#and ofc I had to throw in some northern lights

[paxopalotls]

stressed about chem exams so I did a ghost king doodle to cope

[atjsgf]

📓 📓 📓 (plot per book pls!!)

ALRIGHT LET'S DO IT!

MISS AMERICANA AND THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE

So I have this reylo fic I’ve been meaning to write for years called Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince. It’s a high school AU that is based on A Cinderella Story (one of my top five fave movies of all-time) but doesn’t follow it exactly–it’s a little darker, just bc of the nature of adapting the characters’ backstories, especially Finn and Ben. (They are all seniors unless otherwise specified.) 

Rey plays the role of Sam/Cinderella. Her mom died when she was young, leaving her to be raised by her abusive stepfather, Brendol Hux. Said stepfather favors his kids, Hux and Phasma (Armitage goes by his last name. Phasma is a nickname, but I think she has a real one that gets brought up). However, he also puts a lot of pressure on them as athletes (unsure what sport they do, figure skating maybe.) 

In ACS it’s a running gag that Sam’s twin stepsisters are really bad at their sport (synchronized swimming). In this, they’re good, but it’s to their detriment. (The exploitation of underage athletes is a recurring theme in this fic.)

(I like the trope where the evil stepmother–or stepfather in this case–is abusive to the step-siblings, too, just in a different way, just bc it strikes me as more relatable.) 

Rey works at the business Brendol runs, a mechanic shop/diner. She’s saving up money for college, but she’s also kind of forced to work long hours by Brendol. Her fairy godmother is obviously the manager of the diner, Daae Leira. 

Finn is Carter, but instead of acting, his whole thing is that he was a competitive athlete who fought for emancipation from his abusive family and won, and now he wants to major in journalism to shed light on the issue. 

Rose is Astrid (the DJ in the movie, she does have a name) who wants to major in broadcast journalism. So they both work on the school paper and that brings them together. 

And ofc, Ben is Austin. Captain of the water polo team, known for being aggressive and competitive, but secretly wants to be a writer. He has this kind of ruthless reputation for having gotten his own sister expelled by planting weed in her locker to prevent himself from getting kicked off the football team for having it. 

In reality, he got Cara expelled because his football coach–abusive, manipulative Snoke–was about to turn his attention to Cara, who had joined the girls’ water polo team against Ben’s advice. And Ben was terrified of Cara getting tied up with Snoke the way he had by that point. (Cara now goes to a boarding school in Northern CA, as opposed to the San Fernando valley where everything takes place.)

Anyways, Ben’s friends are Poe Dameron and Sage Skylstad. Poe is on the team with him and Sage is someone he’s been friends with since middle school. 

Ben and Rey have this online relationship. They know they go to the same school, but other than that they don’t know the other’s identity. When Rey finds out, her fear is less about Ben being super popular (he’s not), and more about him having that asshole reputation. (A more mild stressor is Sage–everyone at their school is convinced the two are dating, because of the whole “men and women can’t be platonic friends” thing. They are not and both find the idea gross.) 

Anyway. Rey gets her Cinderella moment, Snoke gets exposed by Finn and Rose, Ben gets his “I’m throwing away YOUR dream” moment, and they live happily ever after. I also wanted to do some sequels about them in college, Poe/Cara getting together, stuff like that. 

BETWEEN TWO POINTS/IN SCREAMING COLOR

So I had this idea for a series of Community fics. The series is called Between Two Points. The first three would each center on one ship. The first one, called In Screaming Color, would be Abed/OC. The second one would be Britta/Troy and the third would be Jeff/Annie. However, I think if I went back and did it now, I’d probably change it to Britta/OFC and Abed/OC/Troy, so I’ll outline it that way from here. 

In Screaming Color would just be Abed/OC, Troy would come into play later, I think it takes place after he leaves but while they’re still in school. The OC–I’ll call her Drew for now, that’s when she was my self-insert but I think I’d wanna make her a full OC if I wrote this–is a Dance major. She’s had a crush on Abed for awhile, ever since the Who’s the Boss debacle where he made the instructor cry or whatever, I need to rewatch the show. (I vaguely remember that I had to move the timeline and have this episode be earlier for things to make sense.) She was in that class and fell in love with how passionate Abed is about things like sitcoms–she’s also deeply passionate about things like that (she writes fanfic, etc) and felt a connection to that. 

However, Abed remains basically unaware of her existence until he has to do a music video for a class. She auditions for the main role (a ballerina in a music box who falls down and has to find her way around the music box–that’s my working theory on what it is, although I may change it if I think of something more thematically relevant) and gets the part. 

From there it’s this psychological thing where there’s a lot of miscommunication (mostly on Drew’s part) and false assumptions (mostly on Abed’s part) where she’s trying to make it clear that she’s genuinely interested in him, but he rebuffs her because he finds the trope of a director getting involved with actresses on set to be tired. (Feminist king.) And also because, you’ll remember in an early episode that Abed says “a lot of girls like me because I’m adorable and my aloofness reminds them of their fathers.” Even as he starts to like her, he thinks that she’s only interested in him because of the director persona he puts on. 

Eventually they have an actual conversation where she admits when she started liking him and why–she doesn’t like him because he’s aloof, she likes him because he’s deeply passionate about stories and storytelling and she can see that in everything he does, even if nobody else sees it that way. And they end up dating and are cute <3 In fics #2 and #3 they can often be found in the background doing fun things and acting out their favorite tropes. (Drew introduces him to the idea of acting out tropes instead of specific scenes or movies that exist, and he becomes obsessed.) 

Fic #2, currently untitled, would take place after the finale and would be a Britta/OC that ends in a decision to not get married but instead have a non-legally binding promise ceremony, because Britta doesn’t want to get married but she does want to be with the OC forever. I still like Troy/Britta, but idk if I see them working long-term, and I also think it would be a fun exercise to look at Britta and see what she would need in someone as a long-term love interest. 

Fic #3, also currently untitled, would see Annie coming back from Quantico for Britta’s wedding, years after leaving in the finale. She would have gone through a lot of personal growth in the years in between, and the fic would have her and Jeff get together in some way. Idk, I haven’t thought that hard about it, I just like them. 

(I also sometimes toyed with the idea of a fic that takes place in before fic# 3 that sees Annie having that personal growth in Quantico–it would be a Criminal Minds crossover and she’d be in the BAU.) 

And the final fic, Fic #4 would go back to right after Fic #1 when they’re all still in school. It would be an anthology fic where each chapter is about Drew’s relationship with the other members of the study group–how they met and what their dynamic is and when and why that member accepted her into their circle. For example, I wanted to move that one episode where Jeff gets bullied by some teenagers to be later in the timeline, and have Drew get involved, and that’s how she and Jeff connect. 

The last chapter–maybe the last few chapters, or maybe I’d make it a separate fic, idk if I could do the character work necessary in one chapter. But it would overlap with fic #3. Like Annie, Troy comes back for Britta’s wedding. (I think he and Britta are still close and there’s a lot of affection there even though they know they weren’t supposed to be forever, and I think Troy is really happy Britta found her person.)

Anyways, this would be when Troy/Drew/Abed gets together as a polyamorous triad. I think both Troy and Abed had those feelings before but never addressed them because they didn’t want to ruin their friendship and because it felt kind of off somehow. But Troy was gone for awhile and Abed didn’t fall apart–in fact, he’s proven to himself that he is capable of being in a long-term relationship that’s healthy. Their relationship has already undergone the worst scenario possible, so I think they’re more confident that if they broke up, they’d still be friends. And that feeling of off-ness is gone with Drew in the mix. 

(Abed and Drew admit to each other that even though they love each other atp, there always felt like there was a missing space in their relationship–it’s just generally this idea that the three of them are supposed to be in this kind of relationship with each other and that’s what’s always been right for them, they just had to wait for the pieces to fall into place.) 

Drew also panics when she realizes so many tropes are based on monogamous relationships until Abed reminds her that she is a writer and she can make up new stories for them, which she does. 

WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

This was gonna be a reylo role-reversal AU. With Cara in the mix, things that unfolded in canon shifted, and, long story short, Snoke was unsuccessful in turning Ben Solo to the dark side, so he set his sights on Rey instead and since she had no support network, he succeeded. Now Rey is the leader of the Knights of Ren who finds herself inexplicably drawn to smuggler Ben Solo. Would also include Finnrose (maybe a role reversal on them, too? Stormtrooper Rose and maintenance worker Finn?) and Damara (not role reversal I don’t think bc I can’t see Cara as anything other than an engineer, but their relationship may be different in some way.) 

I honestly didn’t have a lot planned for this lol, it was just something I was toying with. I obviously wasn’t the first to come up with the idea but I thought it would be fun to explore and put my mark on it. 

[katherinewilliams221b]

For A Greater Good 17/18

Gif not mine just the text. Reunions

Summary: Kate Williams, young healer and member of the Order,  joins Durmstrang’s staff at Dumbledore’s request. Her mission? Find a     Death Eater and survive long enough to tell the story. Set in 1996.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x ofc/mc

Masterlist

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

[Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

[Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14]

[Part 15] [Part 16]

Warnings:  mentions of sex (if you blink you miss it)

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Sounds of voices drew Kate back to consciousness.

“She’s been asleep for far too long…”

“She needs rest to wear the poison out.”

Kate tried to open her eyes, but they were too heavy, it was going to hurt opening them.

“I think she moved. Did you see that?”

“Tonks, she didn’t move. Let’s go…”

“Bill, are you going to let her wake up alone in a dark room?”

She proved her fingers and tapped them, feeling something soft, a bed, then forced her eyes open and immediately regretted it. They stung like she’d just been stabbed with a quill.

The blurry image in front of her cleared in a matter of seconds, revealing a blue-haired Tonks staring intently at her.

“Oh, thank Merlin! That greasy snake of Snape gave you a sleeping draught and disappeared without a word. The bastard... next time I swear I will…”

“Tonks, let her breathe. Go and wake up Charles, he’d want to see her.”

Bill approached the bed and sat down next to her. Kate grimaced and looked around; she recognised the gloomy walls of Grimmauld Place. Noticing the nightstand, she pointed at the glass of water, and Bill urged giving it to her. After a few complicated sips, she leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

“You gave us quite a scare, sis.” 

“Why am I here?” She whispered.

“You… you came here. Yesterday. You’ve been sleeping for a day. It’s one in the morning.”

Her eyes travelled downwards and searched his. The door burst open, revealing Tonks and Charlie, who was by her side before she acknowledged him.

“How are you feeling? Are you hungry?” Tonks practically shouted, holding her hand and missing Charlie’s disapproving look. Kate hissed at the touch but grasped her hand, anyway.

“No, I’m... thirsty.” Charlie helped her sit against the headboard while Bill handed her the glass again.

Kate took some complicated sips and gave Charlie a weak smile. Instead of returning it, he gently grabbed her arm and lifted her sleeve, revealing a big scar that went from her elbow to the inner centre of her forearm.

 “This looks much better.” Kate’s eyes widened at the sight.

“What in the bloody hell happened to me?”

Bill stood up and walked to the window, staring out of it, and Tonks sat in his place. Kate hissed at the cold contact of the cream that Charlie was rubbing on her forearm.

“You were poisoned, we don’t know exactly how. You had scratches, nothing else.” Kate pointed at her arm and raised her eyebrows.

“And this?” Tonks flinched, remembering the scene; seeing her unconscious friend with blood all over her body was a sight she would not forget.

“I don’t know what happened, I think you panicked and apparated here, or someone brought you, you just appeared on the street. You splinched,” she pointed at her arm. 

“You cast vermillious at the windows and Mum and Snape ran to you.” Said Bill. “You were mumbling something about a parchment and trying to cure your arm without your wand. I don’t think you were aware of what you were doing.” He made a pause when their eyes met, and he turned his head to the window. “You made it here in one jump, I’m surprised that’s the only thing that happened.”

“Bill!” Tonks admonished and started to protest, but the redhead stopped her, waving his hand. “I’m only saying she was lucky. Northern Europe to here? In one jump and poisoned? She could be dead.”

When Charlie slid her sleeve back down again, she touched her forehead and leaned back, registering all the information she just learnt. A parchment… a parchment of what?

“Where’s everybody?”

“Mom’s asleep and Dad went to Durmstrang to get your trunk. Sirius is downstairs with Mundungus, I don’t think you’ve met him yet, just don’t mention your family is wealthy.” Charlie answered.

A minute, perhaps two, was the amount of time Kate sat on the bed in silence, staring at the void and registering her situation.

Bill turned around from the window at the lack of words and threw a questioning glance at Tonks and his brother, who just shrugged almost imperceptibly.

Too many questions were dancing back and forth in her head. None of them had any answer, just another branch of unsolved mysteries.

“Now you need rest...”

“The list.” Kate scanned the room, searching for the coat she had been using. “The list!” She fumbled with the covers and the two pair of arms that were trying to hold her back.

“What are you talking about?”

Kate stumbled to a chair and frantically rummaged through her cloak before throwing it to the floor in disappointment.

“That parchment I was talking about. I found a room; a room with books, papers, artefacts and horrible devices. In that room there was a one parchment in particular with... something important… and I… I can’t remember” She knocked the lowest part of her palm to her temple and closed her eyes.

Bill frowned before walking towards her. “What are you saying…?” Kate tilted her head and bit her lower lip.

“I just don’t remember reading it… but I know it was important. But I can’t visualise it. It’s like it was… blank somehow.”

“Invisible ink?” Interrupted Charlie, but Kate shook her head.

“Someone was writing that. I could hear a quill against the paper. But no one was there with me. That woman, Mer Yankelevich, saw it too. She wasn’t a Death Eater, at least not yet. But I’m sure she would have...” Realisation hit her, and she gasped. “What happened to her?”

Charlie stood up and grabbed a robe that was lying on the end of the bed before putting it over her shoulders when he noticed her shiver. After taking her uniform off, she had been left with only an undershirt and her underwear.

“Moody sent an owl this morning saying it was taken care of.”

“We need to find that pa…” She was left mid-sentence when a new thought occurred to her. “You said I’ve been here for a day.”

“Y… yes but what…?”

“I had it with me before apparating. In fact, that’s why I did it. I remember being with Yankelevich, taking the roll, and leaving without a second thought. If it’s not here now…”

“Someone stole it.” Finished Bill.

“But that’s impossible! There’s been at least one person with you all the time.” Said Tonks. “Bill, Charles, myself, Mr or Mrs Weasley, no one else.”

“Kreacher.” The three friends looked at Bill. “Kreacher came in here once. I surprised him stealing one of the portraits. I’m going to tell Sirius to have a word with him and then I’ll go home.” He kissed the very top of her head and hugged his brother goodbye before squeezing Tonks’ shoulder and leaving the room.

“I think I’m going to take a shower.” Kate said after a moment of silence, trying to sound more confident than she actually felt. Tonks’ hair changed to a pastel purple and yanked Kate to her. They squeezed each other before letting go.

“Are you alright?” Kate asked, and Tonks scoffed before nodding.

“I forgot to bring you clothes, you’ll have to use the things I keep here.” She heard Charlie say. Kate smirked and turned her head to look at him. She had understood the real meaning behind the unnecessary comment; I’m here too.

“It wouldn’t be the first time…” He reciprocated the smile and opened his arms allowing her to run to them. He held her against his chest and closed his eyes, squeezing her perhaps a little too tight. It was right, it felt right being able to hold him again. Almost six months had passed, and Kate had forgotten the feeling of his strong hands against her back, his smell, his soft curls caressing her nose. The shirt that she had brought with her could only do so much. She exhaled against his neck, finding a long-lost comfort she furiously craved in her stay in Durmstrang.

Lost in the sensation, they barely acknowledged Tonks slipping out of the room.

“Do you want me to help you in there?” A smile formed on his lips, but she didn’t miss the hint of sadness accompanying it. She pursed her lips, clearly amused, and detangled herself from his arms, a chuckle escaping her lips as she shook her head. “I don’t want to find you lying on the bathtub because you passed out or…”

Kate grabbed his head with both hands, burying her fingers in his hair, and pulled him to her again, this time pressing her lips firmly against his. His arms circled her instantly, knowing they belonged on her lower back. They didn’t deepen the kiss, Kate kept it long but chaste, reassuring him she was alright.

“I’ll be quick.” She murmured, millimetres away from his mouth. Charlie nodded without taking her eyes away from her mouth, brow furrowed. With a light kiss on her cheek, he let her go.

“Go. I’ll get you the clothes.”

 Kate observed herself in the old and rusty mirror of the bathroom. With a towel wrapped around her chest and another one covering her wet hair, her arms and neck were now exposed. She traced the redness of her collarbone. On one side, claw marks adorned the base of her neck.

She shivered, a mix of fear and cold from being out of the shower created an icy line down her spine. She then noticed the promised clothes on a stool beside the toilet, and the side of her mouth curled up slightly. The little sneak. A genuine chuckle escaped her when she averted the black boxers neatly folded on top of the jeans.

With the plaid shirt tucked inside the trousers, she secured them with her own belt around the waist, the excess of fabric pooling out of it. After rolling up the sleeves and the ends of the jeans, she tied her ankle boots and ventured outside.

Suddenly hungry, Kate followed the voices coming from the kitchen and found some members of the Order gathered around the table. She approached Charlie, who was deep in thought while cutting some slices of bread.

He didn’t look at her, something that shouldn’t have worried her since he was handling a knife. However, when she sought his gaze, he just tilted his head to the other side and pointed at the chair behind him.

“Sit, I’m making you a sandwich.” Kate kissed his shoulder and deliberately caressed her way down from his neck to his lower back before going to the table. Is a talk in order, love?

Bill and Sirius sat in front of a man, engaged in a passionate argument about the candlesticks of the house. Mundungus Fletcher, Charlie’s voice echoed inside her head.

“...and I saw the one in the music room just yesterday, so I don’t know what are you… oh, hello. Mundungus Fletcher, a pleasure, I don’t think we’ve met.” he leaned forward and stretched an ostentatiously ring-adorned hand at her. Kate just stared at it and then held his gaze with a hard look that made him stumble backwards in his seat.

“No. We’ve never met. But I know your name. You are the man that failed Harry Potter. You let dementors attack him.” 

Mundungus stuttered an answer, but Sirius intervened. “Fletcher! Don’t talk to her. Talk to me. Where are those candlesticks?”

“I told you! I don’t have them!”

Kate searched in his mind, a slippery one, for sure, but she managed to find truth in his words and indicated so with a brief nod to Sirius.

“It’s your lucky day, Mundungus. If I catch you…”

“I know, I know!” He raised his arms, declaring innocence, and grabbed his filthy hat from the table before apparating out of the house. 

“Kreacher probably hid them somewhere,” commented Bill. Sirius merely nodded and drank from his goblet.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as Charlie set a plate down in front of her and a glass of water. He squeezed her shoulder and sat in front of her. Someone is really tense, she thought.

“I’m feeling better, thank you.” Probably one of the best lies she had ever told, but or Bill didn’t notice or was considerate enough not to press her further.

She then looked around and for the first time noticed the fatigue in their faces; Bill was toying with a ring; Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off the goblet and Charlie leaned on his elbow. His chin rested on his palm, covering his mouth.

They stayed with her while she ate, an unnecessary but kind gesture that confused her.

“Where’s Tonks?” She grimaced at her own words, the sound piercing in her ears.

“Asleep. She collapsed when you were in the shower.” Said Bill in a hushed voice.

Charlie scratched the subtle stubble it had formed on his jaw and grabbed her empty plate. She hadn’t noticed it before and couldn’t help but stare.

“And we should, too.” Sirius emptied his goblet and stood up, throwing it in the sink. When he walked behind her, he rested a hand on her shoulder, murmuring a dull “Good night”.

 Charlie and Kate blew off all the candles and went to the room she’d woke up in. Closing the door behind him, he let out a deep breath and sat on the side of the bed to take his boots off.

