#alice's 500 followers celebration

[alicedopey]

In your eyes

( gif credits to @honestsycrets​ )

Fandom: Vikings

Genre: Modern AU, angst, tiny bit of fluff

Pairing: Hvitserk X  Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2232 (definitely not a drabble this one...gosh, I really suck at this)

A/N: It is another request for 500 followers celebration. This one is from @maggiescarborough​ Enjoy, honey !

Hvitserk immediately understood he had fucked up and hurt you in the worst possible way. He could see it. It was not in the way you clenched your fists, or the way your jaw tightened and your lower lip trembled, or how cold your voice sounded when the words “It was a dare?! I was a dare?!” fell from your lips. No, it wasn’t all of that.

It was in your eyes, your beautiful eyes that usually depicted love, understanding, tenderness and a little bit of mischief and in which he could only read pain, disappointment and anger right now.

He wanted to say something, anything but no sound came out of his mouth. Truth be told, Hvitserk was aware there was nothing he could say that would make the situation better. So, he just kept staring into your eyes where he could almost see your heart break.

That’s the moment he heard it. A snicker. He turned his eyes away from you and spotted Oleg, a mocking smirk on his lips. Hviterk felt his blood boiling in anger. He did not think twice and pounced on him with a growl. He wanted to hurt him, he had to, so he punched and kicked restlessly. He did not hear Ivar cheering and Sigurd shouting at his brother that he was an idiot, he did not hear his mother screaming him to stop, he did not even feel Ubbe trying to break the fight nor when he finally managed to do it, slammed him against the nearest wall and ordered him to calm down. The only thing he noticed though was that the chair you were sitting down was empty and you were nowhere to be seen.

“Stay still!”

Hvitserk hissed and flinched away from his mother as she was puttingsome ice on his swollen eye.

“It hurts!” He whined liked a child.

Aslaug sighed, irritated. “I hope it hurts! I thought you were done with this kind of behavior after you graduated from high school. You are not seventeen anymore, young man.” She pushed the washcloth full of ice harshly against his bruised face. Hvitserk winced but did not protest. “Treating our guest like that…”

“He deserved it.” Her son cut her off sharply and snarled. “He hurt Y/N.”

“He hurt Y/N?” Aslaugh let out another sigh but this time, she seemed quite upset. “Oh Hvitserk, I never thought I would say that of you but you are clearly your father’s son.” Her eyes watered. “I wish he would have passed on something else than his poor way to treat women.”

Hvitserk’s rage was soon replaced by guilt. “Mother…”

The sound of Ivar’s crutch on the floor made him stop talking. Aslaug just sighed sadly once again and instructed Hvitserk to hold the washcloth against his eye. “I’ll leave you boys alone…”

She stood up gracefully and left the room, not without stroking Ivar’s cheek before. The youngest Ragnarsson glared at his brother.

“I hope you are happy. You just hurt Mother’s feelings.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hurt Mother, I hurt Y/N.” He replied harshly. “It seems like I’ve been hurting everyone lately.”

Ivar let himself fall in the chair opposite Hvitserk. “I’m glad you finally acknowledged your mistakes. About damn time!”

Seeing his brother’s jaw tick, Ivar groaned but tried to soften his tone. “Listen, you screwed up. All you have to do is apologize and make up for it. Buy some flowers or some shit like that. I mean, the girl has been infatuated with you since day one, she will forgive you eventually.”

“Of course, Ivar. Act like you have some experience in that area.”

It was Ivar’s jaw that ticked this time. Hvitserk knew it was unfair to attack him that way when he was clearly just trying to help but his little brother had no right to give some advice after the whole Freydis debacle. He was also aware Ivar would beat the shit out of him after what he said but it’s not like Hvitserk could not suffer one or two more blows in the face.

Against all odds, he just heard him take a few deep calming breaths before addressing him again.

“I have enough experience to know you can trust her and that you are in deep shit if you lose this woman. Y/N has been your anchor since you’ve met. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure you’ve been in love with her since day one as well but were too oblivious and obsessed with all those bimbos around you to notice it.”

It pained Hvitserk to admit it but Ivar was right. You changed his life the moment you came into it. At first, he had acknowledged your love…or his, for that matter. There was a high possibility he was not ready for a deep meaningful love story in high school but he wanted you to be a part of his life so he opted for friendship…and everything was just fine the way it was until that fucker came along.

“Your little friend ruined everything. Should have killed him.” Hvitserk replied bitterly.

Ivar rolled his eyes. “First of all, he is not a friend but a future business partner and you might have ruined any collaboration. Second of all…” he added in a higher tone when he saw his brother was about to intervene. “Oleg is an ass but you chose to fall into his trap and to pursue her the way you did. Nobody forced you, Hvitserk. You hurt her, nobody else otherwise, she would still be here to tend to your bruises.”

Hvitserk looked away and scoffed, too proud to admit his little brother was right once again. Ivar stood up with a groan. “Beg on your knees with those puppy eyes of yours or whatever must be done to win her back. Should be a piece of cake for you, huh?”

Piece of cake. Easier said than done. For a week, he tried to reach you but you blocked his number, his email and even his different accounts on social networks. Then, he went to your place and when you finally agreed to open the door, Hvitserk wished you did not.

You looked so tired and defeated, your eyes were red and puffy from crying and probably the lack of sleep. The thing that broke his heart though was your own heartbreak he could still read in your Y/E/C orbs he loved to watch so much. There was so much pain and knowing he was the one who had inflicted it upon you was unbearable.

“I…I can’t see you right now, Hvitserk.” You voice was so small, his heart clenched in his chest and he did everything he could to prevent himself from hugging you fiercely. “I need to process some things but I’ll get back to you when I am ready, okay?”

Your voice was firm this time. Hvitserk just nodded and left.

It lasted a month. A month during which he suffered Ivar’s sneers, his mother’s scolding and above all, your silence. But he waited patiently because he knew you would come, you promised and you always kept your promises. In the meantime, he could brood in his bedroom like a grounded teenage boy.

“Hvitserk, you have a visit.”

His mother’s tone sounded lighter somehow so he turned his eyes away from his computer screen with hope in his heart.

He was not disappointed. Here you were, standing next to this smiling mother. You seemed still tired but determined and he gulped, almost scared when his mother closed the door and left the two of you alone. He had rehearsed the words a thousand times in his head but now, it felt like they were refusing to get out. What if you refused to believe him? What if you just came to break up with him?  What if…?

“I’ve always loved you.” You said softly.

Hvitserk tried to reply or to move but his feet felt as frozen as his tongue. Besides, he sensed you wanted to let some things out of your chest so he let you. He owed you that, at least.

“I saw you and it just…clicked. Never thought love at first sight could happen but here I was, fifteen years old and it struck me. I also realized very quickly that it was some unrequited love but truth be told, I did not care as long as I could be with you. So, I took what you would give me: friendship. I trusted you and you trusted me, we really bonded and I loved it. I felt so powerful, above them all, those pretty girls who got your attention because I knew we shared something special, something…they would never get. They would share your bed and be gone but I…you would always keep me around. You treated me differently, you never lied to me, never mistreated me just like you could do with them. I really thought I was as special to you as you were to me.”

“You were, you are special to me!” Hvitserk intervened almost desperately. He could not let you say such things, he had to explain how wrong you were but the look you gave him made him stop.

“No, I’m not. Our relationship is based on a dare, Hvitserk and you treated me just like you treated all of them and that’s what hurts the most. I have never been special or important to you but you…you are my world.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and it broke his heart even more.

“You’ve always been important to me.” He tried to come closer but stopped when you urgently stepped back and leaned on the door.

Confused, he furiously ran his hands though his hair, trying to find the right words to explain what went through his head when he made that decision. “I…I just…that bastard assumed he could get you and make you forget about everyone else. When he saw how mad I was, he dared me to seduce you before him and I accepted because I couldn’t stand that idea of him near you even if it was just to talk.”

Hvitserk throat tightened and his own eyes filled with tears. “I’m not saying it was the right choice but it was the only one I could consider on the moment.

“That was the worst choice, if you ask me.” Tears were rolling downs your cheeks by now and you furiously wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater. “It’s obvious he was just messing with you and even if he truly wanted to do it, you could have just told me like a real good friend who doesn’t want to see his friend get hurt would. But you chose your pride instead. You wanted to prove him you were better than him, never mind that our friendship of ten years got ruined in the process.”

“I did it because I love you.” Hvitserk shouted and you were so surprised at his outburst that you didn’t see he had taken a few steps towards you.

“I…I love you.” He repeated gently as he stared at you. “In fact, I believe I always have. I fell in love with you instantly but I was too scared and maybe too young to admit my feelings for you. I know you probably don’t believe me right now but I valued our friendship just as much as I value our relationship right now. It’s just that I…I took you for granted, I screwed up. I hurt you, not that bastard, I did and because of that, I’m probably going to lose you.”

A single tear rolled down his cheek and he suddenly looked away, ashamed and heartbroken. He inhaled sharply when he heard you come near me and the moment he felt your soft hands on his face, he let out a shaky breath.

“You’re not going to lose me. I did not come here to break up with you. I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself but also telling you how I felt after what I happened. But I love you, ‘Serk.” Hearing you using his nickname made his heart beat a little bit faster but he still refused to look up so you cupped his head and gently made your eyes meet.

“You hurt me though. A lot. And I think we will need some time to go back to what we were.”

“Everything you want.” He grabbed your hands to kiss them fervently. “Ask me anything and I’ll do it.”

“Just don’t hurt me again.” You almost begged.

Hvitserk drew you even closer. “I won’t. I swear I won’t. You’re so important to me. You are my world too, you know. I love you.”

“I love you too, ‘Serk.”

Your eyes met again and Hvitserk knew. There was no doubt he had hurt you and he would have to prove himself to you again to win your trust back. But he had some hope your couple would make it somehow. He could see it. It was not in your shy smile or the way you let him kiss you and kissed him back. No, he knew there was still some hope in that little gleam of light in your eyes and that was the only thing he needed to feel alive again.  

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[hb-writes]

What Makes a Family

Summary: Alice had sworn to Neal that if they ever ended up in trouble like this, she would erase the FBI kidnapping handbook from her mind. She'd forget about him and she’d do whatever she had to in order to get herself out of harm’s way, out of Matthew Keller's way.

