#the closest thing to a prompt was that me my sister and my brother were all sitting in the livin room and we had watched the show last night

[daisyvisions]

10 79 99 w juyo

im just doing all the members <3 take ur time

(this was supposed to be out for his bday but life happened 🥴 belated hbd to our juyo still!)

Behave...

Member + Prompts: Lee Juyeon (TBZ) + 10. “Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”, 79. “Behave.”, & 99 .“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), brat taming, bratty reader x brother’s best friend!au, hard dom, dubcon, fingering, overstimulating, squirting, Juyeon’s a lil perv (if you squint), dacryphilia (ish?)

Extra content warning: ⚠️ this fic contains a cnc kink (aka dubcon) but please know that consent is key ALWAYS. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

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Juyeon had seen you almost every single day since you were kids. Not only was he your neighbor, but he also happened to be one of your brother’s closest friends.

Growing up, you were seen as the annoying little sister who would always try to play with your brother and his friends. And for some reason, you insisted on staying beside Juyeon every single time. Always trying to link arms with him, show him the things you would create, etc.

To you, no one else mattered in the room except for Juyeon. There was just something about him that always had you sticking to him like a magnet (…or maybe because you had a fat crush on him).

But for Juyeon? It was annoying as hell. The more you kept on clinging onto him, his patience was wearing thin.

That’s how this whole rift between the two of you started when you accidentally overheard Juyeon ranting to Kevin that you were getting on his nerves and that he just wished you could back off. It broke your tiny little heart into pieces.

Since then, you distanced yourself and became more hostile towards him, trying to find ways to push him away so you wouldn’t get hurt again.

Juyeon didn’t pick up this new attitude of yours at first but when you started becoming more snarky and rolling your eyes at him, it pissed him off even more than you being clingy.

And that’s what you did through the years growing up together: nothing but pure pettiness and bickering, more than your actual brother!

However, neither of you expected that some of these fights ended up becoming more flirtatious and suggestive as you both went through your teenage years.

Naturally, it gave you some confused feelings about him (especially when puberty did him so good…) and Juyeon was well aware that some of his words came off too flirty or suggestive (and yes, some were on purpose). How could he resist? Especially when your puberty hit you like a damn freight train.

One day you were this annoying little clingy girl then next thing you know you’re walking around the house wearing those skimpy little shorts that hugged the globes of your ass so perfectly. and what a sight it was indeed (especially when you would bend to pick something up from the floor.)

But what really riled him up the most was when you would act like a brat towards him… oh how he wished to put you in your place someday and teach you a lesson.

— — — — — — —

It was 10:17 PM and you were heading out to meet some friends at this newly open bar to just drink and have fun, making sure to wear the cutest top and matching skirt along with some of your favorite accessories.

As you were walking into the kitchen to grab a drink of water before heading out, your body accidentally collides with another figure. “Really? isn’t that skirt a little too short on you?”

Oh… It's Juyeon…

“What does it matter to you?” you snap back.

“You could at least cover up or something.” he retorted.

“Who are you, my dad? Why don't you just shut up and mind your business you prude.” You look in his eyes before you walk past him, slightly bumping into his shoulder on purpose.

“Fucking brat…” he muttered to himself, trying to ignore the slight twitch in his crotch area because admittedly, the outfit you wore was incredibly hot to say the least.

“Okay! Going! I'll text you, bye!” You shout to your brother in the living room as he and his other friends were playing a video game. “Kay, bye!” He shouts, still looking at the screen.

“Are you just gonna allow her to go out dressing like that?” Juyeon asks your brother, but he shrugs and ignores him, failing to notice the overprotective tone in Juyeon’s voice.

Hours pass and Juyeon does nothing but nervously shake his leg and glance at the clock every five minutes. Why does he feel so anxious and nervous all of a sudden?

It’s not like this is the first time you’ve gone out dressing up like that. And it’s not the first time you’ve been out too late either. So what made tonight different from the rest?

His internal thoughts were cut off when he heard your brother’s phone ring with you asking to be picked up from the bar. But before your brother even gets up from the couch, Juyeon immediately cuts him off.

“I can pick her up if you want. I don't mind.” he eagerly says.

“Oh really you sure? Thanks man! You know where to find the keys.”

Nodding his head, Juyeon pushes himself off the armchair and heads straight to the car to go you.

— — — — — — —

“What the fuck is he doing here?” you mutter to yourself as you see your brother’s car pull up at front of the bar but Juyeon in the driver’s seat instead.

“Get in.” Juyeon utters. You open the the car door and slide into the passenger seat.

“Why are YOU picking me up?” you snarl at him.

“Just doing your brother a favor.”

“What, so you can continue pissing me off? Don’t you have anything better to do than be obsessed with me?”

“You better watch that fucking attitude…” Juyeon’s hand on the wheel tightening the more you keep on fighting back, the whites of knuckles instantly popping out.

“Why don't you make me-” Before you can even finish your sentence, Juyeon’s large strong hand grips your exposed inner thigh.

You gasp at the sudden contact, and when you turn your head towards him he’s already looking straight at you with his piercing eyes and jaw clenched.

“Behave.” he sternly says.

That’s all it took for you to shut up the whole time driving back home. Juyeon’s hand was still grasping your inner thigh very hard during the drive. You’re pretty sure it’s gonna leave some light bruises the next day.

You bit your lower lip so hard trying not to to react with the feeling of Juyeon’s hand dangerously close to your core, your arousal practically blooming through your thin panties.

By the time you get home, you slam the car door and make your way inside. This doesn’t sit well with Juyeon of course so he follows behind you, nagging about how you should fix your attitude.

The sounds of you fighting from the front door of the house travel all the way to the kitchen. Your brother and his other friends treat it like background noise at this point.

“I don't know why you always have to make things so difficult!” Juyeon argued.

“Stop nagging me like you have a say in what I do!” you snap back.

Furious with your attitude, Juyeon grabs both your wrists and pins them on top of the kitchen counter, your back pressed against his chest while his entire body cages you beneath him.

“Such a fucking brat.” He whispers in your ear, the vibrations of his voice making your core slightly throb. You feel his bulge dig in-between your ass and his hot breath fanning the sensitive spot between your neck and ear.

The words are caught up in your throat, struggling to utter even a one-worded response to him. You almost let a loud whimper come out of your mouth instead when you feel Juyeon’s hand snake under your skirt, aggressively pulling your panties to the side and sliding two digits in-between your soaking folds.

“I’m gonna put you in your place, show you what happens if you keep being a brat in front of me” he whispered.

Juyeon instantly forces his two fingers inside your weeping hole, fucking them in and out of you without any warning whatsoever. You mewl at the rough sensation it brings you. “F-ffuck- Juyeon wait-”

But he doesn't listen. Instead, he increases the pace of his fingers to the point you hear the wetness of your own arousal squelching. But when he starts curling his long fingers inside you, hitting that gummy spot you could never reach with your own fingers, you let out a desperate moan.

Juyeon quickly covers your mouth with his other hand, making you remember that your brother and his friends were just in the other room.

“Shhhh. Try not to be so noisy, yeah?” Juyeon smirks. Hearing your muffled moans against his hand made his cock strain in his jeans, digging into your ass even more.

Juyeon continues to curl and pump his fingers into you at an ungodly pace, you mind slowly entering into subspace from how good it actually feels.

You suddenly see a flash of white before your eyes as you cry from the pleasure of your high unexpectedly hitting you harder than it has ever did before.

But Juyeon doesn't stop there. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you like his life depended on it, his free hand snaking under your skirt to vigorously rub your overly sensitive bud.

“Ju-juyeon s-stoooppp-” You hazily say, now covering your mouth with your own hand.

“Nope, wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”

Tears start falling down your cheeks as you get overwhelmed with the sensations, the pleasure now turning slightly into pain. You quietly scream into your hand as you feel your abdomen explode, feeling your juices squirting out of you, running down your legs and onto the kitchen floor.

The moment Juyeon saw the mess happening below, he did nothing but smile from ear to ear and let out a satisfied hum. Before he leaves, his hands travel back to your waist and leans in forward to whisper in your ear once again,

“The next time you decide to become a brat, I’m not gonna be nice about it…”

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hi! I just saw your winter ficlet request thingy, and I decided to ask for some! (Even though I read through the guidelines, I hope I do this right, never actually sent a request 😅)

So uuuh, what about

“Am I your favorite?” with Crosshair?

Like, it just screams his name, in my opinion! 🤭

Sending you love! 🫶🏻

i absolutely love that prompt with him, you're so right!! and it's also fitting that this was the first request for winter ficlets, im honored to be your first request! i changed the prompt a tiny bit, but i hope you enjoy it :)

words: 769

summary: For the first time in a long time, the crew of the Marauder gets to spend a little time relaxing, and you joke around with the squad's resident sniper.

A Quiet Moment

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For the first time in who knows how long, things were quiet on the Marauder. The last few jobs that the squad had taken had all been completed, deliveries and retrievals for some of Cid’s more shadow-y clients (it was something of a miracle that everyone made it out with all their limbs, if you were being honest). It wasn’t anything near the luxury and decadence as a vacation on a more tropical planet would be, as the ship was currently parked in the middle of a forest on a nearly empty Outer Rim planet, but it was still something of a blessing for you, Omega, and the rest of the boys to be able to take a step back and relax for a few days. 

You were sitting under a tree, staring out in the direction of what you knew to be the closest village, though they were nowhere within eyesight. As you mind quietly drifted from topic to topic, you turned to watch Hunter, Wrecker, and Omega chase each other around the grassy field, while Tech and Echo kept score from the sidelines and called out bets on who was going to catch the others first. 

The sound of feather-light footsteps caught your attention, and you turned to see Crosshair making his way towards you. His hair had begun to grow out in the time since he had returned to his brothers, and he was looking more and more like his old self by the day, save for the scar on the side of his head that you knew would never truly heal. “Finally tired of the smelly ship?” you teased, smiling as he sat down next to you. 

“One could never truly be tired of that stench, you just get used to it,” was his deadpan response, but the barest hint of a smile began to peek through his gruff exterior. That was another thing that was returning about him: his sense of humor. While you were never quite sure what your exact relationship was with the squad’s resident sharpshooter, you were certainly sure that he chose to spend more time with you than anyone else on the squad. 

“So you were bored then.” 

He raised his eyebrows at you. “And you think that if I was bored I would come here, to talk to you?” 

You laughed, sensing the joking tone in his voice. “Point taken, but I have some bad news for you about your current location, grumpy.” 