“I left the letters your dad sent me on the desk. ”

Kate approached the table and picked up one to read it. The envelope had her name on in, but when she opened it, she discovered she had underestimated her father.

 Dear Mr Weasley,

We’ve only met once, but I’ve decided to trust you with my daughter’s safety. It has reached my ears that Katherine’s whereabouts have changed since I last saw her and I felt the need to express my disappointment in both of you, since I’m aware that you’re the only person who will know about any secret she might have.

However, I’m not writing to reprimand this behaviour, but to require updates about her situation. In exchange, I have decided to provide a financial support for both of you, knowing your income won’t be sufficient to sustain you in these complicated times.

A second letter will arrive, notice this time from Sydney, since I must attend to some business regarding drug regulations in Australia.

I expect your enthusiastic collaboration,

Joseph H. Williams

  “It’s always surprising how he can appear helpful and insult you at the same time. Tomorrow I’ll...” Kate turned then, and the despair on his face frightened her more than facing a blood-thirsty Death eater. His eyes were glossy and rested his elbow on his knee, imitating the earlier pose, covering his mouth with his hand turned.

“Charlie, hey. Hey…” she strutted and stood right in front of him, his head rested against her stomach. She grabbed the sides of his head and forced him to look up at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong, she says.” He choked a sarcastic laugh to no one. “Kate, you were gone for six months!”

“We’ve been apart for longer than that.” She whispered, begging that he would do the same.

“But this time was different... this time... this time you were surrounded by potential murderers. When I received a letter, I didn’t feel excited to read it, I just felt relieved because you were alive. And I…” he tried to calm himself down, but he just managed a shaky breath. “I didn’t know where you were, so if something happened to you, I couldn’t go there and help you. And then…”

A tear had escaped from the corner of his eye and she caught it with her thumb, never releasing his face.

“And then I receive a letter from Bill saying they found you laying on the street covered in blood and shaking and, Godric help me, I was so scared… so scared…”

He was crying now, and the only thing that Kate thought she could do was press his head against her stomach and tangle her fingers in his hair.

They stayed like that, Charlie hugging her waist and Kate holding his shaking body against hers until his sobs quieted down.

She could feel the pain, the desperation, the distress in his mind and looking at the ceiling was useless because she finally let her own tears fall.

He moved after a while and brought a hand to his cheeks to dry them before sniffling.

“What kind of Gryffindor this makes me?”

She sighed and palmed his forehead, brushing back the curls that had fallen in front of his face.

“Something that I admire about you is that you are not afraid to admit you are scared. I could learn from that myself.” He stared into her eyes but said nothing.

Kate hooked a finger on the elastic band holding the short hairs that managed to stay together and pulled, hopefully releasing some tension. 

“So, you found them?” When she waved the band in front of him, he let out a watery laugh, making her smile. “I have to do a better job next time…”

He pulled her hips towards him, and she straddled his thighs, rapidly gaining balance with her knees.

Stop hiding my hair ties, she heard him think.

With their foreheads touching, she kissed the side of his nose.

“I’m here, Charles. I’m alive.” He nodded and buried his face in her neck, breathing her in. Kate just held him a little tighter.

 “I know, I know…” He pressed a kiss on the base of her neck, putting enough pressure as not to tickle her, and her eyes automatically closed. She massaged his scalp and felt him relax.

Charlie’s hands were suddenly alive, and caressed her back, up and down, while placing more kisses along her neck. Keeping her breathing normal while trying to follow his hands and mouth’s movements was proving to be very, very difficult.

“Kate, I don’t want to think about what happened anymore.” She nodded and felt him tug at the shirt out of her jeans. He snuck his hands under it and repeated his caresses again, now feeling her skin.

Kate opened her eyes to start an exploration of her own, but she caught the mark on her arm and halted. Charlie stopped as well and looked at her, starting to apologise.

When she shook her head, he followed her gaze to find the scar that now adorned her skin.

“With the cream that mom gave me it will go away. And if it doesn’t…” He paused and leaned back just so he could take his own shirt off.

“...we’ll match.”

She chose to ignore the sparks that formed in her stomach because of his exposed chest and focused on his arm. An old big scar from a nasty burn covered his shoulder, and she leaned down to kiss it, like many times before.

“Maybe I should do like you do. Maybe if I kiss it enough, it will disappear.” He followed the mark on her arm with feather lips, putting more pressure here and there but keeping his touch light all the way to her shoulder.

With a surprised gasp, she let herself fall over him when he pulled them down on the mattress. Balancing on her forearms, she was now nose to nose with him.

“You just wanted an excuse to show off…” she murmured, lightening the mood.

“It works every time…” She opened her mouth to feign offense, but it backfired the moment Charlie trapped her lips with his own at the opportunity.

“How dare y... hmph”

She let him control the situation, partly because she was dizzy thanks to his touches, and partly because it seemed like he needed it.

They kissed long and deep, and Kate noticed the desperation in it. She paused again, suddenly worried about him.

With one arm she kept her balance, and with the other she touched his jaw, his cheek, his lips, tracing them with her thumb. His eyes were pooled with emotion again, and she tsked.

“I have to go back to the reserve tomorrow. If... if you don’t want to do this, at least sleep here with me. Please, don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” She moved her hand behind her, and the door locked. On its way back, the candles consumed except the ones on the bedside table.

“When all of this is over, I’ll take you on a date, a proper date.” She scrunched her face and sat up, straddling him again, and let her hands roam on his chest, feeling his toned muscles and the soft copper curls on it.

“Your idea of a date doesn’t normally include a romantic setting... are you planning on dragging me to the forest again to examine unicorn excrements or whatever…?”

“You once brought me to a cemetery.” He deadpanned.

“There was a Mimbulus mimbletonia growing out of a stone wall! Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.”

“Oh, yes... very romantic.” He rested his hands on her thighs and squeezed his way up, reaching her hips and then her waist, where he pulled again to resume their previous position.

 A hand cradled her neck and moved her hair to the other side, leaving it exposed and available for consumption. He feasted there until her breath became heavy, that same hand going for the buttons of her shirt. He stopped the movement, and she nodded, searching his lips again.

She would find the parchment and deal with her father the next day. At the moment, she wanted to focus on her beloved partner, and try to forget that she didn’t know when they were going to see each other again.

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[Part 18]

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Tell us abt the story, Shima. I would D I E for your stories (also, an ATS game would make my entire LIFE I would be so broke on it)

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So this is based off of Arthurian lore and has some elements of it but it’s mostly (?) original!

It starts out in a normal high school setting, centered around these two kids named Elin and Niro. Niro’s had a life of total misfortune—his parents died when he was little and there was nobody else to take him in, so he was forced into foster care, and has switched schools so often that he never really got to make any permanent friendships. He’s a quiet guy, sort of weighed down by all of the loss he’s experienced, so that sort of makes him a mysterious and attractive sort of person, which gains him immediate popularity as the school’s handsome new kid. (He’s in his senior year, now, and has been at this school for almost the full year.) Despite his withdrawn personality Niro actually gets along well with his peers, but mostly because he’s a very agreeable sort of person that just goes along with what he’s told to do to fit in. He’s just going through the motions at this point, trying to survive and figure out what he wants to do in life. It isn’t really working out too well because Niro has major depression so every day is a struggle, but his current “guardian” at the foster home he’s staying in helps a lot with that, and Niro views her as sort of a mother figure to him, and it’s soft :’)

Elin, on the other hand, is the school’s laughingstock, and gets picked on a LOT by his classmates. He never fights back and tries to stay out of everybody’s way, so people think him even weirder because of it. He rarely talks and is always found with his nose stuck in a book, which has also labeled him as a major geek, so you can bet he gets targeted a lot because of this;;

Unfortunately, the kids that Niro’s friends with are the group that picks on Elin the most, and it always makes Niro uncomfortable but he’s too hesitant to really speak up about it, especially since Elin just. Sort of takes it and never outwardly complains. It’s basically just Niro making excuses to himself, and whenever he DOES try to talk his buddies out of it they’re like come on man we’re just joking around it’s not a big deal. So that sucks. One day when Niro’s walking to school he notices he’s being followed by a weirdly dressed girl. Eventually she corners him and she’s like “Merlin’s been taking too long to find you so I took things into my own hands since we’re running out of time” and Niro’s like ???? Excuse me? But she doesn’t explain and literally yanks him into a portal and that’s that. LMAO

When they emerge, the girl introduces herself as Lunete, and reveals that she’s taken Niro to the world of Avilion, in the kingdom of starlight called Inlustria. Niro’s still processing that he’s been pulled into another world entirely when Lunete begins to escort him to the castle, and pretty much dumps the world’s lore and his Destiny™️ on him on the way.

Rest is under the cut to save space because it is loooong lol

Lunete explains that there have always been two central figures in Inlustria, for many centuries across many generations. Those figures are Merlin, the wizard, and Arthur, the king meant to wield the holy sword and unify the five kingdoms on the continent together. Currently there are two Merlins, with the second being younger and newer to the position, still in training. However, she adds that this particular Merlin is the most powerful they’ve ever seen in the long history of Merlins to exist, and that he’s basically a child prodigy. It is Merlin’s task to watch over, guide and protect Arthur, so that peace can remain and the cycle can continue anew. The current Arthur is sadly old and very ill, practically on his deathbed, so the process of choosing a new Arthur to replace him had to be rushed.

Lunete then tells Niro that the Arthurs are chosen by fate before birth and are always humans from the other world. Arthurs are always loyal, confident and kindhearted, so there’s never a chance of an Arthur going astray (unless their Merlin purposefully leads them down that path). Niro’s like why are you telling me all this and Lunete goes well isn’t it obvious? Why else would I be telling you. And then Niro realizes that he has been chosen as the new Arthur, and immediately goes into panic mode. Lunete apologizes for the abrupt introduction and Avilion crash course lol but she says that usually it’s the Merlin’s job to remain in the human world, scout out the new Arthur, and bring them to Avilion, since they’re naturally drawn to them by their magic. But this Merlin is particularly stubborn and wants nothing to do with Arthur or his born duty to essentially serve the king, so he’s been stalling on locating him out of sheer spite.

Lunete and Niro arrive at the castle and she leads him into the grand library, where Merlins usually spend most of their time. Niro is shocked to find out that Elin is Merlin, and Elin immediately goes “You have GOT to be kidding me” when he realizes that the new Arthur—who he has to spend the rest of his life with btw—is Niro.

Niro’s even more shocked to find out that Elin is a completely different person than how he is at school. Elin is witty, arrogant and very sassy, and constantly throws shade at Niro for doing nothing while he was being bullied. (Niro then accuses Elin for not standing up for himself when he’s CLEARLY capable of it with both his silver tongue and his knack for magic, but Elin explains that it’s a rule for Merlins not to make a big presence of themselves in the human world. Then Niro feels very guilty.) Elin swears off of accepting Niro as the new Arthur and says he can protect the kingdom all on his own.

Naturally Niro is very reluctant to take on the position of Arthur and become the ruler of an entire kingdom, but Lunete tells him he doesn’t really have a choice, and that all Arthurs fall into the role eventually, so it will be something he’ll automatically adapt to because he’s The Chosen One and it’s meant to be. Niro continuously tries to reach out to Merlin, but he’s notoriously stubborn and refuses to acknowledge Niro.

Eventually Lunete lets slip that Merlin had a complicated history with another human in his childhood that ended...not so well (and no it’s not Esca lol), hence his general distaste towards the other world and humans in general. Ofc that’s not all Merlin is hiding, there’s another enormous secret he doesn’t want coming into the light. And you bet Niro’s going to discover them all ;)

So yeah there’s obviously a lot more that goes on after that—Niro trains to fit into the Arthur role (with a lot of sexy swordfighting training montages), Merlin eventually accepts him and they grow closer (yes. In that way ;D), Merlin shows off how skilled he is with his magic and Niro goes oh no I think I might be in love with him, there’s trouble with the northern kingdom they’re trying to deal with involving a new villain that’s popped up, Niro gets to meet a king from the southern kingdom who sort of becomes his father figure/mentor so that’s cool? Niro finds out exactly what sins Merlin committed in the past, and that past sadly catches up with him and nearly ruins everything so that’s fun. Niro finds out some shit and almost abandons his role as Arthur but eventually returns to Inlustria and obtains Excalibur to save Merlin’s ass, etc. etc. I think after the “main” story ends I’m going to send them out to sea so they can go on an epic magic pirate adventure, because when Niro was a kid he was super into pirates and treasure hunting and the ocean, he was never really a “magic and kingdoms” type of guy which is super ironic. Merlin’s excited about traveling but it turns out he’s really seasick and it’s hilarious. Somewhere down the line they’ll probably find out why there’s always been a “Merlin” and “Arthur” role in their kingdom as well. So LOTS of fun stuff is in store! And my brain hasn’t been shutting up about lore and worldbuilding for this story ever since I came up with it >;)

[440mxs-wife]

The Hunter’s Princess - Chapter 5: Arrows, Knives and Pistols

Pairing: Dean x OFC Kira (eventual), Prince!Dean x OFC Lady Kira. Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Prince!Sam Winchester, Castiel, Rowena, Gabriel, King!John, Queen!Mary, Lucifer and assorted minor characters.

Chapter 5 Word Count: 2490+

Warnings: None really. Each chapter will have individual warnings as needed.

A/N: This is from some material that’s been rattling around in my head from another project that changed direction. Couldn’t let all this content go to waste, though, so here it is. It’s a work-in-progress, and I will try and update as regularly as I can. If you want to be tagged in this series, send me a message!

Thank you and happy reading!

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On the morning of the first day of competition the air was crisp, but not cold enough to warrant an overcoat. Not a cloud in the sky, and the sun was out in full force, bathing the field of competition in its warmth.

Today, Kira would be demonstrating her skill with weaponry. First, the bow and arrow, then throwing knives and lastly, the flintlock pistol. She'd had plenty of practice over the years with these items, so she was not at all concerned about her performance.

Tomorrow's competition was an equestrian event, which involved a course of jumps and turns to prove her skill on horseback. Again, no worries, because she was perfectly comfortable on the back of a horse. Kira used to ride horses on her Aunt Brenda's farm, her favorite being an Arabian stallion named Midnight.

The part that scared Kira the most was the interview with the king and queen. Kira knew she had made an impression on the queen, but she had yet to  cross paths with the king. She could tell that the princes held a healthy respect for their parents. Kira had also heard stories that the king was not a man to accept disobedience lightly.

For anyone who had met Kira, it was well known that she has always had trouble following instructions. She had a tendency to follow her heart and leave her head to either catch up or be left behind. That alone was enough to make Kira a little anxious about meeting the king.

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Sarah entered Kira's room and opened the heavy window curtains, which allowed the abundant sunshine to flood the room with light. Kira was excited for the day's events, so she didn't need much coaxing. But as soon as Kira sat up, she felt a little dizzy so she stopped. She tried again to sit up, albeit a little more slowly and the feeling disappeared.

Kira reviewed her wardrobe and considered her fashion choices for  the day. She decided that a day dress would not be practical for the day's events. She   pulled on a pair of black leggings, a long rust-colored tunic and her black knee-high boots. She added the leather gauntlets for her wrists. Of course, Kira also made sure she had the locket, which she tucked under the collar of her tunic.

Sufficiently clothed, Kira wandered into the dining hall for the  morning meal. Serena and Christina were already seated at one corner of  the table, whispering with heads bowed together. As soon as Kira entered the room, Serena and Christina stopped talking. Adriana sat alone in the corner opposite the other two ladies, so Kira walked over to her.

Adriana had long, curly blond hair gathered in a low ponytail in back. Her coffee-colored eyes took in Kira's appearance, almost as if she were sizing up the competition. Adriana's attitude this morning seemed to be a complete   turnaround from their conversation at last night's dinner.

Kira wished Adriana good morning, and she politely responded. "Is it all right if I sit with you?" Kira asked.

"I'd rather have the time to myself, to prepare for today's competition if you don't mind," Adriana replied icily.

Kira could feel her cheeks growing warm. "I'm sorry if I have offended you in any way Adriana. If I've said something--" she cut Kira off.

"I'm not really interested in making friends or alliances. I'm here to compete for myself and for my homeland. So, you stay on your eastern side of the kingdom and I'll stay on my southern side of the kingdom. That way, we'll get along just peachy with each other," Adriana retorted as she got up to leave.

"Wow, making lots of friends, aren't we?" Serena sneered. "You've been doing a lot of running around with Castiel and the princes. You probably think that makes you better than the rest of us, but it doesn't. I'd watch your back if I were you, Lady Kira. Accidents can happen," Serena added darkly as she and Christina left the dining hall.

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Kira made her way to the field for the targeting event, where the other competitors were already waiting. While she walked, she thought about the conversation at breakfast, and each lady's reaction to her. She knew that she wasn't Serena's or Christina's favorite person. However, she thought she at least had a chance at friendship with Adriana. Guess I'm on my own here, she thought.

The firing lanes were spread ten feet apart between each of the competitors. Points were to be scored as follows: Bull's eye was worth 25 points. Moving farther away from the center ring, the point values were reduced to 10, 7, 5 and 3. Each competitor was given ten arrows. The one with the most points at the end of the day wins the event.

First up were Christina and Adriana. They each shot their ten arrows, with Christina earning a total of 75 points. Adriana did almost as well, turning in a good performance with 72 points, while Serena shot extremely well for 87   points.

Finally, it was time for Kira to compete. She stepped up to the firing line and shot her ten arrows. All that practice at the firing range in the bunker must have paid off, because Kira pulled in 89 points. That put her in the lead after the bow and arrow event. She looked over at the royal viewing box, and locked eyes with Prince Dean. He gave Kira a somewhat subtle wink and a smile, causing her to blush slightly.

The next event involved the use of throwing knives. Kira had definitely had plenty of practice at this when fighting shapeshifters and werewolves. She again came away with the highest number of points. By the time the first two events were finished, it was time for the midday meal. The royal family left first to be seated in the dining hall, followed by the competitors.

After everyone was fed, they all trudged back out to the competition field. Each lady's personal flintlock pistols were waiting on a table inside each firing booth. This time, competitors would only have five shots instead of ten. This made the margin for error much smaller, so all shots had to count. Kira only hoped that the lead she had built up from the first two events would be enough to distinguish herself.

Christina and Adriana fared a bit better in this task, while Serena continued to turn in a superior performance. Kira knew she had her work cut out for her. She currently held the lead, but the gap had narrowed to less than what she was comfortable with.

Kira stepped up to the firing line and waited for her cue to begin her performance. As soon as she picked up her pistol, she knew something was wrong with it. Kira examined her firearm, and did not see any immediate evidence of tampering, so she decided to move on.

She lined up the target in her sights and fired the first round, but it went wide of the center. At that moment, Kira figured someone had messed with her sights so they were completely off. Fortunately, she had enough firearms experience to be able to compensate for this occurrence. Kira adjusted her aim and fired her next round, which pierced the target in the center area. The three remaining rounds joined it and the crowd applauded in  appreciation.

Kira and the other   competitors were called over to the royal box to receive the results of today's events. As they waited, she happened to again lock eyes with Prince Dean, who smiled and nodded in Kira's direction, causing her to blush  again.

A page handed Queen Mary a piece of paper with the day's results. She cleared her throat before reading aloud the information. "There are a total of six points separating the top performers. Here are the rankings: in fourth place, Adriana of the Southern territory and third place is Christina, our competitor from the Western territory."

The queen paused at this time, because she had yet to mention two competitors, Kira and Serena. "In second place but only three points off the leader, we have Serena from the Northern territory, leaving Kira from the Eastern territory as today's winner!" The crowd jumped to its feet and broke into a thunderous applause.

