#takes them both by the scruff and shakes them violently

[piercedmysoul]

the more i rewatch good omens the more upset i get at aziracrow BC IF ONLY YOU WOULD TELL EACH OTHER ALL THE IMPORTANT STUFF AND THE DANGER U MIGHT BE IN AND THAT U MIGHT DIE AND THAT THEY ARE THREATENING YOU WE WOULDNT BE IN THIS SITUATION RIGHT NOW WOULD WE??????????

#takes them both by the scruff and shakes them violently #theyre so dumb #ineffable idiots #good omens #good omens 2 #aziracrow #ineffable husbands

[danikamariewrites]

could i please request an az x reader, reader used to be an assassin and a ruthless contract killer. she turned her life around and is a trusted war strategist for the inner circle. although she doesn’t kill if she doesn’t have to, reader still gets urges and can be riled up by people who annoys her. Azriel knows how much she represses her murderous side and wants her to blow of some steam.

He creates a little game where he releases some prisoners/traitors/criminals from his dungeon, that he was planning on torturing, into the woods and if reader catches she gets to torture them with him.

couple who tortures together stays together 😍

The Game

Azriel x dark!reader

A/n: I’m loving the dark requests I’ve been getting they’ve been so interesting to write, thanks anon!

Warnings: dark reader, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of torture

In the middle of the High Lords meeting you couldn’t take it anymore. Your jaw was sore from clenching it too hard. Your gums hurting from grinding your teeth down. Tamlin and Beron were fighting loudly and you had the urge to remove ones head and the other’s tongue. You had to get out or your violent tendencies would come out and you weren’t interested in being thrown in prison today.

You stood abruptly from the table and left without saying a word. The High Lords didn’t quit their bickering but you felt a few pairs of eyes on your back. You didn’t know how far you had walked from the room. All that matters was it was silent, just your breathing and heartbeat reaching your ears.

Moments later you heard Azriel’s footsteps. He would never make himself known, but in this case he didn’t want to piss you off more. Azriel stood in front of you, his shadows swirling around the both of you to give you some privacy.

“I didn’t want to kill them.” You said flatly. A smirk pulled the corner of Azriel’s lips. “I figured.” A moment of silence passed between you two. You rolled out your neck to release some tension. “Did you just start getting the urge today, or for a few days?” You shake your head, “Just during the meeting.” Azriel nodded silently.

“We can play the game tonight if you want.” You looked at your beloved boyfriend with a devilish grin. All teeth and cold. “Sounds perfect.”

———

As the last of the sun disappeared you stood at the edge of the woods waiting for Azriel. You double and triple checked your daggers, sword, and your compact crossbow. The compact wasn’t your most lethal weapon, but the people you hunted didn’t know that. Plus it was cute.

Behind you, you heard the sounds of muffled struggling as Azriel dragged one of his latest prisoners beside him. “It’ll be good chase. He fought me getting out of his cell.” You clicked your tongue at him. “I hope you didn’t bang him up too badly. That takes the fun out of it for me.”

Azriel held the male by the scruff of his neck, a black bag still over his head. The male was panicking, twisting his head around as if he could see his surroundings. “His crimes?” That was part of the game Azriel made for you.

When you had the urge to go back to your old ways, thanks to having been brainwashed as a child, Azriel let you hunt down prisoners who were going to be put to death or deserved it. “Treason, against out high lord and lady. He had plans to take Lady Night, like he could, and deliver her to the middle.” You shook your head at the male.

“That’s what I want to know,” Azriel continued, “put the fear of the Mother into him. And maybe he’ll cooperate.” The male was visibly shaking. He was trying to plead with Azriel. The words incoherent thanks to the gag in his mouth.

“Your head start begins now.” At that you booked it into the trees, finding a place the hide out until the male eventually came running this way. They we’re all so predictable. None of these criminals ever gave you a real fight. Yes they’d run and run but that was utterly boring. You wanted at least one to try and hit you. It would give you a reason to never stop hitting them.

Minutes passed as you sat still tucked away between two thick trees whose trunks were almost touching. Finally you heard the males pathetic panting breathes. His heavy footsteps thundering against the forest floor.

The male stopped in front of your hiding spot as he whipped his head around. His eyes wild as he tried to take in his entire surrounding. Silently, you drew the compact crossbow, nocking an arrow. Aiming at his head you let it fly. The small arrow nicked the males ear finding home in the tree next to him.

He let out a small scream and started to run further into the woods. Rolling your eyes, you stood and followed at a break neck speed. You drew two daggers as you caught up to him.

You threw the first one, aiming for the middle of his calf. The dagger stuck and the male feel to the ground wailing in pain. He only stopped a moment. Gripping at his leg and crawling away.

You had to give him credit, he was the most determined to get away from you. You walked lazily toward the whimpering male. Tossing your dagger in the air and catching it by the handle. “Are you going to get up? Because this is pathetic.” You drawled. “Fuck off bitch!”

“Oohhh creative.” You were getting bored. You wanted to get to the good part but you were still figuring out how you wanted to end this. He reached out his hand to pull himself forward again. There was your mark. Standing over him you flung the dagger down so it would go right through the middle of his hand.

The male screamed out in pain. He stopped moving so you rested your black-booted foot between his shoulder blades. You whistled for Azriel. Signaling the game was over.

Azriel dove through the canopy of trees, landing with a loud thud that shook the surrounding trees. Azriel smiled at you, “Good. He’ll still be able to speak.” You pressed down on the males back and he let out another sound of pain. Azriel picked him up and winnowed the three of you to the dungeon.

You watched, leaning against one of the damp stone walls while Azriel chained the male to a chair in the middle of the dark room. “Do you want to go first or should I?” Azriel asked you over his shoulder. You nodded signaling Azriel start the process of retrieving information first.

You would get the information out of the male. You could see it in his eyes. His resolve was crumbling. You and Azriel were just the pair to crush him completely.

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[dorylinae-supremacy]

Oh also having emduo brainrot again

I was thinking about the dynamic between emperor Phil and just the feral piglin kid he found off in the woods or the nether somewhere.

Rambles below cut!

Maybe something like a kidnapping where some idiots tried to take Phil and he ended up lost and had to trek back to society so he could get picked up again.

On the way he goes through the nether and just sees an absolutely feral child / teen (havent decided yet) who probably doesnt even speak the same language.

There'd probably be a while where Phil is cautious of him and Techno is considering his chances on attacking him. Probably wants to rob Phil for his gold and maybe eat him after. Usual teen things.

At some point he probably does something that makes Phil brood. Maybe him just being a bit pathetic or getting hurt and very hesitantly reaching out for help from Phil. Obviously thats when he decides that Techno is in fact his baby now and starts to take him home.

Somewhere along the way theyd develop some form of communication. Probably just a couple of basic words they understand (yes, no, danger, hungry etc) and build off of that as a base.

Honestly I think theyd be pretty rough with each other. Techno is an unruly teenager / preteen and Phil is a mean emperor with little patience. Its not like they can talk through their feelings so they just have to be physical about it.

Techno wouldnt understand Phil calmly explaining why he cant maul a deer and dump it on his bed but he would understand Phil shaking his scruff and saying 'no ' and 'off' while pointing to the corpse on the bed.

Same goes for Phil. This man doesnt speak a word of piglin so the only real way that Techno can communicate a want for attention is by a) mauling a guard and making a mess in the hallway or b) tracking Phil down and just laying on him until he gets the message.

Combine this with the fact that Phil would absolutely enable Techno's violent tendencies its just a very fun mix. Tech probably only respects Phil as an authority figure (after fighting for it ofc) and simply ignores anyone else trying to tell him what to do.

Just imagine being one of the palace guards for a moment. The emperor goes missing for like 2 weeks and comes back with a random fucking teen who doesnt communicate outside basic words. Ok. Fine. Phils always been eccentric this can be chill.

The teen then just starts to maul your coworkers, brawl the emperor just in the halls unprompted and can only really be scolded by the man just holding him down and saying 'no' until it clicks.

The way that I'd just be so mad.

Anyway I think I just like the language and instinct barrier dynamic a lot. Like they both agree that they’re family and that they’d kill for each other but they can barely actually communicate with each other.

Technoblade probably isn’t even Techno’s name, Phil probably just butchered pronouncing his actual name and the boy decided “fuck it, close enough” and started responding to it.

It’s also funny to think that Techno doesn’t have a full understanding of royalty or that kind of dynamic so he’s just baffled on why everyone lets Phil be an asshole towards them.

Just a silly guy who’d think that every blonde is somehow related to Phil because they share the same ‘fur colour’.

#dory brainrots #feralblade au #decided to post from drafts #gotta clear those out

[kodaiki]

taking the scripted hearts mc and gojo my the scruff and shaking them (violently) i love them but i think they both need a concussion to realize they have actual feelings 4 each other

ANYWAYS YEAH STILL SPINNING AND CARTWHEELING AROUND MY ROOM 🤭🤭🤭 this smau is so 💞💞

NO FOR REAL😭😭 aww tysm! <333

#gojo and mc being so in denial at the same time #sighhh #♡⃕ mailbox! #❁ anonie

[toobigteeth]

heya, id love a new writing buddy/rp partner (or two). figured id repost with more to it so here's my full ad with all the details, including writing samples.

But imma jot down a condensed list of some of the more significant bits on me anyway, in case you're like me and wanna decide if ya really wanna go thru the effort of clicking an external link:

20+ only please

I'm pretty lenient and laidback on reply time and activity levels due to my workload taking up a lot of my energy, so if you're also fairly busy but still wanna have a cool time writing and building something we can both get invested in...🤝

more accustomed to rping over email, but I'm open to discussing discord!

accustomed to writing m/m, but open to nb characters and f/f too

If long gaps between replies make you anxious/irritate you or if you prefer fast-paced plots and rapid-fire responses, this probably ain't gonna work tbh

not personally very experienced in rping smut in case that's something important to you, but i definitely don't mind if it happens ha

i write 3rd person in novella or semi-lit/lit, and for some reason default to present tense

I'm pretty experienced in doubling or just having two main relationships occurring during the plot even if at separate scenes, since i find it to be pretty fun

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hmu if you also like to grip your characters by the scruff and violently shake them for funsies before smashing their faces into each other (open interpretation)

you can dm here or reach out to my email off the ad. hope to hear from y'all! :]

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[murphslass]

Alone Time Pt. 2

Summary: The reader and Negan spend the night together

Warning: plus sized reader, slight romance, fluff, dirty talk, swearing, praise kink, oral sex, bodily fluids, Negan being sweet but also dirty, smut, smut, SMUT

After agreeing to spend the night at Negan’s home he was so excited. You both agreed to wait until another day so there was no interruptions or distractions. A week soon passed and Negan had been frantically cleaning his home for you. He didn’t want his place messy. You however were still getting dressed and carefully selected your outfit. A loose black band tshirt, ripped faded jeans, and your favorite black boots. Not to mention the extra cute gray lace lingerie underneath.

Y/N: I’m on my way now :)

Negan: Can’t wait to see your sexy ass! xoxo

You giggled at his response and drove over to his home. Your nerves began building up and you reassured yourself that you’ll be just fine with Negan. He promised to go slow and take his time with you.

Upon arriving you were already squeezing your thighs as Negan dressed in a white tshirt and loose faded jeans. His smile showing his dimples against his salt and pepper beard.

“Well hello there babycakes. C’mon in.”

“Thank you. What’s our plan for tonight?”

“I was thinking of cooking up some grub, maybe a little movie, and whatever the fuck happens afterwards.”

You blushed as he gave your ass a light slap as you walked into the house. His eyes scanned down your smooth legs and back up to your blushing face.

“Stop staring.”

“Can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy.”

He giggled as he stepped closer towards you. His arms bring you into a hug. You sighed and wrapped your arms onto his shoulders to feel his warmth.

“Isn’t this nice? I love having you here and especially since nobody can look at you.”

“Whatever. You know I only want you Negan.”

He smiled as looked down into your eyes, his face moving closer to your own to kiss your lips. His lips nice and soft as he held your face in his hands. You reached to hold his arm to keep balance as he grew rougher with his lips.

“Okay okay stop. I just got here.”

“You’re right, I’ll save that for later gorgeous.”

You laugh at his boldness and followed through with the plans. Having Negan cook an extremely delicious meal with nice wine to compliment the taste. Him letting you pick the movie for the evening as he held you on the couch. You laughed as he sneakily touched over your curves and constantly kissing your neck and cheek.

“Are you watching the movie?”

“Kind of, it’s not easy when your cute ass is next to me.”

You rolled your eyes and scooted into his chest more to get comfortable. He groaned into your ear and you realized you accidentally pushed your bottom into his spread out legs. His crotch now pressed onto your lower back.

“Sorry.”

“Trust me you’re just fine.”

The movie credits came onto the screen and you felt tense as Negan nuzzled his face into the nape of your neck. His warm breath tickled your skin and you felt goosebumps. He lightly pecked at your growing hot skin. Negan’s scruff scratching against you as his arms squeezed your waist.

“How about we move to the bed baby?”

“Okay, but can I shower first?”

“Sure babe. How about this you go in use my shower, I’ll leave out some clothes and clean up. I’ll be waiting for you gorgeous.”

You nodded and let him lead you into his bedroom. His room was decorated in dark colors and a faint color of crimson. His bed was huge and inviting as Negan dug into his dresser to bring out a large black v neck and a pair of sweatpants. You fiddled with your hands as you look at the room.