Characters: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Matthew Keller, & Alice Burke (OC)

Request (from anon): B) 20. Alice and Neal 🤍🤍

Content Warnings: angst, kidnapping/ hostage situation, guns, found family feels

Here’s the AO3 link if you prefer to read over there.

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Alice could barely keep her head up but she followed Matthew Keller’s movements as best as she could. She kept her eyes open, her gaze purposely diverted from Neal’s face though some part of her was desperate for his guidance, the comfort of eye contact. 

She didn’t want Keller to think they were communicating anything, like they were in cahoots. Alice figured it would be better for them if Keller thought they weren’t on the same side. Then he couldn’t use them against each other.

As the seconds stretched on, it grew more difficult for Alice to focus on anything. She could feel herself being pulled towards sleep, exhausted and dizzy now that the knock on her head had settled in and the initial adrenaline had subsided. 

It was tempting—the idea of sleep, the idea of slipping away for a bit. Maybe she’d be lucky enough to wake up at home. Maybe she’d learn this was all just a dream—more like a nightmare, really. Whatever it was, real or dream, both seemed possible the more fuzzy Alice’s mind became, some part of her figured they were safe for now. 

She felt certain Keller wouldn’t hurt them. Not yet, at least. He seemed to be more interested in talking for the moment, more amused by playing with them—enjoying the sport of it. Alice knew he was getting more from it than just that, focused as he was on hers and Neal’s reactions, but she could tell he wanted to savor it. He was drawing out toying with them and collecting the limited, overly calculated words Neal and Alice had been giving him as answers.

Neal was better at it. He’d taken the lead more and more as Alice's focus slipped. She hadn’t spoken for a few minutes when Keller asked her something directly, and it was no more than a whimper and ragged breath that finally left her lips in response. That was all she could muster, her mind distracted by the throbbing on the left side of her head.

“It wasn’t a rhetorical question, Miss Burke,” Keller said as he stepped toward her. 

The inquiry had been a calculated one. Keller expected a proper answer. He had envisioned the girl’s protests, actually, imagining that his words would make Alice Burke a bit more cognizant, a bit more engaged in their conversation. Keller had thought the threat to Caffrey’s life would bring Alice back from the delirious haze she was steadily slipping into. 

He grasped Alice’s chin with one hand while tapping her cheek with the other. “Hey, c’mon, kid. Eyes on me.” 

Alice’s eyes fluttered open and her blinking gaze latched onto Neal as Keller tipped her face to his. The moment’s connection, and seeing Neal tied to a chair on the other side of the room, reminded Alice of where they were and who had ahold of her. 

She jolted in her chair, her breath catching in her throat. She forced her eyes open the rest of the way, shifting them to focus on Keller’s face and lips, straining to decipher the words that she could barely hear. She couldn’t focus, her mind returning to things that were no longer relevant. Nothing outside of this moment was relevant, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the stupid weatherman. 

Conrad Murray had promised her clear skies and sunshine. Alice remembered that. She’d watched the broadcast with a bowl of cereal in her hands and Satchmo’s head in her lap while her aunt and uncle moved seamlessly through their practiced morning routines. They were in a hurry to get out the door on time, but Alice had the day off from school, so she lounged in pajamas. 

Clear skies and sunshine, the man had promised. 

Alice had assumed the sun meant it would be a good day, and truthfully, it had been. She’d taken Satchmo to the park. Then she’d sat out in the back garden with a book. It had been just the type of relaxing day she’d needed, the perfect day off to rest and recharge before her beach weekend with a few friends from her dance classes, the ones with wealthy parents who had houses out on Long Island. 

It had been a good day, but the night was giving her trouble. She supposed she couldn’t blame the weatherman for this. He could barely predict the rain, let alone this. No one could have predicted this.

But Alice had been prepared for this. She had never really thought about it, but she was as familiar with Matthew Keller as she was with their local weatherman. More familiar, probably. Keller’s face had been seared in Alice’s mind long before she ever met him. She could recall his crimes and mannerisms and tells more easily than she could recite calculus formulas or her Spanish vocabulary lists even though she didn’t spend hours studying him. All she’d done was listen to Neal’s stories with rapt attention and somehow, it had made itself a permanent home in her mind.

When Neal finally broke down and started telling Alice about the infamous cases, the information delivered in small doses under the guise of casual confessions over their dinners and chess games, Alice thought it was because she had manipulated him. She thought it was because she had used a certain charm to get her way, to break Neal down and get what she wanted. Alice had been convinced that she knew these secrets about the bad people her uncle shielded her from because she’d been able to exploit the criminal mastermind into telling her things she had no business knowing. She thought she had bested Neal. And her uncle, too. 

What Alice didn’t know was that everything she knew about Matthew Keller had been shared with her only because Peter Burke had already okayed it. Her uncle had encouraged Neal to share it with her, to make her really understand the danger, to give her a healthy sense of fear so it wouldn’t be some cautionary tale doled out by her overprotective FBI uncle, but cherished insider information pried from the clever guy Alice had come to worship a little bit. 

This way, the information would be precious to her, special and unforgettable like a secret shared between friends. It would be something she had cleverly snuck past her uncle—finding out about the cases Peter always kept away from her. 

Alice caught Neal’s nod, slight as it was, and swallowed hard. There was a granting of permission nestled in that barely perceptible movement—permission and encouragement and a small plea all wrapped up in one—and Alice knew she didn’t have a choice. She had made a promise to Neal and she’d made it over and over again. She had sworn to him that if they ever ended up here, in the custody of Matthew Keller, she would erase the FBI kidnapping handbook from her mind. She’d do whatever she had to in order to get herself out of harm’s way. And she’d do it without thinking about him.

The handbook may have been useful in another context, with another person wielding the gun, a different person asking the questions, but Alice couldn’t expect Matthew Keller to be like a normal kidnapper or a normal criminal because he was neither. Keller was a killer. He would not hesitate to end her life if it was his best move. He would not be bothered by the fact that she was so young, completely unfazed by a bit of humanizing eye contact or by her identifying with him in some way. 

Alice was good at relating to people, but Keller wouldn’t be swayed by her relating to a piece of him. That might even be the type of thing that would make him more likely to end her life, sensing the weakness of connection in himself and severing it before it could do any damage to his chances of success. 

Alice’s head lolled to the side. Keller’s hand reaffirmed its grip on her chin, righting her. His eyes searched for her gaze as she allowed it to drift. She hoped he hadn’t noticed the communication that had passed between her and Neal, that her fatigue and lack of focus were enough to mask it. 

Alice flinched when Keller lifted the gun in his hand and he smiled, chuckling a little. 

“Oh, so you are with me?”

Alice nodded, or she tried to, any movement she could muster limited by his hold and the pain in her head.

“Alright, which is it, then?” he asked and Alice searched her mind for the question that seemed too far away now, like it had been asked days prior rather than a minute ago.

“I don’t care,” she mumbled.

Keller laughed at that, turning towards Neal with a smirk on his face before turning back to Alice. “Is that right? You don’t care what happens to him?”

Alice shook her head. “Why should I?” 

Keller dropped his hold, stepping away from her, the gun in his hand used to gesture as he spoke. “Neal, this girl does not like you,” he said, laughter dancing around his words.

“She’s a kid, Keller.” Neal shrugged. “Just jealous because—”

Alice’s eyes focused across the room, hardening a bit as they found Neal’s face. “I’m not jealous.”

Keller’s eyes moved back and forth between them. He hummed. “Well now, one of those wasn’t the truth...” he said, “and I’m starting to think it was the first one.”

Neal snorted, pulling Keller’s eyes from Alice. “It’s not, if the kid’s made one thing entirely clear it’s—”

“Shut up, Caffrey. Let her speak for herself,” Keller answered. He lowered himself to catch Alice’s eyes again. “Actually, you can prove it. Actions speak louder than words and all that...You know how to shoot a gun, right, Miss Burke?” He continued on without giving Alice time to answer, waving the gun around in his hand as he spoke. “Yeah, I figure an FBI kid like you...your uncle probably has you at the range, what, probably three, four times a year at least? Maybe more if you took a liking to it.”

Alice kept her mouth shut. Keller didn’t need to know that she had only been to the firing range the one time, proving she could at least manage a weapon if needed. He didn’t need to know that she hadn’t liked it. He didn’t need to know that her uncle hadn’t pushed the subject after that. He probably wouldn’t have believed her anyway.

“Good,” he said, taking her silence as confirmation. “We can clear this up easy, then. You're gonna shoot our friend Caffrey over there. Shouldn’t matter since you don’t care about him. Do that and I’ll let you go—completely unharm...” Keller gestured to the growing knot on her head as he revised his offer. “Well, not harmed any further, at least—when this is all said and done.”

Alice almost faltered. Everything inside of her screamed like an alarm at Keller’s words. Actually doing what he was asking of her was taking the ruse too far, but Alice steeled her face and her voice anyway. She willed what came from her mouth to come off as collected and unbothered. She tried to recall when there had been a time that she would have willingly sacrificed Neal to save herself. In those early days, she would’ve done just about anything to get him thrown back behind bars and away from her family, but it was so far from their current existence that she struggled to reach for it. Neal was family now, just as important to her as Peter or Elizabeth were. 

And this was different. This wasn’t putting a man in prison. This was harm beyond anything Alice could imagine bestowing on another person, but if she played it right, it was also an opportunity. It was a risk, but this was a chance at gaining control. If she could get the gun...

“Fine.” Alice opened her hand and twisted her palm toward the gun, the motion limited by the rope securing her wrist to the chair. “Give me the gun.” 

Alice focused her attention on Keller. She focused on his voice and his movements. She focused on steadying herself while he watched her, but she couldn’t do it all at the same time. Alice felt like pieces of her were just floating away every time she centered her mind on a single thing and she didn’t have enough hands to pull it all back and keep herself together. She couldn’t do it. 

“Yeah,” Keller snorted and smirked at her. “Nice try there, sweetheart.” 

He considered Alice for a moment as she sat there bound to the chair. He could see everything she was trying to hide from him—the dilated pupils, the taut muscles she couldn’t quite relax, her flushed skin, but he didn’t comment. 