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After the announcement that Kira was the points leader in the Princes' Challenge, she received no end of congratulatory hugs and well wishes. She began to get a little uncomfortable with all the attention, so she excused herself to her room for some rest. Prince Samuel caught up to Kira as she walked back to her quarters. "Is everything all right, Lady Kira?" he asked.

Kira gave a quick curtsy. "Yes, Your Highness, everything is fine. I just need a small break for now, but I'll see you at dinner," she answered.

Prince Samuel took her hand and kissed the back of it. "I look forward to seeing you, Lady Kira. Absolutely magnificent performance, by the way. Can't wait to see you on horseback tomorrow," he grinned. "Until dinner, Lady Kira," he said softly, kissing her hand again.

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Prince Dean saw Lady Kira try and gracefully remove herself from the crowd of well-wishers. His heart went out to her because she looked a little overwhelmed from all the attention. The prince walked around the corner from the competition field, and saw Lady Kira in conversation with his brother. Only it looked like he was letting his lips on the back of her hand do more of the talking.

Dean didn't blame Lady Kira, she was only being polite, but he was angry with his brother. Sam saw how Dean reacted when he saw Castiel and Lady Kira together that first day in the marketplace. On that day, Prince Dean admitted that he was a little jealous. Castiel assured him many times that he had no intentions towards Lady Kira other than friendship. Prince Dean, however, had other ideas.

Lady Kira, he thought. She's....amazing. She's smart, determined and beautiful, with a generous spirit. She certainly proved her weapons skills today, he acknowledged. The prince could see that the lady cares so deeply about others. It made him wonder if she's ever given a thought about what she wants from life.

It was clear to Prince Dean that Lady Kira genuinely wants to help people, not for the fame or recognition, but because it's the right thing to do. It sounded to him like the makings of a good queen. Collins told the princes and Castiel that her people absolutely adore her and are fiercely loyal to her. Prince Dean thought that it was easy to see why.

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Dean and Lady Kira arrived in the Tub Room, where Dean showed her where the shampoo, soaps and towels were located. She had brought some clothes from her room to change into after her bath.

"There's hot and cold running water in here, 'hot' is on the left and 'cold' is on the right. I'll get it started, then you can adjust the temperature to however you like. When you're done, just pull the plug at the bottom and all the water will drain away," Dean explained. "Any questions?" he asked. Lady Kira shook her head. "Welp, then I guess I'll leave you to it. Enjoy," he remarked.

"Thank you," Lady Kira murmured. She marveled at the convenience of not having to heat up the water before bathing. She wondered how she was ever going to go back to the way things were when she returned to her home dimension. Nevertheless, she was determined to do whatever it would take to restore balance in the universe.

As the water filled the tub, Lady Kira selected some lavender bath salts, which she knew would smell nice and help her to sleep. She grabbed the pitcher from the cabinet shelf and the shampoo so she could wash her hair as well. She sprinkled in the bath salts and let the water run for a few more minutes before turning off the faucet and stepping into the tub.

After Lady Kira finished washing her hair, she nestled into the tub and let her mind drift to the three men in charge of her return home. For a situation that ought to be scaring the daylights out of her, she was surprisingly calm. It was like she'd met them before, but how could she have done that?

Castiel....an Angel of the Lord here, but there was a Castiel who was best friends with the crown princes....Samuel and Dean! Of course, that's why these men looked familiar, why she felt so at ease around them.

She wondered if the princes and Castiel in her world were also hunters. If they were, it wasn't something that was well-known. Lady Kira imagined the circumstances were the same in this world, that these men saved people. They just didn't want the recognition for it.

When the water started to lose its warmth, Lady Kira exited the tub and reached down to pull the stopper, as Dean instructed. These men were certainly attractive, but she was drawn to Dean in particular. The way he carried himself gave off an air of protectiveness, determination and strength.

However, his moss-colored eyes held a hint of sadness in them each time he looked at her. His look reminded Lady Kira of a man who clearly longed to be with the woman he loved. She wondered if there was some sort of attraction between Dean and the woman whose place she had taken. Lady Kira made a mental note to ask Sam about the nature of their relationship, if any.

She caught a whiff of the scent from the lavender bath salts and inhaled deeply. As she stood up, she felt a jolt of dizziness in her head. She braced herself on the edge of the tub as a slide show of images flashed through her mind.

At first, she saw Dean standing next to an older man with a beard and a kind face. She recognized Sam, but this was a much younger version. In the next flash, there were two women, one with short dark hair and one with long blond hair, taking turns hugging Sam and Dean. Another flash featured a short man in an all-black suit with a dark beard and mustache, standing next to a woman with long and wavy red hair.

These must be her memories, Lady Kira thought. That lavender smell must have triggered it, she reasoned. Another dizzying jolt brought an image of Dean and Kira, sitting on a couch, his arms wrapped snugly around her. She reaches for Dean's hands and intertwines their fingers. Although they are not looking at each other, Lady Kira can see it in their eyes.

They are most definitely in love with each other.

Part 6 here!

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[princess-of-riviaa]

A witcher, a bard, and a princess part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Pairing: Geralt x OFC Adeline

Summary: After Jaskier’s current love hears about the morning he spent with Adeline in the creek, he runs off to prove his love exists only her. Adeline and Geralt chase after the bard and end up in the middle of one of Yennefer’s lustful parties.

Warning(s): public sex, fingering

Geralt and Roach are ready to leave as soon as Jaskier and Adeline return from the creek. But at some point between when the two of them enter town and when Adeline first notices Geralt, Jaskier disappears.

“Where the hell is the bard?” Geralt asks in his deep voice, clearly impatient.

I was pretending you were someone else, too, Jaskier had said after the kiss. We don’t want to be together. Pretending otherwise isn’t fair to either one of us, or the people we actually do want to be with. Who was this woman that Jaskier was so enamored by?

“Adeline,” Geralt presses, finally gaining her full attention and silencing her thoughts about Jaskier.

She opens her mouth to tell him she doesn’t know, when she hears footsteps come up behind her. Familiar footsteps. Geralt and Adeline look to find Jaskier nearing them, looking lost.

“Jask?” The witcher and princess say in unison.

“I fucking ruined it,” the bard murmurs.

“Ruined what?” Adeline wonders.

Jaskier’s blue eyes meet hers and he confesses, “Sophia, the woman I was telling you about, she... she knows what happened. And now I’ll be lucky if she ever wants to speak to me again.”

Guilt knots Adeline’s stomach. Sophia’s mad at Jaskier because of something she’d caused. If Adeline had never kissed him, never been so stupid, her friend wouldn’t be so broken hearted right now.

“It’s my fault,” Adeline tells him. “Did you tell her that? Did you tell her that it was my doing?”

Jaskier shakes his head and pieces of hair fall in his eyes. “She wouldn’t hear me out after I told her about the kiss--”

“You two kissed?” It’s impossible to decipher the emotion in Geralt’s voice when he asks the question.

Jaskier’s eyes grow wide suddenly. “Sophia said she was going to a mage’s party. She’s probably headed there now.”

“Jaskier--” Adeline begins, trying to tell him that they’re supposed to leave, that the three of them still have to go to Nilfgaard, but Jaskier’s already running in the opposite direction. “Shit.” Adeline doesn’t hesitate to run after him, knowing that he’ll probably need someone there to hear him out after Sophia refuses him again.

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The mage’s house is on the northern outskirts of town. Adeline follows Jaskier at a running pace for a good ten minutes before she arrives at the entrance of the house. There’s something off about the place. Something in the air pulls Adeline in, makes her want nothing more than to enter and never leave this place.

“It’s strong magic,” comes Geralt’s voice from behind her.

Adeline moves to turn towards him, but she can’t take her eyes off the house, off what must be waiting for her inside.

“You’re not going in there,” Geralt tells her.

But Adeline’s feet carry her inside anyways, moving before she tells them to. The magic only grows stronger once she’s inside the foyer. Her thoughts blur together and her body feels foreign, like it’s not her own. She suddenly forgets why she came here.

Geralt appears at her side in an instant. “Do you need me to carry you out, princess?”

Adeline’s body grows warmer at the sight of him. Her gaze narrows in on his mouth and she wants to know what those lips taste like. She wants him to kiss her forever. She wants to be wrapped up in his strong arms until the day she dies.

“Shit,” Geralt curses, and damn him for sounding so sexy when he curses. “This is Yennefer’s party.”

“Who?” Adeline wonders in a soft voice, though it doesn’t sound like her own.

“Yennefer--she’s a mage,” Geralt explains. “She’s a fan of... intimate gatherings. You can’t go inside. You won’t be able to control yourself. Your body won’t be your own, Adeline.”

“Jaskier,” she says, her thoughts growing clearer the longer Geralt speaks. “We have to find him. If he’s in here, he won’t be able to get out on his own.”

Geralt hesitates, knowing she’s right.

“The magic isn’t affecting you,” Adeline notes.

“Witchers are immune,” he explains. “This kind of magic only works on humans.”

Meaning her.

Meaning Jaskier.

“We have to get him out,” Adeline says.

Geralt sighs but she can tell he agrees with her.

Surprising her, he takes her hand. His fingers are so large that they swallow up her tiny ones. She looks up at him in surprise.

“I’m not losing you in here too,” Geralt says.

Adeline lets him guide her further in the house. She grows breathless the further in they move, not because it’s taking a physical toll on her, but because the magic is running through her veins, making her desperate--turning her on. The further in they move, the harder it becomes for Adeline to keep her hands off of the witcher, and by the time they make it to the main room, she’s curled around his arm and clinging to him like her life depends on it.

Couples are sprawled out in this room, clinging to each other in intimate moments of passion. The air is hot and sticky and filled with loud gasps and groans and moans. Adeline’s never seen so much skin before. Her eyes drift around the room, though she’s mainly focused on the witcher beside her. She spots Jaskier’s familiar brown hair and blue eyes in the far corner. He’s cornering a petite blonde against the wall, kissing her neck and groping her breasts. The woman’s head is thrown back in pure bliss. Is that the Sophia Jaskier had been talking about?

“Jaskier,” Adeline manages to get out, but she doesn’t have enough control over her body to point him out to Geralt.

Geralt spots the bard eventually and takes a step towards him.

“Wait!” Adeline gasps. Her body is on fire. She’s so wound up that it’s painful at this point. She refuses to let go of Geralt’s arm, to put anymore distance between them when she needs him so desperately.

Geralt looks back at her and notices the state she’s in. He throws one last glance at Jaskier before throwing Adeline over his shoulder and leaving. The cool, outside air is so light and refreshing that Adeline’s gasps. She hadn’t realized how stuffy it had been in that house. Her mind was too laser-focused on one thing, one man, to think about the air quality.

Geralt sets her down once they’re a block away from the mage’s house. The sun’s disappeared already. It was the middle of the day when they’d gone into that house. How much time had passed? How long had they been in that cursed place?

Adeline leans against the back wall of a building and catches her breath. She’s still wound up, though. The fire still runs strong in her stomach and she can feel her desire drip down her thighs. Her breathing comes quick, her heart still racing in her chest. Her mind is spinning.

“Geralt, it hurts,” she whimpers. How the hell is she supposed to make this ache go away?

Geralt presses himself against her until every inch of her is wrapped around him. His clothes and skin is cool against hers. She’s burning up--something she didn’t realize until now.

“It’s the magic,” he explains in a low whisper. “Once the spell is broken it will begin to make it’s way out of your body. You’ll be back to normal after that.”

“How...” Gods, it’s so hard to speak when she can’t even breathe. “How do we break... the spell?”

“If any of Yennefer’s past parties are anything to go by, you have to cum.”

It takes an embarrassing long minute for Adeline to focus on his words enough to understand them. “Come?”

“Cum,” he repeats, his breath tickling her ear. “As in, you have to get yourself off.”

Oh.

Oh.

“I’d rather you do it,” she confesses. She can’t bring herself to blush. The control she has over her body is still slim, and she can’t control her embarrassment just like she can’t control her sudden candor. “I want you to finger me, Geralt. I want your hands, your tongue--anything. Everything. I want to feel all of you.”

He hesitates. “It’s just the spell talking.”

“No,” she disagrees. “It’s true, all of it. I’ve wanted you since--well, not since the moment I saw you. When I first saw you I wanted nothing to do with you. But shortly after that I wanted you. That night you saved me from the bear--that’s when I knew I’d stop at nothing to have you. And I still want you just as badly. I swear I want you more with each passing day--”

He kisses her, probably to shut her up, but the way his mouth moves against hers, the way he cups her face in his hands... she knows he’s also kissing her because he wants to. She sighs into his mouth and reaches out for him. She just means to touch his chest, but her hand latches right onto his manhood, straining in his pants. When her touch registers in his body, he kisses her harder. His tongue moves between her lips and tangles with her own. If she was struggling to breathe before, now she can’t breathe at all.

“Geralt, please,” she whimpers into his mouth. “I need you.”

His hand moves down her dress and hikes up her skirts. Her body shivers when she feels his cool hand between her legs, touching her dripping heat. His fingers move between her folds as his mouth leaves a trail of kisses down her jaw and neck. She’s gasping loudly, unable to control her volume.

“Tell me why you kissed Jaskier,” he breathes against her neck.

She opens her mouth to tell him right as he inserts a finger inside of her. His finger is so long and thick that it stings for the first few seconds, but she’s gasping and moaning as soon as the pain turns to pleasure. One of her hands come up to tug on his hair, while the other reaches down for his cock.

“Tell me,” he presses before biting the skin on her neck.

“You get me so wound up,” she admits, the words tumbling out of her mouth against her will. “Every time I look at you it takes everything inside of me not to beg you to take right there, no matter where we are. But you won’t go near me, and I know Jaskier goes through women like a princess goes through clothes, and I was so desperate for just anything--” Adeline lets out a whorish moan when Geralt inserts a second finger, curling his digits inside of her and making her walls clench around him. She’s close. She’s so damn close.

“Do you want him?” Geralt asks. He begins to suck on the spot of her neck he’d bitten.

“I only want you, Geralt!” she screams out, her voice rising as her climax comes closer and closer.

His fingers are moving at an inhuman speed inside of her. Her legs clench as her hips buck up, desperately meeting each of his hand’s movements. She cries out his name seconds before she cums around his fingers. Her legs shake and grow weak as her climax rolls through her body and sends her straight to heaven. Geralt holds onto her, careful to not let her fall as her body goes limp against him.

She catches her breath and closes her eyes. Slowly, her thoughts become less blurred as the spell wears off and her body is once again her own. Geralt pulls back from her once she can stand on her own. She frowns, trying to remember everything that just happened, but her memory fades with each passing second. “What just happened?” she wonders, looking up at Geralt in confusion.

“Jaskier, the idiot, ran right into a mage’s trap,” he says. “You tried to follow him. I stopped you. That’s all.”

His words don’t ring a bell with her, but she can’t remember anything of the last day, so she has to believe he’s being true. “What about Jaskier? Is he okay?”

“He will be in the morning,” Geralt says. “But it looks like we’re stuck here another night. I’ll go see if the innkeeper is feeling generous to tolerate us again. We leave at dawn for Niflgaard.”

You nod. You’ve never wanted to get out of a town as badly as you do now.

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Forging A Heart (Ivar the Boneless) 10- Requests

Pairings: Ivar x Artemis (OFC)

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9- Conflicted

AN: This one's a little boring, sorry 😅

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The axe glimmered in the light, shinning fiercely in a way that resembled the northern star. It was a thing of beauty, a foreign styled weapon held in the hands of a vengeful son. She knew it would soon drip the blood of the foreign kings.

It had taken a few days, just as she said it would, but it was worth all the time in the world to her. It was like a child she had to give away into uncaring hands. Leather strips were woven strategically around the wooden handle in the viking fashion, thanks to Arvid.

Artemis watched as Ivar's thumb grazes over the runes carved into the wood. He had it blessed by their own priests for battle as soon as he could.

The sun filtered through the branches perfectly, melting away the snow caught on the leaves. It was where the brothers had their training ground, and they were all determined to test run the axe. Ivar sat on the old tree stump, a haughty smile playing on his lips. It was an axe that any warrior would envy.

"I think he is quite impressed with your creation," Arvid says to her as they watched the brothers from a distance. Like children, they circle around Ivar to get a chance to glimpse at the weapon.

"The only good I've been able to do it seems." She mutters with a shrug, bringing her new fur cloak tighter around herself when the winds picked up speed.

"You know, you do not look like much of a slave." Arvid remarks, casting her a curious look. He was quick to notice the fine cloak she wore.

"No," She responds, "That is because I was never meant to be one." She says with such honesty, turning to glance up at him. Arvid's blue eyes clashed with her's in a playful battle. The young blacksmith had always treated her differently, and it didn't help that he was strikingly handsome. Artemis never thought she'd think of a northman as attractive, but it was something she could not deny, God help her.

"Artemis!" Ivar hisses her name, glaring at the pair with daggers for eyes. He called her over using the axe as if it had replaced his arm, "Come here!"

"Your master awaits," Arvid holds back a laugh when she rolls her eyes, slowly trudging through the melting snow. Ubbe and Hvitserk were smirking while Sigurd stood neutral, looking at her with stone like eyes.

"Yes, Prince Ivar." Somehow the snow had gotten into his hair, melting onto the brown stands that grew longer by the day. His eyes were a pretty pale blue that day, a sign the he wasn't in any particular pain. His brow was wrinkled in displeasure, and pink lips set in a pout. Artemis glanced at Ivar's lips before looking back into his eyes.

"You must have the first throw," He grunts, handing her the axe.

"The first throw, Prince?"

"Mhm," He hums, pointing towards the target placed high on the tree a few feet away from them, "You made it, you get the first throw." Hvitserk laughs at her expression as it was one of pure horror.

"Come now, Artemis, surely you can throw an axe?" Hvitserk taunts, and Ibbe laughs along with him.

"I can make them, but I was never trained to wield them." She responds, slightly embarrased. She knew some of the women in their culture were known as shieldmaidens, and that they were held in high regards. Generally, it seemed the women of the north had more liberties than the rest of the known world.

Artemis remembered watching her brother fight with father, makeshift training for any future defenses. But that was all she did. She watched and was never allowed to engage. It was one thing for a woman to work with metals, but something entirely different if she could fight. She would have never been married off, not that it mattered anymore.

"She is no shieldmaiden, Ivar," Sigurd says, though it came out more taunting than he wanted. He moves towards her to grab hold of the axe and she immediately takes a step away from him on instinct. Sigurd frowns, but took a step back as well, putting his hands up in defeat. Ivar watches their exchange but says nothing of it.

"No, she is no shieldmaiden, only a trickster with a foul mouth, like Loki," Ivar says as he watched Artemis hesitate, "A blacksmith should be more than qualified to fight in combat." She blinked at his words, frowning. Still, she doesn't move an inch to do what Ivar was asking of her.

"Let us see what you can do, Artemis," Ubbe says, stepping forward, placing a comforting hand to her shoulder, "Do not look so defeated, you are strong if you can manage the skill of a blacksmith."

Ubbe had always been the one to have words of comfort, which she was always grateful for, but those words had no affect at the moment. Artemis looks over at Ivar, who beckons her to continue. Suddenly the old tree stump he sat on made him look a pompous, smug king.

"Well? Go on." Artemis hesitated before looking down at the axe. She would make a fool of herself, she knew. It would be an embarrassment to her and her axe. The target was a distance away from them, how was she supposed to hurl it so far?

"Come Artemis! You are one of us now, go ahead!" Arvid calls from behind her, and she looks round just enough to catch a flash of his charming smile.

"Hurry up," Ivar growls, the young blacksmith's voice irritating him to no end. That was enough to push her, her irritation growing along side his. She let out an angry huff, and without thinking, she flung the heavy axe to its destination with both hands. Everyone was silent, watching in anticipating as to where the axe would land.