“There’s towels in the cabinet and just in case I bought a bottle of some fruity smelling shit for you.”

“You didn’t have to do that. But thank you.”

He smiled and left the room to do what you needed. After getting nice and clean in the beautiful shower, you looked at yourself in the mirror and felt confident. The towel wrapped onto your body and you take a deep breath before stepping out. And of course Negan was laying in the center with sweatpants hanging low on his lips. You licked your lips and could see his happy trail adorned in dark hair.

“Take off that towel and let me take a good look at you Y/N.”

Hesistating for a second you decide to sit on the edge of the bed. Negan sat up and made his way toward you. Your body tenses as his lips make contact to your shoulder. You let out a nervous sound making Negan stop in his tracks.

“It’s okay honey. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We could just sleep for the night.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna lead you on.”

“You won’t be. I promise. Here put this on and get under the covers with me.”

You agreed and slipped into the shirt he left out for you and slipped into the warm bed. Negan reaching to turn off the lamp on his nightstand as you scooted close to him. He gladly took you into arms as you soon became comfortable. He smiled down at you as he fingers played with your damp hair. You admire his silhouette as you ran your hand over his chest.

“Good night sweetheart.”

“Good night.”

You whispered as he kissed your forehead. Snuggled into his chest felt nice and his arms holding you close as he began to fall asleep. It was perfect. However, you woke up hours later to Negan spooning you. You looked faintly around the room to check the time and just grabbed your phone to see it was 4 am. You sighed quietly and moved back to Negan. You stare as he slept peacefully and you couldn’t help but lean to kiss his lips. He stirred slightly and cuddled into you. You felt his legs entangling into your own. You try to go back to sleep but fail as Negan’s thigh presses to your naked core. Letting out a gasp at the sudden pleasure, you quickly covered your mouth and made sure you didn’t wake him up. Staying still wasn’t an option as your body betrayed you in moving against his thigh again. The pressure felt nice and you couldn’t stop the moans escaping your lips. Growing into a nice pace with your movements and silenty hoping he wouldn’t wake up. But your mind was currently focused on how good you were making yourself feel.

“Mmm look at my dirty girl.”

You hear and immediately stop, nothing but panic rose into your body. You felt your face turning red as Negan brought a hand to the side of your neck. Negan tugging you closer to kiss your lips and keeping a hold on you. He let out a deep groan as he shifted to move you under his body. You held onto his broad shoulders as he began to claim your mouth. All confidence built up as you kissed him back.

“Oh..”

You breathed out as Negan brought his knee to grind between your thighs. This time your legs squeezing around him and having him growl in disapproval. He pulls away and you see his eyes turning dark with lust.

“Fuck. I want you so bad.”

He moaned as he moved to suck at your pulse, fidgeting under his touch you couldn’t help but whimper. You felt your shirt being lifted off your body and sat up to help him out. The urge to cover your body was strong but you didn’t try as Negan would probably try to pin your hands down. He smirked down at you and reached to turn on the lamp on his nightstand. The dim light shining over both your bodies.

“Could you please turn it off?”1

“Don’t be shy now, you were the one who started this by rubbing your cuteself on my leg. I wanna see all of you when I make sweet fucking love to you.”

“But-“

He brought a finger over your lips and let out a shush noise.

“Shh. Just relax and if you want me to stop then tell me.”

You nodded and let him continue on with his movements. His lips latching onto your neck and his cool hands going to cup your bare breasts. Gently massaging them and bringing a rough thumb going over your hard nipples. Your body arched into his touch and had him let out a light laugh against your skin. His face going back to yours to give you a breath stealing kiss. His tongue invading your mouth as he tastes all of you. You feel his calloused fingers running over your warm skin and going gradually lower. Your hand going to entangle into his datk hair as you grew distracted by his kiss. You whine as he abruptly pulled away from you.

“I wonder what your little pussy tastes like?”

“What!”

He just chuckles as he licks down your chest and carefully teases your nipples. You close your eyes tightly at how good his tongue felt and heard his heavy breathing. His hand descended to your dripping pussy and you quickly gripped his wrist.

“Don’t do that. Trust me this’ll feel better than my thigh. I’ll control where I touch you and you’ll love it.”

You moan as he slipped his fingers to play with your awaiting clit. He used small circles around you to have you moan into his kiss. He made you tremble as he began to tease your aching entrance.

“Tell me how badly you want it. Go on baby, tell me how much you need me.”

“I need you. I need it Negan. Please.”

His smirk going across his cheeks as he slipped his fingers into you. Your back arched off the bed as he moved into so well. You look to see him kissing down your stomach and going further so eagerly. One of arms hooking onto your thigh and the other pinning your hips down onto the mattress. Negan held you in place and stared into your eyes as he reached down to softly lick your clit. You stare in awe and moan loudly as he gradually sucked onto your clit. Your head fell back onto the pillows as he began to work your soaked core. His tongue moving down your slit and into your eager hole. The room echoed the sloppy noises he made while vigorously shaking his head in a zigzag motion to nuzzle further between your lips. You squirmed slightly and felt him growl as he pinned your hips down. Your hands go to hold onto his hair as you could feel yourself being brung to your orgasm. His eyes looking up to stare at your face. Seeing your head being tossed side to side made him feel pride and loved seeing you come undone. Your body shaked violently as brought you to your high. He pulled away and looked to your arousal stain his sheets. He smirked and ran his hand over his wet beard. Negan kissed your body and looked down at your flushed face, watching you catching your breath.

“Fuck yes, you look so good like this. Let’s see if I can work another one out of you.”

“You can’t. There’s no way.”

You say as he leans down toward you with an evil grin. You gasp as he flips you over a little too easily onto your stomach. He grinded against your exposed ass with his covered dick. You could feel how big he was through his sweats. You feel the bed shift as he removed his pants to teasingly grind against. You could feel how warm and big his cock was, it only made you anxious.

“Mm hell yeah, can’t wait to feel that sweet pussy squeeze around me. You ready?”

He brings himself down to whisper into your ear and kisses along the shell of your ear to await your answer.

“Yes. Please Negan. I wanna feel you deep inside me.”

“Good fuckin’ girl. Look at how wet you are, it’s practically drooling for me.”

He growls as he grabs on your hips to move up from the bed. You bit your lip and hold tightly onto the sheets as he runs his tip against your slick pussy. He moaned as he slowly entered you. You whimper as he fully stretched you onto him. Negan felt you tensing against him, he leaned forward and kissed your shoulder trying to urge you to relax.

“Try to relax. It won’t feel as good if you keep tightening up.”

He kissed your neck and brought his hand to massage your swollen clit. You mewl as he began to work his hips to thrust into you. He moaned against your ear and brought his fingers to slip into your mouth. You sucked lightly as he covered them in your arousal. You moan as you tasted yourself on his fingers.

“Shit. You’re such a good girl baby. Next time, I wanna feel those sweet lips around my cock. You think you can do that?”

“Mmm yes Negan.”

You moan as he begins to going faster and could feel all of him filling you to the brim. One of his hands going to massage your breasts and the other gripping your hip.

“Fucking fuckity fuck. You feel fucking fantastic gorgeous. Oh shit, I love this pussy.”

He moaned and rested his forehead onto your shoulder. His thrust growing harder as you moaned out his name. Negan looked down as your fingers gripped his sheets and moved to hold your hand with a tight grip. You move your hips with his to meet his thrusts, another orgasm creeping in the depths of your stomach. Negan going from soft kisses to small bites on your shoulder making you feel shaking in your legs.

“Fuck Negan. I’m gonna come. Oh yes Negan don’t stop.”

“Oh fuckin shit. That’s it come for me again baby. Let me feel your pussy clench onto me.”

You try bury your face into the sheets as you cry out Negan’s name when you come for him again. But he brings his hand to grip your jaw and pulls your head up to turn your face towards his. He kisses cheek as a little reward when he releases himself in you. You feel exhausted when he pulls out of you and looks down to see his cum slowly drip out of you down your inner thigh.

“You look fucking good like this, we should do this way more often so I can see you turn into a pretty mess.”

Your body lay flat against the bed as he gets up to grab a rag to clean you both up. He smiles as he reaches to help you move onto your back. Negan goes to gently clean you out with the rag and kisses your forehead. Your eyes heavy lidded and a weak smile as he treats you with such care.

“You did such a good job beautiful. Did you like it?”

“Mmhmm, thank you Negan.”

He chuckled at you as he gently strokes your hair. Negan moves to throw the rag into the laundry bin and brings you into his hold. You shiver slightly at the loss of covers and he quickly covers you with his soft comforter.

“Sorry. Hate to see my baby getting cold.”

“It’s fine.”

You say as you cuddle into his bare chest. You feel his arms wrap around you. He falls asleep quickly and you look up at his handsome face. You soon follow behind him and drift off to lucid dreaming.

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[magicman111]

Amphibia AU -- Quisling Marcy -- I Gave You This, I Can Take It Away

A scenelet from the ‘Quisling Marcy’ AU:

Polly had done it. She snatched Box from its pedestal and the flying castle was now slowly making its descent through the orange skies. The surrounded ragtag group of heroes cheered her name. They’d won.

“Not so fast!”

They turned their heads and there stood the towering, menacing form of Andrias before one of the shattered window panes.

“You’ve all got spunk, real chutzpah,” he commended them, though his contemptuous sneer was apparent. “But this ends now.”

He took one giant step aside and what they saw chilled them to their bones. There on the window ledge stood Marcy, that manic, borderline unhinged look corrupting those once innocent, wide eyes. Pinned firmly by his throat against her breastplate was none other than Sprig.

“Guys!” Sprig gasped as he struggled vainly to pry himself from Marcy’s grasp. “Don’t listen to these bullies! I’ll be fine!”

“We’ll see,” said Andrias. “Now put back the Box, or...” He then raised his mighty hand, his thumb and middle finger pressed together. “This twerp learns how to fly.”

Anne’s brain couldn’t process what she was witnessing. No matter what she’d done or misguided she’d been, the Marcy she'd known since pre-school wasn’t capable of doing something so cold-blooded. This was the same girl who cried buckets when she accidentally stepped on the walk back from school. It just wasn’t in her DNA.

But then again, she had grown so accustomed now to everything she thought she knew being

pulverised on a near regular basis, maybe she was mistaken once again?

“Marcy,” her voice began to break, her eyes brimming with tears, “... p-please. You wouldn’t...”

Her direct plea appeared to reach her friend. Marcy’s scowl faltered, if only for a moment, and her hold on Sprig’s throat eased up.

“I never wanted anyone to get hurt, Anne.” The remorse in her voice was palpable, however hard she tried to bury it in her spite. “But you’re the one making me do this.”

Marcy then took Sprig by the scruff of his neck and dangled him as far as her arms could reach past the ledge. All she had to do now was let go.

“NO!” both Anne and Hop Pop cried.

“I gave you this, I can take it all away,” she warned them dangerously, her breath now rattling.

“Now put. The Box. Back!”

“Anne, don’t—” Sprig was silenced by a violent shake of Marcy’s wrist.

There was no way out of this. Marcy wasn’t bluffing. Worst still, even if they did comply, Anne knew she had no guarantee they’d actually keep their word. They held all the cards here.

It was as if the largest hunk of ice had dropped into her gut and it drained her of all her fight. Her shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Polly, do what they say.”

The little tadpole did what she was told and returned the Box to its place on the pedestal. Within seconds, the castle’s engines whirred back to life, bringing its descent to a halt. The red-eyed ‘Frobos’ picked her up and returned her to the captured group, where her first instinct was to embrace the lifeless head of her fallen robot friend.

Anne looked from the sorrowful display back to Andrias, who remained there in the sidelines like the dark, twisted puppet master he was. However obviously futile it was to try and appeal to the giant salamander's sense of decency—there was little to none to be found—what other choice did she have?

“Okay dude, you have what you want, now please, just let him go,” she beseeched him. “He’s my best friend. In this world or in any other world.”

There was a time and place for such heartwarming sentiment, and unfortunately for Anne, right now was neither.

When those fatal words reached Marcy’s ears, something deep within her very core churned. Something hideous. Her cheeks burned scarlet. Her teeth gritted so hard they threatened to crack. Her chest began heaving up and down so violently, her heart could have exploded in sheer primal rage.

Sprig was the first to notice.

“Uhh, Anne...?”

Then did Andrias. Inwardly, he grinned the most malevolent of grins. He truly relished these rare moments when things lined up just perfectly.

“That’s the thing about friends, isn’t it? The more you love them, the more it hurts when they go. Allow me to demonstrate...”

The snap of his big blue fingers echoed ominously throughout the throne room. All eyes were immediately back on Marcy.

Marcy’s gaze, however, was fixed squarely on her supposed “best friend”. Through the simmering hot tears, if looks could kill, Anne would be impaled square through the chest with a flaming sword where she stood.

She didn’t even look back at the squeaky red toy for which she had just been passed over. No. Her focus was on photographically memorizing the next look on Anne's face for the rest of her life.

When the horrifying realization of her error dawned on Anne it was too late.

Marcy let him go.

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[lordabovehelpme]

Hey Lordy I hope you’re enjoying your vacation!❤️ I was wondering if in the future you’ll write a flashback in your Days Filled with Love series to their wedding day? Knowing you, it would be the most adorable wedding ever and I’d LOVE to see that😘 Have a fantastic day! I send u tons of hugs!!!💖

Day of Remembrance - Din Djarin x Reader

Moodboard by the amazing @jedi-jesi

A/n: JESIIIIII!!!! NOOO THIS IS TOO CUTE. I LOVE THIS IDEA. I SAW YOU SENT THIS IN AND SQUEALED. HOPEFULLY THIS LIVES UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS!!! LOVE YA DARLING.

