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cower-before-power · 3 years

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Desolation: A Gojo Satoru Drabble

Summary: Even the Strongest Sorcerer doesn’t have the power to stop The Reaper

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x GN Reader, some Gojo/Shoko friendship mentioned

TW: angst with a sort of happy ending, mentions of blood, death, religious imagery

A/N: a while ago an anon requested some angst headcanons of Gojo almost loosing his s/o to a curse’s domain. I got inspired and turned it into a drabble, hope you don’t mind anon! I’ll admit it was hard to write given the time of year for me, but I wanted to persevere for you. It’s not very long, but please enjoy, my sweet potatoes!

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His life is defined by loss.

He supposes that’s normal, for a sorcerer. Anyone touched by cursed energy walks with one foot in the grave, the other toeing the line between hope and despair. He’s given up people to both; buried bodies and buried relationships. Six feet under a layer of dirt- or a carefully constructed buoyancy. Some are more painful than others, each has scored him to varying depths. He shoulders them all, for he is the Strongest.

But this is a loss even he will not be able to handle.

He rips through the half formed domain with ease, tearing down the special grade with little more than a flick of a finger. It was supposed to be an easy mission. an easy kill. You said you could do it. You promised him you could do it.

You broke your promise. His soul quakes with fear and fury.

How could you? How could you lie there, weak and gasping, rivers of blood tainting your perfect skin? How could you let your magnificent body be mutilated by such filth? How could you do this to him?

Still, despite the turmoil within, he cradles you tenderly, hushing your attempts to speak. You’ll be fine, he says. Shoko has seen worse.

But he can feel skeletal hands grasping at you. The air grows cold, and so does his heart. He grips you to his chest. He won’t give you up. He can’t give you up.

One quick call, and then he’s gone. The world warps then readjusts; he tries to be gentle but he’s shoving you into hope’s arms.

“Please.” is all he can say. It’s wobbly, stained with threatened tears. Shoko sucks in a breath- it’s bad. His eyes do not often weep. When they do, it is only for the utmost desolation.

“Back off,” she orders, and he wonders if she’s speaking to him or to Death.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline or maybe he’s losing it, but he can see him. He can see the Reaper hovering, greedy and impatient. His bones rattle as he tries to still the healing hands that flutter over your body. It’s a dance as old as time, a tug of war too many lose too soon.

He can’t lose you. He won’t lose you. His fingers twitch; if only he could exorcise the Reaper! If only....if only....if only....

He falters. He’s useless, and not for the first time. What use is it to be the Strongest if he cannot stop this? What good are his powers? He buckles; the weight of what he cannot do crushes him.

But Shoko does not waver. Her tarnished halo glints under the harsh fluorescents, a fallen angel still granted the powers of mercy. He does not rely on any power but is own- but today he will trust in her.

The clock ticks. Every second is a lifetime. He wants to hold your hand. He wants you to open your eyes, to smile that perfect smile, to tease him gently. He wants to kiss your lips, he wants to feel your body pressed against his.

He wants to be allowed to keep a single scrap of happiness. For without the warmth of your love, who is he? A god among men, but he’s learning that isn’t all he wants. The taste of power is growing stagnant and stale in his mouth; he wants to drink from the sweet fountain of love and peace you pour forth into him. He is thirsty, and only you can quench him.

And so he prays. He prays to the crooked angel with bags under her eyes and cigarette smoke on her breath. He knows no other power. There is only her.

He prays.

And after what feels like a lifetime, she answers.

“They’ll live.”

The darkness around him shatters. The Reaper reels back; there will be no ferry ride tonight. Felled by her grace, by her power that he will worship for the rest of his life.

This is not the last. Bones creak and vanishes with promise to return, for everyone knows there is no outrunning.

But you have been blessed with time.

And he wants to weep for joy.

Your eyes flutter, your lips whisper his name. His battered heart sighs with relief. He takes your hand, and it feels like dawn breaking on a Sunday morning.

“Welcome back, sugarplum.”

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otonymous · 4 years

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It’s The End Of The World (MLQC Headcanon)

Dear Nonny...

I say that now, Nonny, but the truth is that the ONLY thing I love more than smut is angst! Mwahahaha! 🤣🤣 That being said, let’s take a one-way trip to Angst Town! Everybody got their seatbelts on?! LET’S GO!!! (Please note warnings below before reading 💕💕💕)

Warnings: angst, explicit language, trigger warnings (mentions of speeding, near-death experiences and flashbacks, nausea & vomiting, insomnia, slight mention of possessive behaviour, workaholism, loss of appetite and weight loss, anger and violent behaviour (not towards other people though!)) and SPOILERS (basically up to chapter 24 in the EN server; includes dates and Rumours & Secrets for the boys)

Gavin:

DEVASTATED. This man is absolutely devastated.

Gavin has known you since high school and loved you since then

You were his dream girl — the one he thought had got away until his duties brought you back into his life. He had vowed to protect you till the very end, had absolutely no qualms about giving his life for yours. He made a solemn promise to himself that he would never lose you a second time

Until that fateful day when you invited him out for lunch at Lynn’s Kitchen on the grounds of your old high school

You order his favourites, spicy noodles and lemon tea; wait until his stomach is full before you open your mouth to gently broach the topic

“Gavin…I…”

A single glance at your face tells Gavin that something is terribly off. He’s immediately setting his chopsticks down, asking, “What’s wrong? You know you can talk to me about anything. Whatever it is, I’ll help you—”

“Shaw. We…we’ve decided to be together. I know you’re not on good terms, and he did insist on coming today, but I thought it would be best if I told you myself…”

He cannot hear

He cannot move

And it isn’t until the burning sensation in his lungs catches up with him that he realizes he hadn’t even been breathing

Amber eyes, listless and dull, float from your lips to the wall decorated with Post-It notes just behind you, moving from one colourful slip of paper to another

“I hate it when people leave without saying goodbye.”

Gavin still remembers the loops and dashes of your handwriting on the Post-It note you had written so long ago, the way you dotted your i’s with hearts

And all of a sudden, he is back in his high school uniform, bloodied and bruised and free falling from the roof of the four-storey building

Except this time, he cannot hear the strains of a piano, no matter how hard he tries. The gingko leaves around him flutter to the ground just before…

“Gavin?” The touch of your hand on his snaps him out of his reverie. He tries to force a smile and fails.

“I…I’m sorry. There’s somewhere…I just remembered…I have to go….” He hurriedly puts a few bills on the table — more than enough to cover the entire meal — and dashes out of the restaurant

Gavin hops on Sparky and just goes…riding for hours on end with no destination in mind. He’s taken with an intense urge to go fast, as if his body were trying to outrun the feelings he doesn’t have the means of dealing with. At one point, an overwhelming wave of nausea hits him and he stops at the side of the road, retching and retching until his stomach is as empty as his hollowed-out heart

He’s still thinking of you the entire time he’s MIA. The last text from his phone is one sent to you, telling you not to worry about him and apologizing for the way he behaved back at the restaurant. He’s asking if you’d still be okay with talking to him when he gets back, and of course, to contact him immediately if you need anything at all

He still feels you in the wind

Believe it or not, for a short period of time, Gavin actually develops a fear of flying: it reminds him too much of you, brings up too many memories of him holding you in his arms as you traverse the skies together. He’s not confident he can do it anymore, partly because he thinks his Evol might suddenly give out when he’s high up in the air

The turning point comes when Gavin visits his mother’s resting place. There, for the first time since you broke the news to him, he actually cries, and it gives him the strength to carry on

Let’s be clear: Gavin will never, ever be over you. The two of you will remain friends though because Gavin intends to watch over you for the rest of his life (that is one promise he would never break)

With time, he gets used to seeing you with Shaw, even starts to relax a bit when he realizes that his younger brother is capable of protecting you

Someday, Gavin will marry — likely someone who was set up with him either by Minor or his colleagues (Birdcop would never take the initiative to actually meet somebody). This person is absolutely smitten with the handsome officer and his gruff ways and cannot wait to start a family with him. They would also have to be thick-skinned and stubborn enough to turn Gavin’s “no” into an eventual “yes”

And while Gavin would prove to be a loyal husband and doting father who would do anything for his family, a part of him would always, always, continue to burn for you.

Lucien:

How do you expect this man to behave when he’s lost the only colour in his life?

Lucien would never, ever recover from this. He doesn’t want to. The man for whom love was never meant to happen has no need for such an emotion. He wants nothing to do with it unless it has to do with you

The professor’s world literally returns to being a drab shadow of blacks and greys — the rainbow disappeared when his little butterfly flew into the palm of another’s hand

“Do you love him?” He’ll ask you, dark eyes almost hypnotic in their intensity when he pierces you with that gaze

You’re ashamed to find that you have to think twice before replying that you do indeed love Victor

Ba-bump, ba-bump, BA-BUMP — Lucien breaks out into a cold sweat as his heart begins to race, face becoming pale as a sheet

His shaking hands are pulled into tight fists within the pockets of his lab coat. He’s running his finger over the cap of his pill bottle inside one of them, not wanting to take them in front of you because in spite of it all, the last thing he wants is for you to worry about him 😭😭😭

Lucien nods, placid smile a mask on his face when he says, “I wish the two of you nothing but the best.”

“Lucien!” You start after him when he turns to walk away. “We…we’re still friends, right?”

For what is possibly the first time in his entire life, Lucien can’t think straight. His mind is a mess, logical thoughts tangled up with sorrow, hurt, anger, and the sense that the world could end at that very moment and he wouldn’t even bat an eye.

He takes a deep breath, composing himself before he turns to face you again: “Of course. You can always come to me if you ever need anything.” It takes everything in him not to fall apart when he lays a hand on the crown of your head, savouring the heat of your body for the very last time

In the days immediately afterwards, the people around Lucien better watch out as his ability to keep cool, calm and collected is challenged: he’s giving the side-eye to his colleagues at the research institute more often then usual, and Black Swan members literally want to run the other way when they see him coming. If they thought Ares was ruthless before then they’d better watch out now…

As if it were even humanly possible, the professor sleeps even less now: if he’s not in the lab, he’s literally wiling away the hours watching old Hollywood films

Sometimes, he’ll place his hand on the handle to the door of your apartment, closing his eyes and doing his best to pretend that he can still feel your palm in his (he knows you’re not home. You so rarely are these days…)

Unbeknownst to you, Lucien spends his weekends revisiting the places you used to go together: sitting on the same bench at the aquarium where you kissed him without a second thought, wandering to the theme park you ran away to as a child just to watch the carousel spin round and round, trying his best to keep a smile on his face when the kids at the orphanage ask him where his “pretty lady friend” is

Lucien actually has a kite that he bought ages ago, intent on fulfilling his promise to one day fly it with you. It sits in his apartment still. He can’t bring himself to dispose of it.

Gives you his pen, Iridescent, as part of his wedding gift to you. “May it always bring you luck, wherever you are and…whomever you’re with.”

Regardless of where he is, Lucien will always be keeping tabs on you. If Victor ever trips up, you can bet that Lucien will be there to swoop in and take his place

The professor will never love another person for as long as he lives. That’s all there is to it.

Victor:

Throws himself into his work when you break the news to him that you’ve accepted Lucien’s proposal

“If that dummy can’t see that I’m the most suitable choice for her, then let her suffer the consequences of her foolishness.” — Victor will tell himself that, but don’t believe it for even a second

Victor has always been obsessed with working, but this is on an entirely new level, even for him: the man’s been missing meals (or taking them at his desk, at most) and doesn’t leave his office until close to midnight, most days of the week

Like a watch whose gears are irreparably damaged, the LFG CEO is broken on the inside. He has to focus on work because he knows that if he stops long enough to fully consider the consequences of having lost you, he would never climb out of the depths of his despair

Even his dad and aunt become concerned, especially when they notice that he’s lost weight: “Victor, you have employees for a reason. Delegation is not a weakness.”

His mind often drifts to you, especially when he’s driving. There are many times when he finds himself absentmindedly heading in the direction of your office after work before he catches himself (the man is so used to picking you up that it’s become like muscle memory, in a sense)

Weekends will find him holed up in his attic space, fingers tracing over the uneven surface of the cup you had accidentally dropped and shattered, the pieces of which he had spent an entire night glueing back together

He shuts down Souvenir for a while: Victor cannot bring himself to step foot in the kitchen because he can’t help but see your face, smiling in rapturous joy to indulge in the caramel pudding he made especially for you

He spends his nights lying wide awake in a bed that suddenly seems much too big, wondering if you would’ve chosen differently if he took the time to tell you all the things he always thought were obvious: that he respected your fighting spirit, admired the brazen way you never gave up on the things you believed in, loved every single thing about you, even the things he seemed to disapprove of

His biggest regret: that he never had the chance to tell you that you were the love of his life

He often fantasizes about what it would’ve been like to stop time before you informed him you were choosing Lucien, to exist forever with you in a single moment when you made him the happiest man alive just by sharing your time with him

He still checks your Moments account religiously, murmuring “Dummy” with the faintest hint of a smile on his face to see your ridiculous posts, but he can never bring himself to reply. Victor’s pride won’t let him. He would rather die than let you know that each moment spent without you makes him feel like he is suffocating

Eventually, his worried family — especially his aunt — decides that enough is enough. They force Victor to take a vacation while trying to discreetly set him up with daughters of other wealthy and prominent families

Victor is beyond annoyed at having his personal affairs meddled with like this, but is essentially strong-armed by his aunt, who turns on the waterworks and starts sobbing about wanting to see the progeny of her dearest nephew before she passes on or withers away from want of new blood in the Li family

Victor will eventually have to marry and have kids — he needs to have someone to pass LFG on to. It will be a long while before he does settle down though; at one point, it’ll seem like he’s content to be a bachelor for life, married to his work

He will show up for your wedding though, and you can bet the most generous gift will be from the LFG CEO

“Try not to be such a dummy from now on. I won’t be there to set you straight and your husband may not be as patient of a man as I am.” Those jet black eyes are wavering with emotion when he reaches out to lay a hand on your head. But he halts midway, awkwardly pulling back because he’s realized that he doesn’t have the right to touch another man’s wife so casually 😭😭😭

Kiro:

“Ahahaha! All right, all right…you’ve got me. You can stop playing around now, Miss Chips,” Kiro will say, hands held up in defeat when you tell him that you’ve accepted Gavin’s proposal

When he realizes you’re being serious, it’s like all the warmth and light has suddenly been sucked from the room

Those blue eyes go wide, the smile dropping from the superstar’s face. For what seems like an interminable amount of time, Kiro just sits there staring at you, almost catatonic

When he speaks again, you’re so surprised you almost jump out of your skin: “Gavin…he’s that cop, right? The friend you’ve known since high school?”