Her hands flew to her lips in shock, glancing down at Ivar who had a lopsided grin.

"Not exactly the target, but you struck the tree well enough." The axe was embedded into the tree about a few feet under the target. It wasn't too bad of a first throw, but it still caused an eruption of laughter from the brothers.

"Well done," Laughs Hvitserk, ruffling her hair, "You're on your way to becoming a shieldmaiden." They howled in laughter while Artemis stared at her feet in utter shame.

"Come now, none of that," Ivar says to her with that damned smile, "Go on and fetch the axe." He pats her lower back, encouraging her to move forward. Her hands were balled into fists by the time she reached the axe, and she used all her strength to pry it out from the strong wood. She brought it back to Ivar who took it easily from her hands.

"Watch." He tells her, and with such ease he hurls the axe into the air with a fierce velocity, and in a few seconds the blade was embedded into the middle of the target. The force cracked it slightly, making it hang off the tree before breaking and falling to the ground.

Artemis's eyes grew wide in awe, and she turns to look at Ivar, only to see he was already watching her, a smirk in place.

"And that is the axe that will conquer the world."

...

It was a light snowfall when Floki found her. She was a small figure in black, hood raised with no way of identifying her person, but he knew it was her. That was Ivar's cloak she was wearing, he'd seen it a million times before. A woven basket hung from her arm, with a collection of fabrics and threadings from only the finest seamstress in Kattegat.

There was something different about her, Floki noticed, as he followed her down towards the bustling market. It might have been her physical appearance, as she did not look entirely beaten down and disheveled as before. She did not seem entirely happy, that was evident, but not entirely sad either. She walked without the fear she once had, weaving her way through the market as if she's lived there her entire life.

She stops at the fish stall, looking down towards the array of sea creatures inbedded in mounds of salt for sale.

"Christian." Floki's voice was easily recognizable. She whips her head to look at him, surprised with his approach. He wasn't seen often in the city, preferring to keep to himself on the outskirts of Kattegat.

"The people speak of your abilities." He continues and Artemis almost snorts in response. He was making her sound like a shaman.

"And what have you heard?" She asks, raking her eyes over his form. He had many furs about his shoulders, giving him the appearance of a large yet lanky wolf. All that did nothing to hide the sadness in his eyes.

"They say you are a blacksmith," His tone was nothing she'd heard before, "Is it true?"

"It is."

"It is also said you can craft jewels." Artemis eyes Floki curiously.

"Is there something you wish to ask me?"

She never liked being around him for too long, not that she sees him often enough, but he was interrupting her work with small talk, and she had to return to Edda with the fabrics and fish before she was repeimanded.

"I wish to gift Helga with jewels." Floki says, looking out towards the northern seas that lapped at Kattegat's shores to avoid her eyes. Artemis hums in response, alerting the fisherman of the fishes she would be purchasing. She says nothing, watching the fisherman pack them while Floki fumed beside her.

"Did you hear me, Christian?"

"I did," She responds, "Though I wonder how this involves me." Floki huffs out an irritated breath. She knew what he was asking, but she wanted him to say it, which did not please him.

"I want you to make a necklace for her." Floki's black rimmed eyes stare down at her. His pride was hurt somehow, to be asking a slave, let alone a Christian, for a favor.

"A necklace?" Artemis snorts as quietly as she could, careful not to let out a laugh that threatened to slip past her lips.

"Helga worries me these days. She has grown a fondness for a little girl from the Morrish country, but I fear she is losing herself with this child. Tanaruz, she has a hatred for us that my wife refuses to see." Whoever the girl was, Artemis didn't blame her. She has felt the same feelings of hatred herself.

"And Helga misses you dearly," Floki grunts, scratching his head, "I fear I have made her upset by not allowing you to visit and the little patience I have for the child."

"So you wish to seek forgiveness with jewels?"

Jewels were indeed beautiful. What woman would not want to be draped in luxury? But Helga seemed like the type of woman who would not be easily swayed by jewels.

"I wish to see her happy, Christian, now can you do this or not?" Artemis thanked the fisherman, handing him a gold coin before placing the bagged fish in her basket.

"You may visit Helga in our home if you please." He adds reluctantly. She gives him a side glance, pulling the basket comfortably over the crease of her arm before nodding.

"Very well. I will do this for Helga, but only if Prince Ivar allows it."

"I shall speak with him. I will accompany you to their cabin." Her brows knit in confusion, but she walked beside him silently, letting the flurries of snow lightly melt against her cheeks and lashes.

"You remind me of someone," Floki speaks after a while, "An old friend of Ragnar's."

"Oh?"

Was that for her to take as a compliment?

"He was a priest taken on our very first raid in England. He was Ragnar's slave."

"How lovely," She mutters, "I suppose you weren't fond of him either, this Christian priest?"

"Of course not, " Floki scoffs, "He had nothing to offer us but to misguide and to stray our king away from the ways of our gods."

"Is that what you think I will do? Misguide the prince and your people?" Artemis shakes her head, "I've no interest in teaching any of you of my God." She wished the cabin could be closer so that their conversation may end. How ill her luck was, to be subjected to such useless talk.

"Perhaps," Floki shrugs, looking up towards the gray skies. His hair blew with the winds, causing him to appear a mad man, but that was not far from the truth, "But this priest was patient, just as you are, and infuriatingly kind. Such a pious man, with his Christian ways. Ragnar freed him, and he assimilated into our society quiet well. He chose the faith of our gods, but I always knew he was not true to it."

"What was his name?" Artemis asks out of curiosity.

"A very Saxon name. Athelstan." Floki says his name with a sigh. Perhaps it reminded him of Ragnar.

"What happened to him?" The cabin was finally in sight and Artemis mentally cheered, rubbing her hands together in an attempt to warm them.

"A most unfortunate death I'm afraid," When Artemis finally turns to look at him he let's out a manic giggle before continuing.

"I killed him."

Floki opens the door of the cabin and enters without hesitation, leaving Artemis dumbfounded out in the snow.

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Request; Kombat Kast proposing to their S/O

Some fluffy goodness for everyone to warm their hearts. Before I write some horrific smut that dashes everyone’s hopes I’m off my bullshit. Some pure fluff, tooth rotting fluff actually, you better phone your dentist it’s that sweet. There’s a cut half way down, but not because of smut! Just because these are like a page long each. This is  FUCKING long post. It took me three hours to write, because I had to make four cups of tea as well.  If you want more people adding, please tell me and I can do a Part two; Electric boogaloo.  GIFS are not mine and do not belong to me. 

Kuai Liang/ Sub Zero;

·         He plans it down to the last little detail. He is a perfectionist and likes everything to be organised. He would have a secret binder dedicated to the planning of it. Kept in between his ‘Shit to say to Bi-Han when I see him’ and ‘Ice Puns’ binders.

·         He wants it to be special and perfect and will know exactly what you want. He listens, cares and is attentive. So, he’s going to know you on a pretty intimate level. The only thing he doesn’t want to do, is a massive public proposal, he’s not going to confess his love for you. When half of the Special Forces unit is behind him. He could not cope and it’s too much for him. So intimate and just the two of you. But he will make it dam special.

·         He doesn’t act nervous at all. But he’s dying and struggling on the inside. He’s just good at keeping face and acting like it doesn’t bother him. But he’s nervous on the inside.

·         He’ll be ringing his hands a little beforehand, he’ll be smiling a little more than usual as well. He won’t be giving you any hints however. That’s all a secret he doesn’t want to ruin.

·         He’ll take you outside the Temple, far from prying eyes and anyone who could potentially ruin the moment. All under the guise he wants to go for a walk. He’ll have brought a thermal flask full of tea and a blanket for you in case you get cold. He will let you wear one of his coats, he doesn’t understand why he has them anyway.

·         He’ll bring you to a secluded location, which is atop a Geiser and has a natural hot spring bath. He’ll honestly ask if you fancy taking a swim with him. He’s already preparing to jump in, tits out and prepared for what must be a normal temperature for him. He reassures you it’ll be warm.

·         After you’re both in, he ends up dragging you over to him, letting you sit on his lap whilst he sits on one of the ledges. He’ll be kissing your neck ever so softly. Playing with your hair and whispering in your ear.

·         Don’t expect him to get on one knee because that was never going to happen. He’ll bring up instead how Sareena asked about you joining the Lin Kuei. At first, you’ll be thinking you’ve been dragged all the way here, to talk about you dressing like a ninja, but not being a ninja, but kind of like one. But they aren’t Ninjas. God they aren’t Ninjas, don’t call them Ninjas. They fucking are.  

·         He’ll then go on and on about what he loves about you, your honour, integrity, your kindness, your eyes all of that jazz. He gets really cuddly and his breathing becomes a bit staggered, he starts coughing a little (In game he coughs ice and that’s actually cute as fuck) as his throat dries up.

·         It ends up coming up as; ‘There’s no position for you to join as a member… but there is the position as Wife of the Grandmaster’ God that sounds awful and he cringes internally. He’s just asked you so formally, as if there was a fucking form for you to fill in. It’s sort of sweet and extremely formal. But would It be any other way?

·         If you say yes (Which OFC you will because it’s fucking Sub Zero and he’s precious) he’ll give you his Grandmothers ring. His Grandfather gave it to him. Because he was totally his Grandfathers favourite, because he’s not a little edgy shit lord.

 Kabal;

·         Both pre and post burn, expect something wild, unexpected and totally lush. He puts a fair bit of thought into it. And it will always be personal and the two of you.

·         He’ll have a brainstorming session with Erron and Kano. Which ends with Erron offering to marry you instead of Kabal. He’s not happy with that and frowns like fuck. Kano is of no fucking use at all. He’s not the king of romance. He ends up getting an idea from him though.

·         Kabal hates the cold and loves to be warm. So, he’d aim to propose to you somewhere warm. Will book you plane tickets to go to the Land down Under itself, specifically Tasmania. Thank you, Kano and your accent, (your only redeeming quality) Won’t tell you he got the idea from him.

·         He’ll offer to take you on a hike, ending in some late-night camping and maybe a few drinks.

·         Fun fact about Kabal, for someone who can run really fast and is speed, he is a bit lazy and hates hiking. Walking is boring and its stupidly hot.

·         Papa is out of shape, in this weather and just walking. He want to sprint to the top but he doesn’t want to leave you. He offers to give you a piggyback to the top, but he knows how dizzy and sick it makes you. You cannot throw up now. He’s planned the perfect night.

·         Wishes he’d opted for the other equator, but he’s committed to it now.

·         After you climb to a high place, set up camp and open a few cold ones, he’ll wait till its dark and slowly pray its going to happen.

·         Fuck the Northern Lights, have you ever seen the Southern Lights? Because you sure have. All the purples and pinks blend together, and its amazing to watch as you’re both laid back on a blanket. His arm is around your waist, your head is on his chest and you’re both so amazed.

·         He ends up asking you to grab him another beer. He’s placed the ring around the neck of a bottle (He had no idea what to do with this part) when you turn around he’s just knelt there. “I feel like a bit of a tit now… but…” What he says next will depend on if he’s pre or post burn.

·         Pre-Burn’; Talking about your life together so far. How you put up with his jokes, him leaving his hook swords on the table. How you both have trashy music tastes, how you both sing and scream drunk together and how he loves you. And couldn’t think of any other person he’d want to spend the remainder of his life with. Post-Burn; It’s a lot more intimate and real. He talks about how he knew you’d never leave him after his accident. But how he always feared it happening because he felt like a monster. But you showed him he wasn’t like that and brought him back from the brink. He’ll also go on about how you complete him, and he will never meet another like you.

·         The ring is exactly what you want. He’s been paying attention to what you’ve been looking at, will make sure he buys you jewellery for Christmas or your Birthday, so he has the ring size, style and all that sorted. It’s something that’s personal and intimate. He made sure you’d love it. What a good egg.

Scorpion/ Hanzo Hasashi;

·         The decision to propose to you tore him up a lot. He’d meditate and think about it a lot. Like how could he move on from his wife? In the end Kuai ends up helping him through the emotions. Talking about how the past should be left, he’s been reborn with a new chance in life. And how he’s avenged her, and everything is once more at peace. This eases him… that and he asks for advice, it was a lot simpler the first time he proposed and was very traditional. Sub is lost and just smiles awkwardly. He’s not a wise man when it comes to others personal lives. He barely has control over his own.

·         He ends up opting for what he knows and goes down the traditional route. He ends up wanting to meet your family. If you have a father he’ll totally ask permission, because tradition, if you don’t he’ll ask your mothers. Its traditional and its just the way he would be. He’s not asking their permission for your hand, because you’re your own person, it’s more a sign of respect. And he likes to respect people. He doesn’t want to be pissing anyone off either. He’s trying to maintain and keep peace not cause more drama. He’s had enough of that shit for a lifetime.

·         He’ll plan it down to every little detail. Everything is going to be perfect and exactly like he planned. God help anyone who messes with his plan. Grandmaster Grumpy face will fucking rage. Someone knocked over the vase he carefully placed to add to the aesthetic, they better clean it up before he sees it.

·         He’ll make sure to get you a decent ring. He’ll spend a lifetime trying to pick one out. It has to perfect for you. In the end he opts to get it custom made and he’ll be involved in the process. It’s a little bit more special and personal that way. Gets it engraved with the date he’s planning to propose.

·         The day is just a normal one for you. He’s walking with you and asking if you would fancy a walk in the Fire Garden. Nothing out of the ordinary. Only, other members see him coming and flee the fucking scene. Practising those ninja skills of making themselves scarce quickly and silently. Hanzo is so proud and grateful.

·         You’ll end up stopping on the bridge, overlooking the little stream, all the petals are falling, and everything is looking fucking magical. It’s all going to plan.

·         So why is he nervous? The plan is going off without a hitch, he’s done this before and never struggled. His throat will feel dry, you look so perfect surrounded by all the petals.

·         Will end up monologing about some ancient history of the garden. He’s trying to buy himself time. His fingers are running over the ring in his pocket, because he keeps thinking he’s lost it every five minutes.

·         He ends up taking the plunge, talking about how you’ve had the patience of a saint with him, and how you complete him. How he never thought he could love again or move on but you’ve made him see he was wrong. He’ll talk about how you’ve always discussed the future as if it was far away, when in actual fact, it’s here and now.

·         He would get on one knee and ask you. He’s a sucker for tradition and its all good. Its so sweet and personal and just the two of you.

·         Takeda isn’t hiding in the fucking foliage spying and being a nosy… he 110% is because he made this happen, he set you up and look what’s happening. Maybe now Hanzo will stop riding everyone’s arse and be happy for five minutes… he’s still going to be a grouch and he knows it. But as long as he’s happy with you its all cool.

 Johnny Cage;

·         He’ll either want something extremely flashy, out there and lavish. Or something a bit more private. It’ll depend on what stage of his career he’s in. If he’s still living large, straight after his divorce. Prepare to be hounded by the paparazzi.

·         Would ask you to marry him at one of his movie premiers. In front of everyone. It’s ridiculously OTT, extravagant and just too much.

·         The ring would put a Kardashian rock to fucking shame. It’s too much and way too gawdy and over the top. He’ll make a massive show out of it and make it a big event. LIVESTREAMED everywhere. Live tweeted. You’re like the last to know about it, but not in a good way.

·         If he was to do it when he’s older and more mature, it’ll be a lot less tame but still extravagant.

·         He’d totally ask Cassie for permission. Like making sure she’s fine with him re-marrying. She just wants her dad to be happy and loves you so it’s all good. She wants to be maid of honour and will not settle for flower girl.

·         She helps him plan it, because she knows you well and will totally be trying to calm her dad out. Because she does not want a movie quote to be the proposing line. She’ll make sure it’s chill and to your liking.

·         Fancy dinner, you’ve been pampered the day before, your nails are done, hair is on point and you are decked in some fine clothes.

·         He’ll be reminiscing about some of your old adventures, and just generally making a joke out of most things.

·         He’ll be all chilled and listening to you one minute, and then BAM, he’s like ‘What if you were to become Hollywood royalty… by marrying me?’ He wants to stress that you’ll be marrying him if you say yes.

·         There’s a photographer, a string quartet and everyone is looking at you. All wooing and gushing over how romantic it seems.

·         If you say yes, what fans he does have, will be seething he’s getting married. Take joy in that.

 Raiden; (BOOM some Thunder God. Thirsty Thunder fans, this is for you)

·         Okay. So, he’s a God, basically spent a lifetime on Earthrealm and that gets kind of lonely. I mean he’s got Windy Boy to keep him company, but like, not on an intimate level you both have.

·         He hears about marriage, he knows it’s a custom that both Earthrealm and other realms share, but it’s always intrigued him. Bonding for life seems so sweet to him. Like the majestic Swan, the adorable penguin, and the beaver (That’s a free fact, take it and do what you will with it)

·         Would honestly Consult the Elder Gods to ask for their advice, like if he can marry a mortal, like how would it work? Would you be granted a longer life span, could he prolong it? There’s a lot of kinks to work out in this plan.

·         He loves you a lot. So much so he wants to spend the rest of his life with you… even though he knows that may not be possible. He wants to make sure you’re safe, protected and loved for as long as he can possibly do it.

·         He’s never felt anything like the feelings he feels for you. That’s a sure-fire sign that it’s meant to be.

·         He’ll try and plan a proposal but it’s not really a proposal. It’s more an offer. He’s offering himself to you, so he can be with you for as long as possible. He doesn’t want to ever let you go and wants to make every moment count with you.

·         He’s got to keep his loyalty to the realm, not matter how much he loves you, he has his honour and duty to do. So, he cannot forsake his God-hood and immortality.

·         He will promise to keep trying to find a way to keep you alive, so he can spend the next millennia with you.

·         He would also rather live one lifetime with you than have gone a thousand without ever knowing you.

Erron Black;

·         Man has he lived a long life. He’s been with some crazy women, most of them obsessed with blood too. But he feels its time to settle down, before he lives his last square dance.

·         He can see him marrying you, having a happy family life with you. You get him and get his life, you’ve done nothing but go with the flow and never have complained about his erratic schedule.

·         Kotal promised him rewards for serving him, he’s not asked for much, a roof over his head and some whisky. But now he’s calling in all the favours and cashing in all his fucking chips. Papa wants to get married and have an easier life. He’s getting too old for this shit.

·         Asks for a superb ring, one that’s befitting of his Princess. If there’s none available, Kano owes him a favour. If not, he covered a fair amount of Kabal’s work, so he owes him big time. Either way, you’re getting a fucking nice ring, gods be damned.

·         He doesn’t really plan anything too special, he’s not going to go OTT and scream his eternal love for you from the rooftops.

·         He’ll wait till its just the two of you, drinking in the Dining hall, having a bit of a laugh and a giggle. Playing a bit of a drinking game, Never have I ever, you gotta drink if you’ve never.

·         He’s in love with watching you drink for nearly everything, because you’re a lot more innocent than he is. Not that hard.

·         He finally says, “Never have I ever thought about marryin someone in this room” you’ll actually pause and both drink at the same time. You’ll both laugh, you think he’s taking the piss, before actually pulls the ring out and drops to one knee.

·         Will apologise for not actually doing this properly, asking your father wasn’t going to happen, because you’re your own person and hell naw, he doesn’t give a shit what another man thinks. It’s what you think.

·         The ring is fucking beautiful.

Kotal Kahn;  (I tried searching for more info on Osh Tekk culture but came up with nothing, so here we go, this is my interpretation of Outworld and Osh Tekk marriage proposals)

·         Every good Emperor needs a good Empress to sit by their side. He sees that in you. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be with you.

·         Your proposal would come very quickly. It feels wrong him being with you and not being married. It gives the impression you’re a consort and nothing more. He isn’t like that. You’re a kind person, strong, dedicated and loyal. You deserve the status of his queen and nothing less.