So this is the next chapter to my days with love series so I would highly recommend reading the other chapters first.

You can find the first part here :)

Also, I have no idea what actual mandalorian weddings are like, so please don’t comment “that’s incorrect” mostly becuase you would be right. 

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“Okay all five are down and asleep.” Walking into the living room, you brush your hands on your skirt. Your husband sits on the couch, cleaning one of his blasters.

At the sound of your voice his helmet lifts to meet your gaze. When he sets the weapon down, you smile and rush to sit on his thighs.

“Well hello to you too.” Instantly, his hands latch to your sides and give you a playful squeeze.

Frowning, you tap the beskar helmet. “Why are you still wearing this?”

“I was waiting for you to come take it off me.”

Biting your lip, you grab both sides of his helmet and reveal his face to your home. When it reaches his forehead you stop and admire him. Big brown eyes stare at you with so much love it makes you dizzy. A small smile makes his lips slightly upturn and his cheeks are a little prickly.

Not being able to stop yourself, you press your lips to his own. “You’re so handsome.”

“Mmh.” Pulling away from you his eyes sparkle with lust. “You say that everytime.”

Scoffing, you playfully bat his shoulder. “No I don't! And even if I do, it is the truth.”

He chuckles and grabs his helmet, quietly setting it down besides you two. “You remember how that was the first thing you said to me on our wedding night?”

Placing a finger on your chin, you recall the eventful day, and night, of your wedding. “Wait, you’re right! Maker, I could have said anything else.” Shaking your head you bashfully tuck your head into his chest.

Two arms wrap around your back and rub circles into your sore muscles. “I wouldn’t have had it any different.”

***

A shiver runs down his spine as your fingers grasp the sides of his helmet. His hands rise to cover your own, neither pushing you away nor helping you. Uneasy, yet more excited than he’d ever been before.

Slowly, painfully slow, you start to lift his helmet from his head. Will you like him? WIll you think he’s ugly? Will this change how you see him?

As his helmet is fully pulled off he scans your face, searching for disgust and revoltance.

“Din…” Your voice is soft and gentle, wavering under the intense emotion of the moment. Letting the helmet drop to the ground, one of your hands moves to cup his cheek.

He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding and leans into your touch, a gesture that happens frequently. However, usually the extra weight of his helmet falls into your hand, but now… now it’s just him.

“You’re so handsome.” A large smile breaks onto your face and your eyes become watery. His stomach erupts in sparks, relieved that you haven’t rejected him. Your other hand rises to grasp the other side of his head, fingers tracing his features.

A smile of his own brightens his features and his chest swells with adoration.

His wife finds him handsome.

His wife.

Leaning down, he presses his forehead against your own. Slowly, he kisses each of your palms, as if trying to memorize every single inch of them.

“Kiss me?” He nearly melts at your request. Meeting your gaze he finds that words no longer form on his tongue. All he can do is close his eyes and press his lips upon your own.

Neither of you move, lips held against each other, perfectly content in the moment. He can’t even form a thought right now, not a single word pops into his head. It’s like he's become sedated with your touch.

One of his hands rests on your hip and the other grabs your cheek. You lean into him and start moving your lips against his. Groaning, he squeezes your side and starts to mirror your actions.

He can feel your smile as you grab his bottom lip, carefully biting it. His brain short circuits and he freezes. One of your hands trails around his neck and up into his hair. Fingers weave through the curls at the back of his head and slightly pull.

What once was a tender moment has turned into a hot passionate haze.

Breaking from your mouth, he attacks your neck. Latching onto your skin he groans at your taste. So sweet, he wants to tell you. However, it seems you’ve taken his speech when you put him under your spell.

“Din.” Your voice is hushed and breathy. He smiles himself when you lean your head, giving him more access to your addicting flesh.

Deciding that he needs air, he reluctantly pulls away from you. Both your chests move up and down as you suck in breaths.

Finally, he seems to have regained enough composure to form thoughts. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Eagerly, his fingertips trail across your covered thigh.

“Never been more sure in my entire life.”

Smirking, he grabs your hips and lifts you up, only to throw you on the bed. Throwing his armor off as fast as he can, he crawls on top of you. “Good.” He whispers before mashing his lips upon your own.

***

The fireplace crackles and pops as it emits heat into your living room. Your head rests on his chest while his fingers rub away your stress.

Giggling you look up at him, “You wanna know my favorite part of our wedding?”

A hum of approval rumbles through his body to your own.

Laughing now, you shake your head. He looks down at you and smiles, finding your laugh contagious.

“What?”

“Remember how… how bad your hands were shaking?” You barely get the question out through your giggles.

Throwing his head back he groans, “I thought you didn’t notice.”

Now you really laugh hard.

***

Cara smiles at you from the small crowd facing you and Din. In her arms you can see Grogu squirm and point at you two.

The armorer nods at Din and he is presented with a ring. Not just any ring though. A ring made to perfectly fit your finger. Smiling you look at the missing piece of his armor. He had melted down one of his shoulder pieces to forge you a ring.

This is one of the things you love most about mandalorian culture, how these violent warriors hold so much sentimental value in things. He had insisted on not buying you a ring like other poor excuses of men and making you one, just as other mandalorians do.

He had spent hours and days on your ring, not settling until it was perfect. The worst of it though was how he wouldn't let you even peek at it.

You watch as he grabs the ring before lifting your hand. It’s a simple band of beskar, but the fact that he wore that beskar for so many years, then melted it down for you, makes your heart swell and your eyes watery.

His helmet tilts to look at you. A crack comes from his vocoder that you recognize as his breath. A hushed “I love you” quietly travels to your ears, and only your ears. Smiling, you softly utter the words back to him.

Looking down, you watch as he brings the ring to your finger. However, his hands shake and fumble. Slowly, he shakily slides the ring down your finger, letting it rest on the base. But his hand remains clutching your own, not wanting to let go.

People cry out with glee and clap as the armourer announces your names. Albeit, your eyes can’t leave your conjoined hands, even as he leans down and presses your foreheads together.

***

“Oh come on, it was cute!” Grabbing his cheeks you bring him to face you.

“It was embarrassing.”

Giggling you pepper his face with kisses. “Who knew I could make the strong mandalorian shake?”

His eyes stare at you with a haze you know too well. “I’ll make you shake.”

A small yelp escapes your lips as he twists you under him, encompassing your body beneath his own. He dives in and latches onto your neck, sucking and biting on already formed bruises. You giggle as his scruff tickles your skin.

“Don’t laugh, this is serious.” The words mean nothing as he chuckles himself.

“I can’t help it! I love you too much.”

He smiles and trails kisses all the way to your mouth. However, he just hovers over your own, millimeters apart. “Why did you stop?”

Opening his eyes, he looks at you with a soft gaze. “I’m so happy you married me.”

Your own face lights up with a megawatt smile and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into your kiss. “I’m happy I married you too.”

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Next Part: Family Day 

Well there it is. Again, please don’t comment saying how I wrote the wedding wrong. Becuase I really have no idea what they usually are like. The only weddings I have been in are my southern cousisns. So I’m pretty sure there won’t be any bbq at their weddings. Haha.

Anyway, feedback is always appreciated! 

Love you guys, Lordy :) 

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[sylvie-writes]

Gone

In which Steve Rogers shaves his beard at the request of his daughter, Sarah. 

(Steve Rogers x reader)

Warnings: none. grammar mistakes. I should really find a better title... 

All I’m gonna say is that infinity war Steve is a total snacc and endgame Steve tho... he’s a meal. that’s that. 

On a serious note, I love Sarah so much and I have plenty more of ideas for her. She’s just too cute. 

Sorry not sorry, I have a big love for Dad!Steve and your gonna see him a lot. 

The Previous Night:

In the pitch-dark night sky, lighting streaks illuminated the room, thunder resonating across the city forthwith. Rain clashed against the apartment building as wind robustly blew it sideways. 

The first loud thunderous clap of the approaching storm awoke both you and Steve at the late hour of 11 pm.

Now wide awake, you turned on your side to be met with your husband’s back. Was he asleep?  

In order to discover the answer, you slightly sat up, leisurely running your hand over his shoulder.

“You awake, Steve?” 

The man quickly sat up, evidently not asleep either. His left arm was soon outstretched around your pillow, an invitation to cuddle against his side.

“I’ve been awake too, wasn’t sure if you were still sleeping though, at the time.” 

The two of you quietly snickered at how you both shared the similar thought.  

“Should we go get Sarah?” Concern glossed your face, as your mind darted to three thousand different scenarios, one of which was your daughter’s possible cries.

“If she wakes up, we’ll go get her.”

Steve softly ran his hand through your hair, trying to soothe your anxious nerves and coax you back to sleep. What else could he do to calm you? After all it wasn’t the storm you both were worried about, it was your daughter, Sarah. The little angel was just the perfect sleeper for the past three years of her life, except for when it stormed. Inherited from her father, a super sense of hearing intensified the thunder rumbles. All kids were terrified of storms, it was an unfortunate fact, but poor Sarah received the worst end of the stick. 

Ironically, after Steve had calmed you just a bit, Sarah’s heart wrenching wails echoed down the hall and towards your’s and Steve’s room. 

The parental instincts in the both of you set into motion instantly, and in no time you and Steve crossed the hallway and into Sarah’s room. 

Her bed covers were pulled over her head, tightly held by her small, shaking hands. She had buried her face deep within her pillow as she whimpered, trying to hold back her sobs. 

Coming beside the bed, Steve got down on his knees, gently prying the pillow from Sarah’s surprisingly strong grip as you switched her butterfly lamp on. Sarah’s eyes were screwed shut in fear, and when the round of thunder stopped she quickly opened her eyes, catching a glimpse of her two parents. At the sight, she immediately jumped into her father’s arm, who got off the ground once the girl was snug in his arms. You walked up beside Steve, pressing a kiss to Sarah’s head as she sat up in her father’s arms. Tear stains patterned her precious face, her cheeks and nose red from crying so violently. Sarah’s blue eyes peered into the identical ones of father’s, and then into your’s.  

“Mommy, Daddy, I’m sorry!”

Her bottom lip started to quiver violently as she silently cried, this time not provoked by the storm but by her own shame.  

“I tried to be a big girl, I’m so sorry!” Upset and tired, she plopped her head on Steve’s shoulder and cried some more. You looked up at Steve who wore a doleful expression of his own. Tenderly, you brought a hand to her back, rubbing up and down, quieting her pitiful blubbering.  

“It’s okay, babe. You know sometimes even Daddy and I get scared?” 

Sarah leaned up from her safe spot, looking at you and Steve, slightly startled at your divulgence of the truth. 

“Really?”

Steve delicately tickled Sarah’s sides, evoking a grin that stretched from ear to ear and a few sweet giggles from the girl. 

“All the time, sweetheart.” 

Rain vehemently pounded against the side of the building all in part to the winds sudden change in pattern. To Sarah it sounded just as atrocious as nails on a chalkboard. The loud sounds forced Sarah to bury her face and cling tighter to Steve. You looked over to him, leading the way to the bedroom, Steve following suit until Sarah started squirming in his arms. When the rain had stopped for a break and lighting just ensued, the little girl felt a little safer at the moment, leading her next action. 

“Daddy wait!” Sarah popped her head up from her safe spot in her father’s neck. “What is it, sugar?” Another wave of thunder rolled through, prompting Sarah’s cries as her hands flew to her ears. Between sobs she answered Steve's question, his and your hearts shattering at the sight. “Please…get... Mr... Harry.” You nodded and turned to Sarah’s bed, grabbing the stuffed giraffe that was once tucked beside the little girl.  

Briskly, the two of you once again headed to the bedroom, this time Sarah complying. 

Steve went straight to the king sized bed with Sarah while you went to shut the door, since your daughter was now with you. Now with the door closed, the lightning from Sarah’s room was relatively blocked out, making your room just the slightest bit darker. 

With Sarah comfortably snuggled between you two, your nerves were finally calmed and sleep was back on the agenda for all the Rogers. You also noticed a visible shift in Steve’s mood, for he too was relieved. Deciding to call it a night, Steve sweetly kissed you goodnight and then leaned down to kiss a sleepy Sarah. Her little face was turned his way as he pecked her lips. 

“Ah, daddy! Your scruff!”  Sarah’s adorable, sleepy giggles instinctively brought a grin to your face. 

Unexpectedly, two little hands came up to Steve’s face, resting on his beard.

“I think I like Daddy’s clean face better.” As the lightning lit up the room, it revealed a revolted Sarah. 

Your daughter’s adorableness was just too much. Sarah’s head was turned away from you, giving the perfect opportunity for you to kiss her blonde nest of hair. 

“Honey, Daddy’s face isn’t dirty, he just has a beard.” Her little mouth opened in surprise while she turned to look at you. Sarah was a smart little girl, ahead of her age, and if you explained anything to her, she’d immediately understand. 

“Oh, well, I still like Daddy better with no breard.” 