A sigh escaped his mouth at the newly-appointed nickname, and he plopped down to sit next to you, both of your backs now resting against the trunk of a sturdy tree. Silence fell over you two for a fleeting moment, and you finally decided that you were going to ask him something. “Why do you spend so much time with me?” 

He stopped, turning to you with a slightly shocked expression on his face. “What do you mean?” 

“I don’t know,” you said, suddenly self conscious about the can of whuffa worms you may have just opened. “Like right now, you could be spending more time with your brothers and sister. Why are you over here with me?” 

A beat of silence fell over the space before he spoke in response. “Because you’re the calmest,” he said. “It’s more difficult for me to get back into that frame of mind sometimes, the way my brothers are able to let go and be goofy whenever they want. And besides, you’re my favorite.” 

As much as you would have liked to assure him that his brothers were experiencing similar worries and that they had also been changing with the galaxy, the last sentence he spoke completely caught you off guard. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” he said slowly, looking as though he was suddenly second-guessing the admittance. “Why, am I not your favorite?” 

“I don’t know, Gonky’s pretty much got the position on lock,” you said, a quiet laugh escaping your mouth. 

Crosshair turned away in mock annoyance, but you knew he wasn’t actually offended. Taking a big risk, you reached out to grab his hand, a smile growing on your face when you realized that he didn’t pull it away. Moving it into your lap so that you were holding his hand with both of yours, you gently coaxed him to lay on your shoulder. 

Yeah, maybe he was your favorite person on the ship, and maybe it was totally obvious to anyone with a little bit of insight, but you didn’t care. He needed someone right now, and you were more than happy to help out where you could.

- the end -

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[hb-writes]

The Care Package

Summary: When Charlie leaves to study abroad in London for the semester and forgets something important, Harvey and Donna get it to her as quick as possible.

Prompt: “I love you, my fluffy dinosaur.” Promptly followed by: “Are you drunk or trying out a new nickname? Because I’m not a fan.”

Characters: Harvey Specter & Charlie Specter (OC)

Content Warning: None!

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Harvey answered the video call and recoiled, the speakers garbling Charlie’s high pitched squeal. She was nearly shaking with what Harvey could only name as unencumbered happiness, clearly visible even through the slight blurriness of the screen, courtesy of the 3,500 miles between them and her shoddy internet connection. 

“I love you, my fluffy dinosaur!” she said, either not aware or not caring that her brother had answered her call and was watching.

"Shut up! It's 6 am!"

Charlie flinched, turning towards her bedroom door at the shout of one of her flatmates, shouting back a quick, "Sorry!" that had Harvey laughing for the first time in what felt like days.

“Are you drunk or trying out a new nickname?” Harvey asked. “Because I gotta be honest, I’m not a fan.” 

Charlie glanced at the screen, glaring at her brother for a second before she refocused her attention on uncovering the stuffed creature she knew was buried in the bottom of the package. She had just accepted the delivery, and recognizing the return address—Pearson-Specter-Litt’s office, she’d opened it right away, plopping herself, the box, and her laptop on her bed after reading the accompanying greeting card. 

Charlie smiled triumphantly as she finally pulled Tracy the Triceratops free, hugging the stuffed dinosaur to her chest. 

“Not a fan of the nickname or me being drunk?” she asked, settling the triceratops in her lap so both Charlie and Tracy were staring at Harvey with goofy grins on their faces.

Charlie’s smile broadened as she looked at her brother, impressed at his ability to successfully level a look like that at her even through the computer screen. 

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll remind you that the drinking age is eighteen here, Harvey,” she offered. “Sorry to inform you that I’m an adult.” 

Not to mention that it was 6 in the morning, and drinking was the last thing on her mind. 

“She says while hugging a blue dinosaur..." 

A handful of witty comebacks swirled in Charlie's mind, but she found herself taking a deep, steadying breath as she observed her brother on the screen, his smile easy even though he was clearly exhausted. She was hit with a wave of something that had her swallowing down a lump in her throat, something that clenched tight in her chest. 

It wasn’t quite loneliness Charlie felt—she had known two of her flatmates before leaving study abroad, and everyone else she had met in the last few days had been great. Charlie was enjoying everything about it and having loads of fun, but for a moment, as she watched Harvey through the screen, she just longed to be home.

She longed for the apartment she shared with her brother. She longed for New York bagels and their quiet, cozy Sundays. She even longed for her brother’s office with his records and his collection of balls, including the one she had signed for him during her first and only season of tee ball. He wasn’t the type to have a framed picture of his sister adorning his desk, but Charlie’s baseball sat in an honored position beside the ones belonging to Jeter, Jordan, and Ewing. Most people who admired the collection were none the wiser that the ball closest to Harvey's desk had been signed by a six year old.

Charlie cleared her throat, blinking away the sudden wetness in her eyes and Harvey sat up straight, noting the change in her despite the terrible internet connection.

“What’s wrong?"

Charlie swallowed as Harvey started his question, shaking her head.

“You’re still at work?” she tried, though she already knew he was. It was a busy week at the firm and even though Harvey hadn’t said a word to her about it, she knew from Mike and Donna. And even if they hadn’t clued her in, Charlie recognized her brother’s office—a space that felt just as much like home as Harvey’s apartment did. 

“Charlotte.” 

Charlie stilled. She knew that tone. She recognized that her brother had latched on to something and wasn’t likely to let it go easily. 

“It’s nothing, Harvey. I just…Thank you for sending Tracy.” Charlie held up the dinosaur, waving its clawed foot at Harvey through the screen. “I haven’t been away from her for so long since…well, never, I guess.” 

It was one of the first things their father had bought for her when she moved in with them and for those first few years, she took it with her just about everywhere. The dinosaur still shared her bed over a decade later, and it had certainly been on her study abroad packing list. It probably would have made it into the suitcase had Charlie not waited until the very last minute to pack. 

Harvey had prompted her to start packing more times than he could count starting close to a month ago. Neither of them had been aware that her delaying probably had a deeper meaning. Neither of them had realized that her delay was the only bit of resistance she showed about the situation. 

Because neither Specter had been willing to talk about the fact that they were both feeling a little hesitant about her going away for the semester.

Charlie had realized the dinosaur was missing by the time she laid down for her first night in the new flat and she had sent off an email right away, practically begging for the creature to be sent at Harvey's earliest convenience. 

Charlie had expected it to take a week or more. They were an ocean away now and Charlie knew her brother and Donna were both busy. Digging through the disaster area Charlie knew she had left in her bedroom to find the stuffed creature wouldn’t likely be at the top of his priorities…Nor would be packing it up and making a stop somewhere to ship it off…

But even so, it had arrived in less than two days. Charlie didn’t even want to think how much that had cost to make that happen

Harvey smiled as Charlie idly fussed with the dinosaur, barely aware of his studying her on the other side of the screen. 

“Or maybe Donna’s the one who I should thank...?” Charlie mused as she remembered the accompanying card she’d found in the package with, ‘Call your brother when you get this, Little Chick,’ written out in Donna’s neat handwriting. “Is she there?” 

Harvey shook his head. Donna had left just a few minutes before Charlie’s video call came through. 

“Oh,” Charlie answered. “Why are you still there?” She knew they usually left around the same time, and it was past one in the morning already.

Harvey shrugged. He had been about to leave, every part of him desperate to crawl into bed for a few hours before they would be at it again, but his sister’s call had been more compelling than the call to sleep. And he didn’t feel like getting into the work stuff. The idea of bringing it into their conversation was enough to leech what little energy he had left. Charlie read that well enough and didn’t press him further.

“Who's idea was the snacks?” she asked, digging through the box filled with some of her very favorites. 

“Joint effort,” Harvey answered. 

“Let me guess. Mike?” she continued with a snort, holding up the package of blue pens and highlighters taped to a notebook with a blue cover. 

Harvey nodded with a fond smile. Mike had insisted on adding the collection of blue items to the box along with one of Louis’s beloved bran bars, stolen from the staff kitchen. 

“Well, thank you,” she continued, vaguely distracted with digging through the rest of the items. She pulled out a planner, recognizing it as the generic one the firm gave out to any employees who wanted them. 

“Really?” she asked with an eye roll, holding it up to the screen. "You spoil me, Harvey."

“Just a little piece of home,” Harvey answered with a smirk, waiting for her to notice the little tab sticking out of the side, and watching as she thumbed through it to get to the marked page. Then the shock registered on her face, her squeal of happiness coming out with little regard for her sleeping roommates.

“Are you serious?” she asked. “You and Donna are coming to visit? In two weeks?” 

Harvey nodded. It was soon, far sooner than they had planned. They had made vague arrangements for him to come visit Charlie in London later in the semester, but only a few days after her departure, Donna had moved his schedule around and booked tickets. When she’d told him, Harvey hadn’t argued, just asking if she wanted to book a flight for herself, too. 

Charlie smirked. “Visiting already? Must be pretty boring without me there...I guess you must really miss me something awful?” 

"Me?" Harvey scoffed. “Miss having my annoying little sister driving me up a wall all the time? Not a chance, kid. But Donna and I discussed it and we wouldn’t want to deprive you of my presence for too long. I hear if you spend too much time away from me, you start becoming a lame ass punk. I mean, look at what’s happened to Marcus.” 

"Right." Charlie rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “We wouldn’t want that.” 

“It would be a shame after all the work I’ve put into making sure you’re passably cool. You’re a reflection of me, you know? Even when you're in another country.” 

Harvey gave her a fond smile as he said it, and Charlie mirrored the gesture. 

"Naturally," she offered. "I should probably let you go. I’ve got class at 8…and I think you should get some sleep.” 

“Alright.” Harvey nodded. “If you forgot anything else, just let us know.”

“Okay.” Charlie was hugging Tracy in her lap again, barely aware she was doing it. “And...I love you, Harvey.” 

Harvey let the words fill him, a warmth settling in his chest that had been distinctly absent since he left his sister waiting in the line at airport security. 

“I love you, too, kid. See you in two weeks.” 

Charlie smiled and lifted the dinosaur’s paw then, waving at the screen for a moment before she ended the call. The image of Charlie and Tracy remained frozen there for a moment on Harvey’s laptop, and Harvey swallowed the lump in his throat, hoping the next two weeks would fly by.