He was enjoying himself. 

“I’ll help you aim the gun, kid,” he offered. “All you have to do is pull the trigger.” 

She opened her mouth to speak, the words and confidence she had just before not coming so easily now that the task had conditions, variables she couldn’t control.  

“Do we have a deal, Miss Burke?” Keller prompted. It was only a second or so that Alice hesitated, her gaze trained on Keller as she fought against the lump in her throat, but it had been long enough that Neal cleared his throat, saving her.

“You really do wound me, Ace,” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I once considered you family. Guess that was my mistake, trusting a kid.” 

Alice closed her eyes and swallowed, taking in another bit of Neal’s permission. Neal had said what he said, but through the sarcasm, through the acting, he’d meant something else entirely: 

You shoot me—wound me. It’s alright, Ace. We’re family. Do what you have to do. Get yourself out of this. I trust you.

"Alright, Caffrey. Shut up. I'm thinking we blow out your knee cap," Keller said. "You ready, Miss Burke?"

Alice nodded, though the movement was somehow separate from her because every part of Alice was screaming no. Every part of her knew she wouldn't be able to do it. She wouldn’t be able to hurt Neal. She wouldn’t be able to keep her promise and save herself, but it was already in motion and Alice felt like she was going to pass out, overwhelmed by the sensations running through her. 

Keller moved behind her chair, holding the gun out and lowering himself until he was at her level. Alice trembled as she opened her fingers again, stretching her hand wide enough to accept the gun. She whimpered when the metal pressed against her clammy skin, a wave of panic passing over her before she could control it. Alice swallowed down a sob and tried to grab for the gun, but Keller shifted away before she could fit her hand around the grip. 

“That’s what I thought.” Keller let out a chuckle, his breath hot on Alice’s ear as he placed the barrel of the gun to her temple. “You two think I’m stupid?” 

Alice leaned away from the gun and whimpered when Keller righted her by setting a firm hand on the back of her neck.

“Keller,” Neal cautioned, though his interjection almost seemed to go unnoticed.

Keller continued to press the gun to Alice's skin as he started up talking again.“She comes to your apartment twice a week to play chess," Keller said, rising to his full height and stepping away from Alice. "She gets coffee with Mozzie on Tuesday afternoons. And you expect me to believe this—” Keller pointed the gun back and forth between Alice and Neal. “—little show?”

“Now, here’s the thing,” Keller said. “I need you, Neal. I don’t like it, but I do. But her?” he said, pointing the gun back at Alice. “I don’t need the damn kid. And I think you know I have no problem with—”

If it was just Neal and Keller there alone when the sirens first sounded, growing louder with each passing millisecond—the impending promise of safety for Neal and Alice and a promise of something less desirable for Keller—if that was the case, Neal would have made some cocky comment, but they weren’t alone and Keller still had the gun pointed at Alice, so Neal stayed quiet. 

They all did—quiet and still, almost as if they were all just waiting to see how it played out. Alice and Neal were waiting on Keller to make his move, both of them hoping he’d just give up and run. It was the safest move, but Keller was waiting for some sign that it wasn’t just a fluke, that the sirens weren’t coming for them.

After less than a few seconds of delay, while the sirens grew louder and closer, it was clear they were the intended target. Keller was the intended target. And he had no choice but to do what was best for him—run. There were no words, no flashy shows or threats as Keller slipped through the back door leaving Neal and Alice alone while the full force of the NYPD and the FBI closed in around them. 

Alice’s body was racked almost immediately with a fit of sobbing that could barely be heard over the sounds of the sirens and the movements of the SWAT team as they made their way through the building. Neal watched her fall apart from a few feet away, all of the pent-up emotions washing over her and all he could do was sit by. 

Alice was only half-conscious of them suddenly being surrounded by men with guns. She didn't move, even after being released from her bindings, but then Neal was in front of her—standing there safe and whole, less bruised and battered than she was even. Alice stood up on numb feet, scrambling for him as Neal reached out to pull her to his chest. 

“It’s alright, Ace,” he said, holding her tightly as things settled around them. He spotted Peter and Diana and Jones over Alice’s head after a minute or so. “I got you. And look, Peter's here.” Neal tried to shift his hold on Alice, preparing to hand her over to her uncle's arms as he came closer to them, but Alice wasn’t budging. She clung to Neal, holding him like he'd slip away if she let him go. 

Peter paused for a moment when he reached their side and Neal gave him an apologetic frown. Neal knew Peter would want to check Alice over for himself and make sure she was alright, but he gave a report anyway as he tried once again to hand Alice over. "She's alright, Peter. A concussion and maybe a broken rib or two, but she's—" 

Peter crushed both Neal and Alice in his hold, holding them there for a moment before pulling out of the hug to observe the angry bump on Alice's head. “You need to go to the hospital, Al,” he said. “We’ll get checked out and get you back home, alright?”  

Alice swallowed and nodded. She had stopped crying, but she was still holding onto Neal, her hand clasped in his. Peter kissed her forehead before waving over one of the paramedics. The young man started assessing Alice immediately and she reluctantly dropped Neal’s hand as he guided her to sit. 

Satisfied Alice was settled, Peter turned back to Neal. "What about you?"

"Me?" Neal asked. "Peter, I'm fine. I—" 

"You're going with her to the hospital," Peter decided. "Elizabeth will meet you both there and—" 

"But, Keller—" Neal started. Now that the threat was gone, now that Alice was safe, part of his mind was racing with possibilities and follow-ups. It would be best if both he and Peter stayed to deal with the next steps, but Neal didn't want to leave Alice alone for the ride to the hospital either. 

Neal saw something in her break. She was quiet now, seemingly subdued while the paramedic checked her over a few feet away, but she’d need comfort if all that she was pushing aside came back...when it came back. Neal knew it was only a matter of when. And when it happened, Alice would need her family. She would need Peter and Elizabeth. She wouldn’t need to see him and be reminded of the ordeal she’d been through. 

"No,” Peter’s casual musing interrupted Neal's thoughts. “No. You know as well as I do Keller's long gone. I need to stay and wrap this up, but you two go in the ambulance and I’ll be along as soon as I can be. And don’t bother arguing, Neal. You'll need medical clearance either way." 

Neal shook his head. "I'll get medical clearance, but Peter, listen." Neal lowered his voice as he caught Alice's gaze trained on them, watching them over the head of the paramedic. "I really think she needs her family right now. She's been through a lot and...I should...I can stay here so you and Elizabeth can—"

"Neal?" Peter interrupted, a laugh nearly coming to his lips despite the seriousness of all that had just happened. "You are family." He clapped a hand down on Neal's shoulder. "And right now, she doesn't need me or Elizabeth. She needs you."

White Collar (Alice Burke) Masterlist

Angst Celebration Masterlist

#white collar #white collar fanfic #white collar fanfiction #neal caffrey #neal caffrey fanfic #matthew keller #Peter Burke #platonic fanfic #familial fanfic #alice burke #found family #hb.writes angst #500 follower celebration

[late-to-the-party-81]

" want me to model these for you?"

Satin and Lace for my lover

AN: Alice - I had to return to the world a dabbled in for my party gift bag for you, back for my 500 follower celebration - Nick and his spoiled lover.

Beta’d by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog. Dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banner by me

Main Master list | Challenge Master list 

Summary: Nick hasn’t been paying attention to you recently, so it’s really his fault when you act out to get it. Never mind that you know you’re going to enjoy the consequences.

Relationship: Nick Fowler x Spoiled Brat! Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: Reader is a little shit, Manipulation, Immature behaviour, light bondage, Daddy Kink, implied overstimulation, implied oral (f receiving), somewhat toxic relationship, Romanian pet names

You knew Nick would be pissed when you got home. It’s not that you weren’t allowed out; he’d never cage you like that, and he provided bodyguards for you protection. It’s just that you’d said you were popping out for an hour or two, six hours ago.

You could hear the mobile phone going off, again, in the breast pocket of Louis, your chief bodyguard. There was no doubt that it was Nick asking for an update, and your thought was confirmed when Louis’ started stammering in reply and looking very uncomfortable.

“No, Sir. She said she wanted to go into one last shop.  Yes… she did say that an hour ago…”

You smiled to yourself as you looked through the racks in the high-end lingerie store. Poor Louis. He was unfortunately collateral damage in your little game to make Nick pay attention to you.

The former CIA agent had been extremely busy recently with his machinations, and while intellectually you understood that in his line of business some associates had to take precedence over you, the emotional, pampered part of yourself was royally fucked off. And, if you were being totally honest, what did Nick expect? He’d treated you so much like a pampered princess that you’d grown used to it, so when he withdrew his affection, even without it being purposeful, it stung.

Were you being bratty? Sure? Would it help in the long run? Absolutely.

Most people were scared of Nick.

Scared of his anger, his power.

The way he could crush them like the insignificant insects he saw them as.

But not you. You revelled in it. His passion and his anger turned you on, and you knew that no matter what he threatened, he’d never hurt you. At least not permanently. What were a few bruises to your ass compared to the rapture of him between your thighs, feasting on your pussy until you cried tears of pleasure instead of pain.

You heard Louis hang up, and then let out a long sigh.  Maybe it was time to end the poor man’s misery?  

With your choices in hand, you walked over to the counter, placing down the pile of lace and satin. You didn’t even listen to the cashier when she told you the total for your purchase, just handed over the black card that Nick had given you. You could almost feel the tension leaking out of your bodyguards frame at the realisation that his torture was almost over.

Your heels clicked on the marble floor as you entered your home, Nick’s opulent mansion. You had the bag full of lingerie hooked over your arm, the rest of your purchases being brought in by Louis’ subordinates.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

As Nick’s voice sounded out through the entrance hallway, your troupe of bodyguards turned baggage handlers all started before scurrying away at high speed. None of them wanted to accidentally become the focus of his ire. You remained outwardly calm though. You didn’t respond straight away, instead taking off your coat and hanging it up, before checking your reflection in the hallway mirror.

You could feel his gaze upon you, heavy with a hint of darkness and you repressed a shudder of arousal. Turning toward him, you shot him your sweetest smile before sashaying over, an over-exaggerated sway to your hips. Stopping in front of him, you lifted a hand to push a rogue lock of his hair back off his forehead, but he captured your wrist in an iron grip and glared at you.