·         He’s going to be traditional with his Osh Tekk culture and he will try and be traditional with yours. He’s not sure what Earthrealmers do, but Erron briefly briefed him on the logistics. He’s pretty sure nobody asks for their fathers’ hands anymore. Kotal is not doing that. You are your own person, he will prove he is worthy of your hand.

·         There’s a big event at the Coliseum. Kotal is actually competing which is a massive surprise. You get to sit in the highest box, best seat, whatever wine you want. He’s actually on top of his fucking game. Making it look easy!

·         He’ll turn to face you and go on about how every Emperor needs an Empress, one to keep him grounded, and one that cares about their people. He thinks the title befits you and would be honoured to take you for his wife.

·         If you agree, he’ll ask if anyone wants to challenge him for your hand in marriage. If anyone thinks he’s not worthy or disagrees with the nuptials. Nobody would fucking dare to, not after that performance earlier.

·         You’re his Queen and you’re treat like a Queen. You have always been his Empress and its time to make it Official.

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Love & Great Buildings - Chapter Eleven

Chapter: 11/19

Character/Relationship: Tom Hiddleston/Rosemary Mathews (OFC)

Genre: Romance/Angst

Summary: Three years have passed and a chance encounter brings Tom and Rosie together again. Can time make any difference or are they doomed to repeat their mistakes.

Rating: M

Author’s Notes/Warnings:  This is part nine of Last Minutes & Lost Evenings. Many thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for listening to me ramble incessantly about  this story and being a sounding board when I needed it. You are a lifesaver, even if your stories break my heart.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

  It was a fairly sunny afternoon and Rosemary was pleased that she’d had the forethought to throw a pair of sunglasses into her bag before she’d left that morning. They had certainly come in quite handy. The weather was warm for early May, she tied the sweater she’d thrown on that morning over her short sleeved blouse around her waist and allowed herself to bask in the warm sunshine. Beside her, Tom fiddled with Bobby’s lead as the spaniel barked and ran as far ahead of them as the lead would allow. She found herself at Tom as they companionably walked side by side. It had been a lovely afternoon so far. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt ever this content.

 They’d been meeting at the park near Tom’s almost every afternoon that week. Spending their time walking the grounds together while Bobby chased squirrels, birds, and the occasional child; talking quietly and simply enjoying each other’s company. Afterwards, they would frequent one of the many cafés lining the outside of the park for coffee or, if time and schedules permitted, a light lunch.  

 Rosemary had been weary, at first, of the potential for cameras and unwanted intruders; the memory of those photographs and the mess they had unleashed was still fresh in her mind. Tom seeming to sense her hesitancy did what he could to dispel her uncertainty; though she knew the whole situation left him just as unnerved as she felt, if not more so. Chances of another run in would most likely be slim, he’d assured her. The photographs had obviously been fan shots and not professional, as long as they kept themselves to themselves, chances were they would be left alone. So they should just relax and enjoy themselves. She’d jokingly asked if Luke shared this philosophy and felt a twinge of unease at Tom’s hesitant shrug. Apparently not.

 It had taken a fair but of persuasion but eventually Rosemary was able to relax enough to enjoy going on walks in the park with Tom and Bobby and, true to his word, they’d been left more or less alone. Occasionally, a fan would recognize Tom and stop him for a quick chat or a picture. If they’d questioned Rosemary’s presence, they’d done so once she and Tom had been out of ear shot, for which she’s been grateful. But beyond that, there had been nothing untoward. She made it a rule to never to go online and check what, if anything, was being said about her or about them. As far as she was concerned the less she knew the better.

 “You okay for a coffee after?” Tom inquired, tilting his head towards hers as they started their second loop around the park. Ahead of them, Bobby gleefully chased a squirrel, barking his head off as it ran up a nearby tree.

 “Definitely,” Rosemary answered with a smile and nod of her head. “I’m not needed at either shop for the time being, so I’m all yours.”

 The smile he offered her in return was near blinding and Rosemary fought to quell the rush of giddiness it brought. He is your friend, she scolded. That is all. That is what you wanted. Just keep your head.

 For the most part she could ignore the quiet voice in her mind whispering that he was more than that. But on some days...Some days it took everything she had. She sighed, trying to clear her thoughts. Tom was a force of nature even at the best of times and, more often than not, she found herself powerless against him. Damn the man. Damn him.

 The past few weeks had been wonderful, though, despite the rockiness at their start. It had taken her several days to pluck up enough courage to call him after he’d confessed. It wasn’t that she hadn’t wanted to speak with him just that she wasn’t sure what to say to him when she did. He’d said he would give her time, give her space and accept what she decided. But saying and doing were two very different things, especially where Tom was concerned. She hated the fact that she couldn’t bring herself to trust him at his word. To believe that he would be there, regardless of what she decided. So she delayed. But she couldn’t do so forever. Nothing ventured, she’d finally told herself that third day; nothing gained. And she’d called.

 Conversation between them had been strained at first. Neither of them seemed to know what to say to the other or how to begin to bridge the gap that had formed between them. They stumbled over their words during that first call, both apologizing to the other, tripping over their words.  She had wished desperately the entire call that it could just be easier. That she would know just what to say to fix the bond between them.

 She asked him then, if they could be friends. If he was willing to simply try and see where might lead them. No promises, no pressure. She’d told him that she wanted him in her life but she couldn’t give him more. Not now and possibly not ever. If Tom had been disappointed in her decision, he’d hidden it well. He’d been warm and genuine in his interactions with her. She’d asked for his friendship and he’d given it without hesitation. And for the first time since this whole mess had begun, Rosemary felt confident that maybe, just maybe, this could work.

 And so far it was. There had been a few missteps as they both learned this new dance between them, she’d expected that. But things had slowly evened out and despite her sometimes traitorous thoughts, she’d felt confident that they would be able maintain this tentative bond of friendship. The afternoons they shared seemed to strengthen that for her. She could do this. They could do this.

 It had been wonderfully quiet and uneventful so far; if anyone recognized Tom they hadn’t made any effort to stop or disturb him. The park had been fairly busy that day; joggers, mothers with prams, and young children filled the paved pathways and the green spaces, leaving them with the heady notion of anonymity. Rosemary found herself enjoying the simplicity of just being with Tom. Of not allowing herself to overthink what any of it could possibly mean. She thoroughly enjoyed just being able to talk to him and get to know the man beside her again as if it were the first time. They rounded the far edge of the park, still talking quietly.  

 Rosemary shivered slightly as a cool breeze rolled off the nearby lake. Without a word, she unwound her sweater and placed it over her shoulders.

 She felt Tom’s hand come down on her covered shoulder. “You alright?”  

 Rosemary nodded in assent, ignoring the shiver his touch sent through her. “Just a chill, nothing to be worried about.” Absently, she reached for his hand, pulling it from her shoulder and winding her fingers with his. She caught the barest glimmer of something cross his eyes before he relaxed, squeezing her hand with his. Warmth and comfort radiated through her as his thumb rubbed slow circles on the back of her hand.  

 “So,” Tom started, talking a deep breath. “Coffee?”

 Rosemary nodded. Hand in hand, they headed slowly towards the park gate.

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 Rosemary watched idly as the steam gently rose from the top of her latte. The late afternoon was still warm but a noticeable chill was creeping into the air. It would no doubt be a cool evening. They had settled at one of the tables littered along the outside of the café not far from the park’s northern entrance. Bobby, for once, lay quiet at Tom’s feet, his head resting on his forepaws, eyes closed. The afternoon in the park had clearly worn the spaniel out. “So,” she asked, drumming her fingers against the table top, “what’s new in the life of the esteemed Tom Hiddleston?”

 Tom chuckled into his double espresso taking a quick sip before placing the cup back onto the table. “Nothing too much.” He smiled and grabbed for a scone from the plate sitting between them. He broke off a piece and popped it into his mouth. He chewed it quickly and swallowed before answering. “Still in negotiations for the play but it’s looking promising. Hopefully we’ll get rehearsals started in the next few months. The end of July or start of August if we get the female lead cast soon.”

 Rosemary smiled at him, “That’s fantastic. I can’t wait to see what comes of it.”

 He smiled in return. “I can’t either.” He sighed and settled back into his chair. “And before that I have a few weeks before I have to gear up for the promo tour for The School of Mist.”

 She tried to ignore the slight pang of fear that flooded through her at the idea of him leaving. It was ridiculous and she knew it. This was part of his job and there was absolute no reason to feel upset. But you’ve just got him back! She shook that thought away. He wasn’t hers though, not really. And that was you’re choice.

 “You excited? About the tour, I mean.” she asked, her voice slightly higher in octave than was completely convincing as nonchalant. But there was nothing for it now. She forced a smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice.    

 Tom’s face scrunched slightly as he took another sip of his espresso. “Yes and no.” He placed the cup back down and raised his eyes to Rosemary’s. “I mean, I’m excited to see the response to the film. To be able to talk about making it and see my costars again…But living out of a suitcase for weeks at a time.” He paused, chuckling softly, “Not exactly something I’m looking forward to.”

 “Understandable,” she answered, picking her own cup up. “But it’s only for a few weeks, right?” She brought the cup to her lips, hoping to hide her uncertainty behind it.

 “Yeah,” Tom nodded, his hand reaching towards her before simply resting on the table top. “Should be about three weeks over all.” Silence fell between them. And after several minutes Tom cleared his throat. “So how about you? What’s being going on with you?”

 “Besides hanging out with this obnoxious actor,” she paused sticking out her tongue at him, hoping to diffuse the tension that had been building steadily between them. He shot her a mock glare in response causing her to laugh out loud. “In all seriousness, not much. But you know that. The shops are doing well, touch wood, and I’m not constantly panicking over them anymore.” She paused for effect before continuing. “More like every other day now.”

 His blue eyes shone with amusement and Rosemary felt herself relax once again. “Only every other day now?” he teased. “My, my, my such restraint.”

 She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Watch it, Hiddleston.”

 He threw his head back and let out an exuberant laugh before sobering enough to volley back, “Make me, Mathews.”

 “So tempting,” she replied, grabbing the last scone from the plate. She raised an eyebrow at him, “You want?” Tom shook his head. Grinning, Rosemary broke off a piece and popped it into her mouth. “God, these are divine.”

 “I know.” He paused briefly before reaching across the table and grabbing the remaining bit of scone from her hand, offering her an impish grin, and devouring it in one bite.

 “Hey!” She snapped, her eyes narrowing. “That’s mine!”

 Tom shook his head, “No, it was yours. I liberated it off you.” He shot her a beatific smile and laughed again when she rolled her eyes.

 “If you wanted it, why didn’t you just say so?” she queried, the edge in her tone was belied by a smile of her own. He simply shrugged at her. “You are such a jerk.”

 “And yet, you adore me.”

 “It’s something I question each and every day.”

 They bickered playfully back and forth through an additional two coffees each before reality reared its head in the form of Tom’s ringing phone. He shot her an apologetic look before pulling the phone from his pocket and sliding the screen to answer. “Yes, sister mine?”

 She watched his expression as he chatted with his sister; which one she wasn’t sure as he hadn’t actually spoken her name. He radiated warmth and quiet affection as he rambled on and she couldn’t stop herself falling for him just a little more. It wasn’t that she didn’t know he was capable of it; she’d seen it in him in all the little things he did for the people he cared for, but seeing it in full force set something burning inside of her. He was a good man and she couldn’t help thinking he would make someone very happy one of these days. She pushed down the quiet but steady thought that she wanted nothing more than for it to be her. He is your friend. Only your friend. Don’t cross that line if you’re not sure you can follow through.

 When the call ended several minutes later, she had managed to school her expression into one she hoped was of neutral patience. Just because she couldn’t seem to keep her mind made didn’t mean she needed to drag him into her indecision. She had given him her choice, even attempting to take it back now, when she was so uncertain herself, would be the height of cruelty. And no matter what, she could not do that to him.

 “Sorry about that,” he apologized, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “My sister, Emma, and her husband are heading out of town this weekend and I’m supposed to be pet sitting their puppy. She was just making sure I knew when to swing by to grab the little fur ball.”

 A grin broke out on Rosemary’s face at the thought. “I bet Bobby will be out of his mind with excitement having a little buddy to play with.”

 Tom smiled brightly, “Of that I’ve no doubt.”

 Rosemary grabbed her cup and drained the last remaining remnants of her latte. “So,” she started, running her finger along the rim of her now empty cup. “I’m guessing you’re going to need to get that one back home eventually.” She gently nudged a dozing Bobby with her foot. The spaniel grunted softly before rolling over and looking up at his master expectantly with sleepy eyes.

 Letting out a deep sigh, Tom nodded. “Unfortunately. Though I hope you’re not trying to hurry me along…”

 She sighed dramatically, raising the back of her hand to her forehead and exclaimed, “Alas! You’ve caught onto my dastardly plan! Whatever shall I do?”

 Tom cocked his head to the side as if in thought and deadpanned, “Perhaps not quit your day job, for one.” He laughed, a rich hearty one, at the look of indignation that crossed her features.

 “Well I never!” she retorted before collapsing into a fit of giggles. God, it felt wonderful to just sit and laugh with him. She hadn’t realized just how badly she’d missed it. Bobby sat up and barked excitedly at the commotion they were causing. At that quite a few of the patrons sitting nearby shot them disapproving looks. Once she’d sobered enough to speak without choking on her laughter, Rosemary looked at Tom and stated with mock seriousness, “Well that’s us told.”

 “Isn’t it just?” Tom answered, wheezing with laughter. He rested his hands on the table top and took several deep breaths to calm himself enough to speak. “So would you mind walking Bobby and I home?”

 Rosemary smiled brightly and extended her hand towards him, “It would be my honor.”

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 “You sure you don’t want more?” Jules inquired, tilting the half empty wine bottle towards Rosemary.

 “Absolutely not,” Rosemary laughed, shaking her head. “Two glasses is my absolute limit. Not in the market for a headache tomorrow.”

 Jules shrugged and poured herself another glass. “Fair enough.” She raised the glass to her lips and took a hearty sip. “So movie?” They had recently restarted their weekly ‘date’ nights, both missing the ability to simply sit, talk, and laugh about the stresses and happenings of the week together. And the ability to just decompress in general with no pressure or judgement. They’d opened the wine nearly an hour before and the take-away order was on its way; curry this time instead of their typical Chinese fare. All that was left now was to pick the evening’s entertainment.

 Rosemary nodded, leaning herself against the back of the couch. She was enjoying the pleasant buzz thrumming through her; the world around her just bordering on fuzzy. “What are you feeling up to?”

 “Hmm.” Jules placed her glass onto the coffee table and pushed herself to her feet, walking towards Rosemary’s movie collection. “Decisions, decisions.” She tapped her index finger idly against her jaw, head cocked to the side as she perused. “Rom Com?”

 “No,” Rosemary murmured, “Far too close to home.”

 Jules cocked an eyebrow at her friend, “Care to elaborate on that one, Rose?”

 “At this point, no, not really.” Because talking about Tom would go down much like a lead balloon and after how well the day had gone, Rosemary most assuredly did not want that.

 “Yeah, no,” Jules quipped, movies apparently forgotten. She dropped herself back on to the couch beside Rosemary, leaning her elbows on her knees. “Spill.” After several moments of hesitancy on her friend’s part, Jules let out an indignant huff. “I know it has to do with Tom, I wasn’t born yesterday.” She shot Rosemary a knowing look. “So spill. Is he pushing for more? Because…”

 Rosemary narrowed her eyes. “No,” she bit with authority, cutting Jules off mid word. She took deep breath and started again. “He’s been great, actually. Better than great. But I…” Rosemary paused again, looking down at her hands which rested in her lap. “I’m just not sure if this is what I want anymore.”

 “Oh Rose…” Jules eyes widened in concern. “Darling, are you really sure that is the best idea?”

 She shook her head, whispering “No.” She could feel the tears burning in her eyes. “Jules, I honestly don’t know. I thought I did. Having him in my life as a friend was better than not having him at all. But now…I just don’t know.” She dropped her head into her hands, taking several deep breaths in an effort to compose herself. “I want him. You have no idea how badly. But I can’t just throw caution  to the wind and dive into this, not when I don’t know for sure if it’s really, truly what I want. I can’t do that to him or to me.” She raised her head up and smiled sadly at Jules. “I’ve been on the receiving end of that…And I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

 “Even so,” Jules started, clasping her hands together on her thighs. “Are you really considering letting him in again? Really in again?”

 Rosemary shrugged, “Maybe…I don’t know. Not yet. But I know that I need to think about this, really think about it before I decide either way. And I know you don’t trust him and I know that isn’t likely to change.” Her brows rose at Jules’ incredulous look. “But trust me. Trust that I’m not going to just jump into this without making absolutely sure that it is what I want.”  

 Jules reached out and took one of Rosemary’s hands in her own, squeezing it in silent reassurance. “I think you’re playing with fire, Rose. But you’re going to do what you’re going to do. Just be sure. Really, really sure.”

 “I will,” she answered, squeezing Jules’ hand in return. “So, how about that movie?”

 Both women dissolved into giggles, relieved at the break in tension. “Fine, fine. So you vetoed Rom Com’s, what about drama?” She snorted at Rosemary’s less than enthused reaction. “Fine then, horror?”

 “Fine,” Rosemary groaned good-naturedly. A knock at the door pulled both women’s attention. Rosemary pushed herself up from the couch. “I’ll get the food, you pick the film.”

 “Righto.”

 Food paid for and collected, Rosemary set the bag onto the coffee table and wandered into the kitchen for plates and utensils. Settling once more onto the couch, she divided their food containers. Jules was still staring at the movie collection. “Come on Stevens, how hard can it be to make a bloody choice?”

 “You’re one to talk, Mathews,” Jules quipped back. “You’re not exactly Ms. Decisive either, are you?”

 “Ha, bloody ha! Just pick a film before the food gets cold.” She fizzled with laughter when Jules threw a rude gesture at her in response.

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GoT S8, Episode 1: The Pointy End Recap Part 2.

-Once they are alone Tyrion muses about her title and she about his while throwing some shade at d, Tyrion says the last time they saw each other was at Joffrey's wedding, Sansa gives a half ass sorry for leaving like that and Tyrion is still salty about it (like fuck off) Sansa is like we both survived so... Tyrion makes a remark about how everyone that underestimated Sansa is now dead and she looks proud (damn right that is my girl) which in this case sounds ominious af for D. Then Tyrion proceeds to show how far he is into the lizard cult, by trying to sell Sansa Stark of all people that bs of Cersei sending the armies, and Sansa in not so many words calls him and idiot (my girl is not holding back her punches and I am here for it) and Bran is just staring at them probably enjoying the drama as much as I.

-Jon is on the godswood in front of the heart tree (you know what? ?? If aegony was real at all she would be there with him, he would like to show her the place where he grew up. he would be like i am really sorry about my people not wanting you here but you'll see they'll warm up to you once they see what a good queen you are or something along those lines, maybe even a kiss in front of a heart tree, a sacred place where you can't lie) but no Jon looks worried and fucking miserable

-Arya sneaks up on him, they banter playfully and can you believe??? He straight up casually mentions he died (👀👀) they hug and it's very heartfelt and brotherly (honestly no stark reunion has been filmed like the Jonsa one, ofc one can argue they were the very first reunion, but duuude the music, the snow falling softly around them, how they get a close up on both Jon and Sansa's face, the nuzzle, and how bloody long is that hug, as well as the fact that neither of them has had a follow up like just drinking having a good time together) they talk about Needle and Longclaw (like if you don't get how different are the Jon - Arya interactions played against the jonsa ones then idk what to tell you) Jon says something that really bothered me at first but then I really thought about it and I came up with why:

1) He is an asshole so far up D's ass he forgets Sansa is the one who really gave him a reason to fight for the living again, and that she literally saved him in the BotB, and that she made him a fur and called him a Stark, or that she has been doing an excellent job preparing for the war against the AotD , but this can't be, I would believe it if this was a season 4 or 5 or even a season 1 and I knew nothing about who Jon is and what he wants, and after seven seasons I know Jon enough to say he would never think this.

