X Reader Fanfiction - Tumblr Posts

Keeping me warm

Part 2

Trafalgar Law x Reader

Warning: female Reader, use of y/n , Angsty angst, Fluffy Fluff and some suggestive thoughts but nothing wild tho, English is not my first language, so yeah there are some mistakes in this possibly.

Plus I am currently still on my first watch of one piece and am only at Fishman island. So Law isn’t a character I know all to well. So he is more like a mixture out of other ffs descriptions and my own headcanon.

Notes: I never planned on making this second part but because I really am craving more Law in my life and because I got some really nice comments and people asking for a second part, I just had to write a lil something. I really hope you enjoy. And thanks again for all the nice comments. They literally make my day ❤️😭

I am quite shy and rarely comment on posts myself but I m trying to be better with it in the future because honestly sometimes we forget how much some kind words can effect someone. ❤️ thank you all for reading. Have fun.

The first thing you noticed after waking up was the silence. The rumble of thunder and the biting wind could no longer be heard. Tired, you opened your eyes and looked around. Warm rays of light broke through the entrance to the cave. Sleeping pirates in tight embraces lay around you. Your captain had wrapped his stretched arms around as many of them as possible. He was laying next to you in an uncomfortable position on the cold cave floor. Luffy was loudly snoring and mumbling incoherent sentences in his sleep. But despite the uncomfortable resting situation, there was a satisfied smile on his features.

"Well? Awake yet?"

The beautiful archaeologist was sitting next to you, reading a book. She looked at you with a small smile.

" Be careful, the others are still asleep. But you can go outside if you want. The snowstorm has stopped."

Robin had decided to let her friends sleep. It had been too long since they last got a little rest.

With a quiet groan, you straightened your body. You could feel an annoying headache forming. Neck pain, cold and hunger. Even if you were able to sleep, it couldn't have been for very long.

How much you were wishing to be on the Sunny right now. In your soft bed. With linen sheets. In the cozy room you share with Robin and Nami.

You stretched your body and while yawning you started walking your way out of the cave. In your head you were still dreaming. Of soft pillows and fresh-smelling flowers, like the ones that Sanji regularly brought back from the local markets for you girls. Even if his antics could be annoying, the flowers always made you smile brighter.

The girls' bedroom was always tidy and quiet. Only sometimes your giggling got louder if there was something exciting to gossip about. It was your little comfort place on the Grand Line and not only for Sanji the so-called "heaven on earth".

While fixated on your Daydreaming, you walked through the cave until you reached the entrance. You had expected that all the snow might have buried you and it would take a while to shovel your way free, but there was only a small amount of white mass in front of the cave that was relatively easy to climb. As you continued to walk towards the sunny outdoors, your thoughts returned to soft blankets. Soft pillows. And warm arms wrapped around your body.

Wait what?

You shook your head. Such thoughts were completely out of place here. The important thing now was to see how you could all get back to the village and then quickly get something to eat.

But as your legs sank into the deep snow, your selfish daydreams were immediately back.

Warm hands caressing your cheek. A rough voice whispering in your ear. Soft kisses being pressed on your neck.

Tattooed arms that were wrapped around your body and tried pulling you closer to his heaving chest.

These thoughts kept you more than warm as your thighs sank deeper into the cold snow.

No matter how hard you tried to categorize these thoughts as wrong and banish them from your brain all at once, each time they came back even stronger.

Would he touch you like that? Would his hands be as soft as you imagined? How much you would love to run your hands over his tattooed arms. Over his long fingers. And over whatever else was hidden under his covered chest.

The first time you met him, he had been wearing a dark shirt. It had been unbuttoned at the top and while observing him from a little distance, you had seen that his dark tattoos continued on his chest. But you couldn't see much. And as if he had noticed how you were literally trying to undress him with your eyes, he had turned in a different direction. You had stood there, caught, perplexed, confused, while a heart eyed Sanji had been dancing around you singing compliments to you in your new dress.

You remember hushing to Nami about those same tattoos. You had tried to make it sound as neutral as possible. Simply interested in the art under his skin.

But Nami had already figured you out. She knew how interested you were in the captain of the other crew. But instead of secretly whispering with you, she had decided to push you in his direction. She had tapped the tall man on the shoulder and asked loudly if he could take off his clothes, so that you could admire his tattoos.

You could have killed your best friend in this very second.

After he stared at the navigator with a questioning and almost angry looking face, the red head pushed you in front of the doctor. Feeling heat all over your body, the words you were trying to say came out kinda stuttered.

"I .. I'm ... sorry. There must have been a… misunderstanding. Nami wasn’t…, Captain... uh... yes, I... was just wondering if all those tattoos must have hurt?"

A incredibly stupid excuse.

"You know… because I heard that it hurts, not that I think you're too weak... no, i definitely don’t.. I know how strong you are... I mean... Chopper told me about it and well, our captain always talks about your fights... You..."

You were not really forming coherent sentences. You wanted to run away or sink into the ground. No matter how you turned it around, it would never become a sensible explanation.

The man in front of you had looked puzzled. You were way to nervous to look into his eyes.

If you hadn't been so focused on your sentences and the awkwardness of the situation, you might have seen how gentle his gaze was. Almost confidently smirking downwards.

He had just wanted to interrupt you and was planing on explaining his tattoos to you, when the loudest strawhat pulled Law towards him with his outstretched arms.

"Traaaaaaa Guuuuuuyyy! Haha. Look what I made for you." The boy was holding a plate in front of his face. It was a mountain out of various food. Meat. Vegetables. A huge amount of dry rice. It looked like an inedible mess that the other captain had formed with his own hands. At least that's what Law assumed when he saw the straw hat's food covered hands, sending a shiver down his spine. How could this young man be so out of his mind? Law felt the urge to loudly slap his palm against his forehead. The stupidity and naivety of the strawhat-ya was too much to bear. But with a little squint, even he realized that the mess on the plate in front of him looked a lot like one of his crew members.