You nod and all of a sudden, it’s like the floodgates have been opened: Kiro’s grasping your hands in his, expression panic-stricken as his questions come a mile a minute:

“Was it something I did, Miss Chips? I swear I’ll change! I…I won’t eat junk food anymore! Won’t even look at that stuff! If you don’t like your nickname, I’ll call you by your real name, anything you want! Or maybe it’s because my schedule is always so crazy? I’ll cut back on my jobs, I don’t care about the money! If you’re tired of running from the paparazzi, I’ll quit. Just quit, stop everything — I don’t care, ok? The only thing I care about is you! Miss Chips? Please don’t cry…I’m your hero, remember? So please…please…”

A single tear rolls down his cheek — you have to look away or else your resolve would crumble

“I’m so sorry, Kiro. I…I wanted you to be the first to know. I wanted you to hear it from me…”

It’s like all the life has been drained from him; it actually frightens you to see him like that

“Kiro?" You hesitantly lay a hand on his. It’s almost cool to the touch. Kiro gives his head a little shake, seeming to come back to himself

“I’m…I’m so sorry, Miss Chips. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to get hysterical. God, what an awful way to react….” He forces a laugh, but it is wooden and so goddamn heartbreaking to hear. You almost wish he would scream obscenities at you instead

“He, Gavin…he’s a good man. He’ll be good for you. I’m happy that you’re happy, Miss Chips.”

The next day, Kiro drops off the face of the Earth: he’s MIA, no one can reach him

Everyone is panicking: his agent, Savin, and management, his legions of adoring fans all over the world, and most of all, you

That is, until he sends two text messages, one to Savin and the other to you, telling you all that he’s safe and not to worry; he’s just taking some time to work some things out for himself

In actuality, the only thing that’s happening is that Kiro is reverting back to who he originally was before you came into his life

His sun has been eclipsed by crushing sorrow and loss, the brilliance of your light and warmth forever taken from him and he is left in the cold shadow of solitary darkness

Kiro wants to be happy for you, and he hates that he can’t — this dissonance so disconcerts him that he’d rather not feel anything at all

When the superstar does eventually return to the world at large, there’s something about him that’s changed — Savin and the rest will be largely fooled by that ever-cheerful mask he puts on, but you won’t

Those blue eyes seem just a bit darker, the radiance of his being almost imperceptibly dimmed

Poor Kiro, loved the world over, would never love another person for the rest of his life. It would always be you or nothing.

Shaw:

Hurt. Angry. Confused.

Shaw is angry with himself for ever believing that you and him had a future together; he hates that he saw the signs that you would always, always, always choose Gavin in the end and still continued to lie to himself in spite of it

He hates that he let himself become vulnerable by falling in love with you (Shaw sees vulnerability as the biggest weakness one could have, that’s why he’s always kept himself emotionally guarded in his dealings with people)

But for whatever reason, when it came to you, he just couldn’t help but fall (“Guess brothers are hard-wired in the same way after all, no matter how different we think we are,” he’ll say with a bitter laugh)

A lengthy and most unusual storm will hit Loveland City; expect an extended light show with lots of thunder and lightning

The boy is trashing his place, throwing whatever he can get his hands on: cans of Coke and Pepsi, dishes, clothing and books

He breaks the deck of his skateboard when he smashes it against the wall, bringing down a good chunk of plaster along with it

You won’t be there to witness the destruction. Shaw will continue to front like nothing could ever faze him when you tell him that you’ve chosen to be with Gavin. He’ll chuckle, brows raised as he bites on the tip of his straw, saying, “Whatever. It’s your life. Do what you want with it.”

Then suddenly, he’s standing up to leave, hand half-raised in goodbye as he makes for the exit without so much as a glance back at you.

“Take my umbrella. And don’t worry about returning it.”

Those are his last words to you. Not long after, you spy the handle of the black umbrella sitting in the stand near the front of the café (the only one there, since it had been bright and sunny out). And suddenly, the clouds are rolling in to blanket Loveland City in grey, sheets of rain pouring from a sky cracked in half by a fearsome bolt of lightning

Shaw walks, letting cold rain soak him to the bones to take his mind off the ice that’s already started to freeze the blood in his heart

“Don’t cry…don’t let them f*cking see you cry…" he's saying to himself, over and over again like a mantra

Starts hanging out at the Live House more than ever, losing himself in the music and packed crowds there; he can’t stand to be alone right now.

When he’s not playing bass guitar as a last minute backup for the bands, he’s literally working on his thesis at the bar, sipping on his Coke and Pepsi blend (the staff know him so well that they’re pretty much cool with him doing anything at this point LOL)

STILL blows off every person who comes to proposition him for a good time

I’m sorry, but you know it’s pretty much gonna rain on your wedding day, right? (The poor boy can’t help it, okay? He is SAD, SAD, SAD!)

Much like his brother, Shaw will never really get over you. You were, after all, the first person he ever truly loved

Would likely remain an eternal bachelor, only engaging in meaningless sex but never opening his heart to anyone ever again. One lesson was enough for him. 😭😭😭

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dalekofchaos · 3 years

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If Vader raised Luke and Obi-Wan trained Leia

Let’s say sometime after Mustafar. Darth Vader in his meditation in his castle, Vader felt a presence he hasn’t felt since.....Padme. Since he felt his unborn child through the force. His child is alive. Sidious lied. The Jedi took his son from him. They will all pay. So here is what would happen if Vader sensed, found and raised Luke.

Darth Vader would’ve killed Owen and Beru instantly and burned the Lars homestead

Obi-Wan would rush to face Vader. Vader would overpower Obi-Wan, mortally wound him and throw him into the burning homestead and use the force to crush the roof onto an unconscious Obi-Wan

Darth Vader would hold a baby Luke in his hands and for some reason Luke is not afraid, but drawn to this dark figure.

Vader would simply say “Luke. Son...”

Vader takes Luke to his castle on Mustafar

Obi-Wan would crawl out of the remains of the Lars Homestead. Injured, but alive. Obi-Wan failed. He contacted Yoda and told him Vader found and took Luke. Yoda will simply tell him “There is another.” All he can do is call Bail for transport to Alderaan. He failed Luke, but he will not fail Leia.

Bail and Breha would teach Leia about politics and Obi-Wan would train Leia to become a Jedi

Luke would spend his entire childhood to adulthood in the depths of Fortress Vader. Training and submerging himself in the dark side of the force.

Vader would indoctrinate his son into hating the Jedi. Hating The Emperor and instructing his son that only together could they destroy The Emperor and the last of the Jedi.

By the events of Rogue One/A New Hope. Luke’s training would be complete. “You were weak when I found you. Now your hatred has become your strength. At last the dark side is your ally. Henceforth, you shall be known as Darth Zhoun. Rise, my son.” Source 1. Source 2

Luke would be Vader’s assassin. Carrying out assassinations in the name of the Empire. Killing the last of the Jedi. Enemies of The Empire. His identity is unknown to the Emperor and Rebellion, but his reputation would strike fear in the Rebel Alliance. He is simply known as “Vader’s Shadow.”

Palpatine feels a disturbance in the force, but for some reason, he cannot detect Luke. All he can sense is “a shadow”

Luke fully embraced the dark side and is consumed by it. When Master Shaak Ti tries to turn him away from his path, before killing her(What is this her 5th death????) Luke will say “My father’s fate is my own.”

Vader’s final test for his son would be to pit him against his old Padawan. Luke kills Maul with ease as he decapitates him. Luke uses Ahsoka’s need to save her friends against her and when she attempts to save them, Luke cuts Ahsoka down.

Thrawn would request the aid of Vader, in his stead, Vader once again sends his son. Luke would kill Ezra and save Thrawn. “Lord Vader has need of you, Grand Admiral. Set up the TIE Defenders program in the Unknown Regions and return with a fleet of them.” Thrawn would call off the fleet and let Lord Zhoun deal with the Rebels. Luke would then slaughter the Rebels on Lothal

Sometime after securing Thrawn’s victory on Lothal, as a gift. Thrawn has given Vader and Luke their own personal TIE Defenders.

Vader and Zhoun would slaughter Cal and Cere. The Holocron is theirs.

The existence of Darth Zhoun would only be known to Vader, Admiral Piett and General Veers.(you’ll see why)

Leia had a decade of training. On Alderaan and on Dagobah. Yoda and Obi-Wan together completed Leia’s training. Leia is now a fully fledged Jedi Knight and is ready to lead the Rebellion and confront her father and brother. art source

Yoda and Obi-Wan would tell Leia the truth. Darth Vader is her father and his secret assassin is her brother, Luke. Due to a decade of training, Leia would prove strong and wise enough to learn the truth of her family.

Also Leia would ask about her mother. “Tell me, what was my mother like, my real mother.” “Your mother was Padme Amidala, a senator, queen and a kind and beautiful..” “Strong, was your mother. Believed in peace and diplomacy did she.” “And my father? Was he always Vader?” “Your mother loved your father. Anakin Skywalker was a good man. But he was consumed to stop the people he loved from dying. His mother was killed by the Tusken Raiders on Tatooine and the Emperor seized the opportunity to turn your father to the dark side. One day, your father was plagued by nightmares of Padme dying in childbirth, The Emperor promised him the power to save your mother, but in doing so Anakin became twisted by the dark side and became Darth Vader.”

Leia believes her family could be turned. Obi-Wan would object. He's more machine now than man. Twisted and evil.” When insisting that Luke could be saved. Obi-Wan would be remorseful. “I failed my duty to save Luke, I should have followed Vader and staged a rescue, but you needed to be trained, you were our only hope.”

Leia would be contacted by Bail requesting aid on Scarif. Yoda gives his blessing for Leia to go. Saying Ready to reveal herself to the galaxy, she is. Obi-Wan would join her as he must confront Vader one last time.

Leia and Obi-Wan get there just in time and they save the Rogue One Crew. Jyn personally gives Leia the plans. Obi-Wan tells her. “What is it?” All Leia can tell her master is “Hope.”

Leia would transmit the plans to the Tantive IV where her father would be there to receive the plans.

Vader and Luke board the ship to slaughter the rebels. Before they can get the Death Star plans back. They are confronted by Obi-Wan Kenobi and Leia.

Darth Vader and Obi-Wan would duel similar to how they did in ANH aboard the ship. Leia and Obi-Wan are in desperate need to escape

Leia is able to defensively take down her brother, Obi-Wan momentarily stuns Vader and they escape with the plans.

As The Tantive IV is boarded, Leia and Obi-Wan are able to evade detection and hide in the escape pods with C-3PO and R2-D2

In place of Leia captured by the Empire, it is Bail Organa. Bail gives the plans to his daughter and pleads with Leia to leave with Master Kenobi.

Leia and the droids wander Tatooine for a long walk. All Leia can think is “so much sand. so much fucking sand.”

Leia would store the plans in R2. Just in case something happens.

Leia is guided by Obi-Wan. “We must find passage to save Bail.”

Leia and Obi-Wan finds Mos Eisley Cantina and there they meet Han and Chewie. Leia asks for passage to Alderaan for herself and her droids no questions asked. “Is it a fast ship?” “Fast ship? You’ve never heard of The Millennium Falcon? It's the ship that made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs! I've outrun Imperial starships, not the local bulk-cruisers, mind you.” All Leia can do is roll her eyes and takes Han’s word for it. Leia tells her “Once we get to Alderaan, my father Senator Organa will pay you handsomely. Say 15,000 credits?” Han just smiles that cocky Solo smile and says “you got yourself a deal princess”

Once Leia sees the Falcon. “You fly in that thing? You’re braver than I thought.” Han retorts “She'll make point five past lightspeed. She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, Princess. I've made a lot of special modifications myself.”

Leia and Han bicker like an old married couple and Chewie just decided “that’s it I ship it” Obi-Wan would see the writing on the walls. “Oh, this is like watching me and Satine”

Bail watches the destruction of Alderaan

Leia would convince Han to help her free her father. Han is hesitant, but Leia will insist “my father will be very grateful, I’m sure we can triple the rewar-” Han would say so quickly “DONE!”

Han and Leia are pretty much battle couple goals while taking down Stormtroopers and Imperial Officers in the detention center.

Leia saves her father and embraces him in a hug.

Vader and Obi-Wan duels and Obi-Wan sacrifices himself to save Leia and Bail

Bail is forever in Han’s debt. He saved his life and his daughter’s life. He will pay Han anything. Being indebted to a Hutt is no way to live a life. He pays Han what he’s owed, but asks if he can join the Rebellion after clearing the debt as the Rebellion is in dire need of good pilots. Chewie is all for it, but Han is having none of it, but looks at Leia and says “I’m not saying yes, Senator, but...maybe.” Bail sees that he’s looking at Leia and says “I see” and knows he fancies his daughter.

Leia would fly in her personal Jedi X-wing Starfighter(Just imagine a mix between Anakin’s Jedi Starfighter and an X-Wing) during the Battle Of Yavin IV Leia’s hypothetical ship would look like this(source) but realistically it would be colored blue and white

Han would make the save and Leia would destroy the Death Star(btw Han now will not shut up that he saved Leia, ya know in a way, princess I helped destroyed the Death Star. I saved you from Vader and gave you the confidence you needed to destroy the Death Star. Sometimes I amaze even myself. Leia rolls her eyes and smiles...and blushes. Bail notices this and is happy his daughter is in love but knows she will never admit it)

Leia would be knocked out and captured by a Wampa. Leia defeats it.

Han would save Leia. “Don’t worry, your worship I’ll save you.” Leia now wishes for death, he would not stop bringing up saving her during the Death Star, but now she owes him twice. Is the force punishing her?

Darth Vader and Darth Zhoun are on the hunt for the Jedi Princess.

Bail requests Leia and Han to bring Master Yoda back into the fight.

When Han and Leia escape. Bail stays behind. Darth Vader kills him and Leia feels the loss of Bail and breaks down.

Instead of bickering and bantering, Han comforts Leia. Leia embraces Han in a hug and a kiss. Leia lets him in.

Leia and Han make it to Dagobah. Leia is very patient with her old master, but Han thinks he should be bigger. “This is Yoda?” Leia confirms and Chewie says so as well an goes “and how would you know that???” “I fought in the Clone Wars, Han” “Well, what do you want, a medal???”

Chewie would embrace Yoda in a hug. Yoda would warmly greet his old friend. “Chewbacca, missed you I did.”

Leia and Han asks Yoda to return to aid the Rebel Alliance. He doesn't have to fight but advise the leaders as what they must do. Yoda is willing, but first he must complete Leia’s training. With this, Leia tells Han to go and pay off Jabba’s debt. and kisses Han goodbye. Han says “When you’re done, meet me on Bespin, I’m going to see an old friend.”

Meanwhile aboard the Executer, Vader and Luke set in motion the plan to destroy The Emperor. Everyone aboard The Executer, especially Admiral Piett and General Veers are loyal to Vader and his son. The Emperor lies in his throne in the safety of the Imperial city, while Lord Vader is a man of action who fights on the front lines with his soldiers. They will stand by Lord Vader and his son, soon more will follow.

Vader’s call with The Emperor happens as same, but Palpatine says “We have a new enemy. There is a great disturbance in the force. The Rebel Princess who destroyed the Death Star.” “She is just a girl, Obi-Wan and her father can no longer help her. “I have a feeling she is the daughter of Anakin Skywalker.” “How is this possible?” “Search your feelings Lord Vader, you know it to be true.” “If she can be turned, she can be a powerful ally.” “Yes...can it be done Lord Vader? “She will join us or die.”

Vader internally is pissed, but also pleased. Vader tells his son. “A Twin Sister, you have a twin sister. If she can be turned, we will destroy The Emperor and rule the galaxy as a family.” “What if my sister doesn’t join us?” “Then she will die.