2) He is hurt about Sansa still not trusting him to protect her and their home,and is salty cause she really thinks he didn't listen to her when he did. I mean doesn't it remind you of that argument they had about Sansa undermining him, he was desperate to know that Sansa trusted his desicions (super unfair to sansa still cause she doesn't know anything about Jon's plans) he says sansa believes she is smarter than everyone, when he knows she is not seeing he listened to her and is appeasing D so they have a chance against the NK. And i believe this one because it doesn't destroy Jon's character.

Now he says this to Arya and not in the Great Hall (that would have been super shitty of him and would go along with number 1 case) because he and Arya used to poke fun at Sansa's expense when they were kids and he thinks Arya would agree with him and trust him, but she is totally on Sansa's side and defends her (yasss this is what we deserved after last season's shit show) that Jon wasn't expecting it (dude he was joking he doesn't say it with hate or anything like that) much less was he expecting Arya to say Sansa is just trying to protect the family (as if he wasn't) and we see number 2 is real when in a very vulnerable voice he says 'i am her family too' , like he really wanted Sansa's support and trust in the Great Hall and he thinks she is so angry and trusts him so little that she doesn't even consider him family anymore (i'll be crying in the corner excuse me) even more so when Arya makes that remark of not forgetting about that (like seriously we have seen this boy for 7 seasons like how could he ever forget about his family???) And duuude I can't even begin to imagine how sad and alone Jon felt. They hug again and Jon closes his eyes (important detail)

-We cut the scene to Cersei looking like the evil queen she is, smiling while Euron's fleet arrives with the Golden Company when Qyburn informs her that the Wall is no more, and she looks so pleased (dude also in the Recap at the beginning of the episode the really drove home that d was fire and the nk was ice, and i mean GoT starts with Robert's Frost poem about how ice and fire are destructive forces of nature) .

-We get a glimpse of the Golden Company, and then we get a scene with Euron and Yara, Euron is being an annoying piece of shit.

-now we are in the throne room, Cersei welcomes the captain of the Golden Company (his name is Harry but I can't remember how to write his last name) but she is disappointed about not having elephants. Euron is disgusting again, Cersei is savage with him but he starts complaining and is so insistent that Cersei finally gives in and fucks him.

-Bronn is having sex with some prostitutes, the only intresting thing about this scene is the girls talking about the Loot Attack and the horrible deaths of the guys who fought there (apparently Ed Sheeran's character face got burnt off and if that is not an attempt to show D as a villian then idk what that is) Qyburn arrives and says Cersei is summoning him, she is willing to pay and give him a castle if he goes north and kills both Jaime and Tyrion (also I feel Sansa's kidnap plot is gonna happen).

-We get a post-sex scene of Cersei and Euron, and Euron is fishing for compliments but instead annoys Cersei.

-While Euron is trying to measure his dickin' abilities to Bobby B's and Jamie's my boy Theon rescues Yara, who decks him in the face for not fighting for her, but still they escape (I have so many doubts about this, like Theon went to Braavos and back or he just waited, and how did he know he was coming back to KL after he supposedly betrayed Cersei,and if he knew it was a ploy why didn't he warned D or Jon through a raven) Yara wants to take the Iron Islands (I don't believe she gives a fuck about D she just wanted to take back her home) but she knows Theon wants to fight for the Starks so she tells him to go, and it's a good scene.

-More refugees arrive at WF, and we get a sense of the camp and how big is this army, we get a glimpse of Alys Karstark (she is wearing something similar in cut and color to Sansa, and i do believe people are gonna think Sansa is dead at some point) then we get Davos,Varys and Tyrion talking while they watch Jon and D at a distance. Davos tells them the northerns are not gonna like D, Tyrion is worried, but then Dadvos proposes a marriage between Jon and D (duuude I said he was going for this since last season but he only says it until now, this ship is doomed) and this would be a pretty good idea if the people didn't hated her and feared her already but Davos is not a good politician cuz he wasn't raised for it, he is loyal and all you want but he doesn't know the north. Varys is like nothing lasts and I don't blame him cuz he has been unimpresed by D since Mereen, and now he gets to see Sansa's savvy politics and A+ administration while he probably thinks Jon is just another dumb asshole thinking with his dick.

-D and Jon are walking around, and who is brought up in this conversation?? SANSA fucking STARK! !! Even when no northern lord liked her D is just whining about Sansa not liking her (they really trying to sell this triangle when I know, I see I hear with everything Jon does that Jon has no romantic feelings for d at all) and Jon's deadass answer is "well she didn't liked me either when we were kids" (i call bs cuz whe sansa tried to apologize for this he said there was nothing to forgive so this is not serious) he was trying to joke to light the mood, direct the conversation to how alike he and d are instead of a "I'll talk to her don't worry bae" duuude D is really dumb, but she is annoying again implying that if Sansa doesn't respect her she'll do something about it, we don't get to know what but you can see when d is not looking at him that Jon is not happy about what she just said (but also I don't think jon gets that it was a threat cuz he hasn't seen d's uglier sides and I believe he think he has, and he thinks he can manipulate her not to do anything rash).

Some dothraki riders inform D that the Dragon's are barely eating :0:0:0 oh noes!!! If only someone hadn't burned food during the Loot Attack (idgaf about the lizards at all )

Jon and D go to check on the dragons, and D prompts Jon to ride Rhaegal (Jon while not as afraid as before is still weary of dragons) Jon doesn't seem to want to and says what will happen of Rhaegal doesn't want him to and d basically jokes about Jon dying which is not cute or flirty cuz Jon looks scared af. We get further proof D is flying by the seat of her pants and doesn't know shit about how to control her dragons yet she probably thinks Rhaegal likes Jon because they are meant for each other or some other self important bs.

And Jon is not thrilled dude he almost falls off (you ruined horses for me is bs) and we get Varys, Davos and Tyrion see him on the Dragon. Tyrion looks worried.

Jon somehow takes the lead and takes D to some waterfalls, and she is like we could stay here forevaaaaa and he is like we would be too old (the romantic interactions are still at 0 the chemistry is again flat, Jon's responses are awkward and not romantic) he practically tells her she doesn't belong in the north and she asks him to warm her, they kiss (bland passionless) Jon opens his eyes to stare at the dragons, d is like don't be silly darling, he kisses her again and then fucking turns her around so he can stare at her dragons while kissing her. Peak romance amirite ?? Lmaoooo Pol!Jon is real sorry not sorry he had to stare at the dragons while kissing her making the dragons and not the kiss the focus of the scene. I do believe this was just to appease her and keep her happy and commited to the cause after everyone treated her like she deserved.

Gendry is working at the forge, and Arya enters, the Hound is being a cunt, and tells Arya she is a cold bitch for letting him to die and Arya couldn't give less of a fuck. She and Gendry flirt hard like pls make this canon, and pls don't let d burn my boy.

K Imma need a part 3 cuz the Jonsa scene!!!!

[winterisakiller]

Love & Great Buildings - Chapter Eleven

Chapter: 11/19

Character/Relationship: Tom Hiddleston/Rosemary Mathews (OFC)

Genre: Romance/Angst

Summary: Three years have passed and a chance encounter brings Tom and Rosie together again. Can time make any difference or are they doomed to repeat their mistakes.

Rating: T (for now)

Author’s Notes/Warnings: This is part nine of Last Minutes and Lost Evenings. Many thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for listening to me ramble incessantly about  this story and being a sounding board when I needed it. You are a lifesaver, even if your stories break my heart.

This story and its preceding one-shots can be also be found on AO3 under the username winterisakiller (sparkinside)

Tag List: @tinchentitri @noplacelikehome77

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

 It was a fairly sunny afternoon and Rosemary was pleased that she’d had the forethought to throw a pair of sunglasses into her bag before she’d left that morning. They had certainly come in quite handy. The weather was warm for early May, she tied the sweater she’d thrown on that morning over her short sleeved blouse around her waist and allowed herself to bask in the warm sunshine. Beside her, Tom fiddled with Bobby’s lead as the spaniel barked and ran as far ahead of them as the lead would allow. She found herself at Tom as they companionably walked side by side. It had been a lovely afternoon so far. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt ever this content. 

They’d been meeting at the park near Tom’s almost every afternoon that week. Spending their time walking the grounds together while Bobby chased squirrels, birds, and the occasional child; talking quietly and simply enjoying each other’s company. Afterwards, they would frequent one of the many cafés lining the outside of the park for coffee or, if time and schedules permitted, a light lunch.  

Rosemary had been weary, at first, of the potential for cameras and unwanted intruders; the memory of those photographs and the mess they had unleashed was still fresh in her mind. Tom seeming to sense her hesitancy did what he could to dispel her uncertainty; though she knew the whole situation left him just as unnerved as she felt, if not more so. Chances of another run in would most likely be slim, he’d assured her. The photographs had obviously been fan shots and not professional, as long as they kept themselves to themselves, chances were they would be left alone. So they should just relax and enjoy themselves. She’d jokingly asked if Luke shared this philosophy and felt a twinge of unease at Tom’s hesitant shrug. Apparently not. 

It had taken a fair but of persuasion but eventually Rosemary was able to relax enough to enjoy going on walks in the park with Tom and Bobby and, true to his word, they’d been left more or less alone. Occasionally, a fan would recognize Tom and stop him for a quick chat or a picture. If they’d questioned Rosemary’s presence, they’d done so once she and Tom had been out of ear shot, for which she’s been grateful. But beyond that, there had been nothing untoward. She made it a rule to never to go online and check what, if anything, was being said about her or about them. As far as she was concerned the less she knew the better. 

“You okay for a coffee after?” Tom inquired, tilting his head towards hers as they started their second loop around the park. Ahead of them, Bobby gleefully chased a squirrel, barking his head off as it ran up a nearby tree. 

“Definitely,” Rosemary answered with a smile and nod of her head. “I’m not needed at either shop for the time being, so I’m all yours.” 

The smile he offered her in return was near blinding and Rosemary fought to quell the rush of giddiness it brought. He is your friend, she scolded. That is all. That is what you wanted. Just keep your head. 

For the most part she could ignore the quiet voice in her mind whispering that he was more than that. But on some days...Some days it took everything she had. She sighed, trying to clear her thoughts. Tom was a force of nature even at the best of times and, more often than not, she found herself powerless against him. Damn the man. Damn him. 

The past few weeks had been wonderful, though, despite the rockiness at their start. It had taken her several days to pluck up enough courage to call him after he’d confessed. It wasn’t that she hadn’t wanted to speak with him just that she wasn’t sure what to say to him when she did. He’d said he would give her time, give her space and accept what she decided. But saying and doing were two very different things, especially where Tom was concerned. She hated the fact that she couldn’t bring herself to trust him at his word. To believe that he would be there, regardless of what she decided. So she delayed. But she couldn’t do so forever. Nothing ventured, she’d finally told herself that third day; nothing gained. And she’d called. 

Conversation between them had been strained at first. Neither of them seemed to know what to say to the other or how to begin to bridge the gap that had formed between them. They stumbled over their words during that first call, both apologizing to the other, tripping over their words.  She had wished desperately the entire call that it could just be easier. That she would know just what to say to fix the bond between them. 

She asked him then, if they could be friends. If he was willing to simply try and see where might lead them. No promises, no pressure. She’d told him that she wanted him in her life but she couldn’t give him more. Not now and possibly not ever. If Tom had been disappointed in her decision, he’d hidden it well. He’d been warm and genuine in his interactions with her. She’d asked for his friendship and he’d given it without hesitation. And for the first time since this whole mess had begun, Rosemary felt confident that maybe, just maybe, this could work. 

And so far it was. There had been a few missteps as they both learned this new dance between them, she’d expected that. But things had slowly evened out and despite her sometimes traitorous thoughts, she’d felt confident that they would be able maintain this tentative bond of friendship. The afternoons they shared seemed to strengthen that for her. She could do this. They could do this. 

It had been wonderfully quiet and uneventful so far; if anyone recognized Tom they hadn’t made any effort to stop or disturb him. The park had been fairly busy that day; joggers, mothers with prams, and young children filled the paved pathways and the green spaces, leaving them with the heady notion of anonymity. Rosemary found herself enjoying the simplicity of just being with Tom. Of not allowing herself to overthink what any of it could possibly mean. She thoroughly enjoyed just being able to talk to him and get to know the man beside her again as if it were the first time. They rounded the far edge of the park, still talking quietly.   

Rosemary shivered slightly as a cool breeze rolled off the nearby lake. Without a word, she unwound her sweater and placed it over her shoulders. 

She felt Tom’s hand come down on her covered shoulder. “You alright?”   

Rosemary nodded in assent, ignoring the shiver his touch sent through her. “Just a chill, nothing to be worried about.” Absently, she reached for his hand, pulling it from her shoulder and winding her fingers with his. She caught the barest glimmer of something cross his eyes before he relaxed, squeezing her hand with his. Warmth and comfort radiated through her as his thumb rubbed slow circles on the back of her hand.   

“So,” Tom started, talking a deep breath. “Coffee?” 

Rosemary nodded. Hand in hand, they headed slowly towards the park gate. 

                                                          —

Rosemary watched idly as the steam gently rose from the top of her latte. The late afternoon was still warm but a noticeable chill was creeping into the air. It would no doubt be a cool evening. They had settled at one of the tables littered along the outside of the café not far from the park’s northern entrance. Bobby, for once, lay quiet at Tom’s feet, his head resting on his forepaws, eyes closed. The afternoon in the park had clearly worn the spaniel out. “So,” she asked, drumming her fingers against the table top, “what’s new in the life of the esteemed Tom Hiddleston?” 

Tom chuckled into his double espresso taking a quick sip before placing the cup back onto the table. “Nothing too much.” He smiled and grabbed for a scone from the plate sitting between them. He broke off a piece and popped it into his mouth. He chewed it quickly and swallowed before answering. “Still in negotiations for the play but it’s looking promising. Hopefully we’ll get rehearsals started in the next few months. The end of July or start of August if we get the female lead cast soon.” 

Rosemary smiled at him, “That’s fantastic. I can’t wait to see what comes of it.” 

He smiled in return. “I can’t either.” He sighed and settled back into his chair. “And before that I have a few weeks before I have to gear up for the promo tour for The School of Mist.” 

She tried to ignore the slight pang of fear that flooded through her at the idea of him leaving. It was ridiculous and she knew it. This was part of his job and there was absolute no reason to feel upset. But you’ve just got him back! She shook that thought away. He wasn’t hers though, not really. And that was you’re choice.  

“You excited? About the tour, I mean.” she asked, her voice slightly higher in octave than was completely convincing as nonchalant. But there was nothing for it now. She forced a smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice.     

Tom’s face scrunched slightly as he took another sip of his espresso. “Yes and no.” He placed the cup back down and raised his eyes to Rosemary’s. “I mean, I’m excited to see the response to the film. To be able to talk about making it and see my costars again…But living out of a suitcase for weeks at a time.” He paused, chuckling softly, “Not exactly something I’m looking forward to.” 

“Understandable,” she answered, picking her own cup up. “But it’s only for a few weeks, right?” She brought the cup to her lips, hoping to hide her uncertainty behind it. 

“Yeah,” Tom nodded, his hand reaching towards her before simply resting on the table top. “Should be about three weeks over all.” Silence fell between them. And after several minutes Tom cleared his throat. “So how about you? What’s being going on with you?” 

“Besides hanging out with this obnoxious actor,” she paused sticking out her tongue at him, hoping to diffuse the tension that had been building steadily between them. He shot her a mock glare in response causing her to laugh out loud. “In all seriousness, not much. But you know that. The shops are doing well, touch wood, and I’m not constantly panicking over them anymore.” She paused for effect before continuing. “More like every other day now.” 

His blue eyes shone with amusement and Rosemary felt herself relax once again. “Only every other day now?” he teased. “My, my, my such restraint.” 

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Watch it, Hiddleston.” 

He threw his head back and let out an exuberant laugh before sobering enough to volley back, “Make me, Mathews.” 

“So tempting,” she replied, grabbing the last scone from the plate. She raised an eyebrow at him, “You want?” Tom shook his head. Grinning, Rosemary broke off a piece and popped it into her mouth. “God, these are divine.” 

“I know.” He paused briefly before reaching across the table and grabbing the remaining bit of scone from her hand, offering her an impish grin, and devouring it in one bite. 

“Hey!” She snapped, her eyes narrowing. “That’s mine!” 

Tom shook his head, “No, it was yours. I liberated it off you.” He shot her a beatific smile and laughed again when she rolled her eyes. 

“If you wanted it, why didn’t you just say so?” she queried, the edge in her tone was belied by a smile of her own. He simply shrugged at her. “You are such a jerk.” 

“And yet, you adore me.” 

“It’s something I question each and every day.” 

They bickered playfully back and forth through an additional two coffees each before reality reared its head in the form of Tom’s ringing phone. He shot her an apologetic look before pulling the phone from his pocket and sliding the screen to answer. “Yes, sister mine?” 

She watched his expression as he chatted with his sister; which one she wasn’t sure as he hadn’t actually spoken her name. He radiated warmth and quiet affection as he rambled on and she couldn’t stop herself falling for him just a little more. It wasn’t that she didn’t know he was capable of it; she’d seen it in him in all the little things he did for the people he cared for, but seeing it in full force set something burning inside of her. He was a good man and she couldn’t help thinking he would make someone very happy one of these days. She pushed down the quiet but steady thought that she wanted nothing more than for it to be her. He is your friend. Only your friend. Don’t cross that line if you’re not sure you can follow through. 

When the call ended several minutes later, she had managed to school her expression into one she hoped was of neutral patience. Just because she couldn’t seem to keep her mind made didn’t mean she needed to drag him into her indecision. She had given him her choice, even attempting to take it back now, when she was so uncertain herself, would be the height of cruelty. And no matter what, she could not do that to him. 

“Sorry about that,” he apologized, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “My sister, Emma, and her husband are heading out of town this weekend and I’m supposed to be pet sitting their puppy. She was just making sure I knew when to swing by to grab the little fur ball.” 

A grin broke out on Rosemary’s face at the thought. “I bet Bobby will be out of his mind with excitement having a little buddy to play with.” 

Tom smiled brightly, “Of that I’ve no doubt.” 

Rosemary grabbed her cup and drained the last remaining remnants of her latte. “So,” she started, running her finger along the rim of her now empty cup. “I’m guessing you’re going to need to get that one back home eventually.” She gently nudged a dozing Bobby with her foot. The spaniel grunted softly before rolling over and looking up at his master expectantly with sleepy eyes. 

Letting out a deep sigh, Tom nodded. “Unfortunately. Though I hope you’re not trying to hurry me along…” 

She sighed dramatically, raising the back of her hand to her forehead and exclaimed, “Alas! You’ve caught onto my dastardly plan! Whatever shall I do?” 

Tom cocked his head to the side as if in thought and deadpanned, “Perhaps not quit your day job, for one.” He laughed, a rich hearty one, at the look of indignation that crossed her features. 

“Well I never!” she retorted before collapsing into a fit of giggles. God, it felt wonderful to just sit and laugh with him. She hadn’t realized just how badly she’d missed it. Bobby sat up and barked excitedly at the commotion they were causing. At that quite a few of the patrons sitting nearby shot them disapproving looks. Once she’d sobered enough to speak without choking on her laughter, Rosemary looked at Tom and stated with mock seriousness, “Well that’s us told.” 

“Isn’t it just?” Tom answered, wheezing with laughter. He rested his hands on the table top and took several deep breaths to calm himself enough to speak. “So would you mind walking Bobby and I home?” 