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[parkersbliss]

Hi I request a five x reader were the reader has a mix of black canary’s powers and Wanda maximoff powers love you

i love this character with all my heart now and I love you for requesting this <3333

Good Use | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x reader

wc; 1K

warnings: violence? hate love relationship lmao, sexual innuendo

synopsis: five is just so incredibly insufferable all. the. damn. time.

a/n: I refuse to believe any relationship with five isn’t like this; five is “aged up” in like 16ish cause 13 is weird 👍

requests: CLOSED

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“The kid wants coffee, black,” Five said with a smug smirk.

You roll your eyes as Five soaks in his pride.

“And you?” The lady asks.

You wave her off. “I’m okay, thanks.”

She just nods, turning to the man beside Five. “Cute kids.”

Five smiles, and you elbow his side when her eyes widen and she backs off. “Cut it out with the smiling. It’s creepy.”

“You think me smiling is creepy?” Five deadpans.

“Terrifying.”

It’s Five’s turn to roll his eyes before he stares down at the counter. “I don’t remember this place being such a shithole. I used to come here as a kid. Used to sneak out with my brothers and sister and eat donuts till we puked. Simpler times, huh?”

You want to smack him upside the head. He looks sixteen for god sake.

The man hesitates with an answer. “I suppose.”

The lady comes back, her name tag reading Agnes, and hands the coffee to Five and the pastry to the man.

“I got his,” The man offers, paying Agnes.

Five blinked in surprise. “Thanks.” His eyes drift towards the man's shirt, “You must know your way around the city.”

The man chuckles. “Hope so. I’ve been driving this for twenty years.”

“Good. I need an address.”

You raise your eyebrows in suspicion before grabbing Five’s coffee and drinking some of it for yourself. The hot liquid runs down your throat, bitter. You can feel Five’s glare at you, but you only shrug before setting the cup down.

The man gives Five the address he was looking for before walking out.

Five takes back his coffee, staring into it and taking another sip.

“Did you want more?” He offers.

“What?” You asked. “Did you poison it in the five seconds you’ve had it?”

Five just scoffs. “You probably poisoned it first.”

“Oh, please,” You sigh. “If I wanted to kill you — and I do — that’s hardly how I’d do it.”

“Let me guess,” Five hums. “You’d slam me up against the wall without even moving a hand.”

You grin. “One of many different ways.”

“I’m starting to see how this whole smile thing is creepy.”

You open your mouth to reply when the door to the shop opens. You and Five remain still as he looks to the bell for the reflection.

“Get ready,” He whispers under his breath.

Four gunmen approach the two of you, the barrels all pointed at your heads.

“Hmm, that was fast. Thought I had more time before they found us,” Five said, facing you.

“Okay, so let’s all be professional about this, yeah?” One of them speaks up. The one on Five’s side. “Both of you, on your feet and come with us. They want to talk.”

“I’ve got nothing to say," Five said as you asked.

“Why don’t you deliver a message for us?”

“It doesn’t have to go this way. Think I want to shoot two kids? Go home with that on my conscience?” He replies.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry about that,” You said absentmindedly, finishing off Five’s coffee, earning a kick from under the table that has you biting your lip.

“You won’t be going home,” Five finishes for you. He grabs a butter knife, disappears into thin air, and reappears by the gunman closest to him, stabbing him in the neck.

The gunman next to you is about to pull his trigger, and you just tilt your head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

You blink, sending him flying across the room.

“Hey, assholes!” Five calls out, following with a whoosh.

You take that as your cue and crack your neck as gunfire explodes. A ball of energy forms in your hands, and you send it directly at the person to your right before propelling yourself up and grabbing their head, dropping to the ground, and hearing a sickening crack. More bullets fire your way, and you easily block them and send them elsewhere. Out of the corner of your eye, Five salutes behind a glass window and vanishes.

He reappears inside, grabbing the leg of a broken chair and piercing a man as your eyes glow red and you throw another man over the counter and into the donuts. One of the gunmen grabs Five, and you easily deflect a ball of energy his way, and he falls on the table. Five, undoes his tie and wraps it around their neck, yanking hard.

Two more guys come in, and Five shouts at you over the chaos.

“Hey, (Y/N), wanna make some noise?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, kneeing the guy in front of you and slamming him down on the table.

“Preferably now!” Five shouts, ducking.

“Cover your ears,” You said.

You open your mouth just as Five vanishes. You scream, watching in slow motion as the last of the men fall to the ground. Blood pools from their ears and noses, all the glass in the room shattering.

Five reappears next to you with a smirk. “Putting that mouth to use, huh?”

In one quick motion, you thrust out your hand, and he’s pinned to the wall. He coughs, clawing at nothing as you cross your arms in front of him.

“You are absolutely insufferable,” You seethe.

Five kicks his legs out, choking out a few words. “Same goes for you.”

You wait a few more seconds before releasing your hold, and he falls to the ground, gasping in breaths.

“Next time, I’ll blow your mind,” You whisper down next to him. “I’ll show you putting my mouth to good use.”

Someone groans next to you, and in a few seconds, your boot finds home on their neck after crushing it.

You grab the tie left after Five’s attack, returning in front of him.

Five, now on his feet, raises a questioning eyebrow, and you don’t say anything, just fix it back around him.

He smirks as you step back. “Putting those hands to good use, huh?”

“Shut up.”

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five hargreaves x reader #umbrella academy five #tua five x reader #tua x reader #tua #tua fic #tua five #five x you #five x y/n #the unbrella academy #the umbrella academy season 2 #aidan gallagher #five headcanons

[suppose-i-was-worm]

Sheets on the Tables and Chairs

**I didn't want to make this a series but then I had ideas, so. Here goes! First person to guess where the titles are coming from gets a free prompt fill.**

The zeta-beam activated, and Alfred watched as Signal came through, taking off his helmet as he entered the cave.

“Hey, Alf- B is bringing guests with him.”

“Thank you, master Duke. Adults or adolescents?”

“Adults, a man and a woman. They’re probably staying.”

“I will have rooms made up.”

Duke shuffled his feet a little.

“Probably staying longer than a night.”

Alfred nodded, putting down his finished work to begin making his way up the cave stairs.

“Thank you for the information, master Duke.”

Nodding, Duke headed to the showers, and Alfred continued to the stairs.

The zeta-beam activated again, and then twice more. Assuming it was the rest of the clan, Alfred paused at the base of the stairs.

“Welcome home.”

Bruce’s voice cut through the chirping of the bats high above. A good butler would never sigh out loud, but Alfred definitely did in his heart. He loved his master, the closest thing he would ever have to a son, but he would bet his entire career that the newcomers had black hair and blue eyes.

He missed Daniel too, but that didn’t mean he went around collecting similar looking children.

“It becomes harder to legally adopt people the older they are, Master Bruce.”

Alfred turned to greet their guests, only to stop still and stare. As a rule, Alfred did not stare. It was impolite. But how- how could he not, in this situation?

“Why would I need to adopt my own brother, Alfred?”

Standing there, standing shoulder to shoulder with Bruce, was Daniel Wayne. The man had Thomas’ chin- both of the Wayne boys did, it was a dominant trait, but other than that, he was Martha all over.

A slight form- not weak, but with lithe grace, dark brown hair that was almost black, and blue eyes that burned on either side of an aquiline nose.

Next to him stood a young woman, with the same quirk of her lips that Thomas had- the same shaped hands.

“My god.”

The cave went completely silent, other than the bats going about their days. All of the children had stopped still at Alfred’s words, and even Bruce looked a little stunned.

“You must be Alfred.”

Daniel- for it must be Daniel, who else? Stepped forward, holding out a callused hand.

“Sorry it took me so long to come back to you.”

Alfred allowed himself a moment of weakness and reached up to cup Daniel’s face instead of shaking his hand.

“My dear boy- dear boy.”

Daniel smiled and covered Alfred’s hands with his own, and Alfred felt something settle in him that had been broken since he’d helplessly watched a toddler fall through a strange portal. Daniel’s hands were warm, and Alfred could faintly feel his pulse through his own gloves.

“Welcome home, Daniel.”

“Thank you, Alfred. I’d like you to meet my sister- Well, both of them, eventually, but Danielle for now.”

Alfred stepped back, and they both turned to the young woman, who was smiling a little sadly. She waved, and Alfred held his hands out to her.

“Dear girl, thank you for taking care of him- and yourself as well.”

She took his hands, and hers were as warm as Daniel’s.

“Does it bother you that I’m his clone?”

“Dani!”

Daniel sounded scandalized, but Alfred just shook his head.

“Not at all, my dear. That just means I have more family to love.”

Her smile became infinitely less sad.

~~~

“I think we should buy flowers for Danny’s grave.”

The entire room of batsiblings looked up at Dick from their various evening pursuits. The three (three!) Wayne siblings and Alfred had gone to pay their respects to Martha and Thomas (and Danny, somehow?).

“Why do you think it matters?”

“It’s a nice thing to do?”

Tim and Damian both scoffed at the same time, in exactly the same way, and then they glared at each other.

Cass raised her hand.

“Yes, Cass?”

Everyone looked over to Cass, who signed ‘good idea’ before turning her attention back to her book.

“I agree.”

Dick startled and whipped his head around to look at Jason, standing in the doorway.

“Jason?”

“I- I think it would be a kind gesture, is all.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at Jason, and then cocked his head to the side.

“Does this have something to do with him teaching you about being dead?”

Jason flushed bright red.

“I- I don’t know. Shut up.”

Tim stood up and put his computer to the side, holding out his hand for Steph, who was lounging on the floor.

“Well, if Cass says it’s a good idea, I’ll run with it. Do we want to get the flowers now, or?”

“Might be a little weird if we’re all gone when they get back inside.”

Duke was sprawled out on the other couch, comment almost muffled by the cushions.

“That’s true,” Dick scratched his head, wondering about the best way to get flowers quickly.

Tim brushed past him and headed out towards the main foyer.

“Don’t worry, Dick, I texted DoorDart.”

Dick followed his little brother, knowing by experience that the rest of the siblings would come behind.

“You can get flowers on DoorDart?”

There was a knock on the front door, and Dick saw Tim’s mischievous grin.

“If it’s really your superpowered boyfriend you can.”

Dick darted forward and swung the door open to see Connor Kent standing on the stoop, carrying two massive bouquets. He smiled sheepishly at Dick, and then thrust both bundles of flowers into his arms.

“Hi Dick, hi Tim! Here’s what you asked for. Wish I could stay, but I have to go help Ma at the farm.”

Tim darted around Dick and shared a quick kiss with Superboy before the kryptonian lifted off into the air.