You and Steve looked at each other with big cheesy smiles because of your daughter's best attempt at the new word in her vernacular. Unaware of her parents' antics, a quiet yawn left Sarah’s tiny mouth as she laid on both of your pillows, clutching Mr. Harry tightly, she drifted off to sleep, despite the storm’s annoying ruckus. Steve lifted his eyes towards you, a thought clearly on the brink of his lips, too tired to question, you just blew him a kiss, closing your own eyes and succumbing to a deep sleep. 

The next morning Steve was already up, Sarah still laying close, now curled in your chest. You had assumed Steve was out for a jog, but then heard someone in the bathroom. The alarm clock on the bedside table registered 9 am, normally Steve would be back by now if he had indeed left. Almost getting up to check for yourself, the man in question walked out, a black leather bag in hand. You met your eyes with his, already knowing the contents of this bag. So this was his idea last night. 

Gingerly, Steve sat on his side of the bed, setting the bag beside him and lightly stroking Sarah’s back in an attempt to gently wake her.

“Sarahhhh.”

Just the slightest, Sarah stirred. You and Steve both looked at each other, beaming at your daughter’s playfulness. 

“Wakey Wakey, Sarah!” In a cheerful voice, you took your own shot at waking the lil’ cutie.  

The mischievous girl smiled into your chest feigning sleep, but you both knew very well that she was awake. 

“Ok then, I guess you leave me no choice.” Steve climbed into the bed and brought his hands to her sides, tickling her relentlessly, while Sarah laughed endlessly. 

“Stop! Stop!” Her jocular pleas were interrupted with fits of darling giggles. Once Sarah had calmed down, she just laid facing you, pretending to be mad at her father. Dotingly, you grabbed Sarah, turning on your back so she could sit on your lap. A proud smile grew on your face as Sarah bent down to kiss your cheek, you returning one to her nose.  

“Good Morning, munchkin.” 

“G’morning, Mommy.” 

You looked over to Steve, who wore a mock pouting expression.

“What about Daddy? Are you gonna say hello to him too?”

Sarah turned to Steve, slightly giggling at his pout, but still trying to keep her fraud mien of anger.

“No, he’s a meanie. He started tickling me!” 

Steve sat up and took Sarah from your lap, placing her in his own.

“Can you please forgive Daddy?” Sarah’s little hands once again came up to Steve’s bearded face and smiled at him. Gleefully, Sarah placed a kiss on her father’s forehead.

“I forgive you.” Her hands moved from his face and around his neck as she hugged Steve to which he happily returned, holding her close. Every moment with his daughter was precious and valued. 

As Sarah turned her head on Steve’s shoulder, she noticed the black leather bag laying beside them. Curious, Sarah quickly sat up, reaching for the bag. When she had it in hand, the contents of the bag were a little heavier than expected, prompting Steve to take it from Sarah’s hands. 

“What’s in there?” Sarah pointed her short and chubby finger to the leather pouch.

“I thought today we could get rid of the beard.” Almost immediately, Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise. From her toddler point of view, with the beard, Steve looked nothing like the clean shaven man she’d known her whole life. 

With Sarah’s happy approval of the plan, the three of you walked into the bathroom. Steve sat on the closed toilet seat, while Sarah stood beside you, watching as you laid out the razor and shaving cream. 

Taking the bottle of shaving cream, you handed it to Sarah who stood waiting patiently by your side. 

“Ok, bug, I’m gonna get you to help me.” Sarah bore into your eyes, listening attentively and taking each word as if it were a piece to a puzzle. “Give this to daddy and he will show you what to do.” Placing the bottle in Sarah’s hand, you gently turned her towards the direction of Steve and playfully tapped her bottom, sending her off.

“Here you go!” Steve pulled Sarah up into his lap, gratefully taking the bottle from her. Noticing the two were about to start putting on shaving cream free-handedly, you slid a countertop pedestal mirror beside him, to which Steve shot back a knowing smile. 

Steve then angled himself and Sarah towards the mirror. With the bottle, he sprayed some shaving cream in hand, lathering it on his face. Sarah laughed at Steve’s funny appearance.

“Daddy! You look even sillier!” Looking up from the mirror to see your reaction, Steve caught a glimpse of you holding in a laugh, your lips tucked in and a few closed mouth laughs escaping. 

“Little doll, it’s only temporary. It’s to help mama shave my face! So do you want to help me finish?” As Sarah understood, she giddily agreed, holding her hands out for some shaving cream. Unsure of what to do exactly, she just looked up at Steve for help. The man then took her hands and spread the shaving cream on his neck while Sarah laughed at the funny feeling of the substance on her hands. 

In a matter of minutes Steve and Sarah were ready, after wiping the fluffy mass from both of their hands. 

“Honey, we are ready whenever you are.” You turned from your prepping spot at the sink to see Steve’s face and neck covered in shaving cream while Sarah laid her back against his chest, some shaving cream on her nose. Grabbing the wash cloth, you went and kneeled in front of Steve and Sarah, wiping the shaving cream from her nose. You then went to quickly retrieve the razor and the bowl of hot water. 

“Babe, you are gonna have to sit on the counter for a bit.” The little girl smiled in understanding and held her arms out so you could swiftly place her on the counter to your right. Now situated, you took Sarah’s spot on Steve’s lap and straddled him, his strong and sturdy hands holding at your waist, while Sarah then handed you the bowl of now warm water and the covered razor from the counter. 

You removed the razor’s cover and placed it on Steve’s cheekbone, softly skimming over his skin and cutting off the beard. As Sarah realized a razor was on her father’s face, fear instantly set in. 

“Does that hurt?” Since Steve couldn’t talk, you answered for him. Sarah’s face was covered in a horrified expression, thinking she was putting her dad through some form of pain. You could sense the sorrow and agitation in her voice and was quick to reassure her. 

“Not at all, sweetie!” 

After that, Sarah just stared in awe, never having seen such a thing before in her life.

You finished gliding the razor over his upper lip, placing the razor in the bowl of water and wiping away the remaining shaving cream with the warm washcloth.  

“All done!” Planting a kiss on Steve’s now bare cheek, you got up from his lap taking the razor and bowl of water. As you left your seat, you patted his chest, tenderly signaling for him to get up and get Sarah down from the counter.

Sarah gladly hopped in her father’s arms, playing with his clean shaven face. A small frown ran onto Sarah’s lips, Steve looking down at her with furrowed brows and consternation. 

“Daddy, I think I like the breard better.” At Sarah's simple statement, you just lost it, full on laughing now, leaning on the sink for support as Steve and Sarah, who were standing beside you, started giggling and howling with laughter too. 

And needless to say, Steve didn’t shave the incoming stubble that next week. 

If you liked this story, check out Days of the Week and Mon Cheri on my masterlist!

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[meeko-mar]

More Kidnapped Deku Theory brain rot for everyone, I just got a quick fanfic bug in me that I had to entertain. Obviously spoiler territory for current manga:

This is basically what I think whenever I recall that Himiko hasn’t made her appearance to meet up with her group. Like, honestly, if this arc DOES end with Izuku getting napped, I’m like 95% sure Himiko Toga will have something to do with it. 

(I mean, she loves Deku, and she has that burning question that she wanted to ask him and Ochako, and Ochako already kinda broke her heart. Deku’s like her last shot? Her last hope? But like as an added bonus, Shiggy really wants Deku’s power. being totally real here, She’d probably be willing to let Shiggy take his powers as long as she gets Izuku afterwards. It kinda works out for the both of them. Just theorizing here.)

anyway, here we go.

******

It had all happened so fast. 

Everything had been chaos, with the Med teams finally performing Evac on injured heroes, Jeanist’s fibers strewn across the field, Nomus rampaging and the few who could still stand battling them head to head. The villain Compress pulling that completely insane move out of nowhere...and now it seemed as though he was leading the charge of getting the villains a not so clean getaway.

No one had even a second to notice the shadow of a school girl entering the fray. Until it was too late.

Katsuki had pulled himself up, a palm and a bruised elbow supporting him, as he glared through sweat-soaked blonde bangs. His breath, heightened, and heated as it billowed out in front of him. Crimson eyes lit up with a sudden spike of fear as he saw what was heading for the green puddle of injured limbs that was Deku, several meters off. 

Izuku, battered and blown away after standing up to Dabi’s confrontation with Shoto, was still trying to get up, even though he was well past his limit.

But in an instant, Himiko Toga was there, leaping at him from behind, an arm wrapping around his torso. 

Katsuki’s breath stuck in his throat when he saw a swift arc of her other arm, a flash of silver aimed straight into Izuku’s side. The next second, Izuku’s back arched, and a breathy scream tore from him, even as far as Katsuki was from him, he swore he could hear it. 

“De...ku...!” Katsuki huffed, his arms only shaking as he tried to force them to lift him back off the ground. 

Izuku tried to resist as the girl seized him around the middle, a knife still in his side, but his arms were still rendered useless, and the rest of his body was just as tired and spent. Katsuki could see the green electricity shuddering around him as he tried to use One For All, but it seemed the stabbing was the final blow to Izuku’s stamina, and he was fading, fast. 

“D...Damn... it,” Katsuki gritted out, begging any of his damned limbs to work, right now in this moment, and he flinched, and grew horribly dizzy as he seemed to feel more blood pulsing out of his wounds. 

This was so fucked.

Wasn’t anyone, anyone else at all, paying attention to what was happening right now? Wasn’t anyone else able to get their eyes on Deku?! He couldn’t even muster the voice to call out to the other Heroes. 

And now, with a leap and a bound, Himiko sprang for her companions, a barely struggling Izuku still in her clutches and a cat-like glare sent over her shoulder. She was aided by Touya who roughly grabbed Izuku by the scruff of his costume and held him still. Green eyes finally were turned to face back to Izuku’s broken companions. 

“M-Midoriya!!” Somewhere outside of Katsuki’s field of vision, Shoto’s voice sounded, but it sounded almost as weak and defeated as his own, and no fire, no ice, was able to meet their enemies. 

All Katsuki could see was those exhausted green eyes as they met his. 

Katsuki remembered, and realized... he knew exactly what was happening here.

“No,” Katsuki spat blood as he finally pushed himself up. “No, NO, NO!!” His knees shook beneath him and he could barely stand at even half his height. 

“Kacchan, don’t,” Izuku wheezed, though it was doubtful that his voice could ever make it to Katsuki. 

Bent almost double, Katsuki tried to summon anything left of his resolve to activate his Quirk. His legs would barely even hold him up, but if he could just launch forward, one last time...

His explosions erupted like ignited gun powder in the din of the battle, and he hurtled towards the villains.

“This seems oddly familiar,” Dabi seemed to chuckle at Katsuki’s effort as the teen tore violently towards them.

Katsuki didn’t even know how it happened, he didn’t even care. But all he knew in his clouded vision, his hazy memory after the fact, was that the villains pulled one over on them.  

All Katsuki knew was the explosive surge forward, his blurring vision of Izuku’s battered face and bloodied lips that formed another scream that Katsuki could barely hear over the ringing in his ears:

“Kacchan, no!!”

Katsuki wore a look of intense hatred on his face as he rushed through the air at them. So badly, he wanted to knock that girl and her damn knife away from Izuku, he wanted to blow that smug grin off of Dabi’s manic face, maybe explode the hand that was restraining Izuku right off, too... But their disappearance was slick and sudden. Shigaraki must have woken up just long enough to use some warp Quirk to get them all out. How it exactly happened was irrelevant.

Fast though he was, Katsuki hadn’t even had the chance to land a punch before they were gone, and he hardly had the energy to even keep his footing as his boots hit the ground.

He skidded to a stop right where they had been standing with Izuku held captive just seconds before, and suddenly, everything in him that had been burning hot, turned ice cold. The strength left his legs and his arms all at once, and heavy with his gear, he fell to his knees. Smoke from his final explosions draped around him as the gentle wind began to carry it off. 

Crimson eyes burned, wide and unblinking, at where the thick trail of Izuku’s blood had ended in the pulverized concrete and dust.

Izuku was gone. Taken. 

Katsuki lost. He had lost in almost the worst way possible.

Voices clamored around him, but they became quickly foggy. Hands started at length to shake him, and someone was frantically speaking to him, but nothing was going to get through. His sweating, bloody arms hung in front of him, throbbing and cramping from over-use. Everything else was numb, and dull to his senses. He wasn’t even present enough to realize that he was hyperventilating.

The color of the blood in front of him seemed to run and blend out with the desolate grey and the last he knew, was the one last, ragged cry that tore out of his heaving chest. 

And everything went dark before he ever hit the ground, shuddering, shock finally consuming his body.

****

#bnha spoilers #bnha 294 #kidnapped deku theory #Himiko toga #Bakudeku #Katsuki Bakugou #angst #I apparently torture Bakugou whenever I write #anyone else wonder if the villains would see the deja vu qualities of such a scenario??

[remmushound]

Curse of the Clans part 35!@scentedcandlecryptid

Content warning!! Blood, anger, minor injury.

The very sudden departure of the turtles left April feeling alone and vulnerable. The lair seemed painfully empty, even with the usual drone of Splinter’s cartoons, so the first chane April got to go to the surface, she took. She made up the excuse to visit the post office; she was expecting mail, after all, and more importantly it was a good distance away from the lair, so she could take her sweet time getting back. She didn't expect the letter to be there so soon, but it was. Opening the letter, she was so confident and sure that the position would be hers-- she had planned everything out so perfectly! She opened the letter the moment she got outside, too eager and excited to wait. Then she wished she had waited when she started to read the short letter of rejection.

“O’Neil!”