Rosemary smiled brightly and extended her hand towards him, “It would be my honor.” 

                                                            —

“You sure you don’t want more?” Jules inquired, tilting the half empty wine bottle towards Rosemary. 

“Absolutely not,” Rosemary laughed, shaking her head. “Two glasses is my absolute limit. Not in the market for a headache tomorrow.” 

Jules shrugged and poured herself another glass. “Fair enough.” She raised the glass to her lips and took a hearty sip. “So movie?” They had recently restarted their weekly ‘date’ nights, both missing the ability to simply sit, talk, and laugh about the stresses and happenings of the week together. And the ability to just decompress in general with no pressure or judgement. They’d opened the wine nearly an hour before and the take-away order was on its way; curry this time instead of their typical Chinese fare. All that was left now was to pick the evening’s entertainment. 

Rosemary nodded, leaning herself against the back of the couch. She was enjoying the pleasant buzz thrumming through her; the world around her just bordering on fuzzy. “What are you feeling up to?” 

“Hmm.” Jules placed her glass onto the coffee table and pushed herself to her feet, walking towards Rosemary’s movie collection. “Decisions, decisions.” She tapped her index finger idly against her jaw, head cocked to the side as she perused. “Rom Com?” 

“No,” Rosemary murmured, “Far too close to home.” 

Jules cocked an eyebrow at her friend, “Care to elaborate on that one, Rose?” 

“At this point, no, not really.” Because talking about Tom would go down much like a lead balloon and after how well the day had gone, Rosemary most assuredly did not want that. 

“Yeah, no,” Jules quipped, movies apparently forgotten. She dropped herself back on to the couch beside Rosemary, leaning her elbows on her knees. “Spill.” After several moments of hesitancy on her friend’s part, Jules let out an indignant huff. “I know it has to do with Tom, I wasn’t born yesterday.” She shot Rosemary a knowing look. “So spill. Is he pushing for more? Because…” 

Rosemary narrowed her eyes. “No,” she bit with authority, cutting Jules off mid word. She took deep breath and started again. “He’s been great, actually. Better than great. But I…” Rosemary paused again, looking down at her hands which rested in her lap. “I’m just not sure if this is what I want anymore.” 

“Oh Rose…” Jules eyes widened in concern. “Darling, are you really sure that is the best idea?” 

She shook her head, whispering “No.” She could feel the tears burning in her eyes. “Jules, I honestly don’t know. I thought I did. Having him in my life as a friend was better than not having him at all. But now…I just don’t know.” She dropped her head into her hands, taking several deep breaths in an effort to compose herself. “I want him. You have no idea how badly. But I can’t just throw caution  to the wind and dive into this, not when I don’t know for sure if it’s really, truly what I want. I can’t do that to him or to me.” She raised her head up and smiled sadly at Jules. “I’ve been on the receiving end of that…And I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” 

“Even so,” Jules started, clasping her hands together on her thighs. “Are you really considering letting him in again? Really in again?” 

Rosemary shrugged, “Maybe…I don’t know. Not yet. But I know that I need to think about this, really think about it before I decide either way. And I know you don’t trust him and I know that isn’t likely to change.” Her brows rose at Jules’ incredulous look. “But trust me. Trust that I’m not going to just jump into this without making absolutely sure that it is what I want.”   

Jules reached out and took one of Rosemary’s hands in her own, squeezing it in silent reassurance. “I think you’re playing with fire, Rose. But you’re going to do what you’re going to do. Just be sure. Really, really sure.” 

“I will,” she answered, squeezing Jules’ hand in return. “So, how about that movie?” 

Both women dissolved into giggles, relieved at the break in tension. “Fine, fine. So you vetoed Rom Com’s, what about drama?” She snorted at Rosemary’s less than enthused reaction. “Fine then, horror?” 

“Fine,” Rosemary groaned good-naturedly. A knock at the door pulled both women’s attention. Rosemary pushed herself up from the couch. “I’ll get the food, you pick the film.” 

“Righto.” 

Food paid for and collected, Rosemary set the bag onto the coffee table and wandered into the kitchen for plates and utensils. Settling once more onto the couch, she divided their food containers. Jules was still staring at the movie collection. “Come on Stevens, how hard can it be to make a bloody choice?” 

“You’re one to talk, Mathews,” Jules quipped back. “You’re not exactly Ms. Decisive either, are you?” 

“Ha, bloody ha! Just pick a film before the food gets cold.” She fizzled with laughter when Jules threw a rude gesture at her in response.

Next Chapter

[namjinsgirl]

i was tagged by yana @lywonder and cora @awakehoseok in a get to know me tag game thing (tysm!!!) and they were kinda different but i’m smashing them into one bc i’m lazy lmao!!! questions under the cut

tagging (if you want!): @babywin, @namstiddy, @jinsasleep, @joonfairy, @sunflowerdrops, @namjoonl and some mutuals i don’t rly talk to a lot or at all but would love to!! @agustddaeng, @kwansgf, @napmon, @kimsnovia, @honeystae, @hobislobster


Name: jessica

Gender: cis female

Nickname: jess (only my family calls me jessica anymore)

Nationality: american

Zodiac: scorpio

Height: 5′2

What color hair do you have: i just dyed it back to all black but i used to have this pink balayage that faded to a light brown/blonde thing

Time: 10:08am

What grade are you in: entering my senior year of college how scary

Siblings: i’m the oldest and i have two younger sisters

Any other blogs: this is actually!! a side blog! my main is @neiptune and it’s more aesthetic i guess and i have a bunch of lq blogs that i haven’t updated in forever and i feel bad :/

Do I get asks: not as much as i used to but that’s my fault bc i don’t rly talk to anyone anymore lmao

Why my username: i needed to kill nevermindbyjin so i was on the hunt for a ly tear url and @jooncherie had this url saved and So Graciously gave it to me!! thank u clara (but also love maze slaps!)

Following: 588

When this blog was created: this blog was made probably? may of 2017? april? something like that but i’ve been on tumblr in general since october of 2012

Last thing I googled: my school’s english department’s website

How many hours of sleep: 5 or 6??

What am I wearing: light ripped jeans and a tank top but it feels like 98 F outside rn so i need to change bc ya girl has to walk to work :-)

Do you play any instruments: i played the baritone/euphonium for like 7 years but quit after high school and i’m sure i could still pick it up but i don’t own one!

Languages: fluent in english ofc and taishanese, i understand cantonese, and i’m conversational in french???

Learning any languages: i’m trying to be fluent in speaking canto and mandarin and also i wanna pick up japanese and/or korean

Dream job: senator/poet/foreign service officer/fulbright eta/president/travel blogger/who knows

Favorite color: blue

Songs on repeat:

mm fake love extended version, good evening (shinee), i’m your girl (khan), miracle (chvrches), cross my mind, pt. 2 (arizona)??? and, the only thing (sufjan stevens) but i just throw my phone shuffle most of the time

Top 3 songs:

according to my top 25 most played on my phone it’s ynwa, without you (svt), and best of me (i love her don’t block me)

Favorite food: chinese food but i was raised on that but in general??? east asian food

Favorite fruit: apples or bananas!

Favorite scent: fresh laundry omg or ice cream shops

Favorite animals: dogs, polar bears, pandas

How many animals: i have a pup!! he’s my whole world :(((

Favorite show/s: i’m trash and watch a lot of reality tv but queer eye!!! is everything!! and b99

Favorite video game: perhaps i’m a little into pokemon........and animal crossing

Favorite fictional character: idrk I never get attached to a particular character?? If that makes sense

Favorite holiday: chinese new year bc it means i get $$$

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee

Am i morning person: DISGUSTINGLY yes

Last movie seen: star trek beyond

Where would i like to travel: Northern Europe, Morocco, Peru

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Better With You

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean; Demon!OMC, OFC

Word Count: 5167 (It's worth it – I promise!)

Summary: You and Sam were an item until you left. When Dean calls you for help on a case years later, you agree. The hunt takes an unexpected turn, and you and Sam are forced to reevaluate what you mean to each other.

Warnings: Lots of angst; there's a fight scene, near-death scenario, mention of rape (no description, though)

A/N: This got away from me. *shrugs* The ending is great, in my completely unbiased opinion :)

Also, first oneshot! Let me know what you think!

The name appearing on your phone stops you in your tracks in the middle of the parking lot. You feel your blood running cold as your finger hovers between the answer and reject buttons, your mind racing with so many possibilities it makes your vision spin.

You regret pressing the button the moment your finger hits it.

"Dean?" you murmur into the receiver.

"(Y/N)?" the familiar voice says. Deeper than when you last heard it, but familiar.

You grip the side of your car, shock threatening to knock you over. "How the hell did you get this number?"

"I know people," he says, voice higher in defense and arrogance. He pauses a beat before admitting, "Garth."

"Right," you sigh. "Bye, Dean."

"Wait, wait – hold on a minute. Hear me out, please," he calls.

When you don't answer, nor does he hear the click of the call's end, he continues. "Are you still on the west coast?"

You hesitate. Telling him would make you easier to track, and you don't believe you have it in you to handle a surprise visit today. Though, if they wanted to hunt you down, they would have found a way in the last year. Or the last five.

"I might be," you resolve.

"Sam and I've been tracking a demon in the area, but we can't make heads or tails of any of it," he says. "Demons are in your wheelhouse, aren't they?"

Sam. Even his name brings you back to the days of passion and longing and yelling, leading up to a final night of passive aggression and a closing door. It brings you to all the reasons you should hang up now.

"I don't know, Dean. Is there really no other hunter in the area?" you try.

"No hunter in this country does what you do," he states.

Though you take other monster cases when you happened upon them, you have dedicated your life to hunting demons, learning their weaknesses and how to track them.

"C'mon, (Y/N). Even Sam's on board."

"He is?" You allow the stoic walls you have built in your voice to crumble in your surprise.

"Yeah, he's all for it – right, Sammy?" You think you hear a rustling on the other end of the line, but you suspect you have imagined it.

The thought of Sam wanting to see you, or at least not willfully opposing working a case together, sends nervous butterflies through your stomach. After so long, maybe the two of you could find a way to work together, if only for this case.

But what if you can't?

What if neither of you can push past past feelings? It took a lifetime to pry him from your mind, and this phone call from his brother proves a painful reminder that you haven't managed to forget him completely, despite your efforts.

"Where?" you sigh, climbing into your car. You haven't caught a case in over a week, have resorted to chasing thin leads that lead to nothing supernatural. Now, a case stares you in the face, with no rational reason to refuse.

"Eagle Point, Oregon. You coming?" he says.

You turn over the engine, knowing you never would have said no. "I'll be there by morning."

Few cars have parked outside the sports bar whose name Dean texted you when you got into town. The gleaming black Impala catches your eye. You force deep breaths into your lungs, pushing away the nerves of seeing Sam again, along with the wonderment of whether he feels the same nerves, and pull the glass door open.

Dean's face crosses into your vision the moment you walk in. He's lost the childish smile and the light in his eyes, which had already begun to fade before you left. He looks older, sadder and weathered, like he's been through things you couldn't imagine.

You suppose you look different, too, after all these years.

Across from him sits a man with brown hair, longer than you remember, back turned to you. The man whose face you still see everywhere, who you can't help but let cross your thoughts everyday, where your mind wanders when you run out of work to focus on.

With all the energy you have, you drag your feet in front of each other toward their table. Dean's eyes drift over you, and snap back to you, unblinking, lips parted in surprise. Maybe he thought you wouldn't come, or maybe you have changed more than you thought.

Seeing his brother's stare, the brown-haired man turns in your direction.

Like a deer stuck in headlights. That's what he looks like. Not like Sam, not like the Sam you knew. So different, you think he may not be someone else for a moment. Like his brother's, his smile has faded, the light in his eyes dimmed. His face has hardened, frown lines forming where they hadn't been before.

He turns back to Dean. "You called (Y/N)?"

You notice how much his voice has deepened, grown out of the childish twinge you hadn't realized you missed until now. A deep voice, shocked and enraged.

"He wasn't on board?" you demand, more harshly than you would have wanted your first exchange with Dean to be.

"I..." he starts, panic growing in his eyes as they dart between you and Sam. "Look, you two can stow your crap for a day, all right? Now, are we hunting this thing or not?"

You don't dare look back at Sam, who gives Dean a disapproving shake of his head in the corner of your eye, but remains silent. You have already driven into town, already prepared for a case, so you slide into the seat between them.

"What have we got?" you huff.

Dean shuffles a folder of papers around while Sam angles his computer toward you, pulling up a map and an array of crime scene photos.

"We've been tracking a series of kills along the northern part of the country," Sam says, finger tracing the lines connecting dots on the map.

You sneak a lingering glance at him while his eyes are occupied with the screen, noting he hasn't lost the spark in his tone while explaining a case. Some things, you think, could never change.

Dean continues, pulling your thoughts back. "He goes after women. He'll get a few in each town, then he'll move on. Rape, murder – the whole nine. Found sulfur at all the crime scenes."

"And you think it's one demon travelling?" you ask, flipping through the reports.

Sam points to a picture on the screen, the side of a woman's face. "He leaves the body in the middle of the road and always kills them the same way – carves her heart out with a knife..."

"And leaves it in her hand," you breathe, eyes darting over the pictures. "Holy hell."

"What, you've seen it before?" Sam asks.

You nod. "A long time ago, over a decade," you recall. "His name's Elliott. Tough son of a bitch. Tracked him down three times before I managed to exorcise him. 'Course, this was before the whole devil's gate-opening, Lucifer-escaping, apocalypse business."

"We tracked the kills up to a few months ago, but we think they go back further," Sam says, catching onto your thoughts.

"And the most recent?"

"Two high schoolers here in town. Last one was yesterday around nine pm," Dean says.

You lean in to get a better look at the report he points to on the screen, but you feel Sam tense beside you. Only when you look across to him do you realize how little room you have left between the two of you. A reflexive, absent-minded movement, one you wouldn't have thought twice about before.

But now, you jerk away. "Sorry," you mumble.

You see hurt in his eyes, you think, at your apology. Why did you apologize?

For the first time in years, you look at each other – really see each other. You see his hazel eyes, the ones you could spend ages staring into at one point. You see the crap he must have been through since you saw him last. And you see yourself through his eyes. The girl who left.

"We, uh – we don't have a lot of time," you say, pulling your eyes and thoughts away. "Why don't I head down to the morgue, and you two see what you can get from friends and family?"

"Great," Dean agrees.

You collapse onto the bed, exhausted. You spent the entire morning calming the panic of a serial killer on the loose flowing through the police station, and the better part of afternoon sorting through the scrambled medical examiner's office before finally getting a look at the body.

The knock at your door slits your eyes open in time to see Dean striding into the room, Sam following close behind, cutting short your moment of peace. "Long day?" Dean says.

You push yourself off the lumpy mattress and onto your feet again. "I'm ready to kill something."

"You and me both, sister," he mutters. "If I gotta listen to any more crying today, I'll start throwing punches."

"They're in mourning, Dean," Sam reminds him.

You shrug off your blazer and drape it over the bed, grateful you had the mind to go to the morgue. You hate talking to the families; Sam was always better with people, caring and sympathetic where you couldn't be. It made you a good team. It made you fall in love with him.

"What'd you guys get?" you ask.

"Her parents weren't much help. They found her room empty last night, thought she snuck out. Only she didn't come back in the morning, and we found sulfur at her window," Dean says.

"According to her friend, she'd met a guy a few days ago," Sam continues. "Apparently, she was spending a lot of time with him, and he used the name you gave us – Elliott. She sent a picture." He pulls his phone out of his pocket and hands it to you.

The screen displays a picture of a young man in profile, a candid shot, outside with people walking in the background.

"You okay?" Sam asks, picking up on your frown before you realized your mouth had turned down.

You hand his phone back to him. "The guy he possessed last time had blond hair and blue eyes, just like this one."

"Lookalike meat suits? Do demons do that?" Dean questions.

"Occasionally," you shrug. "They can get sentimental. And this guy's strong enough to take his pick."

"Lucky us," he comments. "You get anything?"

"Nothing we didn't already know," you sigh. "Same deal – heart carved out, in her hand. Only they found mud on her, so they think she was killed near the creek that runs through here, but they don't know where."

"That's, what – two miles of land they're combing through?" Sam says. "The next girl could be dead by the time they find anything."

You pull out a piece of paper from your pocket and unfold it on the table, revealing a map. "So, I did some digging," you continue, pointing to red "X"s on the map. "These are all the churches in Eagle Point."

"They're all on the eastern side of town," Dean notes.

"And demons tend to set up camp as far away from consecrated ground as they can get, so I say we start looking –" you slide your finger to where the creek meets the far side of town "– here."

Dean nudges his brother's shoulder, smirking. "Told you we needed her."

You feel heat rising in your cheeks at the thought of them talking about you, Dean convincing his brother they couldn't solve the case without you. And the prick in Sam's heart strong enough to tell him no.

When you manage to lift your eyes to him, though, he gives you a small smile. You return it without a second thought, almost comfortable in the knowledge that this encounter with Sam won't be one of hatred and past grievances. He will trudge through polite small talk with a living, breathing reminder of what could have been, his good nature never allowing otherwise. If someone cracks the eggshells below your feet, both of you know, it will be you.

Paint fumes permeate the air, cutting through the rotten egg smell. After a half-mile walk along the stream, you and the boys stumbled upon an old boathouse outside of town, the moisture-swollen floorboards dotted with clumps of sulfur.

At the table toward the back of the room, in the dim light of the narrow windows letting in the early evening sunlight. Sam refills the shotgun shells with salt. You focus on the faint pattering of the granules tumbling into the metal casing, the clicking of the gun as he loads them, even the hissing of spray paint as you mark out the devil's trap on the ground.

You don't focus on the silence between the sounds, or on being alone with him for the first time in years.

The pentagram comes naturally to you by now, the symbols you could draw in your sleep. But, halfway through the circle, the line of paint from the nozzle becomes faint. You rattle the can, granting you a short stroke of color before it fades again. Rattle, spray, fade; faster with each cycle.

You want to slam your head into a wall. Your spare can is in your car, a ten-minute walk away, which would cut down on precious preparation time. The boys may have packed some, but that would mean breaking the already uncomfortable silence.

"Hey."

You dart your head up toward Sam and catch the spray paint can he throws in your direction.

"Thanks," you mumble, abashedly.

Dean walks through the sliding wooden doors as you finish the trap, illuminating the painted floor with grey light. "Brought the car around. Found this by the stream," he announces, holding up a hand. Mud coats his fingertips, lined with a brownish red residue.

"Blood?" Sam questions.

"Enough to drain a teenage girl," he says.

You bite your lip, thinking of the blood, such an obvious clue left by an expert killer.

"What is it?" Sam asks, catching your nervous habit.

"The meat suit, the name, the kills. And now, the blood." You ask the question you have been dreading. "Does it seem a little too easy?"

"You think it's a trap?" he says.

"I think everything's a trap," you answer.

A wave of unease passes through the room, the awareness of your vulnerability surfacing.

Dean shrugs. "So, even if it is..." he nods to you.

"We'll kick it in the ass," you finish, unable to hide the uncertainty in your tone.

"Damn straight. Then it's beers on me," he says. "And then what do you say we catch another case somewhere, get you out of the rain?"

"Dean," Sam warns.

"What?" Dean shoots back. "We'll get the band back together. It'll be great."

You can't help but think how great it was to hunt with them, to have backup, to not be lonely everyday. To not have to shoulder the weight alone.

Sam turns to you with pained, unreadable eyes, and you know it could never go back to the way it was, no matter how hard you both tried.

"One case at a time," you advise, pulling attention back to the demon more harshly than you intended.

As the sun sets outside, darkening the room, you help Dean pour holy water from a jug into flasks at the table while Sam places hex bags in the corners of the room to conceal your presence.

