I never liked the quiet before"

"I know I don't deserve you"

"I know there's no replacing what we've lost... just let me stay here by your side"

"Is there anything you wouldn't do?"

"I learned that from you"

"I am not the reason no one trusts you"

"Even if I said what you think I said"

"I don't wanna fight"

"I won't apologize for doing what's right"

"I can't apologize because it's true"

"_____ come back to sleep"

"It's still dark outside"

"I'll be back before you know I'm gone"

"Best of wives and best of women"

"Now I'm the villain in your history"

"I was too young and blind to see..."

"I stop wasting time on tears"

"Can I show you what I'm proudest of?"

"I can't wait to see you again"

"I've gotta stop a homicide"

"What in the hell was that?"

"What in the hell are you doing downtown?"

"I will not let our family be embarrassed like this"

"Let the whole world know"

"You better have another punch to throw"

"You could let it go"

"Stay alive for me"

"People will always be critical"

"Let other people be cynical"

"You're smiling because you know I'm right"

"You didn't kill him, did you?"

"Were you here this whole time?"

"You don't have to bring a gun to a knife fight"

"You know you really oughta listen to your wife, right?"

"Let everybody know you can take a body blow"

"Let everybody know you can learn to let it go"

"You wouldn't know what I'm doing"

"You have invented a new kind of stupid"

"Truly, you didn't think this through?"

"I begged you to take a break, you refused to"

"You know what I'm here to do?"

"I'm not here for you"

"I will choose her happiness over mine"

"____ is the best thing in our lives"

"____ changed my life"

"____ made my life worthwhile"

"I'll be there for you"

"Don't take another step"

"I can't be trusted around you"

"Don't think you can talk your way into my arms"

"You can stand over there if you want"

"I don't know who you are"

"I have so much to learn"

"I have seen women around you" "How they fall for your charms"

“When will you learn?”

"If you thought you were mine... don't"

#prompts #prompts list #hamilton prompt #hamilton #prompts writing #writing #fanfiction #fanfic

[im-not-corrupted]

Safi, No (A Witchlands Fanfiction) - Chapter Three

Also written with @un-empressed​, who wrote Aeduan’s POV for this chapter!

Thank you, @lseultdetmidenzi​ for the idea of littlefox!

Read the first two chapters here: Chapter one | Chapter Two

Chapter Summary:

Merik annoys Stix and Safi confuses Aeduan.

Also on Ao3!

Merik, that fucking asshole, was annoying her so much.

Merik annoyed everybody. It was a generic trait of his, annoying people. Stix was relatively used to it, but the constant talk about this girl he now hated for some strange reason was putting her in a bad mood. He was somehow more annoying today - she had the idea of punching him to shut him up, but, well, she figured Kullen wouldn't appreciate that. Kullen was the only reason she was there after school. He had convinced her to come with them to the shop, which really meant 'I don't think I can deal with Merik alone'. Which was stupid - nobody could deal with Merik alone without going insane, but Ryber, his girlfriend, was there. Stix failed to see why she had to play as Kullen's support system, but well, what else could she do? She already wanted to go home, but that was rude. She only liked being rude to Merik, and he deserved every minute of it. Thankfully, when the group decided to head to the small coffee place before heading home, Stix got the chance to just scroll through her phone and ignore them. For all his begging, Kullen didn't exactly seem that interested in talking to her. Stix didn't mind. She had better things to do than listen to Kullen try to convince Merik that being kind was the right way forward. She knew he wouldn't get anywhere - Merik only had two brain cells, and they both worked together only on a good day. This was not a good day for him. And since Kullen didn't talk to her, and Merik was far too occupied to bother, Stix decided to go through the notifications blowing up her phone. Okay, she was exaggerating slightly - there was only a few likes on posts she made on the app she had gotten only so she could use it when Merik was being himself. She noticed a most of them were from the same person, littlefox. Normally, she didn't bother doing anything like this, but she really needed to interact with a human that wasn't Merik (though to be fair, she didn't think he was human - a human couldn't complain that damn often), so she sent a message to littlefox. Hey, noticed you in my notifications! She typed. I'm a little bored, decided to message you. Hope that's alright! She didn't know if littlefox wanted people to message them, and she didn't know if she would get a reply, but she was really, really bored and equally annoyed. She carried on scrolling through her feed, sending Kullen a 'thank you' when he placed her coffee in front of her. She didn't have to wait long, though, because littlefox replied after a few minutes.

littlefox: Hi, it's great to meet you! It's alright, I was pretty bored too.

Stix smiled to herself and quickly sent another message, glad littlefox actually replied and didn't think she was a weirdo. Being a weirdo meant she was like Merik, and no one wanted that. Heh, great to meet you too! How are you doing? she sent. She spent a lot of time texting Kullen, so she was used to typing fast. littlefox: I'm good. And you? Just then, Merik decided to start talking incredibly loudly, loud enough that Stix couldn't quite block it out despite her practice. "Oh come on!" he groaned. "Why is everyone always against me?" Because you're an idiot and are actually imagining things? Stix thought. Nobody was never against Merik - that was just what he chose to believe, despite how stupid that was. And it was very, very stupid. They usually thought the things he said were stupid, but no one was so against him like he always said. I'm great, though my friends' best friend is annoying the shit out of me, Stix answered, rolling her eyes at Merik. God, how the hell was Kullen his best friend? Stix would've died of annoyance if she ever played that role. Littlefox replied quickly this time.

littlefox: Oh, I understand that. My brother annoys me as soon as he opens his mouth. Stix laughed at that, conveying it through a few laugh-crying emojis. Kullen sent her a strange look. "What on earth are you laughing at?" he asked her. Stix blushed slightly, realising she had laughed out loud by accident. "I'm just talking to somebody," she told him. "Who?" Kullen asked. "Your only friend is me." "And me!" Merik said. Then he looked at them, confused. "Wait, what are we talking about?" No fucking brain cells, she thought to herself. Kullen rolled his eyes, as did Stix, and neither of them gave him an answer. "Who are you talking to?" he asked her again.