~~~

Bruce held tight to both Danny and Dani’s hands as they made their way back into the manor. Seeing Danny’s grave had obviously been emotional for both of them, and introducing his younger siblings to his parents graves had been emotional for him. Alfred had headed inside before them, claiming that he had to start on dinner.

Bruce was pretty sure he was just making sure the kids hadn’t managed to burn down the building from the inside.

As they approached the path to the manor, Danny spoke up.

“Dani and I- we can’t stay for long.”

Reflexively, Bruce tightened his grip on both of the hands in his, and then loosened it, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks.

Danny laughed lightly.

“It would be nice to, but we have responsibilities. Ghost King isn’t just a title.”

“We can visit, though,” Dani piped in. “Now that we know there’s family here. Jazz will want to meet you.”

“You won’t leave yet, though, will you?”

Bruce couldn’t help the pleading tone in his voice. He finally had his brother back!

“I’m sure we could stay for dinner.”

#dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #dp x batman #danny phantom #tim drake #bruce wayne #ghost king danny

[briarpotter]

Prompt 4:Godfather

@hinnymicrofic

The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the living room of Grimmauld Place as Harry and Ginny sat on the worn sofa, contemplating a momentous decision. They exchanged glances, and a silent understanding passed between them. It was time to choose a godfather for their newborn son, James.

Ginny took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting both love and trust. "Harry, there's someone I'd like to ask..."

Harry nodded, anticipation building in his chest. "Who do you have in mind?"

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation, and Ron entered, looking eager. "Hey, you two. What's up?"

Ginny smiled warmly, patting the space next to her. "Ron, there's something we'd like to discuss with you."

Curiosity etched across his face, Ron took a seat, glancing between Harry and Ginny. The room seemed to hold its breath as Harry spoke.

"We were wondering if you'd do us the honor of being James's godfather."

Ron's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and joy crossing his features. "Me? Really?"

Ginny nodded, her expression earnest. "Yes, really. You're my big brother and you're Harry's best mate. I can't think of anyone better."

Harry added, "Neither can I. We trust you."

Ron's face broke into a wide grin, and he looked genuinely touched. "I'd be honored. Of course, I'll do it!"

"Thank you!" Ginny squealed. "I was worried you wouldn't accept!"

"We'd also love it if Hermione was godmother. She's the closest thing I've got to a sister, and I'm sure Ginny feels the same." Harry said.

"I'll make sure to tell her. I promise." Ron assured them.

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[jjkeverlast]

congratulations ugh!!💖💖💖

for the request: I'd like it if you can write a drabble with the dialogue (it's from the list of prompts u mentioned : angst, as I'm a sucker for it 🙂)

“You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.”

any member from the hyung line ;)

pure galaxies | ksj

-> pairing seokjin x f.reader

-> genre best friends brother!au, cabin trip!au, secret relationship, angst angst angst

-> summary taehyung wasn't supposed to find out on your annual cabin trip, that you were hopelessly in love with seokjin, someone who's in the zone of 'do-not-date.'

-> word count 586

-> warnings age gap!! (reader is a few years younger) | taehyung is close to fighting jin | no happy ending (lmfao i'm cruel)

-> author's note ahhh baby thank you for requesting, I'M SO LATE I KNOW. but yeah, here it is. short and heavy because why not hahahah

prompt is marked in bold and i do not have taglists to requests! thank you <3

You were certain that Taehyung wouldn't find you here, which is why you had agreed with Seokjin to take a stroll in the near forest besides the cabin, to have some time for yourselves.

Dating in secret was hard, but with Seokjin it just happened. Naturally. As if it was always supposed to happen between you two, despite Taehyung making it clear that his best friend was off limits. Not only did it create such a strained tension between the three of you, but it involved secrets and the guilt was starting to surpass the surface.

And sooner or later, Taehyung was bound to find out his little sister was seeing his best friend. Secrets can't be held forever, you just weren't expecting for it to happen on this trip.

The pain in Taehyung's voice is evident, cutting right through you.

"How the fuck could you?! That's my little sister." Taehyung pulls Seokjin by the collar towards him, rage seeking through his eyes as he stared him down.

"Taehyung..." Seokjin's voice is laced with guilt, letting Taehyung scream at him while you're stuck in your place.

"No! You promised me, Jin. You fucking promised." He lashes out, letting go of Seokjin's collar, making him stumble slightly.

The worst is that Taehyung doesn't even seem mad, he's disappointed. You're aware of how bad the situation is, after all the two closest people beside him, lied to him, betrayed him for months.

“Listen, Taehyung, it just happened. I fell in love with her, you can’t change that. I’m sorry. I know I hurt you, disappointed and betrayed you but please, you have to understand that it just happened.” Seokjin explains, moving towards you as he can sense how much pain you’re starting to gain the longer you stand. 

“Fuck you. I’m leaving. Y/N, come on.” Taehyung grabs your wrist with zero warning, beginning to pull you back to the entrance of the cabin. 

“Taehyung, what are you doing?” 

“If you both want me to someday forgive you for this, you’ll stop this immediately. Jin, if I see you near my sister, I won’t apologize for what I’ll do.” It’s a clear threat, and you wish there was a way out, that everything had sorted out differently but it doesn’t seem to be going this way. 

“No. Absolutely not.” Jin grabs your waist, making Taehyung turn. 

“What?” 

“I said no, Taehyung. You can cut me, bruise me, and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.’’ He’s persistent, something you always found yourself swoon over. Seokjin had a lot of bravery, which showed when it was needed but now? You’re not sure it’s the right thing to say or do. 

“Jin, it’s okay.” You finally have the courage to speak. 

“W-what?” Jin hadn’t expected such an answer from you, not after everything you’ve been through. 

“It’s better this way… We should stop.” Every word is a lie, you just can’t lose Taehyung. You have to sacrifice someone, or else this whole situation will turn upside down and you’ll lose both of them. 

“Y/N… you can’t.” Seokjin’s eyes begin to glisten, tears prickling at the edges and you decide to look down on the golden leaves, knowing it’ll break your heart even more seeing him like this. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Taehyung receives your signal, returning to his tugging on your wrist, but this time there’s no one stopping you. Seokjin is standing where he is, watching you leave him. 

The only remaining thing left are memories. 

© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

#bts seokjin #seokjin angst #jin #bts jin #jin fic #jin angst #jin fanfic #bts fanfic #bts fan fiction #bts fic #jin bts #jin x reader

[queers-gambit]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU FELLOW VIRGO!!! 💜💜🥳🥳 I’m so glad you’re here and staying strong and positive! Hope you could/ can celebrate with all your loved ones and have a great time!!!!!!!!!!! 💜

And may I ask for the prompt "you have to talk to me - I can't read your mind!" (91.) with Tommy Shelby? 🥺💜 That’s all I need 🥺

virgo babies!!! how grateful i am that YOU are here, too, my sweet!!! love you tremendously!!! thank you so very much!!!

i hope this tickles your pickle 🖤

Coming Home

prompt 91: "you have to talk to me - i can't read your mind!"

pairing: Tommy Shelby x female!reader fandom masterlist: Peaky Blinders word count: 2k+ words warnings: explicit language

They used to be a significant staple in Small Heath; where Tommy Shelby prowled, usually, his pretty woman was hung off his arm with a menacing glare of her own. Not dissimilar to a guard dog, it was rare to see one without the other; and often, at the dinner table, patrons of the neighborhood took silent bets on when the middle Shelby boy would pop the question.

Sure, they were young; but love never shone brighter than when radiated from those two. Tommy was rightfully obsessed, and she was head-over-heels for the second eldest Shelby son. Everything he said, or did, resonated with her; stuck to her soul; filled her with love and light.

She was an only child, but with Greta being her closest friend, it was like she suddenly had a sister. And being as Tommy had loved her since they were children, he didn't mind spending his time with the love of his life and her dying friend. It was calm when together.

However, when Greta lost the good fight, Tommy's woman wasn't the same; despair and grief has a way of reconstructing a person. She became harsher, cold like the winter snow; and unpredictable, as if testing the bounds of life, similar to that of a raging thunderstorm. Tommy hated watching his lover waste away from grief, and always did what he thought would help; despite her reverence and distance she created between them.

He didn't give up... Until the war, and he was forced to leave her.

Telling her that he had to leave was the hardest thing Tommy's ever done in his life. It was only a few months after Greta passed, and she was beside herself with grief over the idea of losing her lover, too. She needed Tommy around due to her fear of being alone, but now he was to leave her, too - and she had no honest idea what to do.

"Please, don't go," she begged, holding the lapels of his uniform jacket as a last-ditch effort. The train's whistle sounded behind them, the platform still crowded and noisy. "Tom - my love - please. Jus' run away wit' me. Jus' come away wit' me, please... Don't leave me."

Her Irish accent was slurred with emotion, making Tommy's stony heart sink to his stomach. "You know I can't, sweetheart," he murmured, petting a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'll miss you more than life, doll, wait - please, don't cry. Know I hate seein' yah cry."

"Then don't leave me," she whispered back; eyes and cheeks soaking from the tears she had tried in vain to keep at bay.

"I will come back to you," he promised. "We'll be okay."

He kissed her deeply, passionately; letting Polly hand her baby Finn to hug Tommy goodbye, before the men were swept away by the crowds loading onto the train.

But it was the first lie Tommy told her. While he did come home, he wasn't the same - no man ever was who came back from war. He was cold, distant, rude, detached, and aloof to all things - save for his business.

In the meantime, she had helped Aunt Polly not just keep the Shelby business afloat, but thriving; beginning expansion processes, and ironing out details for future developments when the men returned. Everything in Small Heath changed - again. Men returned and took their old jobs, leaving the once-independent women to be pushed to the sidelines; only, Polly refused to bow out quietly.

With the return of all three Shelby brothers, life was supposed to go back to 'normal', but everyone in Small Heath walked on eggshells when they noted the absence of her on Tom's arm. The distance between the two created tension that the entire town - and Tom's business partners - all felt.

And then... The other woman moved to town.

Grace was a beautiful, blonde, well-put-together woman who had stolen Tommy's eye the moment she breezed into her new job at the Garrison pub. And Tom's girl was forced to watch the pair glide around one another like a pair of courting swans, all delicate when she had endured his hardening edges from before. It wasn't fair. It fucking hurt to watch the two slowly grow closer together; strengthening their trust and desire in one another.

Small Heath was sure to burn when Tom's girl caught sight of them.