A chill runs down your spine, and you notice the smell of sulfur growing stronger. You know better than to chalk it up to your imagination.

"Guys," you say into the darkness. "It's here."

Sam glances up from where he stands at the far end of the room, near the door. His hands go to his sides, searching for a weapon.

"Hey," you call, tossing him his shotgun, loaded with salt.

He nods in thanks and aims it at the door. You check your own gun and slink around the table, watching Dean do the same. The three of you wait in silence for the doors to open, or for a shift in the air, maybe.

After moments of hearing only your own low breathing, the room begins to relax, weapons lowering and eyes darting to each other. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe it was just a breeze, or your paranoia.

You see Sam shoot up again before you hear it. A faint crying, a girl's voice, growing clearer by the second until you can make out words. "Help! Someone, please, help me!"

You glance around the room to form a plan with the boys, but Sam has already rushed out the door.

"Sammy! Damn it," Dean mutters, reaching for the demon blade before he strides across the room.

You grab a flask and follow him out the door into the cool air, through a grove to the side of the house. You reach an arm out to where Dean stands behind you, facing the opposite direction, making sure you don't lose him to the darkness.

Guns raised, you scan the trees for movement, ears tuned for a sound over the whisper of the stream water, until you hear a soft whimper and dash toward it.

Dean reaches her first – a young girl, maybe high school aged, curled up in the dirt, gagged, and bound at the wrists and ankles. Her eyes go wide in fear when she sees you approaching.

"We're here to help," Dean assures her in a hushed tone, undoing her gag. "Are you hurt?"

You stand above them, eyes on the surrounding trees, glimpsing down only once to tap Dean's shoulder with the flask of holy water.

He unscrews the cap and the liquid sloshes, but no screams or sizzling of demon skin.

Your feet skate around them, longing to move, to find Sam before Elliott does. "Which way did he go?" you say, as gently as you can manage.

She raises a shaking finger to the creek.

"You got her?" you mumble.

"Go." He waves you forward, but you have already taken off, willing your feet to move as fast as your heart races.

A shot rings through the air, then another. You follow the sound outside the grove and into a grassy area near the water. You see blond hair first, reflecting the moonlight, knelt over a darker figure. As you sprint toward them, the sight becomes clearer.

Elliott, in the same young man whose picture you saw earlier, holding Sam to the ground, hands around his neck.

You shoot a round into his side, knocking him over, warranting a strained gasp from Sam.

Drawing Elliott's attention away from him, you scramble toward the edge of the stream and raise the gun again. The demon pulls himself to his feet, laughing a low, throaty chuckle, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

"(Y/N)," he sneers. "Long time."

You strike him with the butt of your gun, but he only stumbles backward before lunging, knocking the wind out of you. In an instant, he has sent your gun flying to the side. Cursing yourself for not thinking to get the demon knife from Dean, you swing, the impact of his jaw under your fist sending a biting jolt through your arm.

He spits blood, treading close enough to tower over you, even as you rise to your feet. "You know, for all the hype," he drones, "you sure took your sweet time."

You swing again, but he catches your hand, contorting your wrist until it has bent around, bringing you to your knees again as a hiss of pain escapes your lips.

"I mean, you're supposed to be this top-notch demon slayer. Yikes – scary!" he exclaims with mock terror as he twists your arm. Your stomach hits the grass and pressure on your back forces your chest into the ground.

A wave of panic goes through you when you realize you can't hear Sam breathing anymore, but you can't raise your head enough to turn it toward him.

"You had to know I'd get out eventually, so imagine my disappointment when I couldn't get your attention," Elliott continues.

The image of blood comes to your mind again, coating the tips of Dean's fingers. Blond hair and blue eyes. Hearts carved out of girls and placed in their hands. It was a trap, and you stepped right into it. Worse yet, you let Sam and Dean step into it.

"And then, I remembered you were awfully cozy with these boys, particularly Winchester extra-large," he adds, a smirk in his voice.

"You son of a bitch," you breathe into the grass.

He bend your arm back further, extracting a groan from your throat. But behind it, you can hear another voice – Sam's voice – uttering a string of words. "Exorcizamus te, omnis imundus spiritus..."

The pressure on your back becomes heavier, but his grip loosens. You yank your wrist out of his grasp and push him off of you.

You feel like you can breathe again, maybe from the release of the weight of his foot pressing on your lungs, maybe from seeing Sam on his feet.

Elliott flinches, brows knitting in fury, but the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk. Before you can make another move, he flings a hand to the side.

"Omnis legio, omnis congrega–" Sam flies to the stream, landing with a splash.

"Sam!" you shout. Though the water appears shallow and you know he can swim, his arms and legs continue to flail, the water sloshing around him, as if an invisible force holds him under.

You leap toward him, but you have barely brushed his hand when something pulls you away, throwing your back into a tree.

Elliott shoves his forearm into your windpipe, striking down any hopes of finishing the exorcism.

"Maybe I should kill your boyfriend here," he remarks. "I imagine that would hurt something awful. Almost as much as, you know, being sent to Hell."

The splashing sounds weaken; you can only hope because you are further away now. You push against his arm, if only in frustration, but it remains unyielding.

"What do you want?" you croak.

He holds up a small knife, no longer than his hand. "I want you to hold your own beating heart in your hand as I carve it out of your chest."

You listen for the water again. Silence.

"Let him go, and we'll talk," you reply, desperation creeping into your strained voice.

"Are you trying to bargain with me?" he scoffs. "You do realize I'm holding all the cards?"

You catch movement out of the corner of your eye, behind him, creeping closer and closer. "Maybe," you say, and thrust a knee into his stomach. He doubles over, turning back to you in a second, but you push at his shoulders while Dean drives the demon blade into the back of his chest.

Orange light emits from his mouth and eyes, both wide in shock, but you don't wait to watch his body drop before tearing through the stretch of grass and to Sam's still figure past the edge of the creek.

You pull him by his arm as close to the riverbank as you can, kneeling waist-deep in the water.

"Sam! Hey," you shout. When he doesn't move, you shake his shoulders, swat at his cheek. "Sam, please, look at me... open your eyes, please." You let your plea fade to a whisper, not sure if you are begging to him or some kind of god, some higher power.

No response. He remains still, silent. Almost peaceful, with his long hair pasted back with water, though a stray lock crosses his forehead. His skin glistens in the moonlight, but all you want to see are those hazel eyes.

You let two fingers hover above his neck, above where a pulse would be, and hesitate to let your fingers press down, because if you find nothing...

His chest shudders, so quickly you think you imagined it. But a jolt runs through him, and he leans to the side, drawing in shallow gasps at first and deepening them as he coughs up water back into the stream. He jumps when he sees you beside him.

"Easy, easy," you say, but your voice breaks, and you become aware of the tears spilling over your cheeks. Only then do you tear your eyes away from his, wanting to collapse with relief over seeing them again.

You told the boys you would drive the girl home. She didn't give you a name, only remained frozen in the passenger seat, speaking only to murmur for you to take the next left. She didn't say what he did, and you didn't ask.

Back in your room, showered and dressed again, you throw your waterlogged clothes into a plastic bag for the next time you come across a laundromat. You pack the bag into a duffel, along with the rest of your belongings – your suit and some soap.

Your fingers linger over the zipper as you consider telling the boys goodbye. Neither of them acted anything but kind to you, and you don't want to leave on bad terms. But you would have to give them a reason for leaving so soon, before a night's sleep. And you couldn't tell them you want to put as much distance between you and them as possible. Hunts like these are why you work alone. You can't risk anyone getting caught in the crossfire, especially not them. Not Sam.

The doorknob turning rips you from your thoughts, but before you can reach for your gun, Sam steps into the dim light of your room. His long hair is smoothed back and glossy, like he took a shower, and a grin plays on his lips, reminding you of the way he always seemed to have a smile behind even a frown. A smile you missed.

"Dean and I are gonna grab a bite. You coming with?" he asks.

You cast an awkward glance down at your bag and watch as the light flickers from his eyes, his smile fading.

"You're leaving?"

His voice falls, and you let the thought of staying cross your mind.

"You know I have to," you say, to both him and yourself.

He closes the door behind him. "Look, I know it's been weird between us," he begins, choosing his words carefully. "But the way we fought together today – the way we hunted..."

"We've both been doing just fine on our own," you say.

"Have we?" he argues. "Have you? Because I know I haven't been half as happy as I was when it was you and me."

You bite your lip, thrown off by the outburst more than his words, not what you expected from the gentle-natured boy you thought you knew.

He stands nearer now, halfway between you and the door. "Whatever it is, we can work it out. You don't have to go."

"I 'don't have to go'?" you scoff. "Sorry, have you forgotten that you almost died tonight?"

"You know what we do. This was just another night," he says.

"No, Sam," you insist. "You almost died."

You surprise yourself with your honesty, watching realization pass over his face, bringing with it a solemnity that renders him speechless.

"You almost died," you repeat, the words sinking in. "You could've... because of some demon I hunted years ago. Then, where the hell would we be? What would Dean have done, huh? What would I have done?"

When he says nothing, you finish zipping up your bag, but his hand brushes over yours, warranting a gasp from you as you glance up at him. His eyes hold yours, wide and deep and sincere, not darting down with nervousness or awkwardness. They hypnotize you, sending butterflies fluttering through your stomach to the tips of your toes.

"These past few years – they've been more dangerous than anything we've seen before, and you've probably seen your fair share of it, too," he says, calmly. "It's a risk, getting close to people in this life, and if you don't want to, I'll drop it."

You blink back the tears you feel forming behind your eyes, but he doesn't let you lower your gaze.

"I don't know what you've been doing all this time. I know we've both hunted enough crap to wreak havoc on each other's lives," he continues. "But I also know that Dean and I are better with you. We always were."

He stands closer now – so close you have to tilt your head up to look at him – your bodies almost against each other, his hand still a gentle blanket over yours.

"I'm better with you. The rest, we can figure out," he promises.

You drop your eyes as you feel his hand grazing your hip, but you let it glide across your back and draw you nearer.

"Sam, I left." You say it like a question, like a flaw in a plan. Like a plea for forgiveness.

"And I pushed you away," he retorts.

"Because we didn't work."

The space between you dwindles, turning the beating of your heart into a vibration. He tilts your chin back up and catches your eyes again.

"We're not kids anymore, (Y/N). We deserve another chance."

His voice holds more passion than you thought possible. Not the innocent fervor it used to have, but now with conviction, a genuine maturity you find difficult to argue with.

He has grown up, and so have you, you realize.

And you believe him.

"Okay."

His eyes go wide in surprise, like he expected a different answer. "'Okay'?"

"Okay," you repeat, nodding. "You're right. And I've never been better than when I'm with you. If there's a chance in hell we can make this work," you lace your fingers through his, above the forgotten duffel bag, "I'll take it with you."

He stares at you, eyes still wide in wonder, and your stomach does a flip. He leans down and places his lips on yours, only for a moment. You freeze in his arms, anxiety and desire and sorrow pouring over you in quantities too great for you to comprehend.

When you don't respond, he pulls away, ducking his head. He stammers out the beginning of an apology, but you lift your heels off the ground, a hand going to the back of his damp hair, and bring your lips to his, cutting him off.

He pulls you closer, closing the gap between you two. You hold each other tight and start down the long road of making up for lost time.

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[wanderingcas]

Week 13: Destiel Case Fics!

[Thank you, everyone, for your wonderful submissions to Week 13, the final week of Spn Fanfic Submission Thursday! There’s some absolutely quality fics in this list, so check them out. If you read a fic, make sure to leave a comment and make an author’s day!

Note: this is technically the last week of Fanfic Submission Thursday. If you enjoyed these weekly fics, make some noise in my inbox and let me know! I’ll keep it going if people want it to continue. ^-^]

Humanity’s Angels by @amirosebooks

To get their minds off of Kelly Kline, Lucifer, and the BMOL, Dean and Sam take a case in Northern Arizona where a rogue angel was seen flashing his wings at a film festival and ranting about blasphemy. They quickly realize that there might be more to this case than they’d initially thought. The angel fits all the characteristics of being a ghost—EMF readings, see-through body, air chilling ability, and all. A local man is found with his eyes burned out like he was the victim of a smiting keeps them in town after salting and burning the angel’s buried vessel in hopes of dispelling his ghost.

Between all of this, Dean is finding it hard to keep his feelings for Cas under wraps. Especially when everywhere he looks and everyone he talks to reminds him of how much energy he’s spent hiding his sexuality from his family over the years. Will watching the ghost angel’s grieving best friend mourn the loss of the angel he’d loved spur Dean into confessing his own feelings before it’s too late? Will an angel from Cas’s past be able to succeed where Ishim failed? Who the hell has Sam been texting? Will someone please tell Mary what the hell is going on with her sons? Will any of Team Free Will learn to use their damn words?

Explicit. 92.8k words. (Complete)

[Bisexual Dean Winchester, Asexual Castiel, Mutual Pining, Canon Typical Violence, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Homophobia/Biphobia, Jealous Dean]

The Orange Blossom Bride by @expatgirl

It’s a simple salt and burn, even if it is in Florida. How hard could it possibly be?

Or:

Even the dead know.

Teen and Up. 15.5k words. (Complete)

[Case fic, pining, Sam Knows, Florida, ghosts, post-S10]

You Can’t Get Rid Of The Babadook (And Years Of Unresolved Sexual Tension) by @deaneatscake 

When the queer community accepts the Babadook as their new found icon, they accidentally create a Tulpa that starts killing homophobic people. Of course, Team Free Will rises to the occasion.

Explicit. 11.9k words. (Complete)

[AU - Canon, UST, Unsafe Sex, No Deaths, No Angst, Bisexual Dean Winchester]

Same Deep Water by @braezenkitty

Team Free Will hits the road to California to investigate the Brookdale Lodge, a haunted hotel nestled in the fog and giant redwoods of the Santa Cruz mountains. It’s been plagued by numerous suspicious deaths over its long history, the most well-known being the drowning of a six year old girl in the creek that runs through the middle of the Lodge’s famous restaurant, the Brookroom. Locals say the place is cursed, and connoisseurs of the paranormal regularly prowl the premises hoping to catch a glimpse of one of its many spirit residents. When a regular at the Lodge’s bar, the Mermaid Room, turns up drowned in the Lodge’s empty pool, Sam, Dean, and Cas decide to check it out. After a long break spent recovering from their battle with the Darkness, it seems like just the kind of open and shut case they need to ease back into hunting… but the Brookdale Lodge lives up to its dark reputation when something seeks to draw them into the water and drag them all under the surface.

Explicit. 30.5k words. (Complete)

[Protective Dean Winchester, Human Castiel, Interrupting Sam, Team Free Will, Hunter Castiel, Haunted Houses, Haunting, Drowning, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Sharing a Bed, Jealous Dean, Angry Kissing, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Happy Ending, Not Really Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence]

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I’ll Entertain The Offered Fallacy by @mittensmorgul

Nothing had gone right all day. Dean had let the witch slip through his fingers, and he’d had to leave Sam and Cas behind to finish her off while he slogged off to her secret lair to get rid of the source of her powers. It was literal garbage duty, but it still had to be done. It didn’t make it any easier to know that Sam and Cas were in her line of fire while Dean was relatively safe (if appalled by the state of her housekeeping). So of course if something else could go wrong for Dean, it would.

Why was it always witches?

Teen and Up. 12.7k words. (Complete) [Humor, Fluff, Body Swap, Witch Curses, Case Fic, Comedy of Errors, Interrupting Sam, Human Castiel, Free Will, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, references to Dean and Crowley’s howling at the moon]

We're Butter Off Together by @whichstiel

Set immediately after the Season Five episode “The End” this canon-divergent story begins with Dean and Sam heading to the Wisconsin State Fair to check out a butter sculpture of an angel that sounds awfully similar to Castiel. Sure enough, when they arrive the incomplete sculpture looks a lot like Cas - enough so that the Winchesters call in the angel himself to help investigate it. Castiel, upon arrival, is mistaken as Dean’s partner - as in “life partner” - and they’re forced to share a room at a local B&B during the investigation. When Cas falls prey to the dark powers at work, Dean must confront his feelings in order to save Castiel.

Explicit. 27k words. (Complete)

Never Again I’ll Go Sailing by @mansikkaomenabanaani

A beach house on an idyllic stretch of sand, a simple salt and burn, a case that, taken at face value, is perfect. But when hearts are breaking and words are wounding, is this case the backdrop to a last chance at reconciliation, or a final distraction before an inevitable parting?

Because simple cases never turn out that simple, and uncovering one mystery just seems to create even more of them. And when leaving is the only certainty in their future, how can they help someone who is stuck in the past?

Explicit. 85k words. (Complete)

[Case Fic, Ghosts, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Misunderstandings, Emotional Hurt, Fluff, Smut, Idiots in Love, Sam Ships It, Communication Failure, Crying Dean, Crying Castiel, Cold Castiel, Angry Dean, Emotional Dean, Nearly Human Castiel, Switching]

Dead Things and Washing Machines by @feartheophanim

Sam is sick and, despite Dean’s strict no-research-rule, finds a case. It’s like these cases sneak up on them when they least expect it. Dean says the hunt can wait; but, Sam doesn’t think that’s the wisest decision so he calls Cas to work the hunt with Dean.

Dean and Cas drive out only to find that the motels are all full; so, they end up in a one-bedroom/one-bath condo, sharing a bed and reveling in the stylish, fully-furnished, khaki-pants lifestyle.

Hunts don’t pause or slow down; they’re fast-paced and brutal. Dean and Cas’ relationship takes equal turns at both.

Mature. 26k words. (Complete)

[Canon Compliant, Recreational Drug Use, Branding, Non-sexual slavery, Homelessness, NSFB]

Deprived Of Every Planet by @cuddlemonsterdean

Dean’s breathing is audible in the scant space between them, irregular. The motel room is dark, pale blue shadows falling in through the gaps in the blinds. Throwing a pattern of uneven white stripes over the bunched up covers. Over Dean’s fingers twisted in the sheets. One half of him in shadow, softened by the dark. The heat of his skin. The tremble of him under Castiel’s touch.

He caresses a hand over Dean’s chest, slowly. Dean’s mouth falls open, his body arching into Castiel’s touch. Castiel stops over Dean’s heart. Through the fever of his desire, he rejoices about the wonder of experiencing another’s heartbeat through one’s own senses.

Dean gasps, but then he turns his face away and towards the dark. Eyes closed tight and brows furrowed like something is hurting him.

Castiel stills.

“Dean?”

Mature. 9k words. (Complete)

[Established relationship, touchstarved!Dean, background case]

Warnings: canon-level violence, minor character deaths

The Unspoken Has Been Spoken by @deservetobesaved

Team Free Will learns why an unexpected chaos breaks out during a piano recital. Dean and Cas get to the bottom of other things as well.

Teen and Up. 3k words. (Complete)

[spells and enchantments, crack, fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, takes place after 12x12]

untitled by @woefulcas

dean comes to a realization while patching up a newly human cas.

Teen and Up. 500 words. (Complete) [hurt/comfort, hunter husbands, human!cas, fluff, dean has The Moment]

Deep Thoughts by @cupcakesnsarcasm

When the Winchesters find her, strung up and tortured by a demon, they realize she’s something more than an average human. Sam’s curious, Dean’s apprehensive, and Elise knows everything - because she can hear their thoughts.

Mature. 52k words. (Complete)

[Dean Winchester/OFC, Mind Reading, Demons, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, graphic depictions of violence]

Someone’s Who Feeling for Me by @ellis-park

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it’s panic at first sight. Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas’s arm like it’s no big deal, like it belongs there. Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it’s not directed where he expected it to be.

Mature. 46k words. (Complete)

[Case fic, mutual pining, mentions of past Dean/Lisa]