Leia’s training is complete. Yoda dubs Leia the rank of Jedi Master. Leia senses Han is in danger. Yoda tells her to go. “Be here, I shall be. May the force be with you, Master Leia.”

Despite paying off his debt to Jabba, Vader still intends to test Han Solo into carbonite freezing him. And Jabba would be overjoyed to have Han as a decoration.

Vader orders Luke to bring his sister in the fold or kill her. “As you wish, father.”

Leia is too late. She sees Han frozen in carbonite.

Leia feels the presence of her brother. They duel and they evenly matched. One wrong move and the fight is over. Luke cuts Leia’s hand off and asks his sister to join him and his father. Leia defiantly refuses. “Vader killed my master and my true father, I’LL NEVER JOIN YOU!” “The Jedi betrayed our father. turned our mother against him and had us separated, luckily he found me and rescued me. With our combined strength, we can destroy the Emperor and bring order to the galaxy as a family.” Leia refuses and falls..

Thanks to Yoda guiding Lando and Chewie, they find her just in time.

Despite not having Leia, Vader and Luke has everything they need to pull a coup on The Emperor

Vader has his son. Admiral Piett. Grand Admiral Thrawn. The Death Squadron. Death Troopers. A legion of TIE Defenders and more and more are drawn to Vader. Vader and Zhoun make their attack on Coruscant.

Darth Vader and Darth Zhoun face Palpatine. The Throne room is lit up with force lightning and crimson blades. The battle is powerful and raw, but ultimately Luke and Vader overpower The Emperor. There is nowhere where Palpatine can escape to. Not Exegol or anywhere. Vader decapitates his old master.

Vader broadcasts to the galaxy. “The Emperor is dead. I am now your Emperor. Those who serve me and my son, you will achieve greatness as we bring order to the galaxy. Those who stay loyal to The Emperor, die.” There would be a small civil war, but eventually all those who stayed loyal to Palpatine would be rounded up and killed.

Leia rescues Han. Leia does not resort to allowing herself to be captured. Nor does Leia need to be forced to wear that slave outfit. Leia gives Jabba one chance to free Han. Jabba refuses and since a Jedi would be impossible to be enslaved, he plans to feed Leia to his pet Rancor. That would be Jabba’s undoing. Leia would use animal bond/beast control on the Rancor and successfully tames the beast. After Leia convinces the Rancor to help her, Leia unleashes the beast on Jabba and his men Source

Leia unfreezes Han, rescues Chewie, Lando and the droids.

In addition to rescuing Han, Leia also rescues Oola and all the slaves in Jabba’s palace.

Leia and Han would fight Boba Fett. With Boba Fett at their mercy, Leia decides to save him. Leia thinking “he could be so much more.” Han makes the decision to save him. Han and Boba Fett finally bury their rivalry and leave it in the past and shake hands. Boba would declare that Han’s bounty will no longer exists and he won’t chased by him and exits the story. This would work because it would show that Han has grown from the rogue who would shot a man dead without question in ANH to someone who is willing to find an alternate solution to his problems. It’d also give some layers to Boba Fett of being a man of honor.

Yoda dies, but tells her that she is the only hope in saving her brother and stopping Vader.

With Vader as Emperor, he has no intentions with building a second Death Star. Instead he intends to wipe out the Rebellion from the face of the galaxy.

Luke feels a pull to the light. After a life of darkness and evil, Luke feels remorse. He sees what his father as Emperor is doing is wrong and if he feels these feelings, it’s all over.

The Rebellion plans to make one last ditch effort to end the Empire once and for all. A Coup. The battle on the ground would now take place in the Imperial City and the area surrounding the Imperial Palace. The dogfights between X-Wings and TIE Fighters would take place in the skies above instead of in space. The confrontation between Leia, Luke and Vader and would take place in the Imperial Palace in The Emperor's Throne Room.

Leia would contact Luke in order to get close to the palace.

Leia feels the conflict within her brother. Luke is trying to keep her out. Eventually Leia gets in and pleads with her brother to help him destroy Vader. But Luke takes her before Vader

Vader taunts Leia that the Rebellion will die today, but they can all be saved if she gives in to the dark side and joins her family

Vader forces Luke and Leia to fight to the death. Only one can serve him. Leia refuses to join him, but Vader and Luke are not giving her a choice.

Leia and Luke’s duel is a mix between Anakin/Obi-Wan and Vader/Luke in terms of how the fight would go. In the end. Neither Luke nor Leia can kill the other. They both deactivate their lightsabers and embrace in a hug. For the first time in a long time, Luke’s yellow eyes turn blue. This ignites the wrath of their father.

Vader force chokes both his children with full intentions of killing them. The only thing that can save them? Leia remembers on what Obi-Wan spoke about her mother. “Our mother was Padme Amidala.” Vader is stunned and enraged by the mere mention of her name. All Vader can say is “Do. Not. Say. Her. Name.”

Vader ignites his lightsaber preparing to kill. While Luke and Leia are ready to defend themselves. Luke lands a strike that is similar to Ahsoka’s where Vader’s face is visibly seen

With Vader down. Leia continues to speak about her mother. “She was kind and beautiful. You were deceived and betrayed by The Emperor. He turned you from the most compassionate Jedi Knight to ever live into a dark lord. You do not have to be this way. You are free. You and Luke are free. Padme loved you. Obi-Wan loved you. You are Anakin Skywalker, our father. Call off the fleet and let us bring peace to the galaxy as a family.”

Anakin concedes to his children.

The war is over. The Empire has ended. Vader agrees to whatever punishment the Rebellion has for him.

Leia is in charge of Luke. Leia helps Luke on his path of atonement.

Vader is sentenced for execution. His final request. “Let me see my children one last time.” Leia and Luke are saddened, but Anakin assures his children he has made peace with his fate. His final request from his children is to take his mask off. “ Just for once, let me look on you with my own eyes.”

#Star Wars #Darth Vader #Jedi Leia #Sith!Luke #Luke Skywalker #Leia Organa #Dark!Luke #Obi Wan Kenobi #Yoda #Han Solo #Hanleia #Emperor Sheev Palpatine

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maraudersftw · 3 years

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“Move out of my way before I make you” from the prompt list bcs ✨angst✨

@keepingupwithpotters thank you so much for this absolutely crushing prompt! Here’s a super angsty drabble as requested.

Crashing Down

“Did you send a Patronus?” She asks, panting as she runs through the trees and brambles, branches scratching on her arms and drawing blood. She doesn’t pay them any mind, much more concerned about the hoard of Death Eaters on their tail. “James.”

“Sorry, yes. Yes, I did,” Says her husband, running beside her and frequently turning around to check for pursuers. He’s in a much better condition than her, and she knows he can easily go faster, but is slowing his pace for her. She tries once again to apparate them out of the forest, but finds that they haven’t crossed the anti-apparition wards yet.

“We need a plan,” She says, heart sinking, “They’ll catch up to us in no time, and it’s impossible to know where the wards end.”

“We can take them.”

“James, there are at least twelve of them and only two of us.”

“We can take them,” He tells her, blazing eyes turning to stare at her as they continue to run. “Don’t you dare lose hope now, Evans.”

“I’m not” She says, hating that he knows her so well. Hating that he sees the fear in her eyes. Fear for him. “I’m just saying we—”

But before she can finish her sentence, a green flash of light blazes to her left, missing her by a couple of feet and leaving a charred hole in a tree trunk. She swears softly, stitches forming on her sides.

“Fuck! Lily!” James’s voice is a panicked call, his warm hand immediately wrapping around her wrist and sharply tugging her to the right. She follows him unquestioningly, trusting him with her life, but can’t help the tears that start forming at the corner of her eyes.

“We can’t outrun them, James,” She gasps, sobs, and lets him pull her away from the path and behind a large tree. He peeks around the corner to check again, and she tugs on their adjoined hands to get him to look at her again, “If they catch us both together, we’re dead.”

“The others will be here in no time,” James says firmly, but she knows him too—catches the unspoken doubt in his eyes, and finds her heart breaking.

“I’ll distract them.”

“No,” he says before she’s even finished her suggestion. “No chance in fucking hell are you going out there.”

“James, please,” she cries, letting the tears flow freely now, “Please, or we both die.”

“Then I’ll go. I’ll be the bait.”

Even the thought of this is enough to freeze her heart with fear.

“No. They—they won’t kill me. Severus will be there, maybe he’ll help,” She tries, but James is already opening his mouth, anger evident on his face, so she continues grappling for reasons. “And they’d kill you immediately, James, you’re a much bigger threat than I am—”

“That’s laughably untrue,” he hisses, eyes widening now in alarm, “Lily, you can’t seriously be considering this.”

“I—”

“We know you’re here, Potter!” Someone shouts, and the words die on her lips as fear reaches out and squeezes her lungs until all she can see is terror. “We’re taking you and your Mudblood back to the Dark Lord tonight. He has a really special welcome planned for you.”

Cruel sniggers fill the air around them, and she bites her lip hard enough to draw blood.

“I’m sorry James,” she takes a shuddering breath, ignoring her husband’s vehement shaking of the head. It strikes her all of a sudden how bloody young they are—how he’s barely more than a boy who’s been thrown into a massive war with no choice but to man up, how she’s barely more than a girl with little knowledge of the world, and all she knows is how to love, love hard. She cannot fathom doing anything else. “I’ll come back to you; I promise.”

She tries to tear away from him, but his body is a firm barrier between her and the voices that won’t stop getting closer.

“No, Lily. I can’t let you. This is madness.”

He’s crying now, but she can’t take away his pain with soothing words anymore.

Merlin, she wants to.

“Move, James.”

“No,” he begs, “Please.”

She wipes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and points her wand at her husband with a shaking hand. “Move out of my way before I make you.”

He simply takes a step forward until the wand is digging into his chest. She stares at him for a beat and he pushes her hand away, holding her face in between his loving palms and dropping the most heartbreaking kiss on her lips.

“Please, Lily. Please. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she cries into his mouth, trying to stay quiet as her body shakes with silent sobs. Feeling like death would be a better alternative than this, she directs her wand into James’s side and kisses him back. “And that’s why I have to do this. Stupefy.”

His body goes rigid in her arms, head lolling as unconsciousness takes hold of him. She muffles a couple more sobs into his skin, memorizes the warmth of his body around hers, and gently places him down against the foot of the tree.

She casts a skillful disillusionment charm on him that she reckons will last long enough and keep him safe at least until Sirius and the others come looking for them. She knows her stunning spell had been weak—her heart clearly protesting the intent behind performing it—so at least he’ll be awake and able to respond when help arrives.

“I’m sorry,” She whispers, leaving a lingering kiss on his temple, and convinces herself to finally tear away from him and walk out to greet the Death Eaters.

#asks #claudia answers #claudia writes #claudiawrites #jily #jily fic #jily drabble #jily one shot #angst #hodgepodge #I'm sorry #but also i'm not #prompts #keepingupwithpotters

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Vampire!Fic

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 The Art of Our Necessities by dcfg21 Rated: Explicit Words: 52,682 Tags: Vampire!Harry, Angst, Forced Bonding Summary: After being Turned by a vampire, Harry descends into reckless and dangerous behavior. The Ministry and the Vampire Council devise a way to keep the former Savior on a leash, and his fangs to himself, by forcing him to take a Consort. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Catch Me Before You Fall by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) Rated: Explicit Words: 17357 Tags: Vampire Draco Malfoy, Biting, Blood Drinking, POV Second Person, POV Harry Potter, Hurt/Comfort, Clubbing, Nearly Omniscient Bartender, but aren't they all, Kissing, Dancing, mild jealousy, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Hand Jobs, Draco Being a Git, Harry being oblivious, Draco being oblivious, Harry being thirsty, Draco being really actually thirsty, Switching, Community: daily_deviant Summary: Draco, newly turned, shows up on Harry’s doorstep. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Palace of Eternity by gracerene Rated: Explicit Words: 27909 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Future Fic, POV Harry Potter, Non-Linear Narrative, Harry Potter Partially Epilogue Compliant, Getting Together, Past Relationship(s), Getting Back Together, Creature Fic, Vampires, Vampire Draco Malfoy, Character Death, Wakes & Funerals, Grief/Mourning, Immortality, Past Suicidal Thoughts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bisexual Male Character, Gay Male Character, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Accidental Bonding, Draco Malfoy Speaks French, France (Country), Auror Harry Potter, Ocean, Tattoos, Nipple Piercings, Drinking, Smoking, Romance, Endearments, Biting, Blood Drinking, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, Bottom Harry Potter, Top Draco Malfoy, Implied Switching, Dirty Talk, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Past Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Minor Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, H/D Tropes Exchange Fest 2019 Summary: It had been twelve years, five months, and six days since the last time Harry had laid eyes upon Draco. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Midnight in the City of a Hundred Spires by shiftylinguini Rated: Explicit Words: 25418 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Drinking, Smoking, Sleep Paralysis Imagery, Vampires, Creature Fic, Vampire Draco Malfoy, Light Angst, Dark Humor, Mystery, Intrigue, Clubbing, Dreams, Blow Jobs, Grinding, First Time, Getting Together, Private Investigators, Private Investigator Draco Malfoy, Hopeful Ending, H/D Erised 2019 Summary: Harry Potter is a missing person. Draco Malfoy is a vampire. They are the last two people one would expect to bump into each other in a Creature Bar in Prague, yet to Draco’s absolute shock that is definitely Harry fucking Potter sitting across from him. Even more surprising is that Potter may have a case for him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Is Tu Fuil 'O Mo Chuislean by wench_fics (WeasleyWench) Rated: Explicit Words: 12174 Tags: Violence, Vampire Sex, vampire, hp_vampfest entry, M/M Sex, OOC, artwork: mad1492, NSWF artwork Summary: Harry becomes a vampire - and has to mate soon or be killed. His mate is none other than Draco Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 In The Red by bixgirl1 Rated: Explicit Words: 45629 Tags: Post Hogwarts, Powerful Harry, Creature Fic, Vampire Draco, Rentboy Draco, Angst, Pining, Bonding, cursebreaker harry, POV Alternating, Magical Theory, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Blowjobs, Frotting, Rimming, Semi-Public Sex, Just really lots of sex, no really, There's like 3k of plot in this, Vampire Sex, Blood Drinking, Roleplay, Gift Fic, Switching Summary: When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there. The last thing he expects is to fall in love with him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Draco Malfoy and the Secret Underground Vampire Bureaucracy by Lomonaaeren Rated: Mature Words: 18429 Tags: Vampires, Humor, Bondage, Self-help, Romance, Bonding Summary: In which there is an obsessed Potter, conspiracy theories, bonds, hormones, far too much self-help, and, of course, a secret underground vampire bureaucracy. None of which is as important as the fact that this is not Draco Malfoy’s fault. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Not Quite Like You Imagined by canis_lupus Rated: Explicit Words: 10935 Tags: Vampire Harry, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, HP: EWE Summary: The taste of blood always makes Harry horribly nauseous. Not a fortunate thing if one is a vampire. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Not Today by Kefalion Rated: Teen and Up Words: 2985 Tags: Vampire AU, 18th Century Aristocracy AU, QLFC Summary: It's the winter season. Parliament is in session and everyone of import is in London. Harry has joined them for the first time. He doesn't want to be part of any scandal, but the choice might not be his. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Harry Potter and the Inconvenient Condition by mirabella Rated: Restricted Words: ~20500 Tags: Relatively mild bloodplay, as close as I'm ever likely to get to consent issues Summary: Harry comes back from vacation with an inconvenient case of vampirism and must learn to cope with blood, Malfoy, and recalcitrant secretaries. And if that doesn't tell you everything about the plot you need to know, you haven't read enough badfic. ❤️ Read on Dreamwidth