"Someone on that app I downloaded," Stix answered. She felt her phone vibrate in her hands and replied to the last message from littlefox, before looking up at Kullen again. "They're pretty cool." "Is it anybody we know?" She shrugged. "I don't recognise the username." Most of their friends had the same app - in fact, most of the school did - but Stix already followed everyone she knew. "What is it?" "Littlefox," she answered, and replied to the next message. Kullen frowned for a second, but shrugged. "I don't recognise it. Maybe they don't go to our school." Stix rolled her eyes. "Really? Wow, how did you come to that conclusion?" Another message came through. littlefox: Sorry, I have to go. Speak later? Littlefox went offline almost as soon as the message came through, and Stix swallowed her disappointment. She was enjoying their conversation, more than she thought she would. She hoped they would talk soon, so she quickly sent another message. Of course we'll speak later! she said. She hoped she didn't seem to eager, but, well, she doubted she would ever actually meet littlefox so what did it matter? She sighed and pocketed her phone. Merik was still being annoying - "But why does she hate me so much?" so she stood from her seat, finishing her coffee, which was close to cold by now. "Well, I'm gonna head home," she announced. Merik didn't seem to care less, but that was expected. Kullen nodded at her. "Oh, okay. See you tomorrow." Ryber smiled widely at her. "See ya!" [x]

Aeduan usually wouldn't bother with annoying people. He respected himself too much for that, even though he didn't think all that highly of himself. People like Leopold fon Cartorra were worse than he ever could be.

If he was being honest, Aeduan had no idea why he hadn't just blocked the guy's number. It would have been easier, and he wouldn't have to listen to Safiya's rants. Or just Safiya period. She wasn't worse than Leopold, but no one was.

At least he wasn't the only poor soul subjected to the doom that was Safi and Leopold's conversations. Iseult didn't seem like someone who'd get along with either of the ridiculous people right in front of him, who were now planning revenge.

Aeduan wasn't about to defend Merik Nihar, but he did think that the pair had gotten a little extra in all their planning. Iseult didn't seem to care. It was like they'd done it before. They probably have, Aeduan thought. Despite knowing the two for a short time, he wouldn't be surprised if Iseult had to bail them out of jail a few times. Still, Iseult was quick to defend them. Well, to defend Safiya. She seemed to be as irritated by Leopold as Aeduan himself was.

"I think Vaness - you know Vaness, right?" Leopold nodded, "good. I think Vaness would be willing to help us if I promised I'll keep quiet in geography."

Leopold, for the first time that day, didn't seem too pleased with Safi's idea. "Are you sure you know Vaness? She's never going to help. You know I love you, but how do you even plan to get her to listen to you enough to reject the offer?"

Safiya grinned. "The answer is simple: Bribery and corruption."

"Safi, no." Aeduan was glad to see Iseult put her foot down, but he doubted it'd last all that long. She was too attached to her reckless friend to actually do something about it. And Aeduan was almost sure he saw her smiling a few times. Even Aeduan had to admit that some of their discarded plans were amusing in a way.

"Why not? You don't want me to be sad, do you, Iz?" Safi asked.

Iseult rolled her eyes as if she heard that argument a thousand times. She probably had. "You can't just say that every time you want me to agree with you."

"Well now you're making me sad."

"Fine, fine, but only this time." Safi smiled triumphantly. Aeduan suspected Iseult said the last part every time. Friendships were weird. "You are a monster, Saf, do you know that?"

"Know and pride myself for it," Safi turned to Leopold. "Now, obviously Vaness, if she does agree to help us, is capable of breaking somebody's spirit with just words. To be fair, what hurt me the most was the fact that I didn't even know what some of the words she said meant. That was pretty defeating."

Leopold laughed and Iseult shook her head. Friendships were really, really weird.

Besides, Aeduan doubted that this Vaness was all that terrifying. He also doubted words could actually hurt someone if they didn't know what the words meant. Perhaps it was the tone that showed how she felt about Safi and what she did.

Aeduan knew how he felt about the fact that he was dragged to a revenge planning session. He even had to pay for Leopold's ice cream because his self proclaimed friend forgot his wallet home.

Of course, Leopold thought it was hilarious. That was nothing new; Leopold thought all his jokes were, and Aeduan had no doubt that he left his money home on purpose. In reality, he was about as funny as a funeral.

Not even a regular funeral of an old and somewhat-loved person with questionable past actions. No, Leopold fon Cartorra was the funeral of a family pet in the garden.

"Aeduan can help too. He's good at making people feel bad. Good thing I know all the toughness is an act," Leopold said.

Correction: Leopold fon Cartorra was about to be the dead pet.

"You know absolutely nothing about me, except my phone number and name, and I don't even know how you got those."

Leopold grinned. "It's just like Safi said before: Bribery and corruption," he said vaguely. Aeduan was already sick of dealing with him, and they had only been "friends" for a day. He pitied Iseult more than ever.

He couldn't help but wonder who Leopold could have bribed, but it was probably an inside joke, or a figure of speech. Leopold had introduced him to many of those just during that one day, and Aeduan hated all of them.

"Now, about ruining Merik Nihar's life for good-" Safi started.

"That's a bit too dramatic considering the fact that we all know what you're going to say."

"Iz, my dearest friend whom I love very much, let me have my damn moment," Safi said before dramatically lowering her voice, "we will need to use two of the most despicable things known to humanity... Bribery and corruption."

"Oh my God."