“And good afternoon to you, too, Nicky. I had a lovely morning, and I think you should give Louis a raise. He really was most helpful and accommodating, despite the numerous phone calls he had to deal with.”

“Why are you testing me, prinţesă?”

You ignored his question, instead lifting up your small shopping bag into his eye line.

“Would you like me to model these for you?”

His eyes flicked quickly from the bag and then back to you. You continued to smile sweetly, but knew from the flare of his nostrils that you’d won, at least this round. His grip on your wrist lessened and you pulled it away, before turning and walking towards the curved staircase.  You took a few steps up before you looked back over your shoulder. The only move Nick had made was to turn and watch your ascent.

“You coming, Nicky?”

“And then I found this delightful little restaurant and had the most delicious empanadas for my lunch. I’ll have to take you there. You’d love it…”

You rambled on about your day as you stood in your walk-in closet, trying on the first lingerie set; chartreuse satin with cream lace. Nick had followed you into the bedroom without a further word and settled down on the edge of the bed, as you’d given him a kiss to the cheek, before walking through the closet doors.

Outwardly you were calm, giving off an unaffected air. Internally though, your heart was racing. Heat and slick was pooling between your legs and your skin prickled from the tension in the air. When Nick was this quiet, this stoic, he was angry, and he was going to punish you for your immature behaviour. You couldn’t wait.

Smoothing the skimpy fabric over your curves, you stepped out and stood in front of him. Nick had discarded his suit jacket, his shirt sleeves were rolled up and his tie lay loose across his shoulders. He looked like the powerful world player he was. And he was all yours.

“What do you think?” You gave a little turn, showing off lingerie from all angles.

“Hhhmmm.” His noncommittal noise had you turning back to him, but you should have known it was a ploy. His hand shot out and he dragged you onto his lap. You landed with a squeak and looked up into his blue eyes as his other hand cupped the back of your head.

“You wanted my attention,dragostea mea. Now you have it. For the rest of the afternoon, in fact. I’ve cleared my schedule, so I hope you have plenty of ideas on how to keep me entertained?”

Before you could answer his lips crashed onto yours, harsh and demanding. You whimpered and involuntarily ground down on his already hard length, as you opened your mouth and let him in. You gripped his shirt, uncaring of how you were ruining the expensive garment. Nick twisted on the bed, tumbling you off his lap to lie flat on the bed. Taking advantage of how your hands were still holding onto his clothing, he grabbed his tie and quickly wrapped it around your wrists, binding you. He grinned down at you and you smiled back.

“You gonna punish me, Daddy?”

“Oh, dragă. I told you. I’m gonna give you all the attention you wanted. Whether you can handle it or not is another matter entirely.”

You squirmed under his gaze as he unbuttoned his shirt and discarded it, before doing the same with his pants and underwear. God, you loved this man. His physicality, his power, his whole aura. It oozed from every pore. He was a gangster and you were his moll. The Persephone to his Hades.

He leant over you, his eyes dark, and his fingers gripped the waistband of your new panties, the crotch already sodden from your arousal. He pulled, ripping the delicate fabric and discarding it across the plush carpeted floor. You couldn’t be cross with him -  there would be more where that came from.

He shoved your thighs apart and wedged his shoulders between them. His fingers slid up your slick folds, spreading your wetness and you whined at his touch.

“I hope you’re ready for this, pisi.I’ve got a lot of attention to give you.”

Tag list: @jobean12-blog @tuiccim @yarnforbrains @sidepartskinnyjeans @krissy25 @bodeckersdiamonddoll @goldylions @ohsymphony @luxeavenger @wheezy-stucky @doasyoudesireandlive @chemtrails-club @seitmai @talia-rumlow @poppunksnowwhite

#nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x you #nick fowler #late writes #jen's 1k follower celebration #jen's 1k challenge #alice 🌸

[niceboyeds]

lys’ 500 follower celebration!!

thank you all so so much for joining me in my endless nonsense posting and shameless Eddie & Steve posts. i am so grateful for all of you!!

to celebrate this milestone, i wanted to write blurbs based off the prompt lists below— roughly aiming for 300-500 words each, depending on the prompt!

rules: if you request anonymously please do not request a NSFW blurb, age must be in bio or pinned post for NSFW requests. i write for Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington only, but other characters can make appearances platonically if requested! requests will be closed after February 14th, 2023 but some may not be posted until after the cutoff.

SMUT taken— 4, 16, 26, 92, 93, 103, 109

FLUFF taken— 1, 2, 6, 13

ANGST taken— 5, 6, 13, 16, 18

when submitting, please include the following:

number of the prompt

name of prompt list

character(s)

again, thank you all so so much!! i can’t wait to get these started!

tagging some mutuals who might be interested❤️

@ghosttownwherenoonegoes @sparks363 @luvmunson @lightvixxen @munsonology @seidenbros @munsonsfairygarden @munson-blurbs @becca-alexa @paranoidmunson @sw34terw34ther @milesthemenace @reanimated-alice @dukesmebby @woahlifehitsyahuh @thefreak0fhawkinshigh

@ghosttownwherenoonegoes @sparks363 @luvmunson @lightvixxen @munsonology @seidenbros @sw34terw34ther @munsonsfairygarden @munson-blurbs @rustedtelephones @reanimated-alice @paranoidmunson @milesthemenace @dukesmebby @woahlifehitsyahuh @thefreak0fhawkinshigh @becca-alexa

#lys’ 500 follower celebration! #lys’ nonsense #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #stranger things x reader #eddie munson angst #steve harrington smut #steve x reader #steve stranger things #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst

[aquagirl1978]

Event Masterlists

'Tis the Season for Smut 2.0

500 Follower Celebration (not complete)

Be My Valentine

Kinktober 2022 (not complete)

Ikemen Sengoku

Chats

New Residents at the Mansion (IkeVamp Meets IkeSen)

Headcanons

Suitors Reaction to Being Called Cute (Masamune, Mitsuhide, Shingen, Motonari, Kicho)

Suitors Caring for a Sick MC (Masamune, Ieyasu, Hideyoshi, Yukimura, Motonari, Kicho)

Hideyoshi Tomotoyi

Harvest Moon

Kanetsugu Naoe

Cosmic Love

Kenshin Uesugi

Serenity

Kicho

In Time (NSFW)

A Heated Mess (NSFW)

A Warm Winter Day

Butterfly Kisses

Undressed

Mitsuhide Akechi

Sweet Dreams (NSFW)

Moments Like This (NSFW)

Hen Party (NSFW)

Devotion (NSFW)

Blue Christmas

Motonari Mouri

Of Past Regrets

Pumpkins

Dark and Stormy

Shingen Takeda

Midnight Kiss

Radiant (NSFW)

Let's Dance

Yoshimoto Imagawa

True Colors (NSFW)

Yukimura Sanada

Remember Me (NSFW)

Ikemen Revolution

Chats

A Trip to Wonderland (IkeRev x IkePri)

Headcanons

Army reacts to Boba Drinking Alice

Blanc Lapin

The Yule Ball

Edgar Bright

Wicked Game (NSFW)

Fenrir Godspeed

Deck the Halls

Harr Silver

An Afternoon Alone

Happy Together

Jonah Clemence

Sweet Distraction, Sweeter Punishment (NSFW)

Sweet on Your Lips

Kiss Me

Lancelot Kingsley

Touch Me (NSFW)

Moonlight Waltz

Luka Clemence

I Need You (NSFW)

Sky Full of Stars (NSFW)

Lips Like Sugar

Ray Blackwell

He Loves Me (NSFW)

Sirius Oswald

Hunger (NSFW)

Ikemen Vampire

(needed their own separate link as Tumblr won't let you put more than 100 links in a single post)

Chats / Headcanons / Fanfiction

Ikemen Prince

(needed their own separate links as Tumblr won't let you put more than 100 links in a single post)

Chats and Headcanons - 2022

Chats and Headcanons - 2023/2024

Fanfiction - Domestic Faction

Fanfiction - Foreign Affairs Faction (plus Cyran)

Fanfiction - Act Two/Act Three Suitors

Ikemen Villains

Alfons Sylvatica

Mirrors (NSFW)

Elbert Greetia

You Are Safe

Ellis Twilight

The Perfect Date

Can't Hardly Wait (NSFW)

Harrison Grey

Truth or a Lie

Jude Jazza

Cigarettes After Sex (NSFW)

Liam Evans

I Dreamed a Dream (NSFW)

Roger Barel

Big Love (NSFW)

Victor

Morning Routine (NSFW)

William Rex

Desire (NSFW)

Secrets (NSFW)

A Minor Distraction (NSFW)

Ikemen Genjiden

Ibuki

Hot and Bothered (NSFW)

Yoritomo

You Belong to Me (NSFW)

#ikemen series #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen prince #ikepri #masterlist #ikemen fanfic #ikemen headcanons #ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen genjiden #ikegen

[aphrogeneias]

𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒂𝒔' 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆

to celebrate rock and roll's softer side — and this blog's most recent big milestone! — i am hosting my first ever writing challenge, inspired by my favorite hard rock and heavy metal love songs. from back in the day where record labels obligated the world's heaviest bands to write at least one love song, and they came up with the cheesiest, sappiest music ever made. after all, those leather and spikes-clad men had hearts too.

RULES

you don't have to be following me to join, though you are welcome to.

deadline: september 30.

any genre is welcome, just make sure to tag your warnings appropriately. if your story is over 500 words long, please use the read more feature.

i will not limit the characters or fandoms you can write for, just follow your heart and have fun! reader inserts, original characters and character x character stories are all welcome as well. wlw/mlm ships are more than encouraged.

when you post, make sure to tag me and use the #power ballads writing challenge tag.

the prompts are not limited and more than one person can use the same prompt, they can be used as dialogue, inserted in the narrative or just used as inspiration or theme for your story.

happy writing! and for those about to rock, we salute you <3

also, here's the challenge's official playlist.