📜 For Thine Is The Kingdom by kedavranox Rated: Explicit Words: 66928 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Self-Harm, Blood Drinking, Blood and Injury, Guns, Bonding, Soulmates, Mates, Flashbacks, Vampires, Creature Fic, Auror Draco Malfoy, Memory Loss, Memory Alteration, Legilimency, Occlumency, POV Alternating, Background Femslash, Background Slash, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Tattoos, Magical Tattoos, Blow Jobs, Telepathic Bond, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, brief spanking, Hung Draco Malfoy, Shower Sex, post-sex fingering, Rimming, brief breathplay, Dom/sub Undertones, Romance, Frottage, Sex Toys, Pansexual Harry Potter, Language Kink, Families of Choice, Family Issues, Near Death Experiences, Violence, H/D Erised 2018, Community: hd_erised, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Blatant Disregard for Traditional Vampire Lore Summary: On a secret mission, Draco is Turned. With no memory of what happened, he learns that to save his missing Auror partner and regain what he’s lost, he must uncover the long-buried secrets of the vampire covens. To do that, Draco must open his mind and heart to what he has become, the new-found family that surrounds him, and the man who has remained steadfast at his side through it all. Harry spent five years avoiding the man he fell in love with, but when Draco needs his help, he cannot refuse. As they race against the clock to find Draco’s partner, Harry discovers that the bond they share is nothing to hide from, and that he'll never outrun the pace of his own heart. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Thirst by fluxweed Rated: Explicit Words: 4448 Tags: Vampires, Vampire Sex, Vampire Harry Potter, Blood, so much blood, Blood Drinking, Biting, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Drarry Discord Writers Corner Drabble Challenge, HP Kinktober 2020 Summary: The path of Malfoy’s scent is obvious; Harry hasn’t fed for days, so his senses are sharp. Deadly. And Malfoy smells so good. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Business Meetings by Lomonaaeren Rated: Mature Words: 31332 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Vampires Summary: Draco leads a powerful group of vampires. Harry is their Ministry-appointed negotiator. Cue a series of once-monthly meetings where Harry and Draco argue about the various virtues of attacking the Ministry versus holding back from doing so, and, eventually, other things. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Hell Tastes Like Honey by alpha_exodus, chachisoo Rated: Explicit Words: 16122 Tags: Vampire Draco Malfoy, Biting, Blood, Reckless Harry Potter, Teasing, Alcohol, Dancing, Voyeurism, Anal Sex Summary: Malfoy is a vampire. Entirely unrelatedly, Harry wants to fuck him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 For Services Rendered by dracogotgame Rated: Mature Words: 4229 Tags: Mythical Beings & Creatures, Supernatural Elements, Vampires, vampire!Harry, Angst with a Happy Ending, Oneshot, canon? never heard of her, Drarropoly: Founders Edition - A Drarry Game/Fest, Smut, Minor Violence, Morally Ambiguous Character, Semi Healthy Relationships, Lucius Malfoy's A+ Parenting, Alternate Universe - Vampire, this is not fluff, idk what it is but fluff it is not Summary: Draco has always given Father's 'business associates' a wide berth. But his fascination with the vampire may lead him down a dark and twisted path. ❤️ Read on AO3

#vampire #vampire fic #drarry #drarry recs #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

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Distant Harbor

This story idea came out of a dream I had. Yes, I dreamed of Pirate Henry, and it was fantastic! Please be aware that this is my first AU story, my first olden time period story, as well as my first OFC story instead of a reader insert. That being said, feedback would be amazing!! Tell me if you liked it, hated it, want more of it...I’ll take it all.

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If you want me to start a tag list for this story and want to be on it, let me know.

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Summery: As the daughter of a merchant sailor, you convince him to let you accompany him on his current voyage. But when a Pirate Ship is spotted on the horizon, you realize the sea is a dangerous place.

Characters: AU Pirate!Henry x OFC Lucy

Word Count: 2,366

Warnings: Violence, cannon fire, talk of blood, character death, captivity, unwanted touching and kissing, abuse, if you find anything else I need to add here please let me know.

**I do not know or own Henry Cavill(even though I would love to!) The original female character, Lucy, was made up by me.**

***Feedback welcome and encouraged :)***

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The gentle rocking back and forth of the sailing vessel helped lull you into a restful sleep at night, and also woke you from the same slumber. The glow of the rising sun reflected off the ocean, and onto your face. It was the third day into your journey, and the motion and close quarters were already becoming bothersome. Your father was a merchant trader and had reluctantly agreed to let you accompany him on this voyage as you requested. You always dreamed of adventure and new horizons. All you had gotten so far was stir-crazy and discouraging looks from among the crew.

They reasoned that it was unlucky to have a woman aboard a ship as she would anger the sea. But they also apparently felt that certain hygiene practices were unlucky, so you couldn’t put stock in much of what they said. Your father, however, kept a very close eye on you, and usually relegated you to your cabin, to not rile the crew. You were never one for following rules, however, so you decided to dress quickly, and head onto the deck to take in the fresh sea air. You leaned against the deck rail, hands gripping it tightly, eyes scanning the horizon. You squinted your eyes against the sun. Was that a spot of white you just saw? You turned to see if anyone else had seen something when you were joined at the rail by your father.

“Lucy, you know you should not be out here unaccompanied.” His voice sounded tired, but you were unsure if it was due to the nature of his work here, or the number of times he has had to remind you of this fact.

“Father, I know you worry for me, but I am no longer a babe clinging to the nursemaid. I cannot be locked in that cabin the whole journey. I want to experience what you do. I want to experience anything at all.” You looked at him with a steely expression. He softened as he cupped your cheek.

“I know, my dear daughter. But after we lost your dear mother, you are all I have left. You cannot fault me for being an attentive father.” You knew he was right. When sickness took your mother seven years past, it nearly broke him. He gave up sailing for almost a year, to keep you close. To keep you safe. But the banks were only sympathetic for so long before he knew he had to return to the sea. So having you on this voyage with him was, you felt, his way of allowing you freedom, while still keeping you close. You gave your father a kind smile and embraced him close.

“I understand father, and I promise, I will heed your instructions from here out.” Giving you a nod of acceptance, he turned his gaze to the sea. You both stood in calm silence for a few moments, until you saw your father tense and grip the railing. He shouted to the passing crewman.

“Hawkins, get me the spyglass. I think I see sails!” Once the metal tube was placed in his hands, he focused out on the horizon. “Sail, ho! There’s a ship starboard side, 2 leagues out. She’s flying a black flag. Pierce, get to the helm. Keep it at a distance. Don’t let it catch up!” Your father’s authoritative commands both impressed and terrified you.

“Black sails? Father, pirates?” Without answering, he grabbed your arm and led you quickly to your cabin. Once you were safely inside, he commanded you as well.

“Lucy, you must listen to me, this is very important. You must stay in your cabin. We are going to try to outrun the vessel, but we are heavily laden. I cannot guarantee the safety of this ship. I need to know you are safe. Do you understand?” Too terrified to speak, you let out a whimper and frantic nod. Your father gave you a quick smile before running back on deck. Terrified for him and the crew, you knelt where you stood and began to pray.

You were soon startled out of your prayer by the sounds of frantic shouting on deck. You ran to the porthole and saw that the pirate ship was much closer than you thought possible, and getting closer. The order from the deck was to man the cannons and prepare for crossfire. You were in disbelief. This was supposed to be a routine supply voyage. How quickly it had come to this. You hurriedly crossed the cabin to get away from the windows. You sat on your bed, pulled your knees to your chest, and wrapped your arms around them. And that is how you were when the first cannonball hit the ship.

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The barrage lasted what felt like forever. The loud blasts of the cannons soon became shouts and the clashing of steel when your ship was boarded. You sobbed as you drew even further into yourself. You couldn’t tell who was winning, but you were too scared to see for yourself. And you promised your father you would stay in the cabin. Your heart was pounding when the sounds of fighting outside seemed to stop. Was your father's crew victorious? Is your father safe? What will happen next?

You got your answer when someone began banging on the door from the outside. Your father had locked it, thank god, but if whoever it was could not unlock it, then it was not your father. Panicked and thinking quickly, you hid in your wardrobe. A few more loud bangs sounded against the door before it burst open. You held your breath, terrified whoever just entered would hear you. From your hiding spot, you couldn’t see anything, but you heard them ransacking the room. They must not know you were there but just looking to pillage. You couldn’t help shaking knowing that they would eventually look in the wardrobe and discover you there. Almost as if you willed it by thinking it, the door was wrenched open, and you let out a small scream of surprise.

“Oi, what do we ‘ave ‘ere, then?” The pirate grabbed you by the arm and pulled you to stand in the cabin. “Yer a pretty lass, ain’t ye? Methinks me treasure been found ‘ere, ay?” You desperately tried to get out of his rough grip, as he began to grope and grab at you.

“Let me go! You cannot do this!” You made your voice sound as commanding as possible, but the pirate just laughed. Your heart clenched as fear grew in you.

“Ye think so, princess? There is plenty I can do, don’t ye fret.” His hands kept grabbing through layers of fabric, and you kept swatting them away. Once he got frustrated, he grabbed your chin in his dirty hand and kissed you roughly. Throwing your head back to escape the kiss, you slapped him roughly across the face. “Oh I like em feisty, I do.” He spat and tried to kiss you again. You struggled against his rough hold on your face and kept tossing your head back and to the side to avoid his foul mouth. Angered by your defiance, he roughly grabbed both arms and slammed your back hard into the cabin wall. Pain shot down your spine as it collided with the hard surface. You were unable to stop his mouth’s assault this time. When you felt his tongue attempt to break through you bit down as hard as you could. He let out a scream mixed with pain and anger. His hand was lightning quick as it struck you hard in the cheek. Tears blocked your vision as blood pooled on your split lip. “Don’t make me get a muzzle on ye, bitch!” Just then, another pirate stormed in, took in the scene in front of him, and his eyes clouded with anger.

“Smythe, ye know the Captain’s rules. All prisoners need be brought to him. What do ye think yer doin’?”

“Just having a bit o’ fun. No ‘arm in that, is there?”

“Ye can have yer fun when ye finish yer job. Now get the girl to the Captain, and shove off!” You had been too scared to speak during their exchange. You only managed a whimper when the man called Smythe grabbed your arm painfully and began to drag you onto the deck. More strangled sounds came out as you saw the carnage on deck. Your father's crew, the men you had been sailing with, all dead. The bottom of your dress dragged in the blood on the deck as he pulled you towards the gangplank. However, your body stopped still when you saw one particular face you recognized amongst the havoc. The lifeless face of your father.

“FATHER! NO!” You wailed. You pulled with all your strength and managed to wrench free of your captive’s grasp. You ran to him and knelt at his side. Your hands fluttered over him, helpless, as you wept for him. You laid your head on his bloodied chest and sobbed. Too soon, you felt the pirate yank you to your feet. “Please, no! I cannot leave him. Let me go! Please…” you begged to deaf ears. He continued to drag you to the waiting pirate ship, all the while you were fighting to return to your father’s body. He didn’t utter a word to you. You didn’t expect sympathy, but you expected something. The rest of the way, every lifeless face had the visage of your father.

Now on board the pirate ship, you were led to the cabin directly under the helm, the captain’s cabin. The room was empty, but you were tossed in any way. The pirate roughly sat you on a wooden chair in the corner of the room, and without care, tightly tied your hands behind your back. You thought of trying to fight your bonds, but you couldn’t find the strength. You had nothing left. You were alone. And now, you belonged to the captain.

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You were unsure how long you waited in that cabin, tied to the chair alone. Your thoughts were only of your father, his crew, and your horrible fate. Would the captain kill you? Enslave you? Molest you? As terrified as you were, your fight was gone. You decided to accept your fate, whatever that may be. A short time later, you startled as the silence was broken. The doorknob turned, and the loud boot steps of the captain rang in the cabin.

You were terrified to look up and face him, so your gaze stayed trained on the ground. A few steps later, the boots came into view, and then stopped in front of you. The silence filled the room again, almost as if he was waiting on you. Shaking, you slowly raised your head and took in the man standing in front of you. He was a giant of a man. Tall and broad. His dark curls rested wild on his forehead, almost hiding his striking blue eyes. His mouth was set in a hard line as if he was unsure what to do with you. You weren’t sure why he wasn’t saying anything. Doing anything. He was just staring at you.

“Please, sir. Please don’t hurt me. My father was on that ship. He’s dead now. I don’t want him lying there alone. Please.” You begged between sobs. He sighed deeply before speaking.

“I am Captain Henry Cavill. You are a prisoner aboard my ship, The Wretched Blue. While you are a prisoner here, you will be in my care. But do not think it will be a comfort. You will fetch a large amount of coin for me, so I will see to your captivity. Do you understand?” His tone was very direct and full of business. When he looked you in the eye, he did not show emotion. Trembling with sobs at your fate, you lowered your eyes from his gaze and let out a defeated sigh. Taking that as the only acceptance he needed, he turned towards the pirate that appeared there and started giving him orders that you were unable to hear.

Before long, he had returned with a cot and bedding, seeing as there was only sleeping furniture for one in the cabin. It was apparent that he had also ordered the pirate to return to your ship, and your cabin, because the next item he brought in was your trunk. The lock and hinges were broken on it, so it was clear it had been riffled through. The last item was secreted to the captain before you could discern what it was. But you paid it no mind. You were thoroughly defeated and wanted nothing more than to surrender to the blackness at the edge of your vision. The captain gave his crewman a satisfied nod and granted him leave. You were once again left alone with the intimidating man.

“I am your captor, but I am also a fair man. I will not be cruel, but there will be rules to follow. And punishments if those rules are not obeyed. Do you understand?” Your head nodded in shallow agreement. “Well then, as I stated, I am not a cruel man, so I will leave you to grieve. Do I have your word you will not try to escape? Or do I need to bind you?” Again without words, you shook your head to assure him you would not try anything. “Fine. The accommodations are small, but I offer you the bed as your own. Cross me, and your stay will not be nearly as comfortable.” He turned to walk away but stopped just short of the door. He came back to you, reached into his vest pocket, and pulled out the item that was handed to him along with your trunk. Silently, he handed it to you and breezed out of the room. You stared at the item in your hands and fresh sobs grew in your chest. It was the small portrait you had of your mother and father. This brought everything into perspective. You were now very alone.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #HenryCavill #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fanfic #Henry Cavill fandom #pirate!henry #henry cavill au #au!henry

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visenyatargaryn · 3 years

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Once, she had been a wife, a mother… someone who had finally found their happily ever after. However, that all came crashing down once the bombs fell and her once beautiful life turned into ashes before her eyes. After being the only survivor from Vault 111, Evangeline made her way into what was now known as the Commonwealth with one mission in mind:

To find her son and get revenge on the bastard who murdered her husband.