April looked up and saw Cassandra Jones making her way across the street, expertly dodging cars without a care as to using the crosswalk that was less than a few feet away. A few of the cars honked, but Cassandra didn't care beyond flipping a few of them off on her way across.

“CJ, did you not notice the crosswalk less than two feet away?” April gave an exasperated sigh.

“I noticed it! But I also noticed you, so I had to choose.”

“Did you? Did you really?”

April still couldn’t believe how much Cassandra had changed over the last few months. She was starting to grow out her hair; though it was only a few inches, she was certainly showing improvement. The oily, black scruff was held out of her face by a black bandana. April wasn’t sure she could ever get over the kunoichi wearing street clothes instead of her normal ninja uniform, even if Cassandra hadn’t worn it since that last stand against Shredder. She still had her red mask, however, wearing it over her mouth like she always did. Without the constant strain that training and patrols and battles put on her body, Cassandra seemed brighter and healthier. The muscles built from years of hardened labor were still defined, but now joined with some soft fat that was starting to form around her hips and stomach.

As April started to walk, so too did Cassandra, eager to learn about what she was sure was her friend's victory. April was smiling now, so that must have been a good sign, right?

“So I see you got your letter~” Cassandra practically purred, “When’s your first shift?”

April shifted her face mask higher up her nose, bending it a little further so it would stop fogging up her glasses. She couldn’t think of a verbal response that wouldn’t leave her in tears, so she just passed the letter over to Cassandra so she could read it. Cassandra only managed to get a few lines down before she gave a loud gasp that made April flinch.

“REJECTION?! No no no no! This has to be some sort of mix up!”

“It’s not…”

“Maybe some other April O’Neil applied for the job and this letter was meant to go to her!”

“What are the chances of that?” April sucked a shaky breath between her teeth.

“It could happen!” Cassandra insisted.

“WELL, IT DIDN'T!”

April hadn’t meant to raise her voice, but she did. It was loud enough for some of the closer pedestrians to stop and look before they continued on their way, and enough to make Cassandra stop dead in her tracks with a look not unlike a wounded puppy. Then her hurt expression turned to wide eyes as her gaze turned to April’s chest and shoulder as both seemed to glow bright in a green fire. Even the dark of April’s eyes held a sudden ring of emerald, if only for a second.

April didn't notice the flash. She felt an uncomfortable heat searing through her chest and her shoulder ached worse than anything else, but she didn't care. She took a deep breath and as her chest raised it only served to further feed the fire burning through her heart and lungs.

“It… didn't.” April kept walking.

Cassandra stayed where she was at first. Then she noticed that April was rapidly disappearing from her sights and she hurried to keep up.

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April didn't know what was happening to her. One minute she was fine and getting ready for bed, and the next she was crumpled over, clutching her chest as gumdrop-sized tears forced their way out of her eyes. She saw endless green stained with blood and then she was back in the lair. Then with another bolt of intensity, the pain show from her chest to her stomach and her hands moved to clutch the new area of agony. The lair was on fire, she was sure it was, and the orange heat licked around the walls and smoke forced its way down her throat… but then it was gone, and the floor was cold, but she was not. Her skin glistened with a thick coat of sweat that dripped down her arms and drenched her locks flat to her face. It wasn’t right. Leonardo said the pain should’ve gone away by now, but it was only getting worse! And now she had to wait weeks before he could come back to help her.

April let herself enjoy the coolness of the floor for just a moment longer before she used the bed to pull herself to a kneeling position. She had to pause for a breather from the strain, resting her head on the comforter and using it to wipe some of the perspiration off her face. Then she sucked in another breath and held it as she straightened the rest of the way. She was undeniably thirsty, and right now she wasn’t sure she could even sleep if she tried. Walking usually helped to get rid of the pain, if only for a short while. So that’s what she was going to do.

When she got to the curtain that acted as the door to the kitchen, she stopped. She could hear voices, which wasn’t too unexpected. When Cassandra had been told that the turtles would be gone for two weeks, she had immediately offered to stay at the lair so that Splinter wouldn’t get too lonely. Splinter was more than willing to let her stay with the promise of a friend to converse with. April couldn’t help but to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Blew up at me in the streets!” Cassandra was saying, and April immediately knew it was about her.

“She was probably just upset that she keeps getting rejected, Cassandra.” Splinter offered, “I know the feeling all too well from my acting days.”

“No, Splints-- she literally blew up! Her chest and shoulder were like… like green fire! And so were her eyes!”

April’s eyes went wide. Green fire? She looked at her affected areas and bit her lip.

“She’s been getting worse, ever since Shredder--”

April didn't know what it was about that sentence that made her furious, but she couldn’t ignore it. She threw open the curtains and announced herself to the duo quite violently, making both Splinter and Cassandra snap their heads to look at her like startled animals.

“April!” Splinter gawked, “I thought you went to bed!”

“I got thirsty, sue me!” April snarled in such a way that Splinter recoiled away from her. “You would’ve just loved for me to stay in bed so you could talk about me all night, wouldn’t you?!”

“April--” Cassandra tried.

April didn't care to listen. “Well, whatever you have to say about me, you can say it to my face!”

Cassandra and Splinter looked at each other, neither of them seeming willing to be the one to talk next. With a hushed and quick encouragement from Splinter, Cassandra finally stood up.

“April, we’re really worried about you--”

April didn't stick around to hear it. She threw the curtains shut as hard as she could as she stormed off, tears returning to her eyes, though these were of rage and not pain. She needed to do something, to blow off some steam before she did something that might hurt Splinter or Cassandra.

April found herself in the dojo with no real intention of what she wanted to do. She was blinded by her tears, but her body guided her first to the weapons cabinet to collect her bat and then to one of the many dummies that lined the left side of the dojo. April wasn’t even sure where Donatello kept getting them!

She swung at the dummy, but the impact was hardly felt as her mind grew wings and took her further and further away from the actions of her body. She wasn't hiding this thing as well as she had thought-- she still didn't know what it even was. And if Splinter and Cassandra were already talking behind her back then April had no trouble believing that the brothers were too. Her friends. All her classmates at school. They were all talking about her behind her back and laughing at her and making fun of her-- she knew they were!

When April came back down to earth and out of the dissociative rage, she had to push her hair out of her face because she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The dummy laid broken and beaten in front of her, shattered in several different places with wood splintered and stuffing spilling out. For a moment, all she could do was stare at it before her better judgement kicked in and she quickly fell to cleaning up the mess she had caused. They were talking bad about her already, she didn't need them adding unnecessary violence to the list of things to mock about her!

April stopped. Her hands were shaking so badly that every piece of scrap she picked up just fell right back down. So she stopped her attempts and simply stared at her hands, both of them hurting and one cut from the violence of her actions. She pressed her thumb into the wound and winced as a small amount of blood squeezed out of it.

“What is wrong with me…?”

[funandfangirlingcollide]

I’m Still Here

Pairing: Will Graham x Reader

Summary: While in the throes of passion, things get a little darker than you or Will expected. The repercussions are dangerous. 

Warnings: SMUT, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), choking but in a dangerous way, reader blacking out, talk of murder, the dark cloud that is Will Graham’s mind, ANGST BABEY! 

A/N: There really is just a lack of Will Graham smut, you know? I promise I will write more that's less ... how do I put this ... Bad. This was just the first idea that came to mind. 😅

The light scruff of Will’s beard rubbed your thighs warmly as his tongue delved in and out of you. Hands laced into his hair, you threw your head back on the pillow. His hands were wrapped up around your thighs as he worked you over relentlessly. Giving in to the feelings which coursed through your system, you began rolling your hips against his mouth. Seeing you take control of your pleasure made him let out a deep groan which vibrated through your body. 

He replaced his tongue with his fingers, filling you up more completely as he moved to suck your clit between his lips. As he gave attention to your swollen bud he curled his fingers upwards to brush against your g-spot. Hitting that perfect spot combined with the relentless movements of his mouth, it didn’t take you much longer before you were cumming against him. Unrelenting, he worked you through your orgasm until you were nothing but a trembling mess. 

Once the shaking subsided he moved his way up your body, lips leaving a wet trail of open mouthed kisses in their path. As soon as his face was hovering right over yours he brought your mouths together feverishly, tongue brushing against your own. When Will pulled away you could see that his pupils were nearly black, blown wide with lust. There was something there that bordered on dangerous and though you wished you could say it scared you, all it did was make you ache for him that much more. 

After pulling your legs up around his waist he let his hands trail slowly over your thighs, the warmth of his palms igniting a fire all the way up your body. Will leaned back over so that your faces were only inches away now. As he did so he nestled his hips right between yours so that the head of his cock was resting heavily against the front of your folds. As he catches your lips to his own again he presses forward slowly, feeling his cock become engulfed in your tight heat. 

His eyes snapped shut as he stilled inside you, aching with the way you clenched around him. Will rested his forehead against yours as you both became accustomed to the feelings that raged from his body into yours. When he was able to steady his breathing he began thrusting his hips almost painfully slow. The sensation of the friction caused by his length inside you was enough to send you reeling.

Will's thrusts gradually became faster as he began to move with the rhythm of his pleasure. As you rocked your hips to meet his, you let your body encourage him to use you for his own release. Will Graham was not a man to put his needs before those of others but tonight you would make him see how much he needed that control. 

Moving your bodies in unison, he began to feel a familiar coil building in his stomach. As you felt him tense you rocked against him harder to help him chase his orgasm. Lost in the passion of the moment Will brought a hand to your throat, squeezing lightly as he continued to fuck you. It was a welcome gesture as you saw how much he enjoyed having you there, writhing in his grip. The moan that escaped your lips brought a growl from his own as his grip began to tighten.

However, It didn’t take long for his hold on you to become dangerous. By the time you realized how difficult it was getting for you to breathe he was completely lost in himself. Unable to speak, you grabbed at him frantically. The fear that set in made it that much more difficult to pry his hand away as you began to thrash wildly. Black spots dotted the edges of your vision as he continued cutting off your airway. The involuntary way your body squirmed as you fought just made him harder as he pumped into you deeply. The last thing you saw before you blacked out was the pure ecstasy that flooded his features as he shot thick ropes of his cum inside your cunt.  

When you came to the bed was empty, blanket thrown haphazardly on the floor. A dull ache pulsed in your head as you tried to sit up. When you were finally able to drag your body upright the room seemed distorted, as if you were looking at it through a glass filled with water. Trying to steady yourself, you closed your eyes and put a hand to your forehead. As you sat there you noticed another pain, in your neck. Bringing a hand up you delicately prodded at the sore flesh of your throat which burned at the touch. After a moment you opened your eyes again and the room had gone back to normal. 

Finally in a clearer headspace, you looked at the clock. Only a few minutes had passed since you had blacked out which seemed nearly impossible. As you stared at the flashing digits a soft sound stole your attention. Looking to the sound, your eyes settled on Will. He was sitting in the corner with his hands over his face, chest heaving.

It took you a moment but you finally felt strong enough to stand. As you moved towards the edge of the bed, you felt a warm seeping feeling between your legs. Suddenly realizing what it was, you grabbed a tissue from your nightstand and brought it down to poorly clean yourself up. Deciding you’d done a decent enough job, you made your way over to kneel in front of Will. When he felt your hand on his knee he perked up so that you were both looking at each other now. His eyes were glassy and red from the tears he had been struggling to stifle. Will Graham had been through a lot of traumatizing things in his life and the idea that this was what had broken him made your heart tremble

You wished that you could take all of the pain away, wished you could kiss every wound that scarred his heart. However, you both knew it wasn’t that simple. Reality was much more challenging and, as had been demonstrated, much darker as well. Without saying anything, you reached over to pull Will’s head against your chest. As you did so he flung his arms around your body, clinging to you tightly. Fingers lacing into his hair, you held him there silently. It didn’t take long before you could feel his tears begin to roll down your skin. 

It felt like an eternity that the two of you sat there, molding your bodies into one as you each soaked up the other’s sadness. However, what Will Graham didn’t realize is that you would have stayed there ten thousand eternities to help him feel whole again. He gradually began to compose himself as he wiped away the rest of his tears and sat upright beside you, clearing his throat to speak.

“I’m sorry isn’t good enough. I wish there was an apology that surpassed sorry, one that would make everything right again.”

“Everything is alright--” 

“No. No. It isn’t,” His voice was firm as he corrected you. “Don’t lie. Pretend. Deny. Whatever it is that you’re doing. What I did is so far from alright. There is no word for what I did.”

“Will, I’m okay. You know that, right? I am alive--” 

“Yeah but what if you weren’t? I could have killed you.” 

“You wouldn’t have killed me.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” This last response killed the words in the back of your throat, bringing you to a stunned silence. After a beat you knew you needed clarity on what he had said.

“Did you want to kill me?” You couldn’t help taking a shaky breath.

“When I had my hand wrapped around your throat, your pulse was jumping underneath my touch. I could feel it get quicker as you became more afraid. In that moment, it wasn’t about killing you. It was about the power I held over you. Of course, I didn’t mean for it to go that far. I lost control. I didn’t want to kill you … but I could have.”

“Anyone could have killed me, Will. Hell, I could have killed you. It’s not about that,” You stopped a moment as you contemplated the question you wanted to ask him. “Did it feel good?” 

“That’s the part that really scared me … it felt incredible. Until it didn’t. At first, though, it was so thrilling. There was something so primal about it. Having you completely under my control. For a second, just a second, I did think about killing you. I thought about the fact that I could have ended your life right then and there. It was brief but the fact that it existed frightens me. It wasn’t a conscience thought, either. Somewhere deep inside my mind I was thinking about strangling you and I didn’t even have a say in it.” 