PROMPTS

1. "i never opened myself this way" (nothing else matters — metallica)

2. "i know how you feel inside, i've been there before" (don't cry — guns n' roses)

3. "try to trust in my love again" (still loving you — scorpion)

4. "when you wake up, will you walk out?" (love bites — def leppard)

5. "i've always been a fighter, but without you, i give up" (always — bon jovi)

6. "love's a game of easy come and easy go" (every rose has its thorn — poison)

7. "we're partners in crime" (cryin' — aerosmith)

8. "it's been a long year since you've been gone" (fall to pieces — velvet revolver)

9. "reach out your hands and touch me" (more than words — extreme)

10. "two strangers learn to fall in love again" (faithfully — journey)

11. "love is blind and love deceives you" (prisoner of your eyes — judas priest)

12. "i've got nowhere left to go" (heaven — warrant)

13. "you said i love you without a sound" (i remember you — skid row)

14. "i can't come home right now" (beth — KISS)

15. "don't look back, but think of me" (thunderbird — quiet riot)

16. "your love is a dagger" (close my eyes forever — lita ford)

17. "i want to hurt you just to hear you scream my name" (poison — alice cooper)

18. "i can't wait to see you again" (is this love — whitesnake)

19. "the passion and the pain are one" (sleeping in the fire — w.a.s.p)

20. "i wanna walk but i run back to you" (i hate myself for loving you — joan jett & the blackhearts)

21. "please, don't ask for more" (carrie — europe)

22. "i've seen your face a hundred times every day we've been apart" (mama, i'm coming home — ozzy osbourne)

23. "makes me wonder if it's worth it to carry on" (the price — twisted sister)

24. "everybody dreams of angels" (the ballad of jayne — l.a. guns)

25. "you can't hide your heartache away" (givin' yourself away — ratt)

26. "it's a game that you lose" (runaway — riot)

27. "we can share a life together" (amanda — boston)

28. "do you wanna see me begging?" (don't know what you got (till it's gone) — cinderella)

29. "i know a thing or two, i learned from you" (love hurts — nazareth)

30. "you're the reason the sun shines" (without you — mötley crüe)

31. "tell me all your thoughts" (if i knew — helloween)

32. "i meant every word i said" (keep on loving you — reo speedwagon)

33. "this time i want to be sure" (waiting for a girl like you — foreigner)

34. "i would give you both night and day" (feel like makin' love — bad company)

35. "let me be the one to hold you" (to be with you — mr. big)

#power ballads writing challenge #luiza.txt

[writeformesinpie]

500 Follower Event Masterlist

A masterlist containing the fanfictions created in celebration of reaching 500 followers! For more information on the event itself, click here~

Alice In Borderland 

Monster Lake || Last Boss x Reader || Monster AU [Angst] - .6k

Pseudo Love || Karube x Arisu || Fake Dating [Fluff] - .5k

Attack On Titan

The Mistake || Reiner x Reader || Arranged Marriage [Angst] - .8k

NCT 

Forbidden || Lucas x Reader || Mafia AU [Smut] - 1.8k

Stray Kids

Frills and Lace || Sub!Felix x Reader || Maid Cafe [Smut] - 3k

2PM

Under His Supervision || Nichkhun x Reader || Sugar Daddy AU [Smut] - 1k

Almost || Junho x Reader || Exes [Angst to Fluff] - 1.9k

#follower milestone #milestone event #kpop masterlist #anime masterlist #jdrama masterlist #kdrama masterlist #still working on these but I may never finish so figured I’d post them now #aot #nct #stray kids #alice in borderland #2pm #fanfic #smut #fluff #angst #kpop #anime #kdrama #jdrama #writeformesinpie

[simplysparrow14]

eeeep im sorry for getting back to you late but i GOTTA ask about The Over The Garden Wall meets The Snow Queen!

ahhh thank you so much for asking Tameila! I am SO sorry for getting back to you so late on this!

This is an idea I've had for a while now, partially inspired by my absolute love of "portal fantasy: The Wizard of Oz, Spirited Away, Labyrinth, Alice In Wonderland, The Boy and The Heron, Return to Oz, etc. I've always been fascinated with the concept of change within Portal fantasy, of walking into one world and coming out of it an entirely new person.

The Story mainly takes place in a forest-valley called The Northwood. The Northwood is perpetually in winter, having never rolled over into spring for the last 500 years or so. The land is ruled by an entity known as The Frost Prince, a cruel and mischievous boy (Think Peter Pan but somehow worse) who can wander between The Northwood and the Mortal World on new moons.

Our protagonists are Piper Bishop and August Stroud, a pair of middle schoolers who are celebrating New Years together with their families. However, it's a very tense New Years as Piper and August are in the midst of a friendship break-up. It's a break up that's been a long time coming, fueled by both inner and outside influences. Piper deeply loves August and wants to stay the tight duo that they were, but August is growing up and experimenting with new people and new hobbies and Piper feels left behind by it all.

During the party, the break up finally happens. Piper, in her anger, quickly rushes away to be by herself.

When Pipers sulks on a frosted swing-set watching the firework, she is greeted by the Frost Prince, whom Piper does not recognize, who begins talking with her, worming his way into her mind and costing her to make a terrible wish. Lured by the prince's magic (very fey like), she wishes August out of her life for good. When Piper finally snaps out of it, she sees that the Frost Prince is gone. And when she returns inside, she finds that August is gone as well. Seeing a pair of footprints in the snow, she heads to an old well far off on the property and deduces that the strange kid she had been talking too on the swings took August, fulfilling her wish.

Determined to get him back, Piper gears up and heads down into the well, finding it dry and hollow. She follows a strange passageway of ice and emerges into the Northwood on the other side, having crossed into another world.

From there, Piper treks through the Northwood, coming across several inhabitants, such as a quick witted and silver tongued bard named (who's about the same age as her). He tags along, at first being more of a hindrance but slowly but surly becoming an ally.

We also meet Grimm a talking bear. Madame Fable, a Sorceress who turns people into flowers to put into her garden that's perpetually in summer to combat the winter. The Frost Prince's henchman, an old's woodsman named Klaus. We also get to know several talking anthropomorphic animals (Think Mr. and Mrs. Beaver from Narnia)

Along the way, Piper gets into a trail of sorts with the Frost Prince, and She and her newly acquired friends travers the woodlands, all before a set deadline. If Piper cannot complete the trials, then she and August are forever trapped in the Northwood.

I have several scenes in which I am itching to write/outline but the biggest one being a secondary plot in which Kingsley, who's become good friends with Piper, gets manipulated by the Frost Prince, who tells him that once Piper rescues August, she will leave him forever, which leads Kingsley to manipulate the trail, shattering Piper's trust in him (he gets redeemed though)

as well as a scene in which Piper, after finding August in a frozen glass coffin, breaks the sleeping spell on him by saying that she cherishes the role he's hand in her life and will be fine no matter where he goes because in the end, their still friends.

[best-oakland--ca]

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Downtown Oakland Luxury Apartments

Alice House is a downtown Oakland luxury apartment that offers a luxurious lifestyle with modern amenities. It has ample light and air. Each unit features an Art Deco design and excellent amenities in each unit as well as community amenities available. I love the 24-hour fitness center, which makes it easy for me to ensure my health is okay. I also like the rooftop terrace, which gives a fantastic view of the surrounding areas. Pets are allowed if you have a furry friend. There's a $500 pet deposit covering up to 2 pets per apartment home. The building is pet-friendly and includes a pet spa. Parking guidelines include multiple spaces and can be arranged through the leasing office. If you need more information about this apartment, call [phone]. 

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For the second year in a row, the Oakland Police Department on the Fourth of July did not issue any tickets for the use of illegal fireworks anywhere in the city, but they did make arrests in connection with other significant crimes. According to the department, this figure was likewise zero in 2022 because resources were diverted to activities related to sideshows. It's great if these statistics remain at zero this year. Based on the news, on the fourth of July, as soon as it became dark enough, the skies above Oakland lighted up in bursts of red, white, and blue fireworks. It was like a clockwork event. Read more.

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[alicedopey]

A Malfoy Anniversary

Fandom: Harry Potter

Genre: AU, Fluff, tiny bit of angst

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

Words: 2014 (Gosh, I suck at drabbles)

Warning: Draco is in love (Yes, it's a warning)

Summary: Draco and Hermione celebrate their first wedding anniversary.

A/N: Another request for my 500 followers celebration. Prompts are in bold. This one was written for @mzliterarydreamer, hope you'll enjoy it.

The table was set beautifully; the finest tableware, lit candles and petals of roses all over a lovely tablecloth. The dinner was simmering in the kitchen and her gift was carefully hidden where she would not look. 

Everything was perfect, Draco thought proudly, admiring his handiwork. It had taken quite some time and some help from Blaise – who did not hide his amusement – but everything was perfectly ready to celebrate his first wedding anniversary with the one and only Hermione Granger.

Blaise had been more than skeptical when Draco had mentioned a simple celebration at home but Draco knew it would be deeply appreciated by Hermione. She has been very nervous and constantly exhausted for some time now. He wanted his wife to relax. 

His wife.

Life could take the weirdest turns, he thought with a smile. Who would have thought that Draco Malfoy could date, then marry one member of the famous Golden Trio? No one, and certainly not the lovebirds in question. To say it had been easy would have been a lie. 

Both heartbroken, they had met randomly at Diagon Alley and ended up in bed, using each other for some rebound sex. It slowly turned into a friends with benefits agreement that Draco wanted to keep secret. He had sensed Hermione did not fully agree but she eventually caved. It lasted six months until a bloke had the foolish idea to flirt with Hermione at a party they both attended. For the first time in his life, Draco had seen red and punched the man, exposing their relationship. Hermione had gotten mad and had reminded him that hiding them from everyone was his idea in the first place. Draco had apologized and told Hermione he loved her in front of every guest, her friends included. He had ignored the collective gasps and had kissed her. Hermione had kissed him back, told Draco she loved him too and that was the real beginning of their love story. 

Her friends had been a little wary at first but they had accepted him in the end…except for Weasley. When they had moved in together, he had finally realized their relationship was serious and his behavior softened a bit. Let’s just say he tolerated Draco for Hermione’s sake…and vice versa. His side still remained reluctant but at least his mother accepted Hermione, such as Blaise did. He did not care about the others, his father included. He had finally learned to be happy without Lucius’s endorsement. Now, he was happy and so was Hermione. That was more than enough for him.