With the ongoing search, Evangeline eventually found herself in one particular neighborhood where she would meet a peculiarly dressed ghoul who—unbeknownst to her, would become the one to drag her out of her ever-growing darkness and back into the light. However, will it be enough to find her son? To save him from the clutches of the Institute? Or will she forever lose the last thing that brought happiness to her?

CHAPTER TWO || Reclaimed Memories || G || 2610 words || ao3

After her arrival to the strange neighborhood and barely escaping a near-death situation, Evangeline must consider her options while learning who she can and cannot trust. The ghoul who had saved her seemed trustworthy, but was it the truth? Or was there something deeper that lay hidden behind the smiles and charm of Goodneighbor's Mayor? Either way, her life was now in the hands of the strangely dressed ghoul and Evangeline hopes that his actions are genuine and not something of a façade.

When Evangeline woke, it was to the sound of birdsong outside her window. The pillow against her cheek was soft and smelled faintly of roses. Blinking away the sleep in her eyes, she felt the warmth of the sun as it shined through the partially opened window. A crisp autumn breeze filtered into the room, making the thin, dark blue curtains flutter. She found herself lying on a queen-sized bed with freshly laundered sheets. Across from her was the man she fell in love with many years ago, sleeping peacefully. Evangeline reached over to stroke his face lightly with her fingers.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Dmitri said with a sleep-induced voice as a smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

Evangeline could not stop herself from smiling as well, kissing him lightly on the mouth. She could scarcely imagine spending her life without him as it would be one that was not worth living. He caressed her cheek, gazing deeply into her emerald-green eyes.

“What shall we do today? Hm?” she asked, propping herself up to get a better look at her husband.

His bed-ridden hair was dark like hers and cut short to the military standard all soldiers wore. His eyes were a blue so vibrant that Evangeline would sometimes get lost in them as if she were looking into the deep blue sea itself. Studying his face, she noticed the scar that ran across his left eye that Dmitri had earned during his time with the Russian Mafia—a life they had both miraculously escaped from in the end. Evangeline was far luckier as she had left unscathed. However, Dmitri's past had caught up to him, and the government had given him a choice—face the death penalty or fight for their freedom by joining the military ranks. Either way, it was a death sentence as not long after he had joined, the Great War had begun.

“After breakfast,” he began while tucking a strand of Evangeline’s hair behind her ear. “We could take Shaun to the park. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day today, and it would be good to finally spend some time together—all of us. It’s been some time.”

He was right, of course. It had been far too long since all three of them got out of the house and spent time together. Dmitri had just returned home from the war. Evangeline was always busy at the Detective Agency with the recent rise in homicide cases. There had not been a chance to have an opportunity like this arise, so she wanted to make the most out of it.

The park, though…

Evangeline vividly remembered the last time they had gone to the park together almost a year ago. It was before Dmitri had left to go fight in the war. She recalled begging him endlessly not to go, afraid that he would be added to the long list of those that had left her in some way. He had refused but promised her that he would return to her, no matter what it took. It was an empty promise, she knew but dared not tell him that. To return from war in one piece is no easy task, and it always came with the risk of losing a part of yourself along the way—that is, if you survived at all. It was not long after their conversation had ended that they had made love behind the great oak tree.

“What, so you can get me pregnant again?” she joked lightly as the memory brought a smile to her face.

Suddenly, the deafening sound of sirens blaring came from outside. Her attention going towards the window. Evangeline watched as her neighbors rushed past as if to outrun the inevitable doom that was about to rain hell down upon them.

“Shaun!” Evangeline yelled while scrambling off the bed and into her son's room. However, upon entering the nursery, she found the crib empty and her son gone. How can that be? He should be here… Evangeline’s heart began to beat rapidly as she felt the panic slowly rise inside of her.

“Evie?” Her husband called from the doorway. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“W-where…” she spoke to no one in particular. Shaun—her beautiful son, was gone. Turning to where her husband stood, Evangeline’s breath caught as her eyes widened in terror. Dmitri, who had been fine just moments before, now looked as if he had been shot in the head. She watched in horror as blood slowly oozed out of the gaping wound. Evangeline’s breathing became ragged as she started to sob.

Soon after, a blinding white light burst throughout the room, just as a scream tore from her throat. The cloud mushroomed upward, piercing the sky. Rings of white bloom around the peak as if they were halos, and the cloud itself was an angel—one that was wreathed in pure terror and destruction. The great inferno then erupted outwards, devouring everything in its path. A wave of heat hit in full force, but it did not hurt Evangeline. Not even when everything around her buckled into itself. Evangeline tried to call out to Dmitri, but it was useless. Everything was far too loud for him to hear her pleas, and all she could do was watch as the love of her life transformed into something else—something horrific. His clothes turned into a faded crimson, while his skin looked as if it were melting and then hardening all at once. Meanwhile, all around them, the world continued to burn, engulfing them both in flames.

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Reality crashed into Evangeline as she awoke, gasping for air as if she were drowning and couldn’t resurface. Her body ached from every little movement she made. Finally, coming to her senses, Evangeline realized that she was lying in a bed with a soft blanket covering her. Looking around, she noted that it was a moderately clean room, especially for one that was found in the Wastelands. She attempted to get up, but the pain shooting through her leg quickly put an end to that.

“Easy there, sister,” came a familiar voice. She saw that the ghoul who had saved her was sitting at the edge of her bed. His face was masked with concern as he looked her over. “You’re not quite ready to take on the day just yet.”

“Where—where am I?” Evangeline asked, still shaken from the nightmare. The bed creaked beneath her weight as she shifted to prop herself up to look around the room. She noticed it was a simple enough room with the basic furniture that every bedroom had.

“Goodneighbor, but you probably want the specifics. This is my office.” Hancock’s expression softened. “After what happened two nights ago—I wanted to keep you close.”

Evangeline didn’t know what to say. They had just met, and already he wanted to protect her? Of course, this wasn’t the first time she had been told such things. The people in Evangeline’s life had told her something similar all her life—including her own father. In the end, they all had left her one way or another. The only person who had stayed true to their word was Dmitri—or so she thought. Before the bombs fell, Evangeline had accidentally stumbled across divorce papers stuffed at the bottom of the dresser. It had felt like a full blow to the gut, but now… now she felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. All of those drunken late nights coming home, finding the wine stains that weren’t visible to the common eye and the lipstick that was the wrong shade found underneath the collar of his shirts. All the evidence was there, but still, she turned her head the other way, not wanting to believe the horrible truth that was right in front of her.

“Two nights ago? Have I really been out that long?” Evangeline asked, not quite believing that she had been incapacitated that long. It had seemed like it was just a couple of hours, but feeling how stiff her limbs were—perhaps that may not be the case.

“You were in pretty bad shape,” he answered, not taking his eyes off her. “Hell, you left a trail of blood leading outside the gate…”

She had almost forgotten about her encounter with the group of raiders who had set a trap prior to her arrival. If she had only seen through the lie that the woman had told her, then perhaps she would not be in this mess. Evangeline had always been too trustworthy of strangers, even after she had been fucked over by plenty of people in the past. It was something Dmitri had told her to be cautious of on multiple occasions. If only she had listened to him all those years ago.

“The name’s Hancock, by the way. How you holdin’ up?” he asked while tilting his head to the side, examining her.

Fucking terrible. Evangeline wanted to say but didn’t, but in all honesty, she wasn’t sure anymore. Her old life had been unfairly taken from her, and she now lived in a world full of strangers where none could be trusted—not even those that seemed trustworthy. To make matters worse, everything out there wanted to kill her—let it be people or creatures alike.

Evangeline let out a deep breath. “I’ll manage,” she said with a wave of her hand as if dismissing the fact that she was slowly falling apart, whether it be mentally or physically. Looking at the ghoul, she wasn't sure if he actually believed her or not, as his black eyes didn't reveal anything. “The name’s Evangeline, but you can call me Evie if you like.”

“So, what the hell happened to you out there?” Hancock asked instead, changing the subject entirely.

Where do I even begin? So much has happened to her in the last few months, and right now—the bad was outweighing the good. She figured telling him a bit of truth wouldn’t hurt while focusing on the more recent events. Evangeline kept more of the personal stuff out, like how her son was missing and how she had been alive before the war. Perhaps one day, she would tell him, but right now, Evangeline didn’t know whether or not to trust the strangely dressed ghoul even if he did save her life.

“I was careless..” Evangeline began, closing her eyes as if reliving the entire thing over again. “I should have known better, but I was so goddamn stupid.”

She continued, telling him what happened. About the desperate mother screaming about her child who had been gravely injured. Evangeline had not even given it a second thought, her mother instincts taking over. However, she found out later that it was a trap, an ambush set up by raiders. The woman, who had been disguised as the fretful mother, was part of the entire thing. Evangeline had been foolish enough to fall for it, which nearly cost her her own life.

“Shit.. and you survived all that?” Hancock asked, with a hint of surprise found in his voice.

A sudden burst of anger flared up inside of her.

“Just because I needed saving once,” she said, feeling irritated that he would undermine her ability to handle herself, “doesn’t exactly mean that I’m some fucking damsel who always needs some knight in shining armor to rescue me.” For once, Evangeline wanted people to not think just because she was a woman did not mean that she was incapable of taking care of herself. Why were men so hard to comprehend the matter, she wondered. She was just as capable as any man—if not more so.

“Woah, didn’t mean to cause offense there, sister,” Hancock said, defensively raising his hands. “I’m just impressed, is all. Most vaulties wouldn’t last a day out there, but you—you’re not like most vaulties… are ya?”

“Vaultie?” she asked, confused by the term. Hancock nodded to the pile of neat and freshly laundered clothes that were laid on the dresser. Oh. Evangeline realized the obviousness of the vault-tec suit she had received upon arriving at Vault 111. Soon after, her cheeks then flushed from embarrassment as the realization hit her like a brick smashing through a window. Looking down, Evangeline found that she was wearing nothing but her undergarments beneath the blankets.

Hancock let out a chuckle, which only made her blush more. “Don’t worry, the doc was the one who did all the undressing.”

A slight wave of relief flowed through her from hearing his words. Usually, Evangeline would not be so easily phased by the nakedness of her body around others. After running away from home after turning eighteen, Evangeline was employed as a dancer for eight years at a club on the strip district. During her time there, most of Philadelphia's male population had seen her in very little clothing. This was different, however. Evangeline wasn’t performing a show, and that was a time long before she had gained all the scars that will forever mark her body—face included.

“I’m sure you didn’t just stumble through these parts by accident,” Hancock pointed out, his voice changing to a more serious tone. “Even for someone as capable as yourself, this area is dangerous. If it’s not the raiders that you need to watch out for, then it’s the gunners or supermutants—both of which are worse than those that did this to you.” He waved a hand toward her leg.

Evangeline chewed on her bottom lip, grimacing slightly from the pain where it had been busted. “I was to meet a synth—by the name of Nick Valentine. He’s… did he by chance come by while I was out cold?”

He shook his head. “No sign of our synth friend yet, but I’ll make sure to send word as soon as that old bag of bolts walks through the gate. Now, you should get some rest because those wounds aren’t gonna heal overnight.”

She watched as the ghoul—her savior, walked toward the door.

Rest. Evangeline didn’t want to rest. She would rather be out there trying to find her son, who was still missing—and possibly in danger. Besides, she doubted it would come to her so easily. Not only that, but the thought of closing her eyes for more than a minute terrified her. Evangeline's nightmares were not getting any better, and she didn’t know how much longer she could handle these sleepless nights.

“Hancock?” she called after him, causing him to pause at the door with his hand rested on the handle. “I—thank you for… y'know, saving me.”

He looked back to where she lay. “Don’t mention it, but please, get some rest.”

Without another word, Hancock turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind him. Now that he was gone, Evangeline’s mind wandered freely about her current situation until her eyelids became too heavy. Although she wanted to trust the strangely dressed ghoul, there was no telling whether the kindness he gave toward her was for his own gain—or if it was actually genuine. A part of her knew everything in the Commonwealth came with a price—even if it was something as small as saving someone’s life. Either way, that scared Evangeline the most.

The unknowing.

Evangeline was always one who stayed a couple of steps ahead of everything, but now? Now, it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she was always more than a few steps behind, and that—that didn’t sit well with her at all.

#fallout #fallout 4 #hancock x sole survivor #usermacy #queennymeria #chuckhansen #a different kind of rush #oc: evangeline zotova #mine*#fic*#writings*#i tried™

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minalous · 4 years

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hearts on red (m)

pairing: jungkook x reader

description/warnings: vampire!jungkook, marking, biting, rough sex, unprotected sex, mentions of character death || You wish to run away from your past but it seems you will never outrun it. Not when your past is Jungkook. (small Jungkook vampire oneshot)

genre: smut | angst

word count: 2.4k

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Dark days. Those were the darkest days of winter. The wind blowing harshly against your warm skin, the rain pouring down on you, soaking your clothes.

Most of the people would say that the winter was the worst of the four seasons. You were the one to always object. You would say that you found winter to be beautifully created.

The cruel coldness of its darkness, the powerful wind that froze the heart of the world until the nature was drowned under its rain overdose and the heavy white veils of snow worked magic on the grey colourless buildings.

How you loved to watch the cold snow capturing every little detail of the nature's canvas.The marvels outcome was thrilling.

It was now December.

One of the thrills of December was to visit up to Korea'l N Seoul tower in the most beautiful time of the year; in December's first snowfall. Since you were a little girl you loved to experience the view of the first snow falling. How amazing it was, how beautiful it felt to see it painting the dark sky with the colour of white.

You loved to go there alone, to stand still for hours waiting for the snow, no cold to interfere between your love for the first snowfall recital. It was a promise you had made long ago, inside your heart you silently took a vow to never break it even when things would make it impossible to keep it.

So you found a way to keep your promise unbroken; one of your closest friends was in the tower's security so he would always pretend no one was there, he would silently wait until you were satisfied with the movie like capturing view taking life in front of you.

He could not understand the devoted, yet strange obsession you had over the pure white snow.

That year, you were there again to wait for it to happen before your eyes. The news talked about the prediction of the snow's awaited arrival, mentioning that it seemed it would be snowing for over two days before finally stopping.

You stood still, your slim fingers wrapped around the railings, eyes following the restless city when all you craved for was to have silence cover the deafening sound of the cars below.

The wish to see the snow didn't take long to come true. It was dark and the snow had just started falling, clumps of wet flakes drifting down, the air moist and your hair waving to the wind's breath.

The snow seemed so perfect as it was painting the colourful city below your feet. Huge blankets of snow, covering every surface it touched in magnificent cases of frozen water. A heavenly beauty.

The snow suddenly became a blinding sea of white, beating against your face, making your eyes squint to the rising white storm. You took a few steps back to get under cover, the wind now howled, piling up snow in drifts, blinding the night with its ice white dust.

The view could have anyone spellbound; the trees and the buildings gracefully covered in the white veil of snow. The view had you breathless, too lost into it to realise someone was there with you.