" shishishi it looks like your bear friend, torao. Do you like it ? "

Law just rolled his eyes. That was the reason ? Angrily he stared down at the other captain. He couldn’t believe he had just been interrupted in the moment, he had the chance of a conversation with his crush! Well, not that y/n was a crush... no. Definitely not. Law just wanted to make conversation. Completely normal. Without any ulterior motives. After all, she was the newest member of the friendly pirate gang. That would only be polite. Law talked himself out of any palpitations. Was it just him or was it just really warm on this island? Besides, there was the campfire. That was an explanation on while he was feeling that way. He was definitely not feeling that warm because of some woman.

A really really cute woman.

A really cute woman standing a few tables next to him. Still at the same space, talking nervously to Nami.

The cold snow under your feet became less and less. It barely reached your ankles. The sun was shining on your face as you breathed in the fresh air. The world around you was clear and bright. Now you could see where you were. When you had all sought shelter to hide from the coming storm, the rain and snow had already been so thick that you could hardly see anything. You had been glad that Franky had discovered the cave with his headlights.

You weren’t even that far from the village. If you would have known you could have even climbed down the mountain during the storm. But because nobody had a clue where you guys were, it was saver to stay and wait for the storm to end. The cave was on the mountain between the harbor and its tiny town and the small fishing village on the other side of the island. The harbor was run by the marines and it was impossible to go there. But in the town, there were stores and places where Franky could get the parts he needed to repair on the Thousand Sunny. The fishermen had also reported that there was a small Inn in the small harbor town where they could spend the night. That had been the actual plan. Get fresh food and the repair parts. To spend the night in the town and then go back to the sunny to repair it. But you never got that far.

The snow glistened in the sunlight. A small smile flitted across your face. Even if the last few days hadn't been ideal, you were still really relieved. Everyone was doing well. No one had been tragically injured and the little bit of peace and quiet had certainly done everyone some good.

Next to your tracks in the snow, a few others were starting to appear. They couldn't be old. They were definitely fresh footprints. Probably boots.

The prints were bigger than yours. Had someone been missing when you left the cave? Immediately your thoughts went back to the tall captain. Your heart began to beat loudly.

Your eyes wandered over the landscape. And not far from you, a figure was sitting on a tree trunk in the snow. As you approached quietly, you realized that he wasn’t alone. From afar you couldn’t make out the other being in the white snow. His white fur, tousled as he was laying on the ground listening to Law while making snow angels. Bepo looked like a small child. Only in the body of a huge polar bear.

„How cute.“ you thought. A broad grin crossing your cheeks.

Until Law started talking.

"I really don't know what to do, Bepo. Every rule I ever set for myself is

Absolutely against this!“ he shook his head slightly. "fuck I can't stop thinking about her" cursing he put his face into his hands, looking down and taking a deep breath.

Who was he talking about? Quietly sneaking a little closer, you hoped the captain was too lost in thought to spot you with his Haki.

"Oh Captain. Doesn't it feel good? The most important thing is that you're well!"

The polar bear hugged his captain and talked to him gently.

"Never mind Bepo. I'm sorry to bother you with something like this. The last few weeks I could have used your time better than constantly talking about y/n"

Wait. Your name?

" I'm sure she's not interested in me anyway. After all, she's on a ship with that lovesick cook. Or the swordsman is probably much more interesting to her anyway."

"Don't tell yourself that Law. Chopper told me how much she appreciates you. Besides, she's probably annoyed by Zoro and Sanji's constant bickering.

I'm sure she thinks you're just as great as we do, boss."

There was a tired smile on Law's face. No matter how distressed and confused he was on the inside, Bepo was always a reason for him to make this feeling disappear. The polar bear apparently had no idea how much Law wanted your attention. Never would thoughts like his fly through his best friend's brain.

The way he craved your touch. And the way he got hot inside as soon as he thought of your innocent eyes looking at him from below. He wanted for you to like him a lot more than his crewmates did. Bepo was way to naive to understand why Law was waking up covered in sweat with his pillow covering his lower body when Bepo wanted to see how he was doing the other morning. Not for the first time, he wondered if he could get away with kidnapping you. Surely the strawhat-ya would be more than pissed. But it would be worth to have some time alone with you. Law had to sigh. His thoughts too shameful to ever voice them.

" Let's go back to the cave. We have more important things to do."

And with a quick -shambles- from Law, the two Heart Pirates disappeared out of your sight.

Relieved that you had not been seen, you were sitting behind a rock. You could hardly believe what you had overheard.

At first you were afraid Law was talking about someone else. Maybe Robin or Nami. They were both beautiful and clever. And both had already fought alongside him. You, on the other hand, had hardly any experience of fighting and although you had already noticed through Sanji's affection that other people perceived you as attractive, you would never have compared yourself to your friends. Both were so beautiful, kind and graceful

and yet Law had said your name.

Although you were automatically ashamed of this thought, you thought of Law laying in bed with you again, stroking your hair and repeating your name over and over again.

You wanted to bury your head in the cold snow. The heat caused by these thoughts was just too much. Annoyed and confused with yourself, you slowly made your way back towards the cave.

Your heart beating so loud you thought it would jump out of your chest.

Two days later

With a tired smile, you said goodbye to Bepo and Ikkaku. Penguin walked behind them. Before he left with the others to return to the harbor, he turned back to you.

"Hey y/n, if that crazy strawhat ever gets tired of the pirate life, our captain would certainly have no problem with you joining our crew."

He leaned his head in my direction and winked " I think he would be more than satisfied with you on board"

Laughing, he walked through the door. Closely followed by Shachi, who formed his hands into a heart and sang something unintelligible.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Was it that obvious?

But no matter how hard you tried not to react to the teasing comments, your face turned red when you saw Law in the corner of your eye. Whether he heard it or not, you knew this was going to be awkward as soon as you were standing face to face.

Law had of course heard what his crew had implied. But he could hardly think about it, because at the same moment the straw hat wrapped its arms around the doctor several times. If he was going to try hugging him even more, Law was sure he would end up literally crushing him.