*

Read the next chapter here - Chapter Four

#The Witchlands #The Witchlands Fanfiction #Susan Dennard #Truthwitch #Sightwitch #Windwitch #Bloodwitch #Safi No #Safi No Chapter Three #Bribery And Corruption #Safi Likes Bribing People According To D #Safiya fon Hasstrel #Safi #Iseult det Midenzi #Aeduan #Leopold fon Cartorra #D Complained At Me For Keeping Leopold Fon Airport A Thing But.. #Leopold fon Airport #Stacia Sotar #Stix #Kullen Ikray #Ryber Fortiza

[tfwhynoy]

So I uh... Miss read a request for a soul mate au. Thought it said Tfa pain au with Optimus but it said Megatron. Well, have a pain au Optimus on me I guess.

When you were a kid you worried that you had no soul mate. Other children would get the pangs of scraped knees, stubbed toes, even a broken bone if they were unlucky enough. While not feeling that was good for the first few years of life when you grew to understand it the lack of pain made you feel lonely.

In middle school, some hope was brought back. Sometimes there is a large age difference between soul mates. Usually, it's a year or two, sometimes it's five. On rare occasions, it can even be upwards of thirty or forty. It was a weird thought, but it gave some hope that when you would eventually feel that pain like everyone else. Through you greatly preferred the even rarer possibility. Your soulmate’s nerves that felt pain didn't work, the only time they felt it would be if you hurt yourself. It was incredibly rare but it still happened. Maybe you were one of the rare few?

When you left high school you accepted that maybe you may not have a soul mate after all. You still loved, both platonic and romantic, but maybe you just didn’t have one.

Many thought such people were sad and lonely, doomed to roam around without true love. 

The community thought otherwise. Some said it was almost freeing, not having the hanging feeling of fate to dictate your life. Instead of waiting for a mythical perfect person you could do what you wanted without having to factor in another person you may know nothing about changing everything at once. Many stories of happily married elderly people were shown within, no pain shared but an eternal closeness still there. Even if you found you did have one later that was okay. You learned to love yourself in the process, despite how mainstream culture portrayed you.

Your apartment was shared with another roommate. A girl in her early twenties who went straight from high school to college named Simi. You had met her on some old forums when she talked about being really uncomfortable with how Simi’s old roommate shoved their soul mate in her face or insulted her for not wanting one herself. With rent being rather expensive in Detroit finding someone to share it with was nearly required. Considering you two lived close and neither would worry about having a repeat of the old roommate, you two had started renting out a small two-room apartment together.

It’s about ten in the morning when you and Simi are sitting together, watching the news. Her night classes meaning she takes up most of the mornings eating an od breakfast of dinosaur chicken nuggets and way too much barbeque sauce. There wasn’t much new, traffic is bad, new robotic development, some random “inspirational” story, some old Detriot on a slow news day.

It’s when the news anchor jumps on and quickly announces breaking the story that you sit up a bit straighter. 

“Homly shisht!” Simi damn near shouts around a mouth of nuggets.

The video feed is of a giant gooey bug thing. Large tendrils sprout from it’s back as it smacks the ground, the concrete shattering as a result. A bunch of cars surrounds the thing, none of which look to even have drivers considering the motorcycle is operating on its own.

When the large creature attempts to grab the largest vehicle, a black and green one, it begins talking of all things as it tries to pull back. You can’t make out what it’s saying, the audio to busy with so much commotion to understand it. Maybe these were some new Sumdac robots?

It breaks free for a moment and you can see the other cars move into action. 

A small child runs onto the screen, red pigtails bouncing as she chases a robotic dog.

“What the fuck are you doing kid? Get out of there before-” You stop mid-sentence as she’s grabbed, the very thing you guessed would happen. You cover your eyes with a groan, not wanting to see some kid get eaten on live TV. “Tell me when it’s over,”

You can hear her shriek faintly and grimace further.

“No wait look!” Simi grabs your shoulder, shaking you to try and get your attention. You peek through your eyes to see what you assume to be the firetruck finish trance forming.

He is are far to advance to be anything anyone has made but even still they stand strong. Lips larger than half women at work and stance chest broader than the men. His stance is strong as he pulls an ax out of god only knows where. The other vehicles quickly follow suit, each one just as impressive and unique as the last.

They rush at the creature, large gashes and dents left with each slash of an ax and hit of a wrecking ball. The smallest yellow one catches the girl as she falls from the creature’s grasp, running her to safety.

It’s great for a moment but soon the green one gets pulled in by his wreaking ball. Even as he pulls back, putting in all of his weight he can’t pull it out. Even as the first attempts to pull it back they still can’t. The sleekest golden-colored bot cuts the cable that connects them to the creature.

A dull pain shoots through your back as the two bots fall to the ground but quickly fades as they stand up.

“Nooo!” You jump as Simi shouts. The golden one getting sucked in while you had been distracted for a moment. “He was my favorite to…”

Each bot reacts, worry painted across their face as the yellow one enters back in. They continue fighting, a graceful jump made by one or an imposing slam made by another. Nothing seems to matter as each one takes a respective slam to the ground when they fail to avoid an attack.

“Shit!” You grip your shoulder as the tallest one takes another hard slam against the ground, the same spot taking the brought of the force. Tears well in your eyes as another bot cuts the limb, allowing them to stand. Still, you can feel an agonizing painful throb in your shoulder as they fight.

“You okay? Did you…?” Simi looks between the TV and you in confusion.

Each time he swings that ax you can feel it twinge, wincing at each attack.

“Are you feeling his pain?” Simi’s voice drips with concern as you curl down.

“Fuck, am I his soul mate? Can they even have soul mates?! They’re just robots right?”

“I… I don’t know?”