Until you felt a hot breath on your neck. You turned around to meet the eyes of a beautiful young man. He was standing right next to you, hands inside his black coat's pockets, his black jeans hugging his lower part tightly.

His hair was falling in front of his eyes, the wind kept messing with it and it seemed like silk. The eyes you kept looking into were like two dark moons, two mesmerising black holes that could devour you whole without any resistance.

"I am sorry if I scared you"

When you heard his voice, you instantly felt your whole body stiffening under his silky, deep voice. You never thought someone's voice could have such an effect on you.

"N-no, it's okay"

You were at loss of words as you turned around to face him properly.

"I thought no one would be up here at this time"

"I know someone into the security team and.. you can figure out how I am still up here"

"You made him let you come up here with your cuteness?"

The young man tilted his head with a smirk plastered on his pink lips.

"What? No! No! He is a friend of mine and he lets me come up here every year"

"Is that so?" Well.. Tonight you'll spend the night with me"

Before you could speak, the young man pushed you against the wall. He closed the space between you, arms wrapped around your smaller frame. One inhale of his musky scent and you were already drunk into his embrace. His right hand dropped to your naked thigh, pulling up the skirt that hugged you tightly. You couldn't move, his veiny arms had somehow cast a spell on you, your mind going blank in the best possible way.

One touch and it was over, it was as if he knew how to make you bend to his will. You felt your skin on fire whenever his silk, slim fingers touched you. You tried to move, to touch him back, the need to feel him too growing bigger inside of you but it felt as if your body was tied by invisible threads.

You could feel yourself getting lost under his every touch, he leaned closer to your face and let his pink lips brush against yours. He roughly bit on your lower lip, his tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap nicely around yours. His kisses were hard but you enjoyed every bit of it.

You began to slowly move your hips against his, desperation and lust showed him how needy you were for him. As you moved, the edges of your white skirt caressed his veiny hands.

"I know you want it, but..." he paused

"But what?"

"I am sure that you will regret it sweetheart."

"I will regret nothing" you breathed and kissed the young man again, your lips meeting his into a hungry kiss

The change was immediate.

The young man pushed your harder against the cold wall, a soft moan slipped from your lips and he came to discover that you wished no part of gentleness. And that he would give you.

He turned you around, your face meeting the wall, hands roaming under your tight skirt only to pull it up to see your matching white silk panties soaked with your wetness.

"You are ready for me, huh?" you heard his raspy voice whispering to you

The only thing you heard was his hands moving before your panties moved to the side. He harshly pulled your legs apart, soft lips on the crook of your neck. With a sudden move he filled your wet core with his hard length, the veiny hands you so admired now wrapped around your neck in hope to keep your quiet and then he began to move.

He didn't let you adjust to him, hips moving in a rapid, harsh pace, every thrust met your body, pushing you ruthlessly against the wall he had you trapped. Your muffled moans were the most precious little thing to the young man, essential to keep him going rougher and rougher until you would collapse into his hands, to turn you into a satisfied mess.

"Can you keep with that sweetheart?" he whispered into your ear "Or should I stop?"

It was hard to focus, mind wrapped up in a blanket of desire and ecstasy that only continued to build with each thrust of his hips, the force driving you up the wall as your knees started to give up.

"Answer me, sweetheart or I'll stop" he threatened

"Please." you breathed, sweat plastering your hair to your face. "Please, don't stop."

You wondered why you loved what this stranger made you do, your stomach tightened and you almost came. But if anything, his silky, deep voice and his roughness made everything so much deeper, more sensual. His hand alights on your neck, his movements sloppier as he was about to come.

"Let me come inside you, sweetheart" his voice was so ecstatic that you could only nod to his question without hesitation.

It didn't take long for your core to tighten around his hard length, your orgasm rushing through your body in waves and although you were almost desperately out of breath because of his tight grip around your neck, you let him come only to listen to his voice.

And you were right to do so; his little whines as he came inside you were the hottest thing you had ever heard in your life. The young man stopped for a few moments, his pants and heavy breathing were all you could hear. He pulled out of you and fixed himself, the same thing he did for you afterwards.

"Thank you" you said shyly

"No worries, sweetheart"

The young man helped you turn around to meet your eyes again, your face flustered, a light pink covering your cheeks.

"I don't even know your name but we had this intimate moment" you whispered under your breath

"Intimate moment?" he said smirking "If you want to put it that way, sweetheart. My name is Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook"

Your eyes widened to the sound of his name, your body stiffening once more but for a different reason.

"No" you said in desperation "No, no, no. You cannot be him. The police had you locked. They had you locked!" you screamed your last words

"Aren't you glad I am out to be with you?" he replied softly

His words were still wrapped into the silky tone of his voice, nothing compared to yours.

"I don't want you anywhere near me." you begged but he didn't even listen

"We are meant to be together"

"You hurt me!"

"Can't you see how much you loved my touch? You begged for it just a few seconds ago."

"Because you tricked me! You pretended to be someone else"

"Did I? Did I say something to hide my identity?"

"You.. you didn't say who you were, Jungkook"

"You looked right into my eyes and you didn't see who I was?"

"NO!"

"You are lying to yourself.. You are"

"Jungkook you killed my parents to just have me all for yourself!"

"And is that a reason to hold a grudge? They were abusing you and didn't even love you!"

"But they were my parents!"

"Can't you see I am the only one that can make you happy like I did in the past?"

"I am afraid of you! Of who you are!"

"Then let me turn you.. Please let me turn you" his voice was pleading

You were silent, you were almost not breathing.

"If I become a vampire, would we always be together as you promised back then? When we were happy?"

"Yes, sweetheart. We will be together. And I promise.. I won't kill anyone if you don't want me to"

Giving in to him was the answer, same as you had done in the past because you were as crazy as he was. The only sanity you had left was taken away the moment your parents were murdered in front of your by Jungkook. The day the first snow fell, the day your innocence was lost.

"I won't. I will let you kill those who mistreated you by the years. You will have your revenge. And it will be beautiful"

With no more words, you moved your hair to the side and exposed your neck to him.

"You are such an obedient girl for me sweetheart. I love you"

"Please taste me, Jungkook" you said in an almost begging voice

His primal instincts were awakened and he wanted to taste your blood, to turn you into a vampire, to have you with him for the eternity. You tilted your head to the side and made it easier for Jungkook to reach your neck.

"It will hurt for a few seconds, but I promise you that it will feel good. I will make you feel good before you turn" you closed your eyes as you heard his words, meeting your fate.

He could smell your scent mixed with your sweet blood as he was closer to your neck. His fangs met your neck, harshly piercing your warm skin and they were now inside your flesh.

He could feel the blood dripping inside his mouth, the ambrosial taste of your blood was making him feed on your relentlessly. He felt your heartbeat growing weaker as he kept feeding on you, bringing you closer to your death.

Hands snaking around your waist, holding you tighter and closer to his body. He was feeling your warm body giving up, your life ending and he stopped feeding on you when your heart nearly stopped.

Jungkook fed you his blood and waited for you to turn back to life; to have you as his equal. And you did come back.. Your eyes black as the night and your skin cold as the snow.

His blood was running through your veins, marked by him.. You were one now.

Jungkook held you tight inside his arms as he showed you your common friend behind the glass door. The guard was walking around, leaving footprints on the white snow that kept falling heavily.

And in that moment you had what you wished for.. You had Jungkook without fearing for your life. And you were strong as he was. The prey was right in front of you, no hesitation to have your first bite.

You were painting nature's canvas.

You were one with the winter's coldness.

Your skin painted from the white pure snow.

The snow that was now turning into pure red.

#jungkook x reader #ksmutclub #ficswithluv #bangtanidx #magicshopnet #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook scenarios

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strangeinternetwasteland · 3 years

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Love and Death

Authors note: Apollo is an O/C thought up and drawn by @bootsdoesart. @titanialev sent me one of many ideas, without you both I wouldn’t’ve been bring this wonderful character to life.

This is a series of one shots that go in no particular order.

“Are you afraid to die?” Apollo asked you randomly one night. The two of you had barely started dating. You had just returned from a small gathering at a friends home. You knew he was always a quiet, super goofy guy. The sudden change in his demeanor and the mood was shocking. You were the serious one usually. This was new. His fingers absently played with your hair as he thought looking at the starless night sky. He didn’t seem like he was depressed, if you were being honest. He was being introspective. He snuggled closer to you. You thought about his words. The silence weighed heavy between you.

“The thing about death is that it is inevitable. You cannot outrun death.” You said to him. Turning to face him you try to read his face. At this moment, he was unreadable and staring up. You hear him give a deep sigh.

“You’re right. There is nothing we can do but live for this moment.” He agreed, his mood suddenly brightening. He stood up holding his hand out for you to stand with him. You happily took it. He pulled you close to him, and gently moved your hair behind your ear. It sent shivers all over your body. His warm breath right next to your ear.

“If I could kiss you right now, I’d die a happy man.” He whispered into your ear. He pulled his face back and smiled. That smile made you melt. He looked at you for acceptance of his offer.

“You know it’s not nice to leave a person waiting,” You teased him and playfully hit his chest.

He cupped your chin and tilted your face up, and as he did he bent down to meet your lips. One perfect first kiss. Your insides grew warmer and he kissed you. He kissed you deeper for a moment before breaking it.

“You know, you’re short.” He teased you. You playfully hit him again. You looked at the large clock hanging on the wall to check the time and groaned.

“I’ll give you a ride home but you do know you can stay here in my bed with me.” Apollo tried provoking you.

You just laughed at him. “I can always take a taxi home.”

“You cannot. I will not have anyone but me take you home. That is final!” He said sternly.

You shut your mouth and gathered your things, you didn’t want to risk making Apollo angry. Even though Apollo had given you a sharp tone, his happy demeanor was still there. He helped you to the car, and opened your door for you. He slid into the driver's seat wordlessly and started the car. The drive to your apartment was only about a ten minute drive, and it was the most agonizing ride home. You found yourself wanting to apologize, but you knew you had nothing to apologize for. You felt his hand reach for yours, and you slipped your fingers between his larger ones.

“We’ve arrived at your destination, Princess” Apollo said smiling at you. He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. He walked around and opened the door for you. He took your hand and walked you to the front door of your apartment.

“Good night, Apollo. I had a great time.” You said with a hint of sadness.

“Have a great evening, love,” Apollo replied. He bent down to give you one last kiss. “Until next time.”

Your heart beat a little too fast, and your smile was a bit too big. You already had a pretty good night, and it couldn’t possibly get any better. You unlocked your door and softly closed it behind you. You went into your bedroom to get ready for bed. The last thing you remember was you thinking about Apollo kissing you, and then you drifted into a happy slumber.

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fanfic-corner · 4 years

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Major Character Death

Yes. I’m evil. I will make you cry. May the odds be ever in your favour.

Twist and Shout by gabriel and standbyme on AO3. (97,556 words).

Tags: AU.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Notes: First of all, this is the reason I am torturing myself and making this list. I absolutely cannot convey to you both how amazing this was and how much I cried. Seriously, I had to stop because I couldn’t physically read it at one point. Every fandom has its own Twist and Shout (I’m thinking Alone On The Water for Sherlock) and I don’t think I will ever get over this.

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous by zoemathemata on AO3. (57,593 words).

Tags: Temporary Character Death, Violence, Alternate Universe, Human Castiel, Suicide.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: When his partner Uriel, betrays him, Federal Agent Castiel Novak is saved from becoming a ritual sacrifice by brothers Dean and Sam Winchester. Discovering the world of the supernatural and learning about werewolves, wendigoes, vampires and things that go bump in the night also leads to learning more about Dean and the strange life he and his brother lead. The more he learns, the more Castiel finds himself drawn into Dean’s world and toward Dean himself.Until Uriel wants to complete the ritual he started.

Notes: I’m not sure if it entirely counts as Major Character Death, but it is tagged as that, so we’ll roll with it. The plot was fabulous, their relationship was as adorable as ever, and I loved it.

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance on AO3. (31,280 words).

Tags: Horror, Psychological Trauma, Domestic Violence.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh.But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

Notes: Excellently written, it made me cry, and the ending was incredible.

Outrun My Gun by Misachan on AO3. (33,070 words).

Tags: Time Travel, Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe, Ghosts.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: "The two of you are so stubborn you've made Heaven blink." Finally convinced that Sam and Dean will never say yes and accept their destinies, Heaven and Hell come up with a new plan, one that will redraw the Apocalypse and make everything run much more smoothly. All they need is Dean Winchester's soul.

Notes: Very cute and slightly depressing towards the end (which is all I expect from anything tagged major character death, if I’m being honest).

Named by RC_McLachlan on AO3. (94,596 words).

Tags: Episode Related, Season 4, Alternate Canon.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Jesus Christ is dead. Somehow, that isn't the worst part of Dean's week.

Notes: Weird plot, but I loved it! The plot twist was excellent, and Gabriel (plus his whole garrison) making pasta art made me laugh out loud. I only wish we could have seen Sam’s inevitable bitchfit.

A (Somewhat) Brief Biography Of Dean Winchester by smile_for_me on AO3. (3,285 words).

Tags: Character Death, Major Illness, Suicide, Suicide Notes, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Heaven, Sad, Sad Ending, Sad With a Happy Ending, kind of.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: "You shouldn't have done it," Cas whispers. Of course Cas would know what he had done, Cas always knew everything even if he didn't tell him. "I could have waited." Dean smiled, pulling back just enough to see his familiar face. "You've always been the patient one out of the two of us," he replies softly. "I couldn't wait any longer." And then Dean kisses him. And that's when Dean is finally happy.

Or, the story of how Dean met Castiel and his life became infinitely better, until it didn't.

Notes: I didn’t love it, but I didn’t hate it. It just was what it was.

The Consequences of Falling by FayJay on AO3. (37,144 words).

Tags: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ruby, Castiel, Uriel.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: A story in fifteen parts, in which the angel Castiel finds himself put in an untenable position, and consequentially loses his grace. In which he goes on a roadtrip with a demon, discovers the delights of tequila and french fries and pie, plays a starring role in a virgin sacrifice, is deflowered by his favourite Winchester, and then gets some very unpleasant news indeed.

Notes: I actually kind of ship Ruby and Sam in this, which is weird because I was never quite sure when watching the show (Jared and Gen are cute though).

In the Spine by Castiel_Left_His_Mark_On_Me on AO3. (5,467 words).

Tags: Castiel-centric, Original Character Death(s), Letters, Love Letters, Secrets, Angst, Post-Canon, Unrequited Love, Heartbreak, Dreams, Supportive Sam, Demons, Fallen Castiel, Human Castiel.

My Rating: 2 stars.

Description: Sam finds an old letter that Dean wrote for Castiel.

Notes: It wasn’t written particularly well so I kind of got the general gist of the work but I was mostly confused what was happening (that might just be me, though).

So, merry Christmas and a happy Halloween. I will not be held responsible for any tears shed. Also, I’m fully aware that some of these may not classify as major character death in your mind - certainly some of them didn’t for me - but the authors have tagged them all as that, and I don’t know what else to tell you. Anyway, I’m gonna go scrounge up enough money to watch season 12, so good luck, and don’t forget the ice cream.