"Let go of me immediately, Straw Hat-ya!“

" shishishi. Sure thing, Torao. Have a good journey."

Luffy's grin went from ear to ear.

Law didn't really know what to do next. He had planned to just calmly say goodbye to the others. Without any big words, and above all without any more hugs.

These crazy pirates brought out the worst in him anyway. He was always annoyed at how much he didn’t think about real life issues and even smiled from time to time. It could hardly go on like this. After all, he had a reputation to uphold.

He took a step back and spoke to the rest of the friendly crew.

" I'll see you again in two months. If you find out anything important, you'd better call us right away via the telesnail. It means a lot to me, that we are helping us in these troubling times as an alliance. Thank you for your support."

He was about to leave when something pulled at his long coat.

"Oh, Doctor Law, before you go, here are the books I borrowed from you. I was not aware of some of these treatments. So thank you very much. I look forward to working with you again."

Chopper stood proudly in front of him and gave Law back three thick medicine books. How the little reindeer was able to carry these books at all puzzled Law. But presumably one of the others had helped him. Probably Robin. The devil fruit user patted Chopper proudly on the head. A wry grin on her face. "We're all looking forward to seeing you again Trafalgar, aren't we

y/n ? "

Robin gently nudged your arm and looked expectantly into your flushed face. Inside you were cursing her. How could she have found out how you felt about the tattooed captain too. Apparently everyone knew by now anyway.

" Uh, yeah. Sure... I... eh, we all appreciate you very much. And we're happy to help you, of course. It's important to us to be there for you. And to support you on your mission. I hope everything goes well with you... with you and your crew. We want to see you back in good health."

You look in his direction with an innocent laugh. You felt beyond awkward. Were you making a fool out of yourself again?

You didn't really want to see all your friends making fun of you while you were desperately trying to talk to your crush. But when your lowered gaze went up, only a satisfied smile sat on Law's face.

Robin and Chopper turned towards the other Strawhats.

While Law was still glancing at you. His eyebrows furrowed as if he was thinking hard about something to say. After a moment of silence, he was clearing his throat.

Softly, he whispered a " Take care of yourself, Y/N-ya." in your direction.

"And you take care of yourself, Law."

Smiling, you looked once more at the handsome face in front of you. His eyes were almost shining and a quick glance at his lips made your heart beat faster.

Law wondered if he should say something else. Something that could give you certainty. But apart from a softly breathed "Y/N", nothing came from his lips.

The other pirates around you were long forgotten. Your friends saying goodbye to the other crew members, Luffy dancing around the room laughing while Sanji explained to him why he had to wait until the food was ready, and Chopper proudly telling Nami about his new knowledge. While Usopp was making fun of a loudly snoring swordsman.

Even Brook's singing was just background noise. The only thing you could hear was the loud pounding of your heart and the soft voice of the Supernova repeating your name again.

Without thinking, you took a step towards the man in front of you. He was so tall, you had to lean your head back quite a bit to keep seeing his face.

Law's head was in chaos. The rational part of him would now take a quick step back, not ever look at you again and run away with a grim expression.

But his heart had already chosen a different path. His body decided what to do next for him. Although a moment ago Luffy had his arms around Law and he cursed any form of embrace, now he longed for it. As if she had read his thoughts, Y/N put her hands around his neck and hugged him tightly. Even though his head was still not fully aware what was happening , law wrapped his strong arms around her body. How he would have loved to pull her even closer to him. But there was no time for that. And would she even want that? He could ask her to run away with him? He can’t believe his thoughts were this idiotic.

Than the brief moment was over. Neither of them wanted to draw any more attention to themselves.

He detached himself and gave you a nod with his hat hiding his eyes, before turning around and following his crew with determined steps.

Did that really just happen?

Yes, it was only a hug. But for you it was more than just that. The way he had whispered your name, what was he trying to tell you? Maybe he had that feeling too. Longing.

Even after the conversation between him and Bepo that you had overheard the other day, you were still unsure. Did he like you back?

While you stood there rooted to the spot for a few minutes and looked after the Surgeon of Death, your thoughts full of question marks, he was already scolding his silly crew members. Even if he wasn't doing it very well today.

And so he walked with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin back to the bay where his submarine was anchored. His face was red, his gaze downcast and his eyes still hidden under his hat. While Bepo asked questions like "Is it true that you really "like like" her? Or „if she becomes part of our crew, will she sleep in the same room as you?" Or " Penguin said something about you being all dirty? But you just had a shower, haven't you?" Or " Law? Do you think I'll ever find a bear girlfriend?"

Penguin and Shachi cried with laughter.

And although few things in his life have ever embarrassed him as much as the awkward questions and fake kissing sounds of his friends, Law was feeling way to happy and warm at that moment to really care.

i will literally pay someone to write fluffy poe x reader fanfiction

sigh.

Tell me again [ AB ]

Pairing ~ Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Plot ~ after a long day at work, Anthony tells you how much he missed his wife <3

Warning: pregnant!reader, little teasing, shy!reader

Words : 0.8k

My other fic

Anthony bridgerton angst

" I thought you would be asleep..." Anthony murmured, words soft as melody spelled in the dark, hands crossed around his chest, his cuffs rolled up like usual after every tired night in his office, he smiled at you, a glint in his eyes.

" Why would I ? " I would wait for you at the worlds end, You turned to look at your husband, after a hard day, his eyes looked so tired and yet, they were sparkling, always when it was you.

" Oh my dearest wife." He moaned as he crossed the distance in two long strides, wrapping his hands around your waist all the while dropping to his knees,

"I missed you so much baby." He said, kissing your baby bump gently as he looked up with stars in his eyes.

" You didn't miss me Anthony ?! " You fake gasped, watching the slow chuckle make its way through the rings of his cartilage as he plucked the book you were holding.

" Oh you have no idea ! " He growled, taking both your hands in his and guiding them to his face, his eyes shutting as your fingers traced the face you adored so much, he hummed in response, kissing the soft skin of your wrist as watched you, one knuckle at a time, eyes never leaving yours.