He’s pulling something out of nowhere again and giving it to the yellow bot. You aren’t even paying attention fully anymore. Instead, turning to look at your lap as questions flood your mind.

“You okay?” Simi carefully pokes your shoulder again, brows knitted and chocolate eyes full of worry.

“I’m just… confused I guess” You look at her for a moment, processing a little more. “I don’t know how much this will actually change but for now I guess I’ll just wait? If he really is my soul mate then I’ll see him again. Right?”

“Ya…” Simi slumps in her seat, almost dejected.

“Hey, I’m still me. This won’t change anything.” You do your best to give a reassuring smile. “I’m probably going to have an interesting while with a new robot boyfriend thing…”

You think for a moment and place your hands on your face, elbows on your knees as you hunch over and groan. “God, what has my life become…”

#tfa #tranformers animated #optimus prime #tfa optimus prime #soul mate au #pain au #Hello I'm Jared 19 and I never fucking learned how to read

[amailboxfullofwasps]

Goodbye to a partner (long post)

I seriously can’t remember feeling happy with someone. I remember the last time I had someone in my life, but the actual feelings of it seem so distant. Reading over old texts and messages, looking at pictures, letters, gifts, whatever. It doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel like that was me. Not in the, “I can’t believe I used to be like that, I’ve changed”, kind of way, more in the, “I can’t believe I was actually happy at some point, was it really me?”, kind of way. It feels so distant. It feels like a thousand years ago. I feel like I’ll never feel it again. I try, and it just doesn’t seem possible. I desperately wish I could be like that again. I wish I could feel like that again. Someone to share things with, be honest with, spend time with. I wish I had someone who could make me smile with a simple little text. Someone to send a picture to with a caption that says, “This made me think of you!”. Being so excited to hear their voice and see their face. Staying up late just to have more time together. I can’t believe I ever had anything resembling those feelings in my life. I constantly feel like I will never have this experience again for the rest of my time on this Earth. 

    She was a liar. Selfish. Inconsiderate. Incapable of keeping a promise, no matter how simple. I don’t know what the hell I saw in her. Sure, she was sweet and funny at first, cute smile and pretty hair and eyes, but as soon as she had a grip on me, it turned to shit. As soon as she knew I was devoted, it was like she just kept me around for her own ego. Someone to talk to when you needed to be complimented and reassured. Someone to make you feel special. And once I had tried my best to make her happy, she would just fuck off again. 

I had a hard day, make me feel better.

Tell me how much you care.

Compliment me.

Tell me a joke. 

Make me feel special.

Tell me that there’s no one else in the world you feel this way for.

Tell me I’m perfect. 

Love me.

Alright, good night, I’ll talk to you again when I’m bored. 

    I wish we had never met. I’m sure I have learned from the experience, but for the most part, I just want to push her down some stairs or some shit like that. I want to set fire to something she loves. I want her out of my memories forever. I don’t think of her much anymore, but I don’t want there to be ANYTHING to think of as far as she goes. I finally give up, it’s broken off, I stop contacting you. I try to move on. I miss you every day and night and I wonder if I did something wrong. I wonder if you were just being nice and didn’t have the heart to say you didn’t care (Then I remember you’re just a bitch).  

Months go by. I’m busy with work and school. I’m trying to come to terms with moving on; with finding someone who cares. You’re off my mind. I’m working, doing some tidying, and I get a notification. Goddamnit, it’s you. God fucking damn it, it’s you. Why is it you? What do you want? Haven’t you done enough? 

Oh, you’re so sorry, things are different now, you want to make this work, because I’m so sweet and I make you so happy. Seriously? Seriously?  Months go by without a damn peep, and suddenly, you need my attention and time and effort and love? What, did you lose a different food source, you mangy parasite? Did you drain them dry too? Are you starving? 

And like some stupid fucking dumbass brain dead motherfucking imbecile, I say, “Sure, welcome back to my life”. 

Shit.

Why did I do that? 

Why did I do that? 

In the back of my mind, I knew it would end like it always had, and that you were who you always were. The bright side of pessimism kicked in. “Either I’m right about you still being a total assclown, or I’ll be pleasantly surprised by how not neglectful you suddenly are with me”. The fact that I’m writing this obviously means you’re not just an assclown, you’re the entire circus. Grab some popcorn and watch me juggle mental disorders, work, education, and an emotionally distant partner. 

This attempt at an honest relationship was just like the one before it. Me, either finding or making time to spend with you. Me, making sure to try my best. Me, trying to be mature and compromise to make it work. Me, putting in all the effort while you basked in the attention. You, not answering my concerned messages after not hearing from you in days. You, coming up with bullshit excuses to not see me, or even call me. You, getting my hopes up, telling me you care, telling me you want to be with me. You, disappearing again, leaving me wondering why I wasn’t good enough. Wondering if I’m just unloveable, if I’m just a bad girlfriend, if I’m just doomed to never find someone who loves me. It ended like it always did. With you just fading from my life, not with a single parting word. No explanation, no ‘sorry’, no ‘it’s just not working’. It just ended. 

You never had the guts to apologize, or to at least acknowledge that you hurt me. You never said why. It’s been years and I still don’t know if you just weren’t ready for a relationship, if you were wrong about your sexuality, if you just weren’t particularly into me. You never said anything. You never said why. You abandoned me. 

Sometimes I wish you would send an apology. Sometimes I wish you would explain. One last text to say why. But I honestly don’t expect that to ever happen. And as much as I’d like the closure (as much as I’d need it), your word means nothing to me anymore. You had apologized for making me sad and disappointed before. You had said sorry for making me feel lonely even while with you. You said you’d be better about spending time with me, better about returning the favor when it came to even the simplest form of affection. You said you would put more effort into ‘us’. You said I was sweet and beautiful and funny, and that I was a wonderful partner. You said so much. But the silence of your constant disappearances was so much louder. It said so much more. And it was so much more honest about how much you actually cared. 