#fanfic #destiel #ficrecs #major character death #sad boi hours

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Princess pt 2

A/N Hello! Sorry I haven't posted this weekend. I actually had a social life to attend to this weekend. That and stranger things to binge. Enough about me here is part two! As always feedback is greatly appreciated but most importantly ENJOY!

The field plunges into mayhem as guests trample one another to find safety. Finally they will speak of something other than your beauty.

They scream, fearful of your power, of you. Todoroki and Midoriya mirror Kirishima protectimg their entourage, guiding them back but staying close should Father call on them.

Adrenaline is fading fast and father is pulling hard on your quirk. So is Griffen, your eldest brother, who has the same bear like strength as your father.

You huff in irritation, to be honest you hadn't thourghly planned past this point, a rookie mistake. But a rookie mistake is also a death wish, you hope that you can out run your father to the stables.

You slice your dress off to your upper thigh, sheathing the blade in its normal holster. You let some of the guards go from your blood bending, choosing the easier option of pulling the moisture from the air, trapping their heads in an endless pool. They desperatly claw at their throats before collapsing into a helpless heap.

You figure if you're going to commit treason you might as well do it right. Father and Griffen fall back to their knees. Where your brother cannot get back up, your Father can.

"Y/N!!!" He howls over the chaos, finally regaining some of his will for his voice.

Your left hand shakes, sweat is beading on your brow and the blood is trying to collect in your eye. Your face is starting to scream with every movement but you have more pressing matters right now.

"Fuck." You hiss as you hear the strings of bows tighten in the trees surrounding the field. You pull the moisture from the trees behind you in a swift motion with your right hand. The trees turn to dust on the wind and the archers behind you are either dead or incapacitated from the fall. Blood drips from your chin like fat red tears.

"Sire, your command?!" The head archer shouts from high above, you strain to see against the sun and father pulls on your hold once more. You hold eye contact with him, he is torn.

But not torn enough to shout.

"FIRE!" Spit flies from his mouth as arrows begin to rain upon your form. You bare your teeth, enraged.

You've got two options, get impaled by this shower of sharpened metal or let go of your hold on Father try to outrun him. You weigh them heavily, neither look good and you're running out of time. You pick the latter, convencing yourself that it's a win win really. What better way to show the nation how unstable your father is than letting him kill you with his bare hands for all to see?

Yea, you know what, that's exactly what you'll do.

You growl letting go of your Father and Griffen. They charge for you as if they are unsure if the arrows will finish you off or not.

A figure slides in front of you, swinging their left arm across themselves, a series of explosions follows in their wake, obliterating the barrage of sharpened metal, pausing the pursuit of the King.

"That's no way to treat a princess." The ash blonde says with a shit eating grin, slowly backing his way to you. Father blinks for a second as he takes it all in before he seems to goes berserk, charging for you both.

Bakugou turns on his heel snatching you by the crook of your elbow, changing your direction. You break out in full sprint with him, pushing your endurance further.

Using the new technique has you drained beyond belief and you hadn't expected your Father to be able to move at all, let alone pull against your fucking hold. Anger flows through your veins, fueled further by the deafening second heart beat in your face. A snarl of the lips has it burning all the way up, you swipe at the blood collecting near your eye. The King and his guard near ever closer.

"50 more yards." Bakugou shouts tugging harder on your arm when you hear the familiar sound of an arrow heads slicing through the air. You growl, pulling moisture from the air and the sweat from your body to slash the arrows from the sky. All but one as it seems to change trajectory last minute.

Great now Ares has his sights on you, it will prove difficult to avoid his attack. His quirk gives him the ability to control the trajectory of his weapons. So it is to say his strike never misses.

You break free of the foreign prince's death grip, you turn grabbing onto thin wood snapping it in your strong palm before turning to run again all in a swift motion.

You find out the hard way that the first arrow was only a distraction for the second that plunges straight into your calf. Ares knew you'd break the spell by breaking the weapon.

"ARES, YOU FUCKING SWINE." You scream, he was your favorite brother. Key word was.

But It doesn't stop you just slows you a little. Though a little is more than enough for your red in the face father. Katsuki looks over his shoulder reaching for you. He stops and presents his back to you.

"Hurry the fuck up and hop on!" He snarls, his red eyes glued on your Father's approaching figure.

And he's gaining ground faster than either of you like.

You don't hesitate now, you jump onto the broad shouldrered man letting him run you to where ever the hell he was guiding you in the first place. The only reason you're trusting him is because no one would be able to witness your Father killing you.

Everyone would believe whatever lie he would spin and no one would ever know your injustice.

You grit your teeth as you see the hot head's destination and you wonder if he has a flying quirk he's kept secret all this time as the view of the highest cliff in your nation comes into view.

The same cliff that stretches over the vast ocean where jagged rocks hang below.

"Bakugou..." You squeeze around his throat tighter.

"Watch it." He sets off a small explosion on your forearm as a warning, "Hold on tight Princy."

He jumps, whistling as he does before he removes his arms from supporting your thick thighs blasting you both a good 100 feet in the air, over the maw of sharp 50 foot teeth below. There is no way in hell he could blast you both across the entire fucking ocean. You squeeze him tightly, pressing your face into the white furs of his vest, breathing in the heavy scent of cinnamon and his sweet yet salty sweat that mingles with the sharp tang if copper. The smell drives you mad or maybe it's the all the blood you've lost already.

"Y/N!!!" Father shouts jumping for you, hand outstretched.

"Shit." You hiss, turning to face him full on while hooking one of your arms around Bakugous shoulder.

"Fucking watch it!" He snaps, before whistling again.

"Yea I'll just let my Father plunge us into the ocean even faster. Good plan jumping off a cliff."

Your only response is a *tch* as you pull the blood from your wound, since you cannot call the ocean this high yet. Your Father's hand is almost arms length away.

You harden and sharpen several droplets if blood before shredding them into your Father, few find purchase through his armor but it'll leave bruises in the morning. The assault is hard enough that it pushes him backward falling through the sky. You begin to slip from Bakugou and make no effort to adjust yourself as you watch your Father plunge.

This was not exactly how you wanted to end things.

"Woah!" Bakugou grabs onto the top of your dress yanking you up and over him where he grabs onto you, pressing you to his chest as a giant red dragon swoops up from seemingly no where. You are unphased by the beast beneath you as your heart squeezes in your chest, watching the fading horizon of your land.

Father has stopped midair, still out of range for your fifty foot waves. His levitation signals that your third eldest brother, Troy has finally caught up.

You seethe as he is pulled back to the safety of the cliff. You seethe enough to gain a second wind despite the throbbing in your left calf and your whole fucking face that you just had to carve to make a statement.

It is all worth it as you show your final card, everyone will know it was you becuase right now there is not a cloud in the sky and the ocean has been realitivly calm. Soon mass amounts of water vapor fly upwards forming giant grey clouds, your shaking hand make a lazy circular motion that the violent forming clouds seem to follow, the ocean waves turn choppy reaching high for the sky as if to try to kiss the clouds themselves.

You huff hot breath against his spicy skin, burrowing your burning face in his furs once more as you admire your work.

You already know that Bakugou is taking you to the Badlands and lucky for you they lie across the warm ocean south of the main nation. Meaning the storm you've just cooked up with be fed naturally by the hot ocean and storm season. It could last for days and months before Father will be able to sail after you as your giant waves crash into the harbor.

Scarlet eyes look down on your slim but toned frame laced with a few emotions, flashing impressed before landing on concern. You do not notice as your eyes begin to close.

"So trusting of you try to pass out from exhaustion in front if an enemy." He hisses, "Not the smartest of moves."

"Says the man who just showed blatant tension to the High King by protecting his attacking daughter. I believe that now makes us allies." You keep your eyes closed, "Plus I trusted you when you jumped off a fucking cliff, I think I can trust you now."

Your eyes snap open at the feeling of grazing teeth and rough kisses on the right side of your neck.

"What the hell are you doing?" You pull away, eyes for daggers but he presses you back to his bare chest.

"Keeping you awake Princess," He spits, "Don't flatter yourself. I wouldnt lean too far away from me. Ryu only let's me ride on his back and if you act as a threat he will buck and I won't be the one to fall."

You pout angirly, your eyes flutter and your body shakes from exhaustion. The last thing you want to do is fight with this insufferable brute.

All you want is sleep. You bury your face into his furs where he cannot see. Again his lips assault your tender skin, teeth biting hard before giving a soft suck. You almost let a moan slip, you do not know if it is the fading high of adrenaline or the combination of throbbing pain and his delectable scent that is to blame. You bite his shoulder hard, he growls, pulling your hair at the nape of your neck to force you to face him.

"Rest your head where I can see your eyes or I will do more than kiss your throat." He leans in closely, his breath mingling with yours and you watch his eyes narrow into a deadly glare. You bare your teeth, hands slipping beneath his vest to dig weak but biting nails into his muscular back, you feel him tense. A moment of hostility passes between you two before he cranes your head exposing your neck to him.

He takes his tongue and licks from your collar bone all the way up to you ear before giving it a good biting suck. You both groan so softly that neither hear the other before he says lowly, husky in your ear.

"I tried to warn you, princess. Now listen or I'll use this tongue elsewhere next." He pushes your good cheek against his intoxicating furs, keeping both your neck exposed to him and where he can glance out of the corner of his eye to meet yours. You drag your nails hard enough to draw blood and an audible growl from his almost kissable lips before your hands fall slack to his waist.

You fade in and out only to have the nipping sharp teeth of the Prince of the Badlands antagonize you. Finally after two hours of flying you feel the air become warmer, thicker with moisture before you hear the beat of the wings slow followed by a loud thump of scales kissing hard ground. Already he has hands waiting for him. He holds you to him and you wrap your legs around him as if it is only natural. He jumps off of Ryu landing softly. You push away from him but he struggles to keep you close, you follow his eyes to the arrow sticking from your meaty calf.

"I'll be fine to walk. I've had worse." You growl, finally slipping from his grip to stand beside him. Two men kneel before you and the fiery Ash blonde.

"Welcome home, King." They say in unison as your heart races. Your attention falls on him, he is only supposed to be Prince, not King. Sure his mother passed but last you heard his father was still living. Your eyes narrow at him as he walks past the kneeling men with nothing but a snarling mouth in a foreign tongue.

"Get the doctor to my chamber now." He turns and when he sees you do not follow he glares. Motioning for you with his deadly hands.

"Come my little Princess. You've cut deep enough for a scar but I believe you vain enough to want to keep your face from rotting off."

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki x reader

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sillydodobird · 4 years

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You set my world on fire

He’s definitely still shaking, adrenaline running through him when they eventually separate. The world comes rushing back to him, the sound of birds chirping and the sound of the wind blowing suddenly seem so loud. When he finally opens his eyes he’s surprised how flushed she is, not expecting her to be as affected by this as he was. Her lips are parted and her eyelashes are fluttering. For a fleeting moment, he wonders how he looks.

- Clonath, first kiss, making out, arguements (Because would it be chloe and nat if they didnt argue?)

-tbh im not sure what the hell this is, but it’s here! Used a bit of my other random WIP I had posted a while ago

One of her hands is on his neck and the other is in his hair. He’s trying to keep himself from shaking, one of his hands on her cheek and the other holding her waist closer to him.

Her body is flushed against him, she’s very warm and soft. She smells so good, he’s unsure how she can still smell so amazing when they’ve been out in the hot and humid air.

He feels her tongue touch his bottom lip and he jumps back just a bit. She tastes like the peach lip gloss she uses and he’s cannot think clearly anymore, not when he’s distracted by what she is doing to him. He doesn’t care enough to try to think clearly right now, not when other things are more important, like the soft sounds she’s making.

His hand moves down between her neck and jaw. He’s afraid to move too fast, she is 100 percent in control of this. One of her hands comes to grab onto his and she moves it so their fingers interlock and he smiles into the kiss.

She breaks away for a quick moment, breath hot against his mouth. “Is this okay?” She asks in a much softer voice than he would have expected.

Not trusting himself to speak he nods his head and quickly dives back to kissing her. He’s not even worried he’s coming off needy or desperate, he just wants to feel her skin against his, to make her feel how she makes him feel. He’s kissed girls before but kissing her is exhilarating.

He hopes she is feeling what he is feeling. He needs to know he’s not the only one affected. He cannot remember the last time he felt this euphoric. Maybe it’s how soft her lips are, or how she seems to switch from rough to tender. Maybe its how her hands grip onto him as if she’s afraid to let go.

They don’t speak for a while. One of her hands is still holding his, the other clutching the front of his shirt. He finds himself unable to let go of her, the idea of no longer being this close to her feels wrong.

“I’m sorry.”

His world stops for the second time that day. Why is she apologizing? Did she hate it? Did she hate him?

He opens his mouth to speak but she beats him to it.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, It won’t happen again.” She’s speaking very soft. If he wasn’t inches away from her he doesn't think he would be able to hear her.

His heart stops and he feels cold and confused. He’s struggling to breathe and he’s not sure if it's because of her words or her kiss.

He finally finds his voice when she starts to pull away from him. His hands automatically tighten on her, as if it is instinctual for him to keep her from leaving.

“I..uh...I don’t uh…” he’s stuttering and he’s not sure he’s ever been more nervous. “what...what do you mean?”

Her head tits up towards him, he can see her eyes and is shocked to see her glaring at him.

“Weren't you listening? I said I was sorry. You don’t have to worry about it happening again!” Her voice is harsh and very different than it was a moment ago.

He’s never been more confused in his life. They had the most mindblowing kiss ever and now she’s angry at him?

“You’re sorry?” She’s still trying to move away from him and he can feel his heart tremble with every push.

“Of course I’m sorry! I practically attacked you!”

He keeps growing more and more confused and frustrated. He doesn’t know why she’s yelling at him, didn't she feel the same way? Didn't she understand he can’t go back to just being friends?

“So you’re just going to ignore it? Forget it happened and move on as if nothing happened?” He realizes he is raising his voice but he cannot help it, he’s panicking and he feels like he’s trying to outrun an imaginary clock.

“Yes! Why wouldn’t I?” Her voice is also raised and firm. He's too dumbfounded to understand the sudden turn of events.

“Are you kidding me?!” He rips himself away from her, creating more distance between them because he’s afraid she might actually kick or slap him for yelling at her.

He is close to pulling out his hair, he knows she’s incredibly stubborn but he can't grasp how they managed to end up here.

“Why are you so afraid of this? You obviously like me and I’m beside myself with how much I adore you. Why can’t we do something about it?!” He’s not proud of how his voice cracks but he’s gone through so many emotions within the last 30 minutes that he’s can’t be bothered by it at the moment.

“Because I’m afraid of what will happen if it doesn't work!”

If he wasn’t so frustrated at the moment, maybe he would have realized that it was a legitimate fear to have. He’s never felt this way for someone else before, he’s positive he will never feel this way for anyone else ever. She makes him feel invincible and vulnerable at the same time and he is head over heels in love with her.

“So you’re not even willing to try?” He says after a moment.

She closes her eyes and sighs like she’s trying to explain something to a whiny child. He should be offended but he doesn't feel anything other than sadness.