The sudden crack of in the air notified him his wife just apparated. He heard her heels clicking on the floor as she walked into the main room. She hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. 

“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Good evening, Mrs. Malfoy.” He replied joyfully. “How’s the deputy minister of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?”

“Exhausted.” She sighed. “But more than ready to celebrate our anniversary.”

“I hope so.” He turned and took her in his arms. “I planned pretty nice things just for you.”

“I can see that.” She said, tilting her head on the side to admire the table above his shoulder. “That’s beautiful Draco, thank you.”

“Anything for my lady.” He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “Why don’t you take a nice hot shower while I finish cooking dinner?”

She smiled at him. “Great idea, Mr. Malfoy. Gives me time to pamper myself and get all beautiful for you.”

She let go of him after a last kiss and made her way to the bathroom. Draco watched her leaving then headed to the kitchen to check on their dinner. When Hermione went back a few minutes later, Draco had just finished serving the food in their plates.

“It smells delicious.”

“And you look delicious.” She had put on a long green silk dress that fit her curves perfectly.

She gave him a radiant smile. “Anything for my man.” 

They exchanged a look before bursting out laughing. 

“Aren’t we cheesy today?” She asked once they calmed down.

“We sure are…but I love it.”

“I love it too.”

He bowed before her and invited her to join him. Hermione walked to the table and Draco pulled out her chair for her to sit on. She did and he gently pushed it back before taking his place at the table.

“Wine, Mrs. Malfoy?”

“I’d rather drink water if you don’t mind. I’m so exhausted I would end up falling asleep right on the table if I drank one drop of alcohol.”

She seemed a bit nervous and Draco thought for a second that she was hiding something before he realized she probably did not wish to upset him.

“It’s alright.” He assured in a soothing voice. “Maybe a class of champagne for dessert?”

“Yes, maybe…now, can we taste this wonderful food because I’m famished.”

Draco laughed at her enthusiasm. “Of course, dig in.”

As a matter of fact, Hermione was truly famished because she finished her plate pretty quickly. She gave Draco a sheepish look when she saw him smirking at her once he had finished his own plate. “Sorry but I hadn’t eaten all day and…”

Draco frowned. “Why? I’m sure you could have taken the time to eat.”

“It’s not that.” She protested. “I just did not feel really well this morning…”

“What do you mean?” Draco was worried by now. “Are you sick?”

“No, no, no, Draco”. She put her hand on his to comfort him. “It was just some stress and I feel better now.” She stroked his skin with her thumb. “Your dinner was delicious. I know it’s not the first time I’m telling you this but you should definitely cook more.”

Draco felt a little bit better at her words but he could tell Hermione was really hiding something this time. All of a sudden, he remembered what Blaise had told him when he mentioned Hermione’s nervousness and his heart clenched in his chest.

“Draco, look at me.” He did and met her reassuring smile. “I am fine, I swear. Don’t worry about me.”

“Alright…still got some place for some strawberries and cream?”

Her smile widened. “You know me too well, Draco Malfoy.”

She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. “I’ll tell you what, Hermione Malfoy. Go and get cozy on the sofa. I’ll bring the dessert there.”

Once she was gone, Draco cleared the table and cleaned everything in the kitchen with the help of magic this time. He took the strawberries and the cream out of the fridge, set them on a tray with two glasses of champagne. 

He looked at them with a frown, remembering she had refused to drink. Maybe she was sick…but she looked fine except from the constant fatigue and her nervous behavior. Maybe Blaise was right then, there was something else. Draco felt the pang in his chest again. No, he berated himself. It was impossible. 

He put on a smile, took the tray and made his way to the living room. Hermione was waiting for him on the sofa with a package at her feet. His worries completely evaporated when he saw her smiling so sincerely. He put the tray on the coffee table and sat down next to his wife on the sofa.

Hermione took a strawberry and dug it into the cream before biting into it. “Delicious.”

Draco’s eyes darkened as he watched her eat the piece of fruit. When she was done enjoying it, he leaned over her to lick the last remnants of cream on the corner of her mouth. He attacked her mouth and she kissed him back feverishly. When they pulled apart from each other, they were both breathless.

“I got a little something for you.” Draco summoned a long and blue velvet box which landed on Hermione’s lap.

“Oh Draco, you’ve done enough already. The dinner was exquisite and…”

“Open up.” He softly cut her off.

Hermione took the box in her hands and opened it, revealing a bracelet made of gold with the sweetest charm attached to it: the letter D and the letter G entangled. The D enclosed a red ruby and the G enclosed a deep green emerald. 

“Gryffindor and Slytherin swapping their colors to show how we became one. You like it?”

Hermione’s eyes were glistening with tears. “I love it, Draco. Thank you.”

Draco took the charm bracelet from the box “The salesman said you could add as many charms as you’d like. Who knows? Maybe the initials of a little Granger-Malfoy production.” He added as he clasped the bracelet on her wrist.

“Draco…”

“I know, I know…you just got a promotion and you want to wait but it’s just a thought.”

“Draco…” Hermione touched his hand and he tilted his head up to look at her. “Open your gift, now.”

She handed him the package he had seen earlier. Draco discovered a plush dragon with an envelope tucked between his paws.

“Go on.” Hermione encouraged him. “Open it.”

Draco took the envelope, opened it and unfolded the paper it contained. He let out a shaky breath when he read its contents.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked in a whisper.

“Hmm hmm”. Tears were rolling down her cheeks but she was smiling. “Are you happy?”

“Happy?” He embraced her cautiously, scared to hurt her. “I’m ecstatic. This is wonderful news.” He pulled back to look at her. “What about your job though? I know how important it is.”

“Don’t worry about my job. It will be here when I get back.” She pecked his cheek. “Our family is more important. I was really happy when I found out a few days ago, you know…and I’m certain your mother will be too.” She winked at him.

His mother has been not so subtly asking for grandchildren since they got married. She would be very happy, indeed. Draco looked at het flat stomach and his eyes widened at the sudden realization.

“Now I get why you were so nervous and nauseous. You got me so worried. At first, I thought you were sick then Blaise said…” He stopped himself when Hermione narrowed her eyes. 

“Draco…I thought we agreed on the fact that Blaise’s advices on relationships were not the best.” She crossed her arms. “What did he say now?”

Draco sighed. “He said…he said you wanted to leave me and were too nervous to tell me.”

“What?” She exclaimed, standing up abruptly. “And you believed him?”

Draco gulped loudly. “Not at first but…I could tell something was not normal and you would not say anything.”

“I was not sure and when I got the results, I wanted to surprise you tonight.” She snapped.

“I got that now…but it did not seem so crazy when he said it. I mean, I’m not a really good catch now. A jobless former Death Eater does not make the perfect husband and you are Hermione Granger.”

Her gaze softened. “Oh Draco, after all we went through, you still believe that?” She sat back down next to him and cupped his cheeks. “Don’t you get it? Do I need to repeat my wedding vows? I’m nothing without you. You are my heart, body and soul.”

Draco put his hands on hers and smiled. “Now who is being cheesy again?” He entwined their hands before pulling them away from his face. He leaned in for a kiss.

“I love you Mrs. Malfoy.”

“As I love you Mr. Malfoy.”

He let go of her hands and put his on her still flat stomach. He was already picturing it swollen with his child and it made his made his heart swell. “I can’t wait to meet the little guy…or girl.” He added when he felt Hermione’s reproachful glare on him. “I even have ideas for the name.”

“Oh, me too!” Hermione replied excitedly.

Draco groaned. “Please, don’t tell me it’s Harry or Ronald.”

“Of course not!” Hermione laughed then a smirk appeared on her face. “What about Neville though?”

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You Got It, Boss

Summary: When Elizabeth is taken hostage and Alice is left safe, the girl blames herself for her aunt's disappearance. Peter only wants to protect her, to make sure she gets what he thinks she needs, but what Alice really needs is a little control and a sense of agency.

Characters: Peter Burke, Diana Berrigan, Satchmo, & Alice Burke (OC)

Request (from anon): 89 for Peter and Alice, if that’s okay?

Content Warnings: angsty-ish, kidnapping/ hostage situation, guilt, fear of the dark

Here’s the AO3 link if you prefer to read over there.

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Peter sat as still as he could manage after Diana left him. After a few minutes of cautious whispers, nothing more than a soft click sounded as she pulled to door closed and he was pleased to find Alice had slept through it. His leg was cramping, the tingling growing painful and incessant. Peter tried to ignore it.

He tried to ignore the restless energy buzzing on just the other side of the bedroom door, too. His agents were doing everything they could to locate Elizabeth. Neal and Mozzie were doing everything they could, but Peter couldn’t help the nagging inkling there was something else he should be doing. Peter had been at Alice's side for a little over thirty minutes now and he itched to be on the move. He couldn't stop himself from believing that there was some other way he could be useful besides being holed up in the hotel room the bureau had acquired for them. Certainly, he shouldn’t just be sitting there while commercials advertised discounted cruise line trips. That was what the doubt told him, at least. The anxiety. But Peter knew that was just the overwhelming concern for his wife talking. He felt like he could be doing more. A part of him ached to go back to the living room of the hotel suite where the other agents were busy combing through evidence, solving the puzzles—finding his Elizabeth—but there was something holding Peter there at Alice’s side, some part of him certain that he was right where he needed to be. 

And even if he had some real reason to head out into the suite, Alice was finally asleep, leaning into him. Peter didn’t want to risk waking her now that she was finally resting, her eyes closed rather than tracking him with that newly dull, numb stare of hers. They both finally had a reprieve from her tired focus that refused to sleep or blink or waver. Peter wasn’t ready to risk losing that just yet.  

He wasn’t surprised Alice was having a tough time allowing herself the rest. The girl was stubborn, just like her mother. He remembered his sister being the very same way. She was just like him, too, he supposed—they had both had to learn it somewhere. 

And because the girl was exhausted and scared and confused, Alice was even more stubborn than usual, the fight to stay awake in her more desperate and raw. She had clung to wakefulness as if it was the only thing keeping her safe. Well, she clung to that, and to her uncle. Alice was still clinging to Peter, even in her sleep. 