I wish you had loved me. But it was all wasted. You could show up at my doorstep, hell-bent on telling me everything you should have said years ago, finally answering every question I’ve ever had, and it wouldn’t matter. Your word means nothing to me. Nothing you could possibly say or do could fix what you’ve done to me. It is so far past the point where this can be fixed. So please, this time, just stay gone. 

I don’t know when or even if I’ll feel like she made me feel again. (At first, obviously - I’ve felt the disappointment and insecurity she’s inflicted on a regular basis) I desperately want to find someone who will feel for me like I felt for her. I would love for it to be mutual for once. All I know is that if there is a next time, it won’t be like it was with her. If I’m not being appreciated, I’m not going through that again. I will always wonder about her train of thought, but I know I was a good girlfriend. I was kind and mature and considerate. I took time to make sure she knew I cared and was thinking of her. I took her wants and needs and preferences into consideration at all times, and I deserved better. If I can find someone who loves me a fraction as much as I did her, then I will die happy.  (I don’t deserve you, and you don’t deserve me.)

I don’t know (or care) what she’s been up to since abandoning me without a sound, but whoever she ends up with, I hope they’re okay with putting in all the effort and being a doting partner with nothing in return. God help the poor thing that she sets her sights on next. 

I was a good girlfriend. It feels like it’ll never happen, but if and when it does, I will be a good girlfriend again. I hope my future partner is as good a woman to me as I was to her. (Frankly, there aren’t many ways she could be worse than you)

This isn’t a mature or eloquent closing statement, but it needs to be said. Fuck you, you fucking fuck, and fuck your neglectful, lying bullshit. I deserved so much more.

#writing #lgbt+ #pride month #heartbreak #letter #breakup #swearing

[the--blackdahlia]

Armageddon Chapter 14 (Dean x Reader)

Title: Armageddon Chapter 1

Summary:  Space. The Final Frontier. But for Dean Winchester, space was the last place he thought he would ever go. His family life isn’t perfect, his job isn’t ideal, but he has (Y/n), the woman he loves. Sam Winchester never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He is divorced, alone, and his brother most likely hates him. Working for NASA was not going to be easy. But, when a threat to the earth has him calling on his family for help, what can he do? can Sam and Dean push past his family issues to keep the Earth spinning another day? Based on the movie of the same name.

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Jessica

Warnings For this Chapter: Language, minor character death, tension

Song for this chapter is Roll Me Away by Bob Seger

Check out my Patreon for more!!

The two groups began by setting up the helmets as the two shuttles connected together. Both groups convened by a table set up to make it easier to plan and begin drilling. Sam was in charge of getting the bomb ready with the help of Mick and Garth, while the other guys worked on handling the drill. It was a little different than being in the pool. They had to make sure they drilled to a certain depth, which was easy in the water. But space rock was not the same as water.

“How’s she handling Dean?” Sam asked, looking over at his brother.

“Beautifully,” Dean smiled, “I might have to design something like this for the rig back home!”

“Well, I trust you to handle it.” Sam smiled at him through his helmet and went back to getting the bomb ready. “Okay guys, we don’t set the timer until everyone is on the shuttles and heading home.”

“You’re really bloody brave to be handling this.” Mick said. Sam looked over at Dean.

“If it wasn’t for Dean, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation right now. We’d be trying to find a bomb shelter that could handle the impact.” Ash was standing off to the side, looking down at the earth.

“It’s beautiful.” Ash said. “So big and blue...”

“Ash, do you think you could spare a moment and help out control this?” Benny growled.

“Oh, right.” Ash said, going over. They were running it in shifts so someone didn’t get tired and they had to run it the whole time they were there. There was a lot of ground to go through. Dean would be taking over in awhile, and he stood to the side and watched them. But something about this mission had an element of doom to it. It had to be because of what they were doing, that not just their lives, but the lives of their loved ones depended on it.

“Dean!” Sam said. “Wanna meet your creation?” Sam looked over at Dean.

“I get to meet the big bad kaboom!” Dean laughed as he walked towards Sam.

“The um, the mud flap silhouette on the side was Cas’s idea.” Sam said, shaking his head. “Him and Ash thought it up. Ash named her Brandy.”

“It’s a good name!” Ash called out.

“Not for a bomb!” Sam yelled back.

“Yeah, but for a bombshell.” Ash laughed. Sam shook his head and looked back to Dean.

“Well, what do you think?” He asked. “Did I do her justice?”

Dean chuckled, “I would have named it chimichanga to be honest!” Dean walked around ‘Brandy’ and sighed. “You did her justice, She looks good.”

“How deep are we?” Mick asked.

“Not deep enough.” Dean told him. “We still have a long way to go.”

“You’ll get it man.” Garth told him.

“Garth how deep are we? We need to get to 800 feet!” Dean called out to him.

“We’re only at 125!” He called back.

“Damn.” Sam sighed.

“What if we try and tweak the speed a bit?” Dean wondered, “It’s risky but I think she could handle it.”

“We only have two extra bits.” Ketch told him. “We gotta be careful with ‘em. No hole, no boom.”

“Fuck!” Dean growled, “we need to come up with something… anything… any luck fixing communications with Mission Control?” he pressed the com to Jo.

**************

Mission Control

“AM I WORKING WITH MORONS! HOW HARD IS IT TO GET OUR FUCKING COMMUNICATIONS IN ORDER!” Bobby yelled. “They need our help! Someone better get this right or we are all fucked!”