“Will, I’ve always trusted. That has never been in question for me. Sometimes, though, it’s your mind I can’t trust.” 

“I am my mind, Y/N.” At this you cupped his cheek and pulled him towards you so that he was looking you right in the eyes. 

“You are not your mind. You are going to make it through this because of all the things you’re not. You’re not a murderer. You’re not a psychopath. You’re not a bad person. You’re not beyond repair. And most importantly, you’re not alone. You have me and I am not leaving your side. You may think you are broken past the point of fixing, but I’m still here. And I can promise I am not going anywhere. We are going to be okay, do you understand?” Will clenched his jaw as he bit back the tears that threatened to renew themselves.

Without another word, you opened your arms and Will gladly fell into them. The two of you realized quickly that the vulnerable moment you’d shared had made you both exhausted. Helping each other up, you stumbled to bed where you both happily collapsed. As soon as you hit the mattress you both gravitated towards one another, skin pressed warmly together as you both curled up comfortably. It wasn’t long before the both of you were asleep. Both of you knew that the night wouldn’t be without interruption due to the violent nature of most of Will’s dreams. However, that didn’t matter in the moment. All you knew was the feeling of him connected to you as you drifted off, blissfully pushing aside everything but sleep and Will. 

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54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”. Catfish

Author’s Note: I love soft Frankie so much y’all. This man has stolen my heart. (also @wickedfrsgrl thank you for being so patient! I hope you enjoy!)

Word count: 1.4k (oops)

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood (kinda), PTSD, angst, fluff.

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It had been just a few weeks since Frankie had returned from the mysterious trip Pope had convinced him to take. Of course, you found out rather harshly that it wasn’t just a guy’s trip after all, and that they lost more than they could ever gain. Frankie had broken down in tears the moment he crossed the threshold of your home and laid eyes on you – telling you everything through his broken sobs. You felt your own tears bubble to the surface when he told you about Redfly, how he was killed on this insane mission and how Frankie blamed himself. You had been part of their team once, just as skilled as they were, but you and gotten out soon after you and Frankie had gotten together – too afraid of losing him or yourself to the harsh military life. That’s why you knew exactly what Frankie was feeling when he had returned to your shared home that day.

“oh fish,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair as he buried his face in your chest, “I’m sure it wasn’t your fault,” you reassured.

He just shook his head, another harsh sob being ripped from his lungs as his tears soaked through your shirt, “But it was. If I hadn’t shot at those villagers – if hadn’t been so fucking stupid, Redfly would still be alive.”

It had taken you days to finally talk some sense into him, tell him that it wasn’t just him who pulled the trigger, it was Redfly too. You knew there was truly no way to assuage his fear and guilt, all you could do was be there for him, physically and emotionally. But it seemed to get worse before it got better. Each day it felt like he was losing more and more sleep, either because he was woken by nightmares or he refused to sleep all together to avoid them. He was becoming distant, not talking to you as much, pulling away and starting to drink more. His changing demeanor had caused a rather fiery argument earlier in the day when he had caught you sifting through his dresser drawer. You loved Frankie – more than anything in the world – which means you also knew of his old habits, as well as his hiding spots.

He had come up behind you, slamming the drawer shut so fast and hard you barely managed to pull your hands out in time, you whirled around shock written on your features as you took in the utter frustration in his eyes.

“I’m not using again if that’s why you’re snooping through my things,” he snaps.

You try to remain calm even though his defensive demeanor is off putting, “Frankie, you just went through something traumatic, you lost a friend, I was just –“

“just what?” he barks, taking a threatening step towards you, “Just making sure I wasn’t coked out again?” he asks accusingly.

You clench your fists at your side, frustration evident in your voice as you spoke, “I can never be too careful Fish. I just want to help you, and all you’ve been doing is running away! What do you want me to do?”

He scoffed and pulled his baseball cap off running his hand through his hair before replacing it again, “I’m going out,” is all he says, turning around and stalking out of the bedroom.

You march after him, “Where are you going fish?” you call.

But the only response you received was the resounding slam of the front door followed but the sound of his truck starting up and pulling away.

You had cried after that, for a few hours before you realized it was late. You had already settled into bed when he returned, silently getting ready for bed before crawling in next to you. You had listened to him shuffle around before finally rolling onto his side and moving to rest his arm around your waist. But you, still upset about earlier, pushed his arm away from you before pulling the covers up to your chin. If your actions made him upset, he didn’t say anything, he instead just settled into his side of the bed and let silence overtake the room as you both fell into a fitful sleep.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep when a sudden tightness around your waist pulled you towards consciousness. You opened your eyes slowly trying to gain a sense of what was going on and what had woken you up. you quickly realized that, at some point in your sleep, you and Frankie had gravitated together. You were facing each other, but the thing that seemed to alarm you was that his arms were locked around you in a vice grip as small whimpers fell from his lips and tears stained his cheeks.

He was having a nightmare.

You immediately sat up, prying his arms from around you as you shook his shoulder firmly, “Frankie wake up,” you called, shaking his shoulder harder when he didn’t respond.

“Frankie!” you spoke louder, and this seemed to do the trick.

His eyes snapped open as he startled awake, sitting up onto his elbows as harsh pants escape his lips, his chest heaving with effort. You watch in a worried silence as his eyes dart around the space of your bedroom, before finally falling to you. You don’t have time to react before his arms shoot out, wrapping around your waist as he buries his head into your neck, his warm tears breaking your heart as they meet your skin. Violent sobs wrack his body and you wrap your arms tightly around him, one hand cradling the back of his head as you try and console him.

“it’s okay, you’re safe,” you whispered the words like a mantra over and over into his ear, feeling your own heart constrict at the emotional turmoil your other half was facing day in and day out.

Frankie’s cries eventually turn into nothing but sniffles and his breathing calms down slightly – the only abnormality being the small hiccups that slip past his lips. You don’t ask what happened – you never do. Too afraid of making him relive the awful things that plague his sleep, and Frankie never tells you. until tonight.

“It was you this time,” he rasps out, voice still thick with tears.

You pull away from him slightly, bringing your hands to his cheeks as you force him to meet your eyes, “What?” your voice is barely a whisper as your thumbs trace soothingly over his cheek bones, the scruff on his face a familiar comfort.

He brings his hands up to grab your wrists, relishing in the faint beating of your pulse beneath his fingers as he takes in a breath to speak again.

“It was you…on the mountain. Not Redfly.” He clarifies, his lip wobbling as the bloody image of you dying on that godforsaken rock flashes in his mind again.

You let out a sad sigh at his words, not quite sure what to say that will ease his mind, so instead, you take his hands in yours and pull him with you as you lay back down, facing one another. Frankie instinctively pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours and taking in a deep breath before pressing his lips to yours. His actions oppose this tender moment, his lips move against yours quickly and his hands hold your hips in in a bruising grip. Frankie wouldn’t tell you – but he was terrified. Terrified of his dream, terrified that you would leave him…you were his everything.

He finally pulled away, resting his head against yours once more as you both tried to catch your breath. You let your fingers trail over his jaw lightly then down his neck before resting your hand on his chest, the strong beating of his heart a calming feeling.

“I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

His voice was barely a whisper, and if you hadn’t been as close as you were you probably wouldn’t have caught the heart-breaking words.

“Oh Frankie,” you breath, scooting closer to him and nuzzling your head into his neck peppering kisses to the area there, “I’m not going anywhere,” you promise.

Frankie doesn’t say anything, just tightens his arms around you as he presses his nose into your hair, eyes slipping closed as your familiar scent envelops him.

“I love you Frankie,” you mumble, the tendrils of sleep tugging at your eye lids.

Frankie takes in a deep breath, the beginnings of exhaustion affecting him as well, “I love you more,” he whispers, finally giving into the feeling.

And for the first time in weeks, Frankie sleeps soundly.

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Shapeshifter Au - 13

Masterpost

“Alright. Bags unpacked. Roach settled. Dinner made and eaten. Ciri in bed. And now the bath’s ready.” Geralt turned to where he lounged on the bed. “You’ve managed to avoid doing any work today, lazy cat.”

He stood and stretched his back up into the air and moved to the edge bumping into Geralt’s hands who just stood there. Being grumpy.

He picked up the purring and insistent head-butting until Geralt’s hands relaxed from their tight fists, tickling at his neck.

“Before the water cools?” Geralt plead, kneeling next to the bed so he could nuzzle his face. Using the scruff of his chin to work free some loose fur. “Please.”

He rubbed their stubble together. Fingers kneading Geralt’s loose tunic.

“I didn’t,” His tongue tripped around the sounds as it remembered how to form words. Geralt sighed into him. Leaning in. Wrapping his arms around his waist. “Mean to wait so long.”

Geralt hummed burying his nose in the crook of his shoulder. Squeezing him closer.

“I was just really tired at first and then,” He paused, enjoying the press of Geralt’s lips to his neck. “I shifted into the wolf for Ciri because she was so upset and scared and I wanted her to trust me. And I. Pulled something?”

“I felt it.” Geralt’s hand slipped under his shirt. Running up his spine before settling on the expansion of his ribs. “I thought you were dying. It hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” He hadn’t meant to hurt him too. He didn’t mention the way whatever he’d done still ached. It was only after a few shifts or near the end of the day now. It was fine. There were better things to complain about. Things that wouldn't make Geralt sad or worried needlessly. “And then she almost trusted me and I didn’t want to ruin it by looking like this.”

The hand that wasn’t exploring the expanse of his back brushed though his hair and snagged on a matt, proving his point.

“I missed you.” Geralt whispered, only loud enough to hear because his nose was tucked into the curve of his ear. “You’re so much more annoying this way.”

He shoved Geralt back. “Alright then. Let’s use that water before it gets cold shall we? Since you clearly have no more interest in cuddling me.”

“I didn’t say-“

“Oh no you made that perfectly clear. So much more annoying hmm?” He shoved off him and began stripping on the way to the tub. “My most annoying form if I remember your words correctly.” He glanced back at Geralt as he slipped from his trousers. Still sitting on the bed.

He looked much too concerned about this.

He smiled reassuringly, “How quickly you forget the ferret,” And jumped in the bath.

He groaned spreading out in the Witcher sized bath. Letting the heat seep the weariness from his bones.

He let his head roll to the side watching Geralt as he sat on the bed. Watching him.

“Come now Geralt. I’ve kept your hair from turning into a matted mess all these years, you could attempt to salvage mine.”

Geralt grumbled but obligingly took a brush and began the arduous task of attempting to salvage his hair. He scrubbed the new and old dirt and grime from his form. Working clean the dirt under his nails and cutting them to a playable length.

“Will you tell me what happened?” Geralt shoved him under and started on a new clump.

“You should really know better than to just request a story in general. I’ll start recounting that incident in Novigrad. I do so like that story. The doppler posing as my lover. The brave witcher coming to my rescue-“

“The griffin.” Geralt interrupted. “You’ve never been a.” He paused.

“A monster before?”

Geralt hummed.

“I met a mage who was somehow even less pleasant than Yennefer and well.” He stretched his arms wide, dripping on the floor. “Griffin.”

He ignored the frown Geralt was burying into the back of his head. He was tired of sad stories. Violent stories. He didn't want to tell it. Didn't know how to weave it into something beautiful. Not yet. “I need to cut this one out.”

“Fine.” His mouth was full of blood and his hair was unsalvageable. “It’s just hair.”

He waited for Geralt to move away to grab his knife or the razor. It was fine. It was just hair. It was just hair.

Geralt’s arms wrapped around his chest and tucked his head into his neck. “It’ll grow back.”

“Of course it will.” He leaned his head back into Geralt’s shoulder ignoring the beads of bathwater that escaped his eyes or the soft tightness of his own voice. “It’s just hair.”

It wasn’t fucking important.

It wasn’t.

“I didn’t recognize you, you know? Not even a little. And then- then you said that thing about my mate being- being dead and I. I remembered. That you weren’t. You just didn’t want me. And that was so much worse.” He fought to swallow around the lump in his throat. “Cause you wouldn’t even meet me on the other side.”

“You believe in the other side now?”

“No. But it was a comforting thought until it wasn’t.”

Geralt hummed into his neck. “Rather met you on this side.”

A pained smile found its way onto his face and he rested his cheek against Geralt’s crown. “Thank you for not killing me.”

“Thank you for not hating me.”

“Oh I do. Just the normal amount though.”

“So long as it’s only the normal amount then.”

They stayed there. His fingers pruning in the water. Geralt breathing in the junction of his neck and let the water cool around him.

“Are you really okay with it?” Geralt hm’d his confusion. “Being my mate.”

Geralt raised his head. Drawing back. “You deserve better than this life.”

“A life better than the one I want?” His head drooped over the lip of the bath to watch Geralt.

“You need higher expectations.”

He turned around, kneeling in the tub, and took Geralt’s face in his hands. “That goes double for you. I am right where I want to be.” Golden eyes watched him. “The question is, are you?”

He waited as Geralt considered his answer. Stared into his eyes and tried not to think about what he’d do if Geralt said no.

“I can never tell how much of how you act is your shapes instincts and how much is you.” Geralt’s hand came up to hold his jaw. “Do you even want that? Or is it just the griffin talking?”

“Geralt.” He started.