" you think I haven't missed you ? " His asked, almost blazing, " you? " He said again, " There wasn't a moment when my soul didn't want to crawl and come to you, not a moment when i wanted to be anywhere but in your arms love." He squeezed your hand gently as you smiled, because you knew, knew how much he loved you.

" Have i told you how much I love your hands ? " He traced the lightening like green nerves that made it ways across your skin, he loved every bit of you, body, soul, mind and heart.

" You haven't," you replied, feeling your breath knocked out, heart punching against your ribs.

Anthony's lip quirked at your dazed eyes, he loved every and each version of you but he so much adored when you made your needs known, how much Anthony loved giving you what you wanted, you just have to say it for me, my sweet love, he had told you.

" This," Anthony said, his lips grazing at the slight raise of vein of your wrist, following it upto the crook of your arm, smiling in triumph as a strangled noise made it's way out of your throat.

" You like it ? " He tilted his head, brows raised in question, " mmm" you hummed softly but being the Viscount and smug bastard lord bridgerton was, he smirked.

" Say it in words my lady." He gazed up, you gave him one eye roll but opened your mouth anyway, " I do." You said ans Anthony resumed his venturing.

" And I have told you how much I love your collarbones ? " He hummed, planting open mouthed kisses all way to to dip of your neck, his breath lingered like a tattooed kiss, you dropped your head back on the couch as Anthony nipped at the raw skin of your neck.

You felt his smile the way his teeth tore into your flesh, his hand soothing your belly in circular patterns, the other cupping your breast and kneading it with all the time in the world, " You aren't telling me." He complaint, mouth fixed several inches away from yours as he looked deeply into yours eyes, your breath were uneven as you whined at the lack of lips on you, he understood and caressed your cheeks, leaning until a thread of wind was between you, you waited for touch to burn you, waited for his lips to crash into yours but alas!

" An..thony " you whimpered and he shaked his head, mouthing a small, No.

" You haven't " you whispered, closing the inches as his mouth pressed against yours in warm fuzzy music, like everything the poets talked about, Anthony smiled as pulled for a second away, his eyes peicring yours, mischief dangling through the corners and oh, how much you loved this man.

" I think I have..." He trailed, nose nuzzling at the dark reds and blues of your neck, he loved his little vicious games, loved to tease you, loved to drive you crazy.

" You have." You told him, " Tell me again."

That was all Anthony needed to you tell you again, and again and again, how much he loved you.

Rigel's note🪩: This has been in my drafts for so long<3

PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE [ FIC / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

NRC FRESHMEN X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 2.1K WORDS

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I WONDER IF ANYONE COULD TELL THERE'S A REASON WHY THE TITLE IS NAMED LIKE THAT ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Looking yourself up in the mirror, you let out a satisfied hum at your choice of clothing. Like any other weekends, you've finally planned out your trip to Pyroxene, suggestions given by Cater himself that there's a wonderful shop that sells clothes AND pastries.

You wanted to spoil yourself rotten given the past circumstances that gave you zero chances of going out for some required alone time. There's nothing wrong with your friends, you love them dearly but sometimes having to chat and meet up everyday socially drains you.

So you had to plan out a trip without them, a tinge of guilt brewing in your heart. Shaking your head, you cursed the damned feeling as you know that they would understand your reason of doing so and will give you plentiful of space if told. You know them far too well despite living in this world for a short time.

As you were doing the last finishing touches to your attire, your phone blasted out your designed ringtone, accompanied by the loud buzz from it vibrating against the table. You rushed towards the direction of the table , hastily picking it up in your hands before answering the call. Unfortunately for you, your ears weren't prepared to be served with loud yelling, the sound of what seems like wood breaking in the background set an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"P-Prefect?! Are you there?! Can you hear me?! We're having a problem and looking at how things are going, we need more hands!!"

"M-more hands?! What the hell did you guys-"

"Sorry, can't sweat the details right now! Just- Head to the school corridor!! The one near alchemy class!! Quick!!"

Within a second, the call was cut right off. It seems like this world LOVES pissing you off in a multitude of ways. You can't go out looking like this! Not when you're about to head out for your trip! Your precious clothes are bound to be dirtied once the problem's solved and you'll have to either throw it into the trash or throw them into the laundry, depending on the severity of damage done to your clothes but nonetheless, the day's ruined!

With a groan, you decided to suck up and went out the door with your current clothes since there's absolutely no time to change out of it! All you could think right now is the urgency of the matter at hand and the safety of your friends is top priority! Minutes passed by and from the moment you've entered the west wing of the school, there were vines crawling everywhere, growing rapidly and ensnaring any pillars in its wake. More and more as you head towards hallway of the alchemy classroom, the vines grew number in size to the point that they're piling all over the floor. You nearly tripped in your run but luckily you caught yourself in the nick of time, proceeding on with your journey.

Coming to stop, you've finally reached your destination. Hair sticking to the back of your neck due to all the sweat you've accumulated, the muscles in your legs burned with ferocity and were desperate for rest. Maybe you should thank Mr.Vargas for all the intense training he run you through- Nevermind that, you should focus on what's happening in front of you

From the looks of it, it seems to be a case of a plant upsurge, thankfully it's not one of the poisonous plants that Mr.Crewel that asked everyone to steer clear of. Thinking back, didn't Mr.Crewel asked the five of them to remake that growth potion...Did they messed up that bad remaking it?!

"Is everyone-Woah!" you yelled, stumbling mid sentence before latching on to the broken door hinge for dear life as the vines on the floor came to life, gleaming with a mysterious light before swelling erratically. The sudden jerky movements sent you down to your knees yet it made you tighten your grip more.What seems like an eternity finally came to an end. The large bulbous vines thinning out akin to an inflatable pool being punctured with a needle, leaving only flabby and dried out vines strewn across the room

The six of you were greeted with silence, still too stunned from the sudden cease of onslaught done by the plant. You steadily rose up to your feet, hands still clutching to the door hinge for support before letting go. "What a drag.." you muttered before sighing softly. The condition of your clothes was a tad bit dirty with some soil splotches here and there but thankfully no tearings, in to the washing machine it goes!