(Y/n) paced as she heard what was going on. She looked to John, “What do you think they can do? I mean… it’s different from the oil rig but… If Dean can get it to just spin a second faster….” she rubbed her abdomen, using it as a reminder to calm down.

“Did you eat anything yet?” John looked at her. “ You need to eat something… anything… please.”

“John, I’m fine really… I… I just want to talk to him just once…” (Y/n) whispered.

“You’ll get to talk to him again. He’s coming back.” John told her. “But you have to keep your strength up. It’s not just you (Y/n).”

“I got it John,” Jessica placed a gentle hand on John’s shoulder. “I will take her to get something to eat. Watch Ashton for me?” She put her arms gently over (Y/n)’s shoulders. “Come on sweetie, you need to stay healthy, for you, the baby, and Dean ok?”

(Y/n) simply nodded as she let Jessica lead her to the cafeteria. (Y/n) filled up her tray with a slice of pizza, a burger, fries, and a slice of apple pie. Jessica gave her a soft smile as she reached for the hot sauce.

“My pregnancy with Ashton produced a lot of strange cravings,” Jessica chuckled as she sat with (Y/n). “I think one of my biggest cravings was…. I mean pickles were a big staple, but I would mix it with a variety of different flavors, pickles and chocolate seemed to be a good one. Then there was Ice cream and Chilli sauce.”

“Yeah, I have been really into hot sauce, lately and lots, and lots of pie… It’s definitely Dean’s kid,” (Y/n) gave Jessica a small smile. “Jess?”  

“Yeah, (Y/n)?” She gave her as sad smile.

“What happened with you and Sam?” (Y/n) whispered.

“A mistake that I regret,” Jess shook her head as she took in a shaky breath. “I called him a liar the last time I saw him. I… he had never been on a mission before even though they trained him from it… when he said he was going well… I didn’t believe him. How could I after years of not being called up.” Her voice broke. “I just want him to know that I’m here so he can come home and we can work things out.”

“I noticed you put on your wedding ring,” (Y/n) offered her a soft smile. “I think that’s a good start.”

“I hope so, I… I had a very hard time after the divorce,” she looked down almost ashamed. “I was not in a good place, we were both so young, and he was working so hard…. I should have… we should have talked more and communicated better. But then I… I cheated on him… everything went downhill, I became so lost…” Jessica’s voice broke.

“Sam was lost without you too,” (Y/n) whispered. “Jess… The divorce I know hit you really hard… Sam…” before (Y/n) cold say anything John burst through waving to get their attention.

“You guys need to come quick,” was all he told them.

***************

At the same time on the asteroid…

Dean found himself making calculations. Trying to figure out a faster way to drill. The only other way was to try and have the drill speed up. His hand wrote furiously, the calculations but they weren’t cooperating, or at least, it didn’t seem possible.  He wasn’t sure how long he had the calculations going, but his eyes had grown heavy.

He was dozing off, his mind seeing his wedding. His heart skipped a beat as he saw (Y/n) walking down the aisle. He went to turn to Sam to be met with a picture propped up next to him.

Dean woke up with a gasp, “what the fuck was that?”

The dream felt so real yet, he didn’t want it to ever come true. Rubbing his eyes he shook the thought out of his head. Sam was going to be there, he was going to make sure his brother made it home. Sam came up and noticed how tired Dean looked. Walking up to Dean, Sam placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You ok?” He looked over Deans calculations.

“Yeah… yeah… fine, just dozed off that’s all,” Dean sighed. “I can’t seem to figure out how to get it to run faster.”

“What if you calculate the density of the asteroid? I mean, it’s mostly metal here, the drill bits are diamond so if we can calculate that…..” Sam began.

“I can reconfigure the drill to move a second faster.” Dea grabbed Sam’s head and kissed the top of it, “Genius baby brother! Genius!”

Dean put on his helmet as he exited the shuttle towards the drill. Looking inside the panel, he motioned for Benny to come over.

“Ok, we need this thing to move just a couple of seconds faster, we got to try,” Dean pointed to the wires. “You are going to help me reconfigure this thing.”

“Brother, if we try to push it too hard….” Benny gave him a small sigh.

“I know, I know the risks,” Dean sighed. “But we have to try, we have got to try anything we can to get this sucker destroyed.” Dean looked at the wiring and looked to Garth. “How much have we drill through?”  

“About 210 feet Dean.” Garth told him, looking at the meter that showed how deep it was. “But she’s going to need a break for a bit or she’s going to run too hot…”

“We can maybe spare thirty minutes to cool her down.” Dean said. “Shut it down while I run the calculations. But we have to start back up as soon as I can.” Garth nodded and shut the drill for a moment as Dean recalculated everything. The other astronauts were taking samples of the asteroid and different readings. This was going to be amazing research material if they all survived. Mick walked over towards Sam.

“Hey Mick.” Sam told him.

“When this is all over with, you have my recommendation for the space station program, if you want it.” He said with a smile.

“Oh, uh, I’ll have to think about it.” Sam smiled at Mick, who nodded.

Dean jumped back as a few sparks flew, “FUCK!”

“What was that?” Benny asked, “I’ve never seen you have trouble reconfiguring a drill before.”

“It’s the way it’s set up,” Dean growled, “they used Michael’s crap calculations!”

“God I hate that guy.” Cas sighed. “Remind me when we survive to break his other hand!”

“What are we going to do?” Ash asked. “Do we keep running the way we were?”

“No,” Dean went back in and kept working, “ I need to adjust for his crap math!”

“Dean are you sure it’s a good idea?” Benny gently asked.

Dean clenched his jaw, “Don’t do that Benny, don’t do the thing that….”

“What thing?” Benny asked, playing dumb.

“Benny….” Dean gave a warning tone. “You’re acting like HIM… so cut it out.”