Peter was glad Diana’s interruption and the issuance of her request hadn’t woken his niece. He knew Alice would say she was ready to be interviewed again if she was asked. And Peter knew it needed to happen, but he wanted the girl to rest for a bit. He knew she needed it, a reprieve, and that was why he had stayed put for as long as he had.

Physically, his niece was fine. She had sustained no serious injuries. Elizabeth had made sure of that, sacrificing herself to make sure that their niece was safe. And an EMT had checked her over at the house. They had assured Peter that his niece had been well enough before they moved her somewhere safe while Peter worked the case, but something wasn’t right. And Alice wasn’t fine. Not really.

Peter had felt as much ever since the agent at the door gave his report, informing him that Alice had been struggling since being brought to the hotel, her periodic screams bringing the young woman into the room only to find the girl had been startled awake by a nightmare rather than any real threat.

She hadn’t been fine when Peter set her in the back of an agent’s car a few hours ago to take her to the hotel, either. He’d known it deep in the pit of his stomach, but he hadn't had a choice then. And despite the genuine smile that had ghosted Alice’s lips when Peter led Satchmo into the hotel room, she hadn’t been fine then either. She still wasn’t now, not after sitting with her pillow shoved up against her uncle’s side and her treasured Satchmo squashed up between them. The dog’s head had been diligently set on Alice’s stomach the whole time, leaning eagerly into her absent head scratches as she watched her uncle, all three of them completely ignoring the muted television on the other side of the room when she was still awake. 

Peter had stayed when Alice’s breathing finally deepened and her eyes fell closed, wanting to make sure the restless sleep stuck, a sigh of relief overtaking him when he realized she’d been quiet for close to fifteen minutes.

That’s what Peter was after, her getting some sleep. A part of him knew he should have woken her and let the team interview her again, but some part of him just wanted to protect her, to spare her the recollection if it wasn’t needed. She’d already given a detailed report, her descriptions and recollections littered with observations he’d taught her to focus on. If it hadn’t been their Elizabeth that he was searching for, Peter would have allowed a certain pride to swell at that. She’d done well, given the circumstances. 

And he knew Alice was struggling with Elizabeth being the one taken. It was Alice who had been followed home. It was Alice who had left the door unlocked. It had been Alice they were after, but she was well and safe thanks to Elizabeth’s intervention and she was making herself sick about it now—almost as though she was trying to compensate for that fact, struggling against the sleep she desperately needed because of her guilt. Part of Peter felt the same way, as if there was something he could have done to prevent it, like he should have been doing something more now.

Neal and Mozzie were doing what they could. They’d spared Peter the details, but he knew their odds were better than the bureau, so aside from scouring the city block by block, there was nothing useful Peter could really do but wait. Or wake Alice to go through the sequence of events again, but Peter didn’t feel ready for that. He didn't feel ready to put Alice through those short, but traumatizing hours again. He'd read through the report of her first interview and the things she'd told Diana and Jones. In between what Alice had said, he'd sensed the helplessness she'd felt as she was safely trapped in the closet while Elizabeth was hurt— questioned and taken. He could read all she wasn't saying between the lines. It was no wonder her earlier attempts at sleep had been plagued by terror. It was no wonder Alice was clinging to him now. 

But she was safe now. She was asleep. It couldn’t hurt to check on what the others had come up with in the other room for a few minutes. 

“Alright, Satch,” Peter whispered. He scratched behind the dog’s ear before easing himself off the bed, stretching as he glanced at the clock. It was nearly three in the morning. “You’re on Al watch for a bit.”

Peter pointed the remote, clicking the device off. The television screen went blank before he reached for the lamp on the bedside table. 

“No!” Alice’s hand clasped around Peter’s, stopping him before he could turn the switch. She sat up, the grip on his hand so tight Peter could feel the half-moons of her fingernails pressing into his skin. “Please don’t turn out the light.”

The words and the accompanying gesture didn’t match the picture Peter had formed in his mind of his niece over the years. It seemed to him as if something had taken over her, fear taking possession of the brave, strong girl he knew and gripping her tight. Realization clicked into place for Peter. Despite the hour, the room had been blazing with every light when he arrived. The television had been loud, the sound nothing more than background despite the fact that Alice wasn't watching it. It all made sense now. Alice was afraid of the dark. Afraid of being alone. Peter couldn’t blame her.

For a moment, Peter was transported back well over a decade, back to the days when the girl had been terrified of the dark. In those days, Alice coming to stay at Uncle Peter’s apartment meant the light over the stove stayed on throughout the night so she remained bathed in its glow even while tucked into her makeshift bed on the sofa. They still left the light on over the stove every night even though she was now a teenager, a vestigial yet enduring habit that warmed them all—him, Alice, and Elizabeth—the three of them bathed in the yellow glow of nostalgia any time they ventured to the kitchen between the hours of 9 pm to 7 am.

“Hey, there,” Peter said, squeezing Alice’s hand once, her grip relaxing a bit as he did it. “I thought you were asleep.”

“You got up,” she mumbled, pushing herself up to sit against the headboard, shivering though she wore a sweatshirt. Peter was warm with just his dress shirt, sleeves sloppily rolled to his elbows, but Alice tugged at the blankets bringing them with her toward the headboard.

Satchmo groaned at the displacement.

Peter sighed as he lowered himself to the edge of the bed again. “Kiddo, it’s late.” 

Her eyes moved to the clock. Peter was right. Alice never stayed up this late. They had stopped enforcing a bedtime long ago, partially because the girl had rarely needed one. She put herself to sleep early most nights, shutting off the devices and lights earlier than Elizabeth and Peter more often than not. The last time she’d seen 3 AM was when they were due to JFK by 6 AM for a flight.

Peter glanced at the paperwork he’d left in the chair by the door. “And I should—”

“You could work in here,” she said. “I don’t mind the lights.” The truth was, that Alice needed the lights. She hadn’t turned them off since entering the room and had no intention of doing so, not after the hours she’d spent secured in the dark closet in her bedroom. She didn’t blame Elizabeth for doing it—the quick thinking act of locking her away there had saved her, but she couldn't escape the fact that it had affected her. And that time alone in the dark had allowed Alice to come to the conclusion that this was all her fault. She hadn't come straight home after school. She'd met some friends at the park first. And she hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings when she headed home—walking there completely absorbed by the music in her headphones. She had come back through the door without locking it. And she knew better.

If only she'd followed the rules, even one of them...If she'd come home on time—before Elizabeth arrived home—or if she'd paid attention on her way home or if she'd remembered to lock the door, they wouldn’t be here. They would have spent the night at home watching a movie and eating pizza, like they did almost every Friday night. She would've convinced Peter to let her sample the bottle of wine her aunt and uncle were sharing. She would've ganged up with Elizabeth to bully Peter into watching yet another rom-com. And by now, she'd be in her comfortably dark room, fast asleep. 

“You need to get some rest, kiddo.” Peter scratched the dog’s head. "Satchmo, too."

Alice shook her head. “I can’t,” she said. Satchmo crawled up between them again, resting his head in Alice’s lap as she idly smoothed a hand over his fur. “Please stay?”

Peter looked towards the door for a moment, the bright light spilling from beneath it.

“You can interview me again,” she said. “Wouldn’t that help?” 

Peter sighed. “You already gave an interview, Al. Right now, you need—” 

“But Diana said—”

“Were you putting on a show this whole time?” Peter set his hand on the light switch once again, though a part of him knew it wasn’t going to be that easy. He’d never get away with putting out the light and telling her to go back to sleep now. 

Alice scrambled towards him, desperate to keep things just as they were with her uncle close and the lights on. She pushed his hand away from the lamp, but still held it even when he'd given up on the light.

“I’m not tired."

Peter sighed, reminded of when she was just a baby and how getting her down for the night had always been such a grand production that had her parents taking her on late-night walks around the block just to get her down. 

“Al, kiddo,” Peter said, wiping a tear she hadn’t meant to allow to escape away from Alice's cheek. “I need you to get some rest. We’re going to find Elizabeth and we’ll bring her home and in the meantime, you—”

“In the meantime, I can help.” Alice grabbed Peter’s hand, moving it away from the light switch as he reached for it once again. “Please.” 

Peter sighed, knowing that he was going to let her win this one. He was going to let Alice decide what she was ready for and what she wasn't, let her have a little control over what she could control. Peter dropped Alice's hand and moved across the room to the door. He put his head through, speaking to someone on the other side. A moment later, he cracked the door just far enough for Diana to make her way inside. 

Diana sat down on the edge of the bed and gave an encouraging smile to Alice, her hand reaching out to pat Satchmo before glancing over her list of questions. Peter lingered by the door watching them for a moment before picking up his paperwork.

“If it’s too much, you let Diana know." 

Something clenched in Alice’s chest as Peter shifted and put his hand on the doorknob. “Where are you going?”

“To give you two some privacy.” 

“Can't you stay?” Alice reached out her hand to Peter. "Please?"

The FBI agent in Peter knew the answers Alice gave could be different if he stayed, but the uncle in him figured they wouldn’t be. The guardian—the parent—in him instinctively knew that his niece wouldn’t lie when it mattered. She wouldn’t spare herself a lecture over details of a testimony when Elisabeth’s life was at stake. If there was anyone on the earth who loved El as much as Peter did, it was their niece. 

Peter sighed and nodded, moving back across the room to take her hand. It wasn’t protocol, interviewing a girl in a hotel bed with her dog and her uncle for company, but Peter would throw protocol out the window if it could make his girls well and safe.

Peter allowed Alice to pull him back into the spot beside her on the bed as Diana scooted back to give them some room. Alice sat up straighter on the bed, closing her eyes and taking another deep breath as Diana looked back to the questions. Peter watched his niece, waiting for some sign she was ready to proceed. Peter squeezed her hand. “You ready, kiddo?”

Alice opened her eyes and nodded, squeezing Peter's hand in rebuttal, hoping beyond hope that between the three of them, they'd be able to uncover something they’d missed the first time through—some detail that might help them find Elizabeth. Some detail that would help bring her back to them. 

"Alright." Peter nodded before turning to his protege. “Be gentle with her, alright Diana?” 