“Or is this like the wolf were you kiss me because it’s an instinct or the otter where you hold my hand but it doesn’t mean anything once you come back to yourself?”

He leaned into Geralt’s hand on his jaw. Covered it in his own. “Geralt it’s always me. And maybe if I were human I wouldn’t do those things but the feelings that inspire those actions. They don’t change. Just how I express them does.”

He turned his face into Geralt’s hand and kissed it.

“I don’t know how griffins show their love beyond being overly possessive of their mate’s saddlebags,” Geralt snorted. “And I will apologize to Eskel in the morning for that. But Geralt believe me when I say that there is not a shape or form of mine that does not love you because they are all me.”

He moved his face from Geralt’s palm and leaned forward. Catching Geralt’s scraggly chin with the crook of his finger. Pulling him close. Until their breaths mingled. The way Roach did when she said I love you.

“And there is not a part of Jaskier that does not love you.”

Geralt’s eyes flickered over him. Weighed him. With those eyes that always saw too much. Had seen too much.

“Even the ferret?”

He laughed. Threw his head back and shook with it.

“Especially the ferret.” He promised, pressing their foreheads together.

“Then.” Geralt angled his head and pressed their lips together for a moment that was its own eternity and was still far too short. “I am where I want to be.”

“Good.” He smiled, big and crooked and entirely too honest. "Good."

“Well.” Geralt smiled in a way that made him bristle in anticipated irritation. “I’d rather be in the bath.”

He winked. “There’s plenty of room.”

“Not like this there isn’t and I’m not sharing a bath with any of your other forms again.”

“It was cheaper!”

“It was a mess!”

Geralt threw a towel at him.

He grumbled but exited. Feet freezing against the terrible cold of the floor. He leaped into the bed of blankets and burrowed into their warmth.

Geralt shoved him into a sitting position near the edge of the bed.

“I thought you were taking a bath.”

“Have to finish your hair first.” He heard Geralt unsheathe a knife. “Or you’ll just stress about it all night.”

“I somehow doubt the hack job your about to do is going to cause me less stress.”

“No.” Geralt agreed. “But it will be over.”

And with that the first clump came free. The tightness leaving his scalp where the matt had pulled the skin taunt.

It was just hair.

He sat very still and avoided the small dusty mirror on the far wall.

It was just hair.

Geralt ran his hands through it. Shaking the loose remains free.

“Done.”

He nodded.

He didn’t want to look.

It was just hair.

He crawled across the bed and stumbled over the tangle to blankets made at his feet to the mirror.

He wasn’t bald. So that was something.

But the uneven cuts poorly hid the sections Geralt had shorn to the scalp.

It was just hair.

“By spring no one will be able to tell.” Geralt reassured. Squeezing his bicep as he approached.

“Right.”

It was just hair.

He wasn’t going to cry over hair.

The world was at war. There was no point in being upset over hair.

“I think,” He braced for meaningless platitude Geralt would offer. “Your lute is out of tune.”

He laughed in a way that was definitely not a sob and broke eye contact with the man in the mirror.

Geralt set the lute in his lap.

He strummed it.

They both grimaced.

“This is going to take hours to fix. Care of Oxenfurt Geralt! Cause they know how to properly take care of a lute!”

Geralt ignored him and heated the bath with a quick sign before stripping.

He enjoyed the view until Geralt slipped under the water before beginning the terrible task before him.

“This is going to take hours.”

Geralt waved his hand again and fresh steam rolled off the water. “Got nowhere to be.”

Lutes were arduous instruments to tune.

He’d missed it.

The stings found their notes and his fingers found the strings and the song found him.

Distantly he watched Geralt climb out of the bath and dress in nightclothes. Distantly the bed next to him creaked as Geralt settled in.

But presently his fingers, lacking their calluses, ached against the strings and his voice echoed off the stone walls. His chest filled with it and when he could stand it no longer, his feet hit the cold floor and he danced.

He’d missed this. Singing. Dancing. Playing.

He missed it so much.

He spun and his damp hair stuck to his face as he finished the set. He beamed at Geralt, barely lit in faint orange darkness. Beautiful and alive and wanting him. His chest heaved as he caught his breath.

His eyes flicked over to the small shape that had joined Geralt in bed. Her platinum hair flickering orange with candle light.

He swallowed.

He opened his mouth but had no words for her.

He didn’t know where to start.

His fingers ached against the strings.

He wondered if she’d ever heard the songs he’d written for her.

He plucked one from his memory and played it.

Knelt at the side of her bed as it drew to a close and watched her with a timid smile.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t everything. It wasn’t convincing.

A man with raggedy hair, dressed in Geralt’s clothing that did not fit as nicely as they had the year before, and a song she might not even recognize.

He would not blame her for not trusting him. He would not let that hurt hurt her.

He won Geralt over one day at time. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year.

He would do the same for her. If he had to.

Her hand reached out. Thumb just under his eye as she angled his face.

“They’re still blue.” She said quietly.

“They always are.” Geralt told her. His eyes flickered back to him.

“Are they?” He asked. “I didn’t know that.”

“Never thought to mention it.”

His eyes drew back to Ciri. To her silent study of him.

He couldn’t bow while she held him so he settled for a smile. “I am Jaskier. The white wolf’s bard.” He told her as he set his lute aside. “And it is an honor to meet you Princess.”

His butt collided with the cold stone as his arms were filled with his cub. To her hands clasping at his shirt and her face buried in his shoulder.

After a moment he wrapped her in his arms and held her until the shaking stopped. Lifted her into bed.

Protect. Care for. Love. The magic begged him.

I will. I do. Always. He promised.

Geralt rolled onto his side and pulled the blankets over them.

“Can I stay? Just tonight.”

“Of course.” He promised. “Of course you can stay.”

You can stay forever. For that is how long I will love you cub. He sang back to her magic with the strings of Geralt’s chaos.

“Not every night.” Geralt rumbled and he prepared to hiss at him yes every night. As often as she needs. “But we’ll be here if you need us.”

Always. He agreed. “Always.”

They both snorted at him in the same way. His heart warmed.

He put a hand to his heart. “Always.” He insisted as theatrically as he could.

“You’re ridiculous. Is he always this ridiculous?”

“Always.” Geralt agreed.

He squawked in protest and within minutes they were asleep.

#Geralt #jaskier #ciri #geraskier #shapeshifter!Jaskier #shapeshifter au #geralt x jaskier #oh look it only took a month #hopefully the last chapter doesn't take quite so long #will it be the last chapter? #82% chance #writing

[operationcavill]

Untangled - Part 3

Does Henry finally get Y/N number? Does Y/N remember to ask for his? Keep reading to find out!

Inspired by: Butterflies // Kacey Musgraves

Y/N - Your name

S/N - Sisters name

B/I/L - Brother-in-Law

Part 1 | Part 2

The über driver jumps when he hears someone shout as they slam his door, “You didn’t give him your number, AGAIN?”

“I panicked, S/N!” She puts her hand to her forehead, “He didn’t give me his number either.” The elevator to their room is silent, mostly due to the fact that her brother in law looks like he might lose his drinks any second.

Making sure they got in safely she hugs her and checks the time. Her sister has hit her needy buzzed phase of the night, “You sure you don’t wanna stay for a bit? We could watch Drag Race.

Not wanting to invade on them any longer she shakes her head, “Nah. I’m gonna head home and hopefully sleep through this storm. I really don’t want listen to B/I/N vomit again anyway.” She gives her sister a peck on the cheek as she shuts the door to their room. Y/N walks down the hall toward the elevator, praying she doesn’t get stuck inside of it if the power goes out.

The ding brings her back to reality, “Hello there.”

What is it about a man with an accent, “Oh, hi,” She bites her lip.

“I didn’t know you wanted to run into me so soon. You following me, Darling?”

The way he says, ’Darling’ puts her on her toes, “My sister is staying here. Are you following me?”

Henry crosses his toned arms, “Just a very nice coincidence.”

“I take it this isn’t your floor?” She enters the elevator, pressing the lobby button.

He lets the doors close, “No, but I don’t mind sharing a ride back down,” He takes note of the sound of her boots on the laminate floor.  He liked to see her in nothing but those boots. They were tall, black, cutting off at her knee and letting just enough room to show a bit of her thigh. They reminded him of something 60s, go go boots and all that. She was dressed very well but looked so comfortable. A simple dress with what she would later call ‘a fun cardigan, not a sweater,' “How’d you know it was gonna rain like that?”

She looks at him, smudged eyeliner making her look even more endearing somehow, “Hmm?”

“How’d you know it was gonna rain?”

She shrugs, “It’s just one of those weird things.” She taps her toes while the elevator beeps, still paranoid about getting stuck in the small space.

“Is it terribly forward of me to tell you how cute you are?”

“No,” She looks as if she’s embarrassed to be complimented, and he can’t understand why.

Henry moves closer, “Well, Y/N, I think you’re lovely.”

They approach the lobby, “I, um, need to catch my Uber.”

He licks his bottom lip, “What a shame. Can I wait with you?”

She tries to hide her smile but it quickly falls as she notices the rush of people coming from outdoors, “Ugh. Frickin’ rain."

“Don’t like storms?”

“I don’t mind them. I live in an older building so when it storms, we usually lose power for the night.”

“Ah, I certainly hope not. It’s surprisingly cold tonight.” He would love to keep her warm on a night like this.

“It is. Getting stuck in the rain didn’t seem to help,” Oh, what a playful look she gives him.

He laughs, “I admit I was wrong.”

“Shit.”

“Everything ok?”

“My ride cancelled on me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” His hands find themselves in his pockets again, “Um, well I can give you a ride if you like.”

“Oh that’s super nice of you but the bus runs—“ He almost rolls his eyes, the bus?

Henry hates the idea of her riding a bus alone at night, and in this weather? She could get sick. He couldn’t have that, “Please, I insist.”

He receives a quizzical look, “Are you sure?”

“Of course,”

“Ok, well, I’m telling my sister you’re giving me a ride. You know, just in case you turn into a psychopath or something. No offense,” Y/N laughs nervously.

“None taken, car’s this way,” He returns the smile, hoping she’s not too bothered.

She follows him to the cold garage, “I hope you have heated seats. Should’ve worn jeans,” She wouldn’t say it out loud but the wind was making her butt so cold that she could have worn it was going numb.

Henry grins as he opens her door, “You’re in luck.”

“Thank you.” Her sweet smile.

“So, where am I headed?”

Y/N suddenly get a bit more animated, waving her hands about, “Outside Squirrel Hill, when you pull out, go left, “ She points, ”and pop on Irvine.”

“Alrighty.”

“And at the second light, make a right.” She zoned out on his hand on the gearshift, he has very nice hands. They look soft, but not too soft.

“So, how’s your legs?”

She was too preoccupied by his hand movements to hear what he said,“Hmm?”

“Your legs were cold?”

Thank god its dark in this car, she blushing and wants to jump right out of the car, “Oh, yeah, the heated seats, they’re fine. “

“Good, it is rather cold. I should’ve brought a jacket.”

“Extra cold for the beginning of October,” A loud clap of thunder makes her gasp, “Oh!

He jokes with her, “Not scared of storms, huh?”

She sighs, “Took me by surprise is all,” The rest of the ride is quiet, a soft song playing and the rain violently hitting the sun roof.

——————————

He parks in front of the brick building and gives a sympathetic groan, “Well, I’d say your electricity theory was correct.”

She sighs, “Listen, would you mind walking me up? There’s a creepy guy on the 3rd floor that I wouldn’t exactly like to meet in the dark.”

His stomach drops, is she safe here? “Of course. Are you ready to brave the rain?”

No.“Count of 3?”

“1-2-3,” They both open their doors and bolt.

“Uh,” Y/N feels the icy cold drops hit her thighs as she runs.

He grabs her hand and encourages her run faster, “Hurry!”

“Oh my god,” She’s shivering now, and she notices the thinness of his shirt once more and the body underneath it, and that he’s still hold her hand.

Regrettably, he lets go to shake the water off his arms, “I think we might make a puddle in the lobby.”

She shivers, “Right. Steps are over here.”

"What floor are you on?”

She groans, “I’m on 5.”

“Well, you know what they say. Never skip leg day.” Henry huffs and gets a head start leaving her to skip to catch up.

As they reaches the 3rd floor, the creepy guy is waiting just as Y/N thought he would, “Who’s ya friend?” She moves so that she’s walking beside Henry, “You gotta name?” They continue on, rightfully ignoring him.

He goes wide-eyed, “Jesus. He is creepy.”

Y/N sighs and shrugs, “He makes everyone uncomfortable.”

“I can see why. Those emergency hallway lights aren’t exactly doing him any favors either.”

“So, here I am.” She’s suddenly very aware of her lungs. Her chest feels tighten as she looks at him.

‘Here you are.” If she was in a movie, this is what they meant by calling men ‘Dreamy’. His thick eyelashes and soft lips, even his stupid scruff is beautiful.

“Thank you for the ride. And walking up here with me,”

“No problem, it was good to see you, again, so soon.”

Another loud boom of thunder rips through the night, “God!”

He tries not to laugh, “I think you might be a liar about hating storms.”

Her voice falls, showing her shyness all over again, “I think this one just has me particularly jumbled.”

“Oh really?” Henry moves closer, mere inches from her face.

She swallows, “Yes.”

He’s so close to her face that she could feel the warmth of his breath, “Why’s that?”

“You’re just—,” Y/N is distracted by movement in the corner of her eye, “GET OUT OF HERE!”