“Sorry brother. Didn’t meant to.” Benny sighed. “I have faith in you.”

“Good… now let me work,” Dean’s lips formed into a thin line as he tried to compensate for Michaels miscalculation.

“He’s kinda scary when he’s in this mode.” Gabriel commented. Sam sighed.

“Tell me about it.” Sam looked around.

“OK, that should do it!” Dean felt his nerves getting the best of him. “Ash! We ok to go?”

“Start her up man!” Ash hollered. Dean nodded and started the drill back up. Sam watched as the drill came to life and started chewing through the metallic asteroid.

“GARTH!” Dean yelled over the sound of the Drill, “How’s she moving?”

“She’s going good!” He called back. “I need to go get the timer for Sam so he can make sure it fits.” He headed towards the storage where the timer was waiting. As he picked it up, he looked up at the blackness around him. Sam looked over at him as a smaller piece of asteroid came crashing into Garth, shaking the asteroid they were standing on and killing Garth instantly.

Forever Tags:  @anathewierdo @dekahg @marvel-af-imagines @feelmyroarrrr @nanie5 @imboredsueme @gemini0410 @aiaranradnay @babypink224221 @mogarukes @xxwarhawk @sandlee44 @shatteredabby @caswinchester2000 @supernaturalwincestsblog @lauravic @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @teller258316 @horrorpxnk

Dean Winchester/Jensen Ackles Tags: @queenslandlover-93 @screechingartisancashbailiff @strab0 @maaryisafangirl @deathofmissjackson @hellabrothers @fandom-princess-forevermore @x-waywardaf-x @webcraft4eveh @deansgirl-1968 @2dead2function @jjjjjjjoshdun @stella20131991 @luciathewinchestergirl @sheris532 @bobasheebaby @bella-ca @akshi8278

Supernatural Tags:  @bandobsession98 @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester @fangirlsencyclopaediaofweirdness @ilovetardis @missihart23 @cloudyskylines @flamencodiva @sams-serialkiller-fetish @theas-bedtime-stories @huntingfreewill @ocholove @princessofthefandomrealm

Armageddon Tags: @thefaithfulwriter

#Armageddon #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #supernatural #jensen ackles #fanfiction

[klanced]

soooooo i was late on asking for the second movie but i call dibs for whenever ur organized enough to infodump it: What Happens In The /Third/ Movie Katie Klanced?

I meant to post this last year but then I got suspended and forgot smh -_-

Anyway it’s been almost a year, so here are a few links to refresh your memory on the masterpiece that is my Despicable Me au. In fact, here’s the tag because I love this au.

In my correct opinion, the third DM movie is definitely the weakest in the franchise, and I pretty much ignored its canon plot and wrote my own. So sorry if there’s a few loose-ends/plot-holes. But this is a Despicable Me au, I am beholden to no gods, no rules.

Roughly a year has passed since the events of the second movie. Coran and Alfor have finally gotten together (they’re either dating or married, I haven’t decided yet). Allura is away at college because I have way too many characters on my hands and I have to sideline out of necessity. Sorry, Allura.

The movie opens up with the entire family getting ready for an award ceremony at the AVL happening that night. It’s about as hectic a scene as you can imagine. Lance is running around without a shirt on. Pidge is wearing three shirts. One is her pajama top, the second is Lance’s aforementioned missing shirt. No one has any idea where the third shirt came from.

When suddenly, the phone rings!

Krolia picks it up, paying only 1/3 attention to the person on the line before she yells that it’s for Coran. Coran limps over, half a chewed shoe in his hand, the other half still on his foot. His right eyebrow is smoking. He is, understandably, a little terse when he shouts to be heard over the background din into the phone.

The screen diagonally bisects, to show Coran on the phone and… Shiro on the other side of the line!

Shiro introduces himself as the new CPS worker assigned to Lance/Hunk/Pidge’s case. Coran immediately has a heart attack and runs to his soundproofed study, slamming the door behind him as Shiro continues to just. Awkwardly talk on the phone lol.

Coran, internally: oh shit oh shit oh FUCK oh shit why now why nowwww oh lord is he calling to take away the kids? is he going to take away my BABIES??

Shiro: sorry for the late phone call sir, i meant to call earlier but i dropped my phone in a puddle and- i mean! the life of a cps worker is just packed hahahahahahahahahaah (WHY are you still laughing you IDIOT) ha-ahem! anyway. i’m the new cps worker, have i mentioned that yet? because i am. it’s just that, after we realized that the kids’ last foster home and agent let a supervillain just walk out with them - uh, no offense, sir! i just meant that, well, supervillains are generally understood to be bad- not to imply that you’re evil of course! Haha of Course Not, even though you were Literally voted the world’s most evil and accomplished supervillain several years in a row, but! That’s neither here nor there. Of course. :)

DM!Verse Shiro is a bit of a nervous doof but he also has a spine of steel when it comes to kids and making sure their living situations are safe. And he is very skeptical of Coran and his parenting skills, which is honestly pretty reasonable considering he’s an outsider looking in. 

I mean, someone who was arguably the world’s greatest villain suddenly deciding to move to suburbia with his three (stolen) adopted kids does… seem like a bit of a stretch. And pretty sus lmfao.

Coran and Shiro eventually stutter their way into a productive conversation and arrange for Shiro to conduct a home visit/other CPS survey stuff very soon. Coran politely bids Shiro farewell, hangs up the phone, and has a panic attack because suddenly it feels like all his worse fears are coming true. Because the other shoe has finally dropped.

Life has been so kind to Coran lately, between his loving marriage and his lovable kids. It’s sad to say, but he’d half-expected something like this to happen for a while. Because people like him don’t deserve this kind of uninterrupted happiness.