Yet, when Tommy was dancing around Grace, he kept an eye on his woman. He noted the way she had retreated into herself and often avoided all of the Blinders, yet couldn't walk away from her in-full. He knew he never could move on from her, and while Grace was a nice distraction, his woman was all Tommy knew and all he wanted.

When he came home and saw her on the train's platform, he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and never let go. Yet she just held an older-Finn's hand as the three men disembarked their train, letting the little boy rush forward to greet his big brothers. When Tommy looked up, she had disappeared; and he didn't know until later, that Finn only ever knew about Arthur, Tommy, and John because of the way she kept them all alive with conversation and stories. Finn was far too young to remember them when they first left for war, and Tom's heart lightened at the idea of his woman telling Finn bedtime stories of them all.

For weeks, the isolation continued, and Tommy hated how he decided to cope. Smoking opium seemed the only remedy for Tom's overactive mind; yet, one night, he found himself wondering the dark, damp, cold brick streets of Birmingham. With about 4 or 5 glasses of whiskey under his belt, Tom had skipped the pipe, and chose to wonder around with a half-drank bottle of whiskey held in a loose fist.

His feet lead him to her old family home, and up to her front door; his heart forcing his hand to raise and pound against the wood. The bottle sloshed as he took another unsteady pull of alcohol, setting the bottle aside to a stone step to let him time to adjust his suit jacket and vest. He wanted to look presentable - to show her that he hadn't changed as much as she thought.

When she opened the dark wood that separated them, he only caught a glimpse of half her face before she was adverting her gaze and keeping the door between them, as if a shield. Tommy breathed her name, wanting to reach out and feel her flesh, but only felt confusion when she answered, "What do you need, Mr. Shelby? It's barely acceptable to visit a lady at this hour."

"'Mr. Shelby'?" He repeated with distain, rolling his eyes slightly as he readjusted his position in discomfort. "Since when have you called me anything other than Tommy? Hey, sweetheart?"

"Since everything changed."

"What's changed, love, hmm? 'M still here."

She scoffed, "Everything's changed, Shelby. Now, please - "

"Doesn't have to be different," he shrugged some, cutting her off. "Can try to go back - to how we were. Before..."

"Why? Why go back? There's nothing left, Tommy."

"Hey? What're yeh on about?"

Her sigh was heard from behind the door, "Jus' get on, Tom. 'S late. Don't need anyone seein' yah here, at this hour, then report it back t'yer woman. Go on, get gone."

Tommy's foot shoved between the door and frame, preventing her from shutting it in full. "What're yah on about? I have no woman - not since you decided we weren't worth anything."

"Me!?" she snarled, hand tightening to a white-knuckle grip on the dark wooden door. "Yer the one who left!"

"I had to fight - "

"'Had'!?" His woman raged, ripping the door open to glare at him in full. "Yeh had t'fight, is it? Yeh had t'leave me? Hey? I didn't do this t'us, I needed yah - an' yeh left!"

"I was needed - "

"No! They didn't need yah - but I surely did! Hey? One man made a big ol' difference, did he?" She snarled, pain dripping off every syllable. "One man made a difference in that whole bloody war?"

"Maybe I did," Tommy sneered. "Maybe I did make a difference - "

"Then why're yeh botherin' me now!? Hey!? Fuck are yeh doin' here, Thomas?"

"Because you have to talk to me - I can't read your mind! I want to know what's goin' on with yah - why you're so far from me!"

It made her pause, almost shrinking away from his glare and heavy panting. "Fuck are yeh on about?" She asked quietly. "'M right here..."

"No, you're not. Since I've come home," Tommy panted, head shaking minimally, "you've avoided me like the plague, and I need to know why. Why're you avoiding me? We used to be... So much more, doll, why're you against me now?"

"'M not against yeh, Tommy..."

"No? Then what're yah?"

She sighed, leaning on the inside of the doorframe to meekly meet his blazing gaze, "'M not who yeh want anymore, an' I know tha'... I jus' never wanted t'admit it. Means I'd have ta let yah go... 'M not ready ta."

Tommy's head shook again, "You would think so little of me? That I'd fall for any woman with a pretty smile, when I had you? That I'd want any woman - when I had you?"

The woman shifted on her feet shyly, glancing to her feet, and asking in a whisper, "'Had' me? 'M not yers anymore, am I?"

Tommy frowned and decided - fuck it - before stepping up to cross her home's threshold. Tom's hands reached for her cheeks after slamming the door shut behind him, crowding her back into the wall of her foyer.

"Tommy," she whispered, hand held to his stomach to try and keep distance between them. But he pressed forward, still.

"Listen to me," he stole every lucid thought from her mind as he cupped both of her cheeks, "you are everything to me. Hey? You hear me? Everything. No matter how much time has passed, no matter how you might feel - you are everything to me, doll. Hey? Hear me?"

"An' wha' of Grace - "

"Grace? Grace?" he repeated with distain, "Fuck Grace. You're all I need, you hear me? You've been there from the beginning, and I need you with me now. No more runnin' from me."

"No more runnin'," she repeated.

"No more avoiding."

She nodded with tears swelling in her eyes, "No more avoidin', aye, love, yeah. No more secrets..."

"No more secrets," he agreed. "No more mind readin', hey? You come t'me from now on, I can't help if I don't know. Don't push me away."

"Not anymore," she nodded, pressing closer to him as she flattened her palms to his chest and caressed gently. "An' Tommy?"

"Yes, love?"

"No more Grace."

His lips slowly pulled into a grin, "Aye, my love, no more Grace. So long as you don't shut me out - never again. You always have a place in my life, poppet. Always have a place at my side."

She nodded, "'M sorry. S-She died, an' yeh left, tha' I just didn't know wha' t'do wit' meself."

"Don't," he breathed, reaching up to push a lock of hair from her face. "Don't apologize to me, you've done nothing wrong, my girl. I'm the one who's sorry. I should've come home sooner. But I'm here now."

"Hey?" She asked in a whisper.

His fingers gently pet over the skin of her cheek. "You," he nodded, "you're home to me - and when we left France, I didn't come home. Not really... Not until now," he glanced down to confirm she was in his arms. "Now - here, with you - I'm home."

"Yeah? Yer back?" she asked through her emotion.

"'M back, sweetheart. Not leavin' you again."

It made her beam at him through her tears, nodding with a whisper, "Welcome home, then, Mr. Shelby."

He smirked, holding her cheek still as he leaned in to press a long-overdue kiss to her waiting lips; curing years worth of tension and unknown, her salty tears mingling between their lips and tongues. He was home - finally - and had no intention of leaving again; not when he knew life without her, deciding then and there, he'd never make either of them go without the other again.

requesting rules and masterlist

Peaky Blinders masterlist

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby drabble #tommy shelby one shot #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x fem!reader

[tessa-liam]

Book: TRF AU 

Summary: It’s a “Guy’s Weekend” at Drake’s cabin. Poker, drinking, BBQ feast, and no women allowed with a game of “Would You Rather.”  It is close to Halloween...what will ensue?! 

Main Pairing: Liam x MC Riley Brooks-Rys (Liri) 

All characters belong to Pixelberry  

A/N1: This is my submission for the CFSW Naughty or nice prompt: “You ordered takeout from my favorite restaurant?” @choicesficwriterscreations 

A/N2: In this AU, there is no Via Imperii, but Lena is found by Leo in Monterisso  after he moves there, and she is reunited with her Liam soon after. 

A/N3: This is my very first published story! Please be kind! “Thank You” to @txemrn for the ask/prompt, @bebepac for pre-reading, @peonierose for the picture prompt and @phoenixrising0308 for helping me navigate Tumblr. 

Rating: M, drinking, adult conversation 

Word Count: 1278 

King Liam Rys, lounging at the lakeside with his closest friends, was enjoying a lazy Saturday afternoon at Drake’s cabin forest retreat after completing an 18-hole golf game in Applewood. Savoury BBQ ribs with later plans for a poker tournament was the plan for the night. While enjoying the guys’ weekend, his queen was attending festivities in Ramsford, making speeches and appearances with Princess Eleanor.  

Ellie was excited that she was having a playdate and sleepover with Bartie, with Auntie Savannah and Uncle Bertrand for the evening. When the SUV stopped in front of the Ramsford estate, she gave her mom a hug and kiss and ran towards the front door with her personal guard quickly following. 

Bartie opened the door just as Ellie got there and they both rushed past Savannah. Riley started to tear up watching her daughter, asking herself why she was suddenly feeling emotional. She has her suspicions, smiling as she started to plan how she would surprise her husband with the news. Starting to feel hungry, Riley picked up her phone and placed a dinner order with their favorite restaurant. Yes, another sign...she silently chuckled to herself. 

At the palace later that evening, Riley awoke from a nap by her cell phone ringing. When she saw Liam was calling, she sat up quickly instantly regretting her quick response. 

“Hi Liam!” 

“Hello, my love, how are things, my queen?”  

“I am tired...I was napping for a bit when I got home from the festival.”  She did not mention that she started to also feel nauseous and dizzy. She chose not to disclose that to him...not yet. They were planning to give Ellie a little brother or sister, and she was pleasantly surprised that she may be pregnant so quickly. 

Liam playfully teased her, “did you eat too many sweets at the luncheon or have too much apple wine at the orchard festival? Hmmmm???” 

“Haha Liam....no, I stuck to sparkling cider!” 

“Well, I think you should spoil yourself tonight with takeout, a good movie and stay in bed.” 

“Way ahead of you...my extra cheese supreme pizza will be delivered in about 30 minutes.” 

“You ordered takeout from my favorite restaurant?” 

“Of course, I wish you were here to join me, with Ellie away on a sleepover it’s so quiet here.” 

“My love, don’t tempt me...” Liam, Drake, Maxwell, Rashad, and Leo had the weekend planned since last May before Leo moved to Monterisso. “I will be home late tonight.” 

Liam felt a pillow hit his head, Drake mischievously grinning at him. 

“OK Romeo, it’s poker time,” passing Liam a tumbler of scotch and a cigar. 

“I gotta go Riley, I love you.” 

“I love you too Liam, have fun.” 

Maxwell bounded into the room, “OK men!!! It’s time for ‘Would You Rather’!” 

“Maxwell, just sit down and finish the poker game!” Drake be-moans. 

Drake, along with Leo and Rashad were sitting around the table waiting for Liam and Maxwell to join them. 

“We can play both! I already picked 5 questions for us to draw from.” 

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind a round or two” Rashad grinned. 