Henry watches the creepy man from the third floor descend the stairs and looks back toward Y/N, “Does he do that a lot?”

“No, I’ve never seen him up here, “ She looks startled and he instinctively walks back to her with large strides, briefly touching her arm, “Do you care to come in for a second? I don’t really want someone eavesdropping on me.” He nods, shuffling inside with her.

She eagerly shuts the door, locking it, but bumping into henry as soon as she turns back around, “Oh, sorry. It’s really dark.”

“It’s ok. I have some candles and stuff. You want some tea? The good thing about these old buildings is that they always have gas ranges.” The light from her phone helps her navigate and see Henry standing there with his wet clothes, looking ridiculously attractive. She awkwardly takes her boots off before kicking them to the side.

He can’t contain a chuckle, which earns awkward silence from her, “I don’t mean to laugh, you looked very cute struggling.”

“That’s a weird compliment, you know?” He shrugs with his hands in his pocket. She motions at him even though they can barely see, “Take off your shoes, please. With my luck, I’ll probably slip and fall on a single drop of water. Come on, let’s make that tea.”

Henry walks behind her very closely, making Y/N’s heart race in the best way, ”Thank you for letting me come in.”

“I guess knowing a superhero came in handy.” She laughs, “So, tea?”

“That’d be great.” He watches her look through drawers, sifting through things with her aid on her phone light.

“I think I put all the candles in the hallway,” She hums before speaking,“I don’t have anything warm to offer you besides the tea. Unless you want to wear a robe with little gold stars on it.”

His mind goes off with how adorable she must look about of the bath. Her skin all flush and warm bundled up in a robe, “Ohh, sounds very fashionable but I’m ok. Thank you, though.”

“I’m going to dry off and change before I turn into an ice cube. I’ll be right back.” Henry looks around her kitchen and tries to make out all her knickknacks from the barely there light of the small window above the sink. She returns in a sweater and leggings, and a towel in her hand. Soft. Y/N bumps into him a second time, “Sorry, I can’t really see. Got you a towel,” She clears her throat, “Got the candles.”

He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy her body against his, “S’alright.”

She finds a lighter and joyfully announces, “Let there be light!”

“You are an exquisite hostess.” He rubs the towel in his hair, leaving it a curly mess.

“Thank you. I do try,” she searches her cabinet after filling the kettle, “black tea, green tea, or um, more black tea.

Henry looks offended, “I’m British.” He sits down in one of the wooden chairs in her small kitchen, somehow looking right at home.

Y/N puts on her best fake accent, “Oh, my mistake, Mr. Cavill.”

He attempts to wink, “Cheeky.”

“So, you’re in my kitchen and I barely know you. I’m either very stupid or very smart and pulled the hottest man in the world inside my apartment.”

“Should I say thank you?”

“Probably.”

“Thank you.”

Y/N plops the tea bags in the mugs, “Let me know if I’m keeping you. I didn’t really mean to just drag you in here. That guy is just such a weirdo,” She fills the cups, “I kind of panicked.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

“Sugar?” Sweet like her.

There goes those thoughts again, “Yes.”

“I, um, dont usually invite strange men into my house. So, I hope you’re not a complete crazy-pants.”

“Please, if you’re uncomfortable I can go. I don’t want to over stay my welcome, or make you think I’m a crazy-pants.”

“No, it’s ok. I actually like having someone here tonight. He’s never came up here before, and I like talking to you.”

“I like talking to you, too,” he sits up straight, “and I like your flat. Cozy, it feels like a home.”

“Thank you. I try to make it my little hideaway.”

“It’s nice. Especially in this storm.”  

“I can’t believe how bad it is. I don’t think it’s rained this hard since the beginning of summer.” A bolt of lightning and loud clap of thunder shakes her, “Jesus!”

“Whoa.”

A buzzing noise comes from the counter, “Well, my phone is on 3% and there’s a flood warning.”

It’s then that he remembers his phone is in his car, “That’s cheerful news,” he watches her in the dim light. She picks at her sweater, seemingly avoiding his gaze and the glow of the candles make her all too alluring. Even when she isn’t speaking, she says a lot. Y/N’s body talks, and he wants to answer. “Ok over there?” She grants him pleasant smile with a nod.

She grants him pleasant smile with a nod, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” He can barely handle the few seconds of anticipation.

“Do you mind staying — would you want to stay here for a little bit?”  

He hates that he gets excited by these words, because maybe she’s too scared to be alone or maybe he’s misread the situation entirely, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t like the thought of you driving in this, or being responsible for Superman’s death. I’d feel better if you’d stay until it lightens up. It looks like there’s a bit of a blackout, I can’t see really see anything out there.”

He smiles widely, “Well, I’ll stay and chat if you’ll have me.”

Before they know it, two and a half hours pass by. They share their favorite books and what music they like. They both agree that they could eat gnocchi for ever meal. He struggles with jet lag and Y/N has never been overseas. She misses her niece and mentions how she’s always loved to paint, too. Henry finds her passion for her craft and love for her family endearing, and it’s something he can understand. He always misses his family when he’s away, but his drive to work is practically unstoppable.

“What time is it,” she stretches, accidentally giving him a glimpse of her stomach. He wants to touch her skin.

He pulls up his sleeve to expose his no doubt expensive watch, “Oh, it’s just past 1,” He shrugs, “time flies when you’re having fun.”

She yawns, “It does.”

“You’re cute.”

“Stop it.” Y/N sits up straight, ready to argue for no reason. She’s bit grouchy when she’s sleepy and not even Henry’s good looks and charming accent can beak that seal.

“No.” He can tell she’s holding back a smile.

Ok, maybe Henry’s charm can break her out of it, “Yes.”

He shifts forward, resting his elbows on the table, “Your cute sweaters and your stupid cute mugs.”

She gasps, “They’re not stupid!”

“Yes, they are, they’ve got blue frogs on them. Your cute smile and your cute sleepy voice,” She leans back against the chair, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

They stare at each other, the candle light flickering between them.

“Do you always pout at compliments?” He enjoys that she cocks her said to the side, gearing up to return the banter.

“No, In fact-,” A knock at the door cuts her off.

He shares confused glance, “I take it you’re not expecting anyone?”

Y/N gets up but stops to grab his forearm, “Come with me.”

He doesn’t hesitate to grab a candle and guide her, but her hands are so cold he can’t help but clasp his hand over hers, “Your fingers are freezing!”

Y/N is too worried to appreciate the sweet gesture, “Shut up and see who it is!”

“It’s your apartment!” He guffaws and rolls his eyes.

“Henry! Just look through the thingie.” The way she’s said his name could leave him melting right in the narrow hallway.

“Fine.... I don’t see anyone?” He tries not to show his concern in order to save her from worrying even more.

She squeezes his arm, “What?

“No one is-,” Another knock comes from the hall.

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[friendofhayley]

In the midst of chaos, it’s healthy to sometimes soothe ourselves with fiction so thank you, fic writers, for providing us with a safe space. Anyway here’s a list of the best fics I read this month. This rec includes 18 fics from Game of Thrones, One Direction, Teen Wolf, and The Witcher fandoms. The starred ones are *special*

Sanrion (Game of Thrones)

1. A Change of Fate by TheTruffalo | time travel fix-it fic - slow burn - BAMF!Sansa - all the unexpected friendships - 119k+

What would happen if Sansa Stark travelled back in time to the beginning of Game of Thrones? How would she change the future? With her knowledge of the future, marriage to Tyrion Lannister, allegiances to the Targarian Dynasty and lets not forget her tutelage under the notorious Lord Baelish, what will she change? She is not a Little Bird this time, no, now she is a wolf. This time she will come out on top. The question is, who will she bring with her and who will be the collateral? It is all in the days work when playing the Game of Thrones; and she has learned from the best.

2. *The North Remembers* (series) by K_R_Closson, tasalmalin | BAMF!Sansa - the revenge tastes so sweet - time travel fix-it fic - more action than romance - 3 parts

When Sansa and Theon flee Winterfell, they encounter someone who can give Sansa a chance to start over. Sansa has to determine what she can change and what she has to accept to get a future she wants.

Larry (One Direction)

3. haunted by the ghost of you by @missandrogyny | real estate agent Louis - angst and fluff - memory loss - enemies to friends to lovers - 49k

“Hi,” the boy—the ghost—says to Louis. His face shifts; somehow his dimples dig deeper into his cheeks. His eyes flit from Louis, to Niall, to Liam, and finally to Zayn, and his face goes from shocked to elated. “I’m Harry.”

At in that exact moment, standing between three of his best friends and staring at a (quite handsome) ghost, Louis can only think one thing.

Nick Grimshaw was right.

4. I’ve Been Hoping You’d Be Somewhere Better Than This by @runaway-train-works | enemies to lovers - rough sex - unrequited love - Louis is such a bottom brat - 39k 

The one where Louis is up for a promotion, he just has one tiny, little problem standing in his way.

5. thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by @absoloutenonsense | friends to lovers - heavy mutual pining - misunderstandings - fluff and angst - 52k

Harry’s alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam’s latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis’ financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

6. *What’s It Gonna Be?* by @shesarealphony | GOD TIER FIC - based on this music video - there are lesbians!! - gay found family !! - 35k

Louis and Bebe, best friends since childhood, have crushes on two of the most popular kids in school, and in an attempt to increase their respective chances, Louis befriends Harry Styles, quarterback of the football team, while Bebe befriends Clare Uchima, head cheerleader. Only… the plan… doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Zouis (One Direction) 

7. Gravity Always Wins by @writeivywrite | canon - friends to lovers - ot5 - misunderstandings - 17k

The truth is: if they weren’t in a band together, Zayn wouldn’t be friends with someone like Louis.

8. keep you like an oath by @ohnokonecny | strangers to lovers - Louis is a force of nature - American AU - fake relationship - 18k

Zayn doesn’t recognize the man through the peephole, but he looks harmless enough, so Zayn swings the door open, barely able to get out a greeting before,

“Hello, would you be interested in being my boyfriend?” The stranger asks.

“Uh,” Zayn mumbles, looking between the man and the space behind him, waiting for someone to jump out at him and tell him what’s going on. No one does. And the stranger is still grinning at him, blue eyes shining and teeth on full display as he waits. “Who are you?” Zayn finally asks, when the stranger makes no move to give him more information about what’s happening.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

9. hope is the thing with feathers by @shanastoryteller | author wrote Survival is a Talent and you can tell because it’s amazing - first of a series - BAMF!Stiles - alive Hale family - 28k

Then he’s facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that’s his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man’s chest so he knows he’s alive, but he’s not waking up.

He shoves away his hood so he can shout, “Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there’s a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!” Nothing, he’s not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they’re having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

There’s a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it’s all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet.

10. Every stumble and each misfire by @everchanginginks | future fic - deputy Siles - BAMF!Stiles - soft Derek - 14k

Stiles hasn’t seen or heard from Derek in ten years. It’s a bit of a surprise to find out about Derek’s return to Beacon Hills through Tinder.

11. Hide Of A Life War by @etharei | BAMF!Stiles - Sheriff finds out - suspense - found family - 26k

The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

12. Pale Skin and Fragile Bone by fakinbrilliance | BAMF!Stiles - mates - don’t underestimate the Hale pack - found family - 62k

Stiles asks Derek to teach him self-defense.

13. *Sweet Buns* by @pantstomatch | omega Stiles - misunderstandings - pining - Derek is bad at feelings - 17k

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.

Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.

14. The Seven Lives of Stiles Stilinski by @glorious-spoon | angst with a happy ending - pining - time travel - hurt/comfort - 25k

Stiles disturbs an abandoned temple and catches the attention of a goddess of time and fate. When he starts time-traveling involuntarily through the past, he’s not sure if she means it as a curse or a lesson–but no matter when he travels to, he always seems to end up at Derek’s side.

7. *I know that you love me, even when I lose my head* by LunaCapisLupus_22 | amnesia - internalized homophobia - omega Stiles - BAMF!Stiles - 135k

“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.

15. Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill | SO much angst with a happy ending - slow burn - BAMF!Stiles - PTSD - 70k

The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

16. *Not Your Disney Romance* by Rawren (Deshonanana) | THIS IS SO GOOD - the perfect mix of crack and angst - disabled Stiles - mind control - 42k

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack’s alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

Geraskier (The Witcher)

17. Landfall by round_robin | merman Jaskier - soft Geralt - future fic - trust porn - 10k

Geralt spotted Jaskier’s blue breeches neatly folded in the sand by the rock, his boots next to them, doublet unbuttoned and blowing in the wind. Those too blue eyes looked even brighter next to the sea and his heart skipped a beat. “Jaskier,” he sighed. He didn’t know what else to say.

While relief flooded Geralt—Jaskier was alive and well, no evil befell him after Geralt stupidly pushed him away—Jaskier didn’t seem to share his feelings. His lips turned down, shoulders slumped. Finally, he said, “Are you here to kill me?”

18. ‘My Own’ by @valleyofwitcher | creature Jaskier - found family - Kaer Morhen - they’re soft for each other -  43k

Jaskier has been hiding his draconic ‘heritage’ for as long as he could remember. And travelling with Geralt and Ciri, it didn’t seem to be an issue. That is until a notice comes up about hunting dragons.

All of a sudden, everything is thrown into disarray as he has to face feelings and impulses he had been suppressing for years, nothing seems safe anymore. Geralt tries to fix it.

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