Scratching his head, Ace couldn't help but let out a whine. The potion messed up, a part of this designated school floor is covered in vines meaning that he have to clean it up, his labcoat's covered in soil and whatever that came out of the plants! Well, at least nobody knows that it was his fault for putting too much auxin powder into the cauldron-

"Could've been worse but anyway! Now that you're here Prefect, let's- oh damn, look at you. All prettied up for what cause I wonder?" The redhead whistled at the sight of you dressed up in clothes he'd never think he'd see you in. Licking his lips in anticipation as his red eyes trailed your form up and down. "Why the hell are you whistling at- P-Prefect?!" Just as Deuce was about to raise his hand to smack Ace's head, his face blossomed into a bright shade of red the moment he laid his eyes on you

Curious to what's happening to the both of them, the tall wolf decided to turn his head to your direction. Golden eyes taking a glimpse of your form sent electric jolts all over the wolf's body, a feeling that's entirely new to him. Jack was quick go turn away, his canine ears pining to the back of his head while faintly cursing at his tail that was swishing from side to side, unable to hide the excitement brewing in his gut and somewhere

Though, not everyone's reaction was the same as them. You found yourself being roughly yanked on the arm by the lime haired freshmen. Instead of being flustered by your new look, he had rage written all over your face. His sharp canines glinting under the light as he gritted his teeth in anger. "Don't you have any shame for yourself, human?! Your way of dressing is-" He stopped abruptly, breath hitching in his throat as he started to register at how breathtaking you looked, your plump lips looked so divine and its so close for him to just come and bite it

Scoffing, Sebek pushed you away from him. The frown on his lips isn't as evident as before but you can still tell that he's angry, judging how his eyebrows are still furrowed. Shaking his head in a disapproving manner, he promptly took off his coat before placing them on your shoulders, gloved fingers already working on their way to button it up (you swear, this crocodile bastard is so impatient that he didn't give you time to slip in your arms into the sleeves of the coat-) "As your friend, I'm obligated to protect your honour AND dignity, human. Be grateful for it" said Sebek. Vaguely, a slight growl could be heard when he turned his heels away from you, leaving you stupefied from the swift withdrawal.

The coat was large enough for you to easily shift and slip in your arms to occupy the sleeves section. Though the stained clothing was comically large on you, the hem of the fabric reaching up to your lower thigh as to remind you the vast size differences you have against towards the male. "Um..(Y/N)..?" Looking over your shoulder, you were met with mesmerizing ocean coloured eyes that seemed to glitter with pure adoration. Epel smiled now that he have caught your attention as you certainly did with his as well

"Please don't mind Sebek! I don't find your way of dressing to be shameful! In fact, you look wonderful! Beautiful even!" Said the lavender haired male. "Did you always had those clothes tucked away in your wardrobe or did you recently bought them? Ah, they compliment your eyes so perfectly too!" With each question he asked, Epel ends it a compliment. The boy couldn't help it after all, you looked so ethereal that you deserved to know how alluring you were to them so he decided to shower you with praises.

Shyly, Epel took out his phone from his pocket as he looked up to you with puppy-dog eyes. "(Y/N)...could you unbutton the coat? You look amazing with that outfit so I can't help but want to take a picture of you in it.. That's okay, right?" His words seemed to ooze with sugar as they sounded so so sweet to you. Just as you were about to give your answer, you were immediately cut off by the sound of Ace's booming voice

"Hey, hey, hey!! No pictures until we're done cleaning, Felmier! (Y/N)'s isn't in her perfect sexy glory if she have all of those patches of dirt on her clothing!" Not a second after Ace yelled those words, a loud smack came soon right after along with a loud 'fuck!' sputtered by the auburn haired male. The smacker was no other than Deuce, who's fist was curled up almost like he was ready to punch the lights out of his dorm mate.

"You DO NOT disrespect (Y/N) by calling her sexy!" Deuce hissed "So what?! You're telling me she's not?!" Ace barked right back at his navy haired freshmen. Briefly, his gaze collided with yours and again, his face turned bright red. Lips forming a straight line as he muttered something under his breath before clearing out his throat. "She looks... attractive" he exclaimed. The features on Ace's face scrunched up in disagreement. "No wonder you're not a hit with the girls, your compliments are dry, Juice" "Say that to me one more time and I'll punch you right here and now Trappola"

"Both of you quit it already! And don't try to drag (Y/N) in this, we're the ones who screwed up the potion so it's on us to clean it up" Jack huffed, clearly annoyed by the argument between the two Heartslabyul students. In response, Ace stuck out his tongue to the wolf beastman. "That's lame! The more hands, the more better you know!" He whined.

This comment was met with stern gazes that seem to bore into his figure, clearly not amused. "The more hands, the more better my ass, Trappola. You're going to skimp on the work and pass it on to (Y/N), weren't you?" The beastman growled lowly, veins threatened to burst if the red eyed male in front of him decided to add any more comments of you wanting to partake in the clean-up session

Sheepishly, Ace looked away from the stern gaze, opting to look at the ceiling as if it sparked some kind of interest in him. "Maybe. Just a little" Like a joint choir, everyone in the room except Ace let out a sigh as they figured about his intentions on why he was keen on you to help out. As the boys went off to start cleaning likewise how Sebek started on tugging and pulling the vine off like a breeze, Jack spun to your direction.

His tail eagerly beginning to swish from side to side. "Then..(Y/N), you can sit this one out and head back to your dorm to change up or if you want, you could just stay...M-Mainly because it's for supervision reason! I trust you enough to keep the cool in here because I'm sure I would have beaten someone into a pulp" With the last few words being exclaimed loudly, clearly directing it to Ace who replied with a quick 'fuck you!' before going back to peeling off the vines from the walls

"Obviously I'm not going anywhere, you guys are up to each other's throat when I'm not around" Jack's golden eyes seemed to brightened up even more when you agreed to stay, ears perking up as a soft smile appeared on his lips. Nodding, he turned to look at Epel who was beside you who got his message.