“Of course.” Diana gave him half a smile. “You got it, boss.” 

“And if I get the slightest hint any of this is too much, I’m calling this off.” 

Alice didn't have it in her to smile. She probably wouldn't be able to muster it until they found Elizabeth, but she met her uncle's eyes and nodded.

"You got it, boss." 

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[brn1029]

Time for your Rock Report

R.E.M. lead singer Michael Stipe recently released his debut solo single "Future If Future" on 12-inch climate-friendly bioplastic vinyl. "Future If Future" marks the first of its kind release to be made commercially available in the music industry. Produced by Brian Eno, the split single also features "Oh My Heart" by Beatie Wolfe.

Proceeds from the sale of the single will benefit Eno's environmental charity EarthPercent.

A limited edition of 500 copies has already been sold out via Bandcamp.

Nita Strauss recently released a new instrumental solo single, titled "Summer Storm," from her upcoming second solo album. Speaking about the new release, the former Alice Cooper guitarist said, "Instrumental music is where my heart is, and 'Summer Storm' might be the song I feel captures my personal style the most: cathartic, driving and emotional." "While a lot of the upcoming record will have guest vocalists, I'm also so proud of the instrumental tracks and excited to officially unleash this one on the world," she added.

"Summer Storm" is a follow-up to "Dead Inside," featuring guest vocals from Disturbed frontman David Draiman.

YES have announced details for the U.S. leg of their "The Album Series Tour 2022," celebrating the 50th anniversary of the rock band's iconic 1972 album, Close To The Edge. This marks the band's first trek in the U.S. since 2019 and will kick off with two shows at the Keswick Theatre in Glenside, Pennsylvania, on October 7 and 8. The U.S. leg will wrap in New York at the NYCB Theatre on November 19. Tickets will go on sale on September 2. The U.S. tour is dedicated to the late Alan White, the band's legendary drummer who died in May. Before the tour gets underway, a special tribute concert — "Alan White: Celebrating His Life and Music" — will be held on October 2 at the Paramount Theatre in Seattle.

[arumi-mangotroid]

here’s to celebrate 400 followers on tumblr and 500 on twitter!! thank you guys so so much!!!

#touhou #東方 project #alice margatroid #Arumi's art #this took foooooooorever to draw #i meant for it to celebrate 400 followers on both platforms but i took so long that i ended up reaching 500 on twitter.....^^' #refined(?) pieces like these are hard for me but i think it turned out well! now that im done i can already see how much i could've improved #but its the learning process thats important #im just proud of completing this tbh #those light particles were annoying to create too omg its the first time i've tried doing them #anyways enjoy!!

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Babe babe can I get a hot shirtless on any movie/movies Something that has meaning “dang, I’m going to fall on my knees because this is too much hotness to handle”

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hi cutie! congrats on the milestone! i am so happy for you my dear! what about #36, Hat, Scarf and Mittens with Bucky?

Thank you so much Alice 💖

For my 500 follower + Holiday celebration

Bucky Barnes + Hat, Scarf and Mittens

This is the unofficial second part to this holiday drabble, but you can read the drabble by itself as well

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“Hats?”

“Check.”

“Scarves?”

“Check!”

“Mittens?”

“I knew I forgot something!” Your eldest daughter yelled as she ran scrambling back to her room. She most definitely inherited her horrid short term memory from her father.

“No one leaves without all three.” Bucky mimicked your words from earlier that morning to your youngest who was rugged up in his arms.

“We can’t afford for anyone to get hypothermia in this weather.” You mentioned pulling down the beanie your youngest was wearing so that it completely covered her ears, beaming down at her as she gave you a cheeky smile, laughing at the funny big word.

“Ice skate! Ice skate!” She chanted, quickly becoming impatient, squirming in Bucky’s arms, trying to pull him even a fraction closer to your front door.

“Mittens? Check!” Your eldest daughter scurried back into the hallway, mittens pulled onto her small hands, giving herself a self-five.

“Mama bear satisfied?” Bucky asked, shooting you a smirk which had the same curve as the grin your daughter in his arms had given you a moment ago. You adored the nickname he had bestowed on you, it was yet another reminder you and him created the two most perfect angels in the world.

“Mommy, time to go!” Your youngest interrupted your thoughts, all three of them looking at you expectantly.

“Alright munchkins, time to skate!”

The girls were bouncing off the walls that entire morning, but that energy was nothing compared to once you left the house. On the way to the rink, Bucky occasionally teased them by stopping to bend down and do up the laces on his boots, which was only met with impatient whines from the girls who most definitely didn’t find his ruses funny.

Once at the rink, you took your youngest to the sectioned off corner where the small children could skate without getting trampled on, whilst Bucky took your eldest to the main section of the rink.

Neither had skated before, and was probably the reasoning behind why they were so excited earlier in the day - but that excited energy, along with the effort her chubby little legs exerted in keeping her upright in the skates, soon meant your youngest crashed into a nap in your arms.

You weren’t sure if she would be able to remember this day verbatim when she was older, but you hoped that she would at least be able to recall the exhilaration she felt before her first time on the ice.

Walking around along the side of the rink, you watched as Bucky held your eldest’s hand as she shuffled along the ice. She wasn’t yet able to glide elegantly as the experienced skaters, but you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. The love of you life and the life your love created having an absolute ball, your daughter holding onto her father for dear life but with the largest smile on her face.

“Mommy, did you see? Did you see?” Your eldest asked frantically as Bucky helped steer her towards the edge of the rink where you were standing.

“I did baby, you were fantastic! Might be a professional figure skater when you grow up!” The elation in her eyes at your words made every difficult day as a parent worth it. Standing tall and proud beside her was Bucky, whose burly frame contrasted the soft look in his eye as he gazed at your youngest sleeping in your arms.

“C’mon, we need to get your sister home - she’s absolutely exhausted.” You said after taking just one moment longer to appreciate Bucky’s loving stare.

“Oh, one more lap, please Mommy?” She begged, sticking her bottom lip out in an adorable pout.

“Okay baby, one more lap.” You weren’t sure you could ever say no to her.

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[therealvinelle]

Pretty sure I remember a fic on AO3 a while back where Carlisle actually had the ability to kill anyone just by thinking about it. Not quite the same as Torgrim, but in the same vein.

Regarding your random explosion generator, I kinda think you’d need to include a bunch of Random Volturi witnesses, otherwise Torgrim hits the Cullens and Company too often. This is assuming his power has a range and can’t blow up random vampires across the world

(Anon is referring to this post.)

That fic sounds delightful.

As for the names used, I could have made the odds more even by writing "Volturi witness #1" and so on until we had an equal number of Cullens and Volturi, and included "Random vampire across the globe #1" until we had 500 vampires, but I wanted it to be a list of only the vampires we know for a fact were alive at the time.

I amended it now, now there are two bodyguards for the wives, five unnamed Volturi guard members, ten unnamed Volturi witnesses, five recruits in Maria's army, five recruits in a rival army, and twenty random vampires across the globe. We now have 100 vampires in total. The Volturi outnumber the Cullens.

Let's give Torgrim a spin.

Alice blows up.

Oh, oh Torgrim, you beautiful piece of python.

But, assuming the stage setting is the Breaking Dawn trial, then Alice hasn't arrived yet. The Cullen side doesn't know she's dead and think instead that Bella shielded them from whatever gift this new guy has. They grow even more confident.

Torgrim, sweating, tries again.

Jane blows up.

... oh Torgrim.

After a long moment of shock, the Cullen side slowly starts cheering, while the Volturi stand there in shock. Aro opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out.

Abruply this situation has now changed from the Cullens standing up against the Volturi, to the Volturi losing their power here in front of everyone. Jane is dead, god knows if Alec will be functional after this, and Bella's shield is unyielding.

Torgrim knows this.

Dizzy with shock at what he did, he does the only thing he can do.

Before anyone can stop him he uses his gift.

Volturi guard member #1 blows up.

Aro finds his voice again, and dully asks Torgrim to stop. Just stop. They have to leave, now.

But Torgrim is trapped in a living nightmare, and he has to fix this.

Tia blows up.

The Cullen side is shocked, they thought Bella was shielding them.

Edward, at this point, has pieced together from the thoughts of the Volturi what it is that Torgrim does. He yells it out, at the same time as the Romanians declare all-out war. The Volturi just lost one half of the witch twin duo, they killed an innocent woman, let's take them now.

Aro, knowing that as it is now they outnumber the Cullen side and can still win, screams at Torgrim to stop.

But Torgrim killed Jane, and another guard. He has proven himself too deadly to live. Even if Aro, somehow, pardoned him, Alec will hunt him to the ends of the earth.

If the Cullens win, Torgrim's fate will be no different. He's a Volturi, and he killed someone's mate. He's dead.

Unless, of course, he kills the others first.

He uses his gift.

Marcus blows up.

Aro screams, and charges at Torgrim himself.

Torgrim starts running and uses his gift again, and again, and again, and again, hoping to luck out and get Aro.

Newborn army recruit (Rivaling army to Maria's #1) blows up.

Random vampire across the globe #17 blows up.

Heidi blows up.

Boris blows up.

Aro catches up to him and jumps up on his shoulders, and Torgrim has one last moment to use his gift before his head is torn off.

Random vampire across the globe #14 blows up.

Aro rips off Torgrim's head, and his limbs and hands and feet and phalanges as well for good measure. It's brutal.

There is no battle.

They're all just standing there, watching Aro rip this guy to teeny tiny pieces and then stomp across the clearing to get Caius' lighter and stomp back to incinerate every shred that ever dared to call itself Torgrim.

A solid ten minutes go by as they all watch Torgrim burn.

Four Volturi just blew up.

Finally, Vladimir declares glorious battle. Or tries he opens his mouth to do so, but Carlisle cuts him off by raising a hand. To his everlasting embarassment, this shuts him up.

Carlisle breaks the oppressive silence to offer Aro his condolences.

Aro is silent for several horribly long seconds, long enough for Carlisle to swallow nervously (having super hearing, everybody present hears this), before he thanks him.

The Volturi leave shortly after that.

The Cullen victory celebration lasts until Jasper stumbles home in a daze.

The following weeks are filled with reports of vampires all across the globe blowing up randomly.

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