“Ok, but I get to start off by challenging my little bro” Leo announces. 

“....Max, bring that bottle of whiskey and some glasses before you sit down,” Drake sighs. 

Liam joins the group and sets down the bowl with the game questions. Leo sits up quickly and mixes up the contents and draws one of the papers. 

“Ok Liam, would you rather... confess to cheating on your partner or catch your partner cheating 0n you?”  When Leo starts laughing, Liam shoots him a ‘side eye’ and says confidently, “no to both! Why would I ever want to cheat on Riley? To think that Riley would ever betray me...would destroy me.” 

Leo pipes up, “soooo, then you would rather confess to cheating? You must pick one.” 

“Yeah...I guess so.” Liam shrugs and shakes his head picking the next question from the bowl. 

“Your turn Leo, would you rather be gassy on a first date or your wedding night? Speaking from experience, it will happen on both!”  Liam laughs along with the others, including Leo. 

Smiling widely, Leo says “obviously...the wedding night! The wife would already be committed to me by the marriage vows. Rashad snorts and evilly cackles, “I am sure Madeleine would appreciate it!” 

Leo rolls his eyes, “that’s ancient history my friend; here is a picture of my lady.” Leo proudly holds his phone showing a picture of a busty brunette in a bikini. 

“Ok, I’m next!” Maxwell selects a question for Rashad. “Would you rather know when you are going to die or how you are going to die? 

“That is an easy one! I want to know when. There is no way I want to know how! 

“So, let’s say you were told you would die tonight? Wouldn’t you want to know how it happens so you could prevent it from happening?” Maxwell shudders... 

Drake scoffs, “What’s the point, Beaumont? You're going to die anyways, why torture yourself?  

“Okay smartass, let me pick your question,” Rashad announces. “Go right ahead, I am done!” 

Drake stands up, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and walks out the door.  

“He needs to get laid!” Leo laughs.  

The remaining four re-start the poker game as they wait for Drake to return. An hour passes, and they are still waiting. 

“I think it's time to get Drake back in here,” Liam steps outside, closing the door behind him. 

After 20 minutes go by, Liam returns into the cabin, Drake trailing behind him. 

 “So, what’s up Drake? I picked a question for you,” Rashad announces. 

“Let’s call it a night,” Liam shrugs. I will explain things later. 

******* 

On the drive back to the palace, Liam pulls out his phone to text his friends. 

“Drake asked me to convey his apologies for the abrupt end to our night. While he was outside the cabin, he found a note outside in his mailbox from his grandmother who passed last Christmas.” 

"He has always felt guilty that he never got the opportunity to say goodbye to her. That, along with the whiskey put him over the edge."

Liam sent the message off, noticing he had an unopened note from Riley. 

“Just in case you are bored at the party...here is a little something I picked up.” 

...and this picture 

Hurry home, My King

@txemrn @bebepac @ao719 @peonierose @phoenixrising0308

#the royal romance #trr liam x mc #october weekend retreat #cfsw naughty or nice #trf au

[bepp-ers]

Here I am again lol! I love your writing!

May I get yandere Lucifer (again) that hears about mc getting accidentally getting hurt by protecting diavolo (maybe getting a broken bone in the process) and Lucifer get angry at diavolo and protective of mc?

Thank you again and of course take your time!

Hiya! so good to see you again, absolutely LOVE your prompts. thanks for the request! my ask box is always open for all of you. love ya! <3

yandere! Lucifer being mad cos MC got hurt trying to protect Diavolo. just a little flick, cos why not?

Lucifer was not the Avatar of Wrath; that was Satan's forté.

However, in this moment, he felt nothing but unbridled rage towards Diavolo, his closest friend.

Why?

Because the so-called future king of the Devildom had allowed you, a mere human, to be injured.

The golden doors flew open as Lucifer stormed into the castle, flanked by his 6 concerned brothers.

He wanted an apology from Diavolo, and he wanted it now.

But what exactly lead to this outburst?

-

A conference. That's all it was.

You and Solomon had been invited ambassadors of the human world, to discuss relations with a nobledemon whom Diavolo knew.

Sadly, Solomon couldn't make it, so it was just yourself and the Prince.

But things had quickly turned ugly, as the demon had tried to use the opportunity to attack Diavolo.

You'd jumped in front of the Prince, as the demon lunged forwards, shielding him with yourself.

Naturally, the demon was yanked off you by Barbatos and taken to be treated accordingly, and you were left with a broken arm.

Diavolo, touched by your actions, had promised to repay your kindness any way you wanted.

You dismissed him, ensuring that his safety was more than enough for you. Which was true! You merely wanted Diavolo to be okay.

-

This may have been okay to you, but to Lucifer, it was akin to treachery.

He marched through the doors of the room you were in, and stood, blinded by rage.

"Lucifer."

"Diavolo."

"I had a feeling you'd turn up. I see you brought your brothers. No doubt they attempted to calm you, and failed."

"Enough of the chit chat, Diavolo. You know what I want."

Diavolo turned to where you were sat with Barbatos, having your arm wrapped in a splint.

Barbatos had been putting little stickers on it to try and make it look nicer for you, when Lucifer turned up.

Now he stood in front of you, ready to act if his master required.

"Barbatos. Escort MC to the brothers. Ensure their safety." He nodded and offered you a hand, which you took with confusion.

You stood outside the room, positively scrambled for an answer as to what was going on.

"So," Began Mammon, glancing around.

"Who's gonna tell 'em?"

They remained silent, glancing at you, before Satan cleared his throat.

"To put it bluntly, Lucifer's gone absolutely bonkers because he's too obsessed with MC to see reason."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"It's true!! Lucifer hasn't been this crazy since he first fell... ever since you came along, hon, he's been smitten!" Asmo continued, a sad pout across his features.

"Mm. He went mad when he found out you'd been hurt. Raced straight over here, all in a tizzy."

"Diavolo will get him to see how crazy he's being, right?" "Hopefully."

The information was like a blur, and you thought about how strange Lucifer always was around you.

'Obsessed? With me? Is it because I'm his sister's ancestor, or maybe...'

"So, MC, how are you feeling?" Barbatos questioned, and you just looked at him blankly.

"I thought as much. Rest assured, it will be fine. Lucifer will calm down. He cares for you a lot, almost to an unhealthy degree. But he will get over it, and everything will return back to normal. I assure you."

-

Meanwhile, Lucifer was in a blind rage.

He threw vases and chairs, tearing everything he could from its holder, causing as much damage as he could.

"You let this happen! You allowed them to be hurt! Why? Tell me, Diavolo- why?!"

He grabbed the future king by his collar, and shook him like a ragdoll.

"Lucifer, buddy, you're letting it happen again."

Lucifer blinked, and the rage in his eyes subsided for a moment. He looked at his clawed hands, looked at Diavolo, looked at the damage he'd caused, and dropped him at once.

"Diavolo...!" He gasped, sinking to his knees.

"There there, Luci."

Under any other circumstance, Lucifer would have been a dead man. However, being Diavolo's closest friend, Diavolo had seen this before.

His thoughts? He found it amusing, in a way. This behaviour was not uncommon for demons- but Lucifer always went to extremes.

"Oh god... what did I do??" "MC got hurt. You got mad. It happens. Still,"

Diavolo stood before Lucifer, tall and proud.

"You need to get this under control. I don't care if you have to take MC to your own damn corner of the Devildom- I'd arrange it myself, if you so wished. But sort this out, will you? The bill's gonna be even worse this time."

Lucifer stared down at his talons once more, images of your smaller form flashing through his mind as they always did, and he sighed.

"I will, Diavolo, don't you worry. I will protect them next time- I have to."

#<3 #bepp-ers #obey me #yandere #obey me! shall we date? #yandere obey me #yandere lucifer x reader #yandere lucifer #obey me lucifer #omswd #om!swd? #yandere om!swd? #yandere omswd #yandere x reader #om!swd? Lucifer #lucifer

[bbotan]

Headcanon/Ramble ask

Anything about the Swans/Fans I am begging /hj

it took me long enough to get to this .. my sincerest apologies waa

okay ! as reimbursement i will write for all of them , thank you for asking~

The fans headcanons !

starting off with ...

Alex and Ash

Alex and Ash are probably some of the closest siblings you'll ever meet, but that doesn't mean they don't have their fair share of sibling rivalry. They're twins, but Ash is more of a little brother to Alex and loves to torment him with that sort of dynamic [with love!!!]

Ash is sort of a fuckboy type of guy and posts thirst traps on social media but never really gets any kind of engagement on his posts, Alex will humiliate him by asking him in front of the rest of the fans if his latest post got any women in his DMs yet.

Alex also has her drivers license, but Ash doesn't [he's tried so many times and failed …], so she has to put up with him begging her to stop at McDonald's on the way home or to their next mission. If she feels like lovingly bullying Ash that day, she'll just order a coffee for herself and nothing for her brother.

But the worst [and most fatal] mistake you can make is hurting either one of them. Ash is very protective of his sister as Alex is of him, as much as they like being dicks to one another, they're really each others best friends in the whole wide world. Alex was catcalled once and Ash responded by beating the absolute shit out of the guy until he was an unrecognizable pulp. They also got Ash's burger king order wrong once so Alex yelled at the cashiers for him [EQUALITY]

Corey

Though she has the potential to be a pretty vicious killer, Corey is quiet most of the time and doesn't speak unless she's prompted to or she just really to get a word or two in. She'll go along quietly with the rest of the gang's plans, but that doesn't mean she's submissive or anything, she's actually quite capable of standing up for herself when the time comes.

Corey has heavy anxiety and depression that she keeps hidden because she doesn't want to be worried about, the fans were her first real group of friends which keeps her contemplating if she really wanted to be part of this or not.

She wishes she could get closer to Alex, mostly because she's the only other girl in the group and she admires the swan for being much more courageous than Corey could ever see herself being. Corey wishes she could become better friends with the rest of the fans in general.

She's a lone drinker rather than a typically social one, she'll tag along if asked specifically but outside of that she feels too embarrassed and self conscious to be seen in a vulnerable state like that.

Tony

Tony grew up in a military family and was taught in his youth that as a man, he shouldn't show his emotions at all unless it was anger or bravery. Without someone to properly support him, he ended up projecting his emotions onto everyone and tends to be quite stubborn in what he believes in. Everything has to be traditional. He has to be strong. If he doesn't die for his country than what more is he than a cowardly bastard?