Carefully, he wrapped his arm around yours, tugging it gently as to motion you to come and follow him "You can sit over here, (Y/N)! The place's clean so you don't have to worry about your clothes, I promise!" The ocean eyed boy assured you not before tapping a finger on his pocket where his phone was kept. "Remember! We'll take pictures okay!" Epel walked away, seemingly bouncing in each of his steps

"CLOSE YOUR LEGS WHEN YOU'RE SITTING, HUMAN!" Just as you were about to get comfortable sitting by shifting your legs open, you were reprimanded by no other than Sebek. How quaint of him to do so

𝒜 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐸𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 [Creepypasta x F. Reader]

3 — 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝐵𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃

A sudden crack of thunder erupts throughout the sky, making her flinch and crane her neck backward to look up at the ever-darkening clouds. The atmosphere shifts from warm to damp in an instant as rain draws nearer. Oh great, she thinks, turning on her heel to walk the two miles back to her grandparents' cottage. That's what I need. Rain. She quickens her pace, being mindful not to trip over a stray root or run into a limb dangling lower to the ground, following the plant-ridden trail that she originally took to get this far out here. 

She isn't exactly sure where she is, as she doesn't recognize the seemingly endless frondescence around her, but she knows that she has to be around thirty-five to forty minutes away from the cottage. This means she will likely get caught in the storm that just abruptly appeared out of nowhere.

The air around her feels muggy and thick, and she can't stop herself from sniffing. It grows steadily darker, though not enough to obstruct her vision any, for which she is immensely grateful. A bolt of lightning streaks through the sky, and following close behind is another startling clash of thunder. Forcing her legs to move at an even faster pace in an effort to get back before it starts to rain, she continuously avoids running into any plants or tripping over weeds sticking out of the ground and looping around each other.

It starts out as a small, almost unnoticeable droplet of water landing directly on her nose and slowly cascading down her skin, causing her to move her gaze back up toward the sky anxiously. Another soon follows, this one stopping on the top of her head and dribbling down her h\c locks of hair. This is the moment that she wishes she would have brought a jacket. Well, how was I supposed to know it was going to storm?

The area around her now begins to seem more familiar, and she hopes that means she's getting closer. Maybe she can get back before it starts—

Another crackle of thunder erupts throughout the atmosphere, and not two seconds later, a shower of rain follows. She curses under her breath and now speeds up into a full-on run, desperately wanting to make it back home before being totally drenched. She'll need a shower at this point, anyway.

Water blurs her vision as it leaves wet trails down her face, and she can feel as it soaks her clothes and weighs her hair down. The cool drops send chills up her spine, and she dashes down the path, trying to step on the patches of grass to avoid slipping on mud and falling to the ground. Holding her hands above her eyes to act as a sort of shield from the rain, she navigates through the condensing fog and thick greenery surrounding her b\s frame.

Every couple of minutes she steps under some branches housing abundant leaves, making a temporary shelter against the storm, though it only lasts about three or four steps before she's back underneath the mercy of the pounding rain. The nearer she gets to the cottage, the harder the rain seems to get, and it isn't long before her shoes and feet are slathered in mud and her hair is sticking to her neck.

I'm gonna get a cold, aren't I? She can't stop the exasperated huff that exits her lips, her eyes squinted as she attempts to ward off the pouring water and stop it from irritating her senses even further. The deep rumbling of the constant thunder, the pitter-patter of rain splashing against the leaves and rising puddles of water, and the invigorating breeze gently blowing against her skin would be almost relaxing if she wasn't currently being saturated as she hurries back.

In her rush to get out of the weather, she stares ahead of her to see if she can find the tranquil little house, just for an instant forgetting to watch where she's stepping, and as a result, misses a particularly thick weed, prompting her foot to get caught up in it which soon has her losing her balance and falling to the dirt floor with a grunt.

She catches the majority of her body weight with her hands and allows her arms to take the brunt of the fall, though she still lands on her stomach and chest. The lower strands of her hair land in mud and she can feel pressure in the palm of her right hand, almost as if something was sticking through the skin, but she doesn't pay much mind to it, too focused on returning before the weather has a chance to get even worse. Releasing a peeved "dang it", she slowly pushes herself to her feet, not taking time to look at the damage that had to have been caused, and makes sure to keep her eyes glued down to her feet and what's in front of them.

Finally, finally, after what feels like an hour, she comes upon the familiar driveway, and straight across from it, sits the quaint property that she calls her temporary home. Sighing in relief, she sprints toward the gate, hurriedly unlatching and opening it far enough so she can step through, closing it back behind her and moving to the, thankfully roofed, porch, where she meets the eyes of a very unhappy cat, who is also drenched in water, sitting on an old, wooden chair and looking at her in obvious contempt.

"Oh, you too, huh?" she mutters, brushing her hands off to the best of her ability and opening the screen door, hoping to God that her grandparents left the main one unlocked. To her luck, she grabs the knob and twists it without any trouble, and immediately steps inside, relishing in the warmth and dryness that it holds.

Marshmallow nearly trips her as he tries to push past her legs and go through the door himself, though she puts her foot up in front of him and blocks his path before he can.

"Sorry, little buddy. You'll get mud everywhere." She gently nudges him back outside, and he lets out a meow in protest, clearly not enthused about having to wait outside in the damp chill that the storm holds. Once he's out of the screen's path, she shuts it and gets a glimpse of the wet feline as he stands on his hind legs and pushes against the door with his paws, looking in pitifully and continuing to cry, even though it's mostly drowned out by the rain. She taps the glass in compassion and softens her voice just a tad. "Look, I'll clean up then I'll get a towel and dry you off, okay?"

His calls raise in volume as if disagreeing, and she can't stop the laugh of sympathy that leaves her mouth.

"It'll only be a few minutes, I promise—"

"Sweetie! Oh, my goodness, are you okay?" She's cut off by the worried voice of her grandma, who appears by her side to examine her in concern. She meets her eyes and nods reassuringly, brushing a strand of wet hair stubbornly clinging to her forehead behind her ear.