Alfor quietly knocks on the door and takes in the scene before him. Coran reaches out, and he immediately rolls to his husband’s side.

Coran collapses against him and catches him up to speed. There’s a pause as Alfor pauses, absorbs, and digest the information, before he starts making calming shushing noises.

Insert Supportive Spouse Speech. Alfor reminds Coran that, for all he’s done in the past, he has damn well earned his present life. Alfor can attest to that, as can Krolia and, most importantly, their children. 

It also doesn’t hurt that the internationally recognized Anti-Villain League is both a sponsor of and willing to provide a character reference for Coran. That counts for something, and Coran finally calms down.

This is what we in the writing business like to call “foreshadowing” :)

Scene cut to the AVL award ceremony. Krolia and Coran are both being recognized for their incredible heroics from the past year, etc etc, blah blah blah. Their speeches are very true to their character.

At the end of it, Kolivan goes up and stage and announces he’s retiring. Krolia, who knew this was happening in advance and fully expects to be named as his replacement, starts checking her lipstick in her hand mirror- only for Kolivan to introduce a ‘Commander Hira’ to the crowds.

FML, this is exactly the plot to the Spongebob Squarepants movie.

The entire Wimbleton Smythe-Altea Family freeze, mid-applause. Hunk awkwardly puts away his ‘CONGRATULATIONS KROLIA!!!!!!!!’ banner. Krolia shatters her hand mirror in her fist.

Within her first month, Hira makes some dramatic changes to the AVL. One of which is the agency’s complete separation from anything having to do with villains, including its rehabilitation program.

“Once a villain always a villain” essentially. Hira insists that villains are simply too evil to ever truly become good again, and that so-called “former” criminals are simply biding their time until they can enact their revenge.

As a result, Coran is fired. Alfor protests Hira’s decision, and resigns out of solidarity. Krolia calls Hira a bitch and is also fired.

The kids are ecstatic that their dads + aunt are home 24/7 now. Krolia is less pleased. She’s been an active agent for more than half her life, so this sudden and forced turn for domesticity has her clawing at the walls.

One of the sub-plots is Alfor trying to convince Coran to become a superhero, “just like the old times.” (Coran: Love, I was literally your supervillain arch-nemesis).

Coran is hesitant, because 1) He still has low self-value and doesn’t see himself as a hero, and 2) He’s perfectly content to mooch off his billionaire boyfriend and spend his time as a stay-at-home dad.

To take their mind off their sudden unemployedness, Coran and Alfor throw themselves into preparing for Shiro’s house visit. This mainly entails Alfor calming Coran down from an anxiety attack every other hour. 

There is a lot of tension in the house.

And then, like magic! An invitation to the biggest supervillain symposium of the year appears, because villain mailing lists are especially evil and refuse to take Coran off their register even though he literally arrests villains for a living.

“So you’re telling me,” Krolia says, and Coran instinctively inches for the door. “That you’ve had an opening into the world’s biggest villain convention, this entire time, and you didn’t tell anyone?”

“W-e-ll,” Coran stutters, slapping blindly behind him for the doorknob, “It just didn’t seem very fair, you know? To ambush them like that, all because of their lazy office workers. That’s not very good sport.”

Krolia and Alfor try to convince Coran that he should go. Krolia is convinced this is the in they need to reclaim their jobs; they’ll infiltrate the Supervillain Symposium, arrest all the biggest bads, call the AVL, rub it in Hira’s face, take a selfie while she’s sobbing in the background, celebrate as the masses drag Hira to the guillotine-

Coran: Krolia I love you, I really do. But you have issues.

Krolia: I happen to be perfectly adjusted for someone in my situation.

Coran is still hmming and hawwing because, now that he doesn’t have to fight villains for a living, he quite likes Not Being In Constant Danger. But then Krolia reminds him that he is both unemployed AND now blacklisted by the AVL, two things which might very well doom him in the eyes of Shiro (and the rest of CPS). He needs to do this if he wants his job back and, therefore, keep his kids.

(…. At some point, Coran shaves off his mustache in a stress-filled attempt at appearing as a better guardian, but no one recognizes him so he has to wear a fake mustache for the rest of the movie)

Coran of course is immediately super gung-ho for this plan and declares they’re leaving ASAP.

The kids of course are raring to go, the adults are vehemently hell no to that idea, and in the ensuing argument everyone forgets that Shiro is coming today. 

A series of events thus follows, which can be summarized as:

The adults say that the kids can’t come.

The kids decide that yes, in fact, kids can come and plan accordingly.

The kids are preparing to tail after the adults (after waiting a reasonable amount of time of course (this isn’t their first rodeo) in their own modified plane when they hear what sounds like their babysitter, the Reformed Lotor, coming around the corner.

The kids immediately go into attack mode only to realize, after the dust has settled, that they’ve actually knocked out Shiro.

In their infinite pre-teen wisdom, the kids decide to stick with the plan and load Shiro into their equivalent trunk and take off.

A few moments later, Lotor finally arrives, looks up from his phone, realizes there are no kids to be watched, and shrugs and goes home.

The scene cuts to Shiro groggily stumbling out of the corner the kids have stashed the plane in, only to realize, to his absolute horror, that he’s on an island filled with Supervillains attending a Supervillain Convention.

Hunk: Man… I feel like we forgot something.

*Shiro screaming in the distance*

For brevity’s sake I’ll cut off here, but just know that this is only the FIRST THIRD (IF EVEN THAT) of the movie. I am absolutely off the CHAINS. I still haven’t even introduced Keith yet. I love this au.

#voltron #coran #alfor #krolia #lance #pidge #hunk #alforan #despicable me au #long post #ask #anonymous #katiecanons #if it isn't obvious i'm trying to clear out some of my drafts and. well. i love this au so lmfao #otp: gay dads