He spent his childhood living on a military base so he was always quite isolated and never was able to make real friends if it weren't in things like football or other "masculine" activities. Ironically though, he was always really shy about talking to the girls he liked.

Beneath that hard, confident shell lies an emotional and caring man, but he doesn't feel like he has the means to truly express just how much he appreciates his friends.

He likes Corey but doesn't know how to approach her without scaring her off... So he just watches from a distance and hopes in silence that one day he'll get the confidence to talk to her.

Mark

Mark is one of the coolest people you could ever meet, if you ignore the obvious fact that he kills people. He's also a very non-judgmental person, so you can talk to him about almost anything without feeling like he's criticizing you secretly.

He's definitely the father/big brother figure of the group so a lot of the fans, even Corey at times, will go to him for advice. If he sees two of his friends fighting he'll peacefully break it up as well if he thinks it's possible, if not then he'll just mind his own business.

He smokes a lot of weed with Alex after missions, he tried [and failed] to get the others into it as a nice way to relax after committing mass murder but nobody else really accepts. Ash will tag along though occasionally.

thank you so much for the ask !! if anyone is interested , my inbox is still open for requests and i appreciate anything i get :]

#hotline miami #hotline miami 2 #hotline miami headcanons #hotline miami tony #hotline miami corey #alex hotline miami #corey hotline miami #the fans #mark hotline miami #headcanons

[spencer-reids-adventures]

prompt: spencer circumventing questions or outright lying about his mom to the team during season 1 before they meet her. I always assumed he must have told them something false based on morgan and hotch's reaction in the fisher king

“Spencer, what about you?”

The team is on the jet flying home, and everyone’s been chatting about their families and where they live and what they do. It’s obviously for Spencer’s benefit, since he’s the newest on the team and doesn’t really know them yet, and he appreciates that they’re trying to include him in the conversation. However–

Don’t ask me, he’s been silently thinking. Don’t ask me, don’t ask me, don’t ask me.

“Uh,” he says, stalling. “My family’s not that interesting, really.” He laughs nervously. “Not like yours, anyway…”

“C’mon, pretty boy, we still want to know,” Morgan insists. “Tell us where Spencer Reid comes from.”

“Uh,” Spencer says again. “I’m from Las Vegas. Did you know Las Vegas gets on average 91 more sunny days a year than Washington DC? And Washington gets 38 more inches of rain every year?”

“That’s interesting, Spence, but tell us more about your family,” JJ says. “How long have they lived in Las Vegas? Any brothers or sisters?”

“They’ve lived there for ages,” Spencer tells her. “I mean, my family goes back generations in Las Vegas, as far as I know. We’re natives. And I, um. I don’t have any brothers or sisters.”

“Just you and your parents, then?”

“I mostly grew up with my mom,” Spencer says, teetering too close to the truth. “Anyway, have any of you guys ever been to Las Vegas? Because if we ever go there on a case, I could show you around–there’s more to it that just the strip, you know, the wildlife is actually really interesting–”

“That would be great, Spencer,” Hotch interjects. “I don’t know much about Las Vegas at all.” From the look on his face, Spencer thinks Hotch can tell that he doesn’t want to keep talking about this, and he appreciates the reprieve. 

That’s the closest the team gets to finding out about his family.

Months later, after the Fisher King case is wrapped up and Spencer has traveled back to Las Vegas to take his mother home, Hotch calls Spencer into his office.

“I’m sorry the team found out about your mother like that, Spencer,” he says gently. “I’m sure you would have rather kept her condition to yourself.”

“It hasn’t been so bad,” Spencer admits. “Penelope’s been really nice about it. No one else has said anything about it until now. I know they’re all thinking about it, though. I can tell by how they look at me sometimes.”

“I think they just want to be there for you, but they don’t want to overstep your boundaries. They only mean well.”

“I know,” Spencer sighs. “It’s just awkward. I’m not–I’m not ashamed of her or anything. Just in case that’s what you thought. I love my mom, it’s just–”

“It’s a difficult situation,” Hotch finishes for him. “It’s okay to keep it to yourself, if that’s what’s most comfortable for you. It doesn’t mean you don’t care about her.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“If you ever want to talk about it, we’re all here for you,” Hotch says. “If not, that’s okay, too. I just wanted to check and see how you were doing with everything. That was a stressful case.”

“Understatement of the century,” Spencer snorts. “Threatening my mom is the only thing that could’ve gotten me to reveal her condition to you guys.”

“I’m glad she’s safe.”

“Me, too.”

#maya writes more than 5 sentences #spencer reid #aaron hotchner

[kkuracafe]

Hi! I saw request are open, may I ask for friendly prompts no 1 or 7 but with the reader as Moriarthree youngest sister if its okay? thank you!

Hi hii, of course. I decided to do both ^^ I also dead it in headcanon form if that's ok!

( wrote this really late at night, so if something doesn't make sense I'm sorry)

"Get that thing away from me!!" & Reading a book together w/ Moriarthree

Albert Moriarty

One Day you decided to approach Albert on his day off

Sitting next to him with a book in hand, you tap his shoulder gently

"Do you want to read this book together Al?" You ask softly

A soft smile spreads across his face and he nods

You both sit there for hours reading different books and joking about how stupid some parts of the book are or making fun of the characters

William Moriarty

I feel like he'd be more serious than Albert when it came to reading (not as much as Louis)

It was a quiet afternoon as you strolled through the courtyard with a book in hand

You found William sitting under the shaded area of the courtyard on a bench

"Will, would you mind reading this book with me?" You asked softly

"Of course, come sit."

Louis would probably have to come drag you both inside for dinner because you've been outside for hours just reading with William

If you were ever confused about a section of the book he'd explain it all out to you so you understand

Some small jokes here or there, or you poking fun at him and acting annoyed in responses then letting out a small chuckle

Louis Moriarty

This man is probably really serious when it comes to reading books (idc I'd get on my hands and knees for this man and im lesbian)

Anyway, one evening when Louis finally wasn't cleaning like a mad man. You found him sipping tea in the drawing room

You sat down next to Louis, observing him carefully as he was lost in thought

Settling on just tapping his shoulder so you dibt accidentally give him a heart attack and make him choke while he's drinking his tea

You asked him if he'd care to read this book with you

While reading, he'd be very concentrated while you make a few jokes here and there but he won't have much of a reaction to them

(He probably tuned you out by now)

Bonus: "Get that thing away from me!!"

You were sitting in the living room relaxing, having tea with your three older brothers when a spider decided to ruin your life. It slowly crept up the arm rest and touched your bare arm. Feeling something touch you, you moved you arm and looked at the armrest. Only to see a huge (in your eyes) spider crawling there.

Almost dropping your tea you spring up from your seat and let out a shriek.

"Someone kill it! Now!"

William, who was sitting closest to you started listing out all the reasons why you shouldn't be scared since it can't hurt you. Louis went to go get a dust pan from the kitchen and Albert was arguing with William about how he should be nicer to you since you're terrified. The spider continued crawling closer to you until I was on your skirt. Letting out another horrified shriek you screamed, "Get that thing away from me!!"

William let out a chuckle, while Louis brought the spider outside. Albert comforted you by giving you pats on the back and small hugs telling you it was gone and you're safe. Once you wre settled down, each brother gave you a hug and you all went back to chatting but this time you got to annot William.

I hope you enjoyed it and leave a like if you did! (I'm so tired goodnight)

Masterlist

#fanfic #fluff #fanfiction #female reader #reader insert #william moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #albert moriarty #louis moriarty #sister reader

[myimaginestories191105]

The only victory over love is flight. King Edward the elder.

To The Masterlist.

King Edward the elder X Reader. The last kingdom.

I decided to write about King Edward because I saw that there are almost no imagines about him and about an interesting character like him you can write more than you think.

Based of the prompt: "The only victory over love is flight."- Napoleon.

Word count: 2,414

"Do not do this (Y \ N)! The king will not easily take your disobedience!" My little sister's voice did not cross my mind. But it will not help, I made a decision! I decided to help Æthelflæd the lady of Mercia, save her people and her country from the Danish threat.

The problem was that your king, Edward King of Wessex, Lady Æthelflæd's brother was unwilling to help her as he thought it would harm Wessex and that he had no choice but to wait for the Danish army to weaken and then attack together, but the problem was that by that time there would be no Mercia to defend.                                        

You were one of King Edward's strategies and advisers whom you knew from childhood as a result of your father being one of the most loyal people to Edward's father, King Alfred. You have always been close to Edward, since your childhood, but as the years went by you moved away.

To be precise, Edward has distanced himself from you. Since King Alfred died and Edward inherited his crown, his heart has become harder and harder. It is true that at first he distanced himself from you and stopped treating you as his closest friend, but after he became such a difficult person and his soul began to darken you did not want to continue to be his closest friend anyway.

But you had one problem, which is exactly why you stayed with King Edward and your loyalty to him was that you were in love with Edward from your childhood, of course you never told him that. Even though the crown changed him badly, you still saw in him the young man you fell in love with years ago. But now that he refused to help his sister when he landed in immediate danger it was difficult for him to identify the man you loved. Although you had a hard time admitting it, apparently the weight of the crown killed the man you loved. The Edward you fell in love with no longer exists.

"You made Cnut believe she murdered his eldest son," you asked Uhtred, the greatest warrior you've ever met. You joined him and Lady Æthelflæd on their way to the battlefield on horseback with soldiers. Some would say "betrayed" by King Wessex in your actions, but your actions were the right thing to do.

"It was the only way to ensure Æthelflæd's safety and buy us time to get into battle." Uhtred argued in his defense.

"True, but all of Cnut's army and all of his allied armies will chase after you and not rest until you die. Do you realize you're in the greatest danger of life you've ever faced?" You asked and the concern was evident in your voice.

"I told him that," Æthelflæd remarked, "but it does not matter now, we will face them in battle and win."

"To win we will need the Wessex army and your brother did not take lightly your and your mother's disobedience." You told Æthelflæd and saw how her expression fell and how she struggled not to cry. You knew Æthelflæd from your childhood like King Edward and knew how to read her facial expressions and behavior. She was hurt by her brother.

"Do you think Edward will abandon me?" Æthelflæd asked and turned her broken gaze to me.

"He's just scared of the fight for whatever reason," Uhtred said, "I swear we'll get along without him and win as always."

"I think the thing that hurt the king the most is your and your mother's disobedience and it hurt his honor. You forced his hand and that's what bothers him the most now" You replied to Æthelflæd and disappeared from Uhtred's comment.