"Yeah, Nana, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? It's raining cats and dogs out there!"

"I'm sure." She uses the back of her hand to wipe away a stray droplet of water as it runs down her cheek before shivering. Farrah's eyebrows furrow.

"My word, you're cold, aren't you?"

"Only a little," she replies, her gaze trailing down to the hardwood floor, or more specifically, the puddle that's quickly forming around her feet. "Um, will you bring a towel or something? I'd hate to get water and mud all over the floor."

"Oh, don't worry about that, hun. My biggest concern is you getting sick." She wraps her hand around her shoulder and lightly pushes her in the direction of the stairs. "Why don't you go and get cleaned up and I'll make some hot chocolate." The very sound of hot chocolate makes her heartbeat quicken, and she only nods and makes her way up the staircase, in a hurry to get the mud caking her skin off before it dries and becomes a pain to scrub.

She tries to make the journey quick so she doesn't completely drench the carpet and cause mildew to grow, and soon enters the bathroom, where she flips the light on and shuts the door to grant herself some privacy. Grasping a piece of thoroughly soaked clothing and prying it away from her body, she lets out a quiet scoff, not very pleased with the recent turn of events.

She looks at her hand after dumping her clothes on the floor beside the sink, noticing the color red mixed in with the minuscule pieces of gravel and mud coating her hand, and after rinsing it off under the faucet, she sees a hole around the size of a pinprick permanently indented into her flesh, along with two minor scrapes.

A stick must've got me, she thinks, remembering the moment she tripped and felt a sudden pressure in her palm. Sighing in discontent, she steps into the shower and turns the water on, having to wait a minute for it to get good and steamy. She rinses all of the mud from her skin and washes her hair, becoming irritated when she picks a couple of small twigs out of it and tossing them down the drain without a second thought.

The hot water streaming down her body feels relaxing, and she finds herself almost wanting to go to sleep, though she shakes off the idea pretty quickly. Sure, the weather is perfect for it, but she needs to visit with her dear grandparents whom she hasn't seen in years. Perhaps she can show Nana some of her paintings like she was planning on doing originally. She highly doubts that she would be criticized; Farrah is too nice to do such a thing, and even so, she'd be doing it gently and out of love, hoping to help rather than condemn.

Shutting the water off and stepping back out a moment after, she grabs her arms in an effort to warm herself back up, as the temperature behind the safety of the shower curtain is much warmer than the temperature in the rest of the bathroom. She wraps herself up in a towel and turns toward the fogged-up mirror, making a portrait of sorts with her arm to enable herself to see the reflection that it gives her and finds herself satisfied enough with it.

After brushing her hair she cautiously makes her way to the room that she's occupying while she's staying here, making sure that nobody is walking down the hall while she does so, and shuts the door, going to the closet to pick out yet again another pair of clothes to wear, since her first ones got wet and dirty.

She slips on her undergarments, a pair of sweatpants, a loose-fitting t-shirt, and a pair of socks before throwing her previous clothes into the laundry room and going back down the stairs, being sure to bring an old towel with her. The pleasant aroma of hot chocolate wafts up into her nose and she licks her lips absentmindedly, glancing into the kitchen to see Farrah mixing the warm liquid into two separate mugs.

She seems to notice her granddaughter's presence and gives her a welcoming smile, one Y\n finds absolutely calming. "Hi, sweetheart! How are you feeling?" The s\t girl shrugs and moves over to the front door, where she knows a certain cat is likely still waiting behind.

"A lot better, now that I'm not covered in rainwater and dirt."

"I understand. That's not a pleasant sensation by any means." As soon as Y\n opens the door, a gust of cool breeze hits her in the face, bringing drops of rain with it. Not wanting to confront this weather again, she looks around for Marshmallow and finds him curled up beside the door; a shivering lump of soaked fur, clearly attempting to create some form of heat to lay in.

"Aw, little buddy..." she coos, feeling bad that she couldn't have brought him in sooner. He lifts his head at her voice, and it's obvious that he's been trying to lick himself dry by the random tufts of fur sticking out here and there on his small body. He lets out a meow and she bends down and swaddles him in the large piece of cloth she brought with her, lifting him up in her arms and allowing the towel to soak up as much of the water as possible before she brings him back inside and closes the door.

"Oh no, is that Marshmallow?" Farrah says, and Y\n hums in response and places him on the floor after wiping off the mud from his paws. "I totally forgot about him. I guess I was too distracted." She chuckles, and the girl grabs a few strands of her damp hair, watching the grateful yet exasperated feline find a nice, cozy spot on the couch before starting the process of grooming himself, once more.

"Well, he's okay, now." Her Nana hands her a mug of cocoa, and she sucks in a large whiff of it, looking around curiously. "Hey, where's Pops at?"

"Oh, he laid down to take a nap. We old people don't have too much energy to spare, anymore." Both of them walk into the living room and find seats on the couch, thankfully not disturbing Marshmallow as they do so, as he's currently sitting on the back of it, seeming quite content at the moment.

She blows on her drink, waiting for it to cool down enough to allow her a sip, and her eyes fall to the window, watching the drops of rain hit the glass pane and slide down the shutters. Farrah follows her gaze and flashes her a sympathetic look.

"I really am sorry about the rain, Y\n." The teen meets her caring brown eyes attentively. "If I would've known it was going to storm, I would've told you."

"Nana, it's fine," she assures, resting a hand on Farrah's arm. "There's no way you could've known what it was going to do. Besides, I'm inside and dry now. I don't think I was out long enough to get a cold."

"Lord, I hope not. I would hate for you to be sick on your vacation." She pats Y\n's hand and takes a small, cautious sip of her cocoa.

"Yeah, that would suck," she agrees, and copies her grandmother's actions, putting the rim of the mug to her lips and tilting it upward in order to get a tiny drink. She can feel it burn the tip of her tongue as a strong burst of flavor erupts through her mouth, and she swallows, holding back a peaceful sigh as it slips effortlessly down her throat and warms her insides.