“Do you really want to try and then find out we shouldn’t have?”

“I don’t want to not try and spend the rest of my life wondering.” His voice coming out soft and he feels so nervous. Like he’s in a life or death situation, in a way he guesses he is.

She doesn’t look at him. She’s staring at the dark sky above, looking at the night sky and at any other time, he would have joined her.

“I don’t want to ruin this.” Her voice is soft again, no longer bitter. Her arms are crossed, defensive and alert.

He sniffs and he suddenly realizes he’s crying, which makes him even more embarrassed and frustrated. He’s putting himself out there and he feels like he’s getting absolutely nowhere. Maybe he should stop bothering her. They will never be the same again but at least he got to have some time with her.

“It doesn’t matter, we can’t go back to the way we were before.” His voice is firm and he’s proud of himself for not breaking down, even if that’s all he want’s to do.

He hears her sharp intake of breath. His head is starting to hurt and all he want’s to do is go home. He’s not sure how much more he can handle. He wipes the tears off his cheek.

She lets out a shaky exhale before speaking. “Can you promise me something?”

He would promise the world to her if it meant getting one more second with her.

“Anything.”

“If we try this,” His breath hitches, he can’t breathe. “Can you please promise me that if it doesn’t work that you won’t hate me? I don’t think I could ever deal with tha-.”

His lips are back on her before she can finish her sentence. He pulls away, centimeters from her, her breath mingling with his.

“I could never hate you. You could take everything away from me and I would still grovel at your feet, desperate for more of you.”

He doesn’t wait for her to respond, he’s back to kissing her. His lips pressed hard against her, as if he could make her understand by his lips alone. He doesn’t want to waste any more time. One of his hands is holding tight on her waist, the other gently holding her face. He bites her bottom lip and she makes the most euphoric noise. He could spend eternity kissing her. Hell, he wants to spend eternity kissing her.

She pulls away and he reflexively tightens his grip on her. He opens his eyes to find her eyes are closed. But her lips are turned into a smile, “And you say I’m dramatic.”

He breathes out a laugh, “I’m only dramatic for you, Bee.”

Her hand finds his, their fingers intertwine like they were made for each other. Her eyes open and he finds small tears pooling in her eyes. He moves to kiss them away before they can fall down her cheek.

“I love you.” She whispers it and he can’t help but the relieved sigh that escapes him.

“I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for years.” His head falls to the space between her neck and shoulder, content just to spend time underneath the stars with her.

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fanficfreekspn · 4 years

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1-1: Meet Lily

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"That's gotta hurt," Dean stared at the grizzly scene. A middle-aged man had been bludgeoned to death with a blunt object and cut on the inside of his thigh, through the femoral artery.

"Shouldn't there be more blood than this?" Sam looked around. There was a small pool by the victim's head, but nothing around his leg.

"Probably..." something caught Dean's attention as he looked up at the police tape, holding the civilians back. He noticed that there was a woman, quite a bit younger than his brother and him, taking a few photos with her phone before lifting it to her mouth and whispering into it. "What do you make of that?" he nodded as Sam looked up and studied the woman. She was dressed in a purple and black flannel shirt over a black tank top, grey cargo pants, and boots.

"Looks like a hunter to me," Sam smirked.

"You'd think she'd want a closer look at the body, if that were the case."

"You can always go and ask her," Sam continued to write notes in his journal as Dean nodded in agreement before casually walking up to her.

He slowly reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his badge before flashing it to her. "Special Agent Nugent, FBI. Is there something I can help you with?"

She offered him a knowing smirk. "Ted, is it? Surely you can do better than that, Winchester."

He raised his eyebrows and looked around before taking a step closer. "Do I know you?"

She offered her hand to him. "Benatar. Pat Benatar."

"Touché," he laughed as he shook her hand.

"Seriously though, this is the third vic I've seen in this state with their skull bashed in and their crotch sliced."

"We only knew of the one in Boise."

"Idaho Falls three days before that."

He cocked his eyebrow as he looked her over. "How'd you get all that information from way over here?"

"I'm just that good," she tilted her head and smiled. "Would you and your brother like to meet up for dinner and compare notes?"

"The burger joint on Main St. at 8:00?"

"Perfect," she nodded before walking off.

He turned to return to his brother's side, and when he looked up she was already gone.

"What's the verdict?" Sam looked up from his notes.

"She's a hunter, and she seems to know us. I guess I'll have to make a few calls before we meet her for dinner."

"Did you get a pic of her to send Garth? Maybe he knows?"

"Nope," he pointed to his temple. "It's all up here," he winked.

As soon as the brothers entered their motel room, Dean dialed his phone as Sam walked to their refrigerator for two beers.

"Hola, mi amigo!" Garth answered in his typical, chipper way.

"G-man, how's it goin'?" he couldn't help but smile as he accepted his open beer from his brother.

"I am wonderful, my friend! What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you knew of another hunter who might be here, working on the same case you sent us on."

"Another hunter?"

"Yeah, a tiny little brunette with a big ego. Seemed to know everything, and she even knew us."

"You may have to be a bit more specific, Dean. Everyone knows you and Sam."

He rolled his eyes around the room. "Dark curly hair, blue eyes, about 5'8" and 130 pounds."

Sam smirked and raised his eyebrows. "Not that you were checking her out."

"I'm an observer," he whispered.

"Did she have a silver amulet on a stone necklace?"

"That's oddly specific. Um... yeah, I think so. Purple stones."

"Congratulations, my friend! You've met the allusive Lily Rose!"

His mouth dropped open as he looked across the room at Sam. "I thought she was a myth."

"Not a myth, my friend, just very protective of her ass. You two must have come across some strange shit if she's there on the same case."

"Yeah, and she told me of another case in Idaho Falls we missed. We're supposed to meet her for dinner to compare notes later."

"I am truly jealous," he sighed wistfully. "Is there anything else I can help with?"

"Not at the moment. Thanks, man."

"Via con dios!"

He hung up and looked at Sam. "Lily Rose."

"So she is real?"

"This is huge! I've been wanting to meet her for years! I've got to know the real story about the giant!"

"And the Grindylows!" Sam became excited.

"Let's go!”

Lily was set up in a corner booth with two iPads and a MacBook Air, typing away and looking between all of them as Dean and Sam approached her. "Gentlemen," she spoke without looking up.

Dean slid into the seat first, with Sam following. She looked up to see both of them grinning back at her. "Lily," they spoke at the same time.

"I see introductions aren't necessary," she laughed.

"So you are... Lily Rose? THE Lily Rose?" Sam asked.

"Yes," she answered slowly.

"You single-handedly took down a Jack-In-Irons?" Dean asked.

"I poisoned him first, but yes."

"Do they really carry around the heads of their victims?"

"Unfortunately, yes," she scrunched her nose.

"And the spiked clubs?"

She pushed her shirt aside to reveal a scar on her right shoulder. "Very large, dirty, and painful."

"Wow," both men sat back, but Sam jumped in next.

"And the Grindylows?"

"Unfortunately, it had gotten three children before I got to it," she dropped her eyes.

"It? Only one? I heard there were three."

"There were. She had to feed her children somehow."

"Wow. You are definitely the expert on European spooks who shouldn't be here," Dean looked up at the waitress. "A beer and a burger, please."

"I'll have the same," Sam followed.

"Keep the coffee and Red Bulls coming, Sarah," she smiled.

"Sure thing, Patty."

Both men's eyes widened as she poured the last of the Red Bull in front of her into a coffee cup that she topped off with the carafe of black coffee.

"That is wicked cool," Dean mumbled. "My heart would explode with that much caffeine."

"Brain fuel," she winked at him before turning one of her iPads around. "What do you know of Redcaps?"

"What, like mushrooms?"

Sam rolled his eyes before answering. "They kill for blood that they use to paint their hats. If the blood dries out, they die; so they keep killing."

"More European spooks?" Dean raised his eyebrows.

"They normally hang out in abandoned castle ruins," she sat back and took a drink. "It just so happens that our first victim was an archeologist who had just gotten back from a two-week vacay in Scotland. I think he went sightseeing and a Redcap hopped a ride back to the States."

"Maybe he took something from the castle he shouldn't have?" Sam offered.

"That's possible," she looked down at her second iPad and swiped through some photos.

"What makes you so sure that's what we're dealing with?" Dean asked.

"The footprints," she turned her iBook around and pointed. "They wear iron boots, and they’re only about three feet tall.”

He squinted as he looked at the photos of each crime scene. "I'll be damned. I missed that."

"Iron boots? How fast can they be in iron boots?" Sam scoffed.

"Trust me, you cannot outrun a Redcap. If they're hunting you, they will get you."

"Then how do we gank them?" Dean asked.

"Now that... I'm not sure," Lily sighed. "All I've ever been told was to stay away. If you do come across them, you'd better know the lay of the land better then they do and hide."

"Are they related to anything else?" Sam rubbed his chin.

"The closest thing is a Vampire," she shrugged her shoulders. "They need blood to survive, albeit a different way."

"If they wear iron boots, then iron's not an option," Dean thought aloud.

"Capture it and let its hat dry out?" Sam asked.

Lily stopped and glanced at Dean.

"Trap it, tie it up, and steal its hat," Lily agreed. "That's genius, Sam."

He blushed as he looked away, their beers and burgers arriving and placed in front of them.

"So, Lily Rose. You probably know more about us than we know of you," Dean dug into his sandwich. "Spill."

"There's not much, really," she looked between them. "If rumor's true, you two have seen some pretty heavy shit yourselves."

"I still don't believe some of it myself," Sam huffed.

She looked between the both of them. "My mother... is Fae."

"Fae?" Dean swallowed down his sandwich. "Like Fairy?"

She nodded silently. "Since I'm a half-breed, I wasn't welcomed into the family and she dropped me off at my father's doorstep. He in turn found the nearest orphanage."

"That is harsh," Sam gave her the saddest puppy dog eyes she had ever seen.

"I have no idea why I just told you both that... I've never told anyone."

"We have that effect on people," Dean smiled for her.

"So the Fae are all about threes. When I turned 12, I joined the collective. I can connect to my family bloodline. I know what they know. Since they're Fae..."

"You have a direct line to information on these European monsters," Sam grinned. "That is very cool!"

"I don't know, it's kind of like the Borg to me," Dean grimmaced.

"A bit," she agreed. "When I turned 15, I was able to see through the veil."

"So you can see angels and demons?"

"And ghosts, spirits, and other Fae."

"18?" Dean had already finished his burger and had started on his fries.

"I have a few magic abilities, but not a lot. Elemental, mostly. The basics."

"Elemental? Like earth, fire, air, and water?" Sam asked.

She again nodded.

"That will definitely speed up drying out that blood," Dean suggested.

She nodded her agreement.

"So you're on your own?" Dean watched her.

She rolled her eyes and looked around. "It doesn't feel that way with your ancestors’ voices in your head."

"How can they talk to you and not accept you?" Sam asked.

"They needed to wait and see how strong I am. Human brains weren't meant to wield the kind of power mine does. They didn't want to bestow honors upon me only for me to die in my teens," she rolled her eyes again. "I've been invited to meet the family. I told them to kiss my ass."

Both brothers grinned.

"Have you looked for your father?"

"No," she answered plainly. "I have no desire to meet the man who handed me over to total strangers."

"Would you even know where to start? Do you have a last name?"

"My Celtic name is Lilwen Manon. I've never known my surname, and I'm not about to ask my mother. As far as I'm concerned, my family is only good for helping me do my job and that's it."

"Well then..." Dean raised his beer. "Here's to deadbeat dads, something Sammy and I know a lot about. We orphans need to stick together."

She tapped her coffee cup against their beers and nodded before drinking it down.

Chapter 2>

#Supernatural #SPN #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic series #fanficfreek #fanfiction #fan fiction #fan fic #fanfic #sam and dean #sam winchester #dean winchester #the family business #lily winchester

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For your made up fic titles! "The Maiden and the Stranger" or "The Monsters Win" or "Snow Kisses"... apparently I also enjoy no context fic titles! :)

Oooo! these are good - thank you, my lovely!

(OMG I had too much fun with these!)

Ok, so The Maiden and the Stranger - for this one I’d do a modern au where Jon is some sort of ‘reaper-spirit’. The living can’t see him, but he can see life, and he can sense when someone’s life is running short. He is tasked with finding people with whom their time with the living is coming to an end, be with them as they pass and accompany them to one of the seven heavens or seven hells. He sees a gorgeous young redhead and senses that her time is coming soon. He follows her, not knowing what it is that will snub out her life. Observing her is thrilling and yet sad, he comes to really admire and care for her. His favourite thing to do is watch her draw. One night, when she is out dancing and drinking with friends, she gets separated from them and is disoriented, finding her way out of the club. Jon watches helplessly as she’s followed by a man - a man that he is sure has ill intentions. He can feel her time growing closer and closer and is beside himself because he knows she is meant to meet her end at the hands of this man who no doubt wishes to complete the task in a brutal way. When it all comes to a head - Sansa is cornered, dragged into an alleyway and Jon cannot stand it. Instead, he goes against his centuries-old occupation and grabs the man’s knife, plunging it into his chest to spare Sansa. The Gods are not happy with Jon for going against the way of things and as ‘punishment’ he is sent back to the world of the living to live among the mortals, knowing that once he dies, his soul will be no more - he will cease to exist. He uses this last lifetimes worth of years to love Sansa, fully and completely. When he finally meets with the Gods after his death, they had been watching him during his new and final life and were moved enough to change their minds about his fate. They allow him one last charge, returning him to his previous occupation of ‘reaper-spirit’ where he follows his wife until her final days, helping her to leave the land of the living and accompanying her to her place in the afterlife - where he is allowed to remain with her.

The Monsters Win - ooooo ok, this one would be a dark-ish!jonsa one I think. Victorian or Edwardian era. Siblings Jon and Sansa move to a new town, trying to outrun the truth of their dwindling family fortune. Both of them need to marry well if they are to keep the Winterfell Estate in their family and care for their younger siblings and ill father. They attend balls, trying to court and seduce, all while carrying on a dangerous flirtation amongst themselves. They both find themselves envious when one makes a move to pursue a match until one evening, they retire to their townhouse and cannot take it any longer, giving in to the sinful passion that’s been bubbling between them since they set out on this venture to secure partners together. They hatch a plan - Sansa has already made headway with Lord Baelish and they decide she should marry him (no matter how they both hate the notion). Jon accompanies her when her new husband takes her to his estate, they continue their sordid incestuous affair behind Baelish’s back all the while planning to make Sansa a widow as soon as enough time has passed for it not to look suspicious. Maybe they even incorporate that into their dirty talk as they’re fucking - “Tell me again, Jon. Tell me how you’re going to do it, how you’re going to rid me of him.” Jon offs Petyr and Sansa inherits his fortune. Everyone in society is perplexed as to why neither Sansa, nor Jon ever marry again, instead choosing to stay in WF together until their dying days.

Snow Kisses - this is such a cute title! And it reminds me of Sansa building her snow castle in canon. So, for this one, I think a good ol’ King Jon visiting the Vale and meeting Alayne Stone fic! Everyone likes those, right?!?! :)

#jonsa #jon x sansa #fic title game

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