"What I can not understand is why you are here." Said Uhtred and turned to me.

"Do the right thing and do not abandon Æthelflæd in time of need" replied immediately because Uhtred did not like your look and wanted to move on to another topic.

"And for that I thank you," said Æthelflæd, "but the three of us know that you love my brother, so your presence here surprises even me."

"Your brother is not the same man he was, the crown changed him and cast a black cloud on his soul, so I turned his mouth and came here." You replied.

"The King will not take your disobedience lightly, so if you ever need rescue or help, I will provide you with total protection." Said Uhtred.

"I thank you, Uhtred but I hope it will not be necessary."

When you got to the place where the battle was going to take place, you noticed an army that no one expected, the Welsh army, the king claimed to have been sent by our king Edward. You, Æthelflæd and Uhtred knew it could not be, Edward seemed to have abandoned his sister. The battle had only one explanation: Æthelflæd's mother caused it on behalf of her son King Edward.

But you did not have time to think about it at this time, the battle was about to start and also with the Welsh army and the Marcia people who survived after the Danish invasion and were not taken by Æthelflæd to destroy and plunder and rape in the land of the Danes. You'll need Edward's help and it does not look like you'll get it.

"It seems your mother was worried about helping you from a distance." Said Uhtred to Æthelflæd when you were mounted to their summit and all your army was behind you, the Welsh army in front of you. Soon the armies began to disperse to prepare the ground for battle, we planted so that only with wisdom and advance preparation would we be able to win.

"And I'm grateful for that, but I do not believe that Edward left me with my country's problems alone," Æthelflæd said, "and of course I can not understand how he did not come to your aid." Æthelflæd's gaze passed to you.

"We'll have to win without Edward's army," you said, "but tell the soldiers he's coming soon, it's important that they have any hope of winning this battle."

The Danes arrived two hours later and the battle began. The Danes lost many soldiers only on arrival because we made them fall into a pit and slaughtered them there. Everything seems to be going well, even though you were in the minority of soldiers, you managed to outwit the Danes enough times to make the situation clearer for you.

Until a certain moment in battle, when women in battle reach a point where they may be raped and captured, you tend to choose a man you trust and he tends to be in your area on the battlefield to end your life quickly. You chose Uhtred, but did not really believe that such a moment would come, years of fighting battles and such a thing has never happened. And the moment has indeed arrived.

You have lost your sword and the Danes around you have understood who you are, one of the most powerful women in Wessex and loyal to King Edward.

"Lady (Y\N), grab her!" Shouted one of the Danes and horror attacked you and froze you in your place and immediately you felt Uhtred's arms around you and his knife touching the light of your neck while with his other hand his sword was drawn towards the Danes.

"Uhtred did it!" You said right away and you got the death on you, death at the hands of a great warrior who was your best friend, an honorable death on the battlefield and it was much better than fate expected you with the Danes to lay their hands on you.

"I can not." Uhtred whispered to me, "Stay away!" He shouted at the Danes. But they realized that Uhtred would not be able to end your life.

"Since you are King Edward's faithful bitch I will give you the right to choose which of us will own you first." Said the ugly Dane who spoke first and the other Danes cheered around him.

"Uhtred please!" You begged.

The Dane seemed to be about to say something more, but he could not because an arrow pierced his neck and he fell dead. It was Edward, Edward King of Wessex, who did not abandon his sister and land and came to the battlefield. He got off his horse and could see how his black eyes began to turn black with anger, Edward all fighting like crazy. You and Uhtred took advantage of the confusion between the Danes surrounding us in these moments and he released me and gave you your sword as you continued to fight.

You defeated the Danes in an overwhelming victory against all odds, but the price you paid was enormous. Great losses on both sides. Which is sure to aggravate Edward's reaction.

After winning the battle you tried to dodge Edward. You knew you owed him a huge thank you for saving your life, but you also knew he would not be happy that they would force him to get into a battle he did not plan to go to and sterilize after understanding how the Welsh were persuaded to join the battle, only God knows what Edward will have to give them.

You saw Uhtred and Æthelflæd hugging and it seemed Uhtred was trying to encourage her. Understanding a hand she had already talked to her brother and approached them.

"(Y \ N) Do not let Edward humiliate or treat you disrespectfully. If he tries to come to Marcia, you can stay with me and advise me for a while until his anger subsides." Said Æthelflæd.

"He's nervous isn't he?" You asked, "And he let his anger come out on you?"

"He demands to see you. You should find him and see for yourself if your condition is serious and to what extent." Uhtred suggested, "and let us know, I will not leave the battlefield until I know you are protected at least for now." Thanks to Uhtred for his offer and you went out looking for your king, you knew you had to talk to him and that there was no point in evading the conversation that awaited you. You knew that converting his mouth would come with consequences.

"my lord king," you said when you saw Edward standing alone beside his horse after handing out orders to his men, "I must thank you, if it had not come at the right moment I too would have been among the dead at best." You said you were standing next to him.

"I did it because no man would rape a woman in his presence," Edward replied coldly, "I did not take your betrayal easily."

"I could not abandon your sister in the situation she was in. She practically simply sent herself to the lion's mouth. This without mentioning that if Mercia had fallen Wessex would have been the only Christian kingdom that stands against the Danes so in the end she too would have fallen."

"These are my considerations and not yours!" Shouted Edward and you saw his deep blue eyes turn black, "I ordered you to stay in Wessex and you had no right to run away and go help my sister!"

"I had no right not to obey you," you said calmly, not daring to raise your voice against your king, "but it was the right thing in my eyes to do and I could not stop myself."

"That my mother and sister objected and acted against my decision is not surprising," the king said angrily and approached me, "but I never expected you to do so. I knew you did not agree with my decision, but I was sure you would respect it."

"Why didn't you expect that to happen?" You asked, the look in Edward's eyes reminded you of the look that that kid you had been with and loved since you could remember. "I grew up with your sister too, and if I thought any of you were wrong I always said and acted accordingly."

"In quarrels between children you were the arbitrator between me and my sister, but these are the subjects of the kingdom and I am the king who is not she!" The king claimed and grabbed his face with his hands, "How could you think I would expect you to do such a thing?"

"Maybe you used to watch, now you don't …" you said in a whisper and then Edward completed you, "because I was away from you, if we were as close as I used to be I would watch your actions."

"Right." You said, "You would have watched that easily." The resentment was evident in your voice.

"It's more complex than you think (Y \ N)," Edward said, calling back your first name and approaching you, which made you realize that a personal conversation was going to develop here, "I really missed you."

"Is that so?" You asked, stunned. Edward was really close to you now, "If you missed me why did you stay away from me?"

"I was scared," Edward said, stroking your hair, "I became a king and because I was afraid of losing you and losing control so I just walked away from you."

"And you almost lost me anyway." Whispered, staring into Edward's deep blue eyes, "I still do not understand."

"I stayed away from you because I was afraid that the love I have for you would only hurt us and the kingdom, and if there is one thing I learned from my father it is that The only victory over love is flight." Edward was so close to you, and he did not resist his desire to kiss you and within a moment his lips were on yours for a gentle kiss for a few seconds.

"So you're going to keep dodging me?" I asked.

"I'm going to make you my queen," Edward said with a smile and hugged him immediately.

"A king should always listen to the advice of his queen. I will not forget it again." Said Edward when you were in his arms. You were happy, and you knew you would be able to bring back Edward's kindness when you filled him with unconditional love. And this battle was indeed just the beginning of a married life full of support and love.

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[silversdragonemporium]

❛ how can it be my destiny to protect someone who hates me? ❜

Ship: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/Byleth Eisner (female)

Prompt list

It was like some sort of sick joke.

After Rodrigue had been struck down by… by that fiend, his will revealed that he had decided to employ the Ashen Demon as his personal escort. Why a personal escort would then suddenly decide to stab the man that employed her was something beyond Dimitri’s ken.

She was apparently also surprised.

“How can it be my destiny to protect someone who hates me?” She had said when she saw him face-to-face.

“You won’t have to. I will not make use of your services,” Dimitri said to her. “You are dismissed.”

The Ashen Demon shook her head.

“You can keep the gold,” Dimitri grumbled. “Just leave.”

“I…” the Ashen Demon looked down. “I don’t have anywhere to go.”

Dimitri shouldn’t have cared about whatever sob story she was going to lie to him about. And yet, he found himself hearing it anyway.

As it turned out, she was the daughter of Jeralt. Yes, the Jeralt, who led the mercenary band. And now that Jeralt was dead, she had no real idea of where to go and what to do.

“With the Empire losing momentum, Jeralt must have been looking into switching clients,” she concluded. “Maybe that’s why he agreed on me taking up a job in the kingdom with Rodrigue.”

“You don’t have any other family?” Dimitri asked.

“My mother died when I was very young,” she said. “It’s only ever been Jeralt and me.”

For some reason, Dimitri found himself thinking of how they were both rather similar after all. True, Dimitri had friends, and a couple of distant relatives. But he didn’t have any parents, nor brothers. And the closest thing he ever had to a sister was now trying to conquer his kingdom.

“What is your name?” Dimitri asked. “If you’re to be my bodyguard, I’d like to call you by your name.”

“Byleth.”

#silvercoldbrew #silverfic:complete #dimileth #fdimileth #few3h fanfic

[lenna-z]

It was the first thing that came to my mind when I read the #whumpril prompts and I couldn't stop writing.

I've started writing a second chapter from Scott but I'm not sure it will be finished or if I will publish it...

I'm not sure if this counts as a red alert, but I hope you like it anyway!

Red Alert

John loved space, and being in space. It was a quiet place where there was no gravity.

But there were times when it was really bad to be away from his siblings.

The red lights flashing in many places on the screen in front of him, he felt far away when he looked at his brother and sister in the middle.

"Scott! Kayo! Can you hear me?"

All his mathematical calculations said it was a very difficult possibility.

Scott and Kayo didn't have time to get somewhere to protect themselves.

Scott and Kayo were under a wreck, probably with a lot of GDF members.

And the closest team member to them was hours away.

Damn...

He should have scanned the building.

If he did, he wouldn't have to announce it now.

"EOS, can you scan the building for every heat signal, please?"

He kept his voice professional. EOS should have already known that his heart was beating much faster than usual, but it was a habit he had acquired over time.

"Of course, John."

Focusing on a job would statistically increase the probability of success for that job. He needed all the percentages right now.

He opened the same channel of communication with everyone, including Lady Penelope.

"International Rescue, we have a situation."

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