Haven't had hot chocolate in forever, she thinks, savoring the smell and taste of the rich, chocolatey beverage. I forgot how good it was.

"So, hun," Farrah starts, shifting her body around to have a better view of Y\n in her position on the couch, "what do you like to do? I mean, do you have any hobbies?"

She considers the question briefly, taking another thoughtful sip of her drink. "Well...I like to paint."

"Oh, you do!" Her eyes seem to light up at the very thought, and she leans in closer. "I remember that. You were always giving us little art pieces that you did. There's a drawer in our bedroom dedicated to that very thing." Upon hearing this, Y\n glances away shyly as her cheeks glow a light shade of b\c.

"Heh, y-you didn't have to keep them. They were all just meaningless stuff, anyway."

"Sweetheart." Her expression morphs into one of seriousness, and her voice hardens slightly. "Nothing you do is meaningless." She shrugs in response and bites the inside of her cheek.

"If you say so..."

"Of course, I say so." She nudges her with her shoulder in a consoling manner, making Y\n shift her gaze back at her. "So what do you paint?" The genuine interest she holds within her tone almost surprises Y\n, as she isn't used to somebody, much less a family member, being intrigued by what she does, and it takes her a moment to gather her thoughts and form a coherent reply.

"Like...scenery and stuff. Mountains, skylines, waterfalls. Gardens, sometimes people, though I'm not very good at that. I don't know. It depends, really."

"Well, that sounds lovely. Did you bring some?"

"I, uh, I brought one or two of the small ones. But I have most of the pictures on my phone."

"Can I see them?" Her eyebrows raise and her lips part a bit, attempting to contain the excitement quickly flooding into her chest as she glimpses at Farrah hesitantly.

"...Really?"

"Yeah, really! I wanna see what my little girl has been up to all these years." A bright smile etches itself across her face, and Y\n stares at her, perhaps a couple of seconds too long, before complying and slowly standing to her feet, setting her mug of hot chocolate on the frosted coffee table as she does so.

"Okay. Just, be warned that they're not very good." She, herself, is proud of some of them, especially the more recent ones, though when in the presence of someone she finds that she wants to impress, her confidence steadily dwindles down and shrinks into the back of her mind, plaguing her thoughts with doubt. What if she gets laughed at?

"Oh, stop criticizing yourself. I'm sure that they're beautiful." Her words offer the slightest bit of relief, and the girl nods slowly and makes her way up the steps and into her room. Grabbing her backpack and taking out the two canvases - one 6x6 inch and the other 9x12 - she looks down at both for any mistakes. After all, she doesn't want to embarrass herself in front of one of the only people in her life who actually seems to care about what she likes to keep herself busy with.

One of them is a painting using watercolors, and it shows a small stream glimmering in the moonlight alongside a meadow of vivid wildflowers of yellow, pink, blue, purple, and white. She remembers doing this one when she was bored, and she got inspiration from a photo she saw on Pinterest, although a few key details were changed when she created it.

The second painting is one of the ones she worked fairly hard on, one that took around a week to complete, and she was pretty happy about the result. It shows a beam of sunlight shining down into a forest of willow trees, capturing the life beneath them in a bright, cheerful embrace. A mother fox and her two kits sneak out of their burrow dug at the bottom of a small hill, a nest of robins lay up in a branch, away from danger, butterflies flutter their wings and land gracefully on a patch of lilies.

The project had been something she had wanted to start and complete ever since she began painting with acrylics, and once it was finished, she was proud of it. Before she left to go to her grandparents' house, she had a mental debate about whether or not she should bring it. It could have broke, after all, though she eventually decided, what the heck, why not.

She made sure to pack it carefully, in a position where it couldn't get crushed or torn easily. And it looks in perfect condition as of now, so she figures that she accomplished her goal.

She tucks both of the paintings under her arm and grabs her phone from off of her bed before walking back down the stairs to present her work to Farrah, nervousness and slight hesitancy bubbling up and making itself apparent in her stomach, once again. What if Nana doesn't like them? She'd feel ashamed and embarrassed for even mentioning her favored activity in the first place. Shaking her head dismissively, she attempts to gather some form of confidence as she nears the living room. It's only her grandma, not some popular judge from America's Got Talent; she values her grandmother's opinion much more than a random celebrity, anyway. It will be fine, she tells herself. It will be perfectly fine, there's nothing to worry about.

A rumble of thunder tears her from her thoughts and her eyes shift up toward the ceiling, almost expecting the house to shake, though nothing of the sort happens. Ignoring the second boom of noise as it seems to get more distant, she finishes her trek into the living room and takes her previous seat on the couch, beside Farrah, and puts her phone on the table in front of her.

"Okay, so, this isn't one of my best ones. I did it about three months ago when I was bored." She lifts up the painting with the pond and lays the other one beside her, handing it to Farrah and giving her a clear view. She subconsciously bites her bottom lip and glances between the painting and the elderly woman several times, trying to read her thoughts and anxiously awaiting her reaction.

An expression of pure revelation and pride appears across her face as she stares down at the work of art currently in her hands, taking in every, well-thought-out detail to the best of her ability, her mouth dropping in astonishment and her eyebrows raising.

Y\n is unsure what to make of this; she's never been great at reading other people's emotions and sensing what they're thinking. All she can do is wait for a verbal reply and hope that it isn't one purely of criticism and distaste.

"Sweetheart..." She speaks, and Y\n's ears perk up in recognition. "N\n, this is gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous." She turns to meet the girl's clear eyes and holds the canvas up in front of her face to better get her point across. "You did this?"

She nods timidly, her cheeks raising in warmth as they flush at the compliment. "Uh, y-yes, ma'am. I did."

"Hun, this is spectacular. Absolutely amazing. How am I just now finding out about this secret talent of yours?" It's asked as mostly rhetorical, as they both know the reason and the answer to the question. "You said you had more?"

"I only brought two, but I have pictures of others I've done in my phone gallery."

"Show me!" She gives her back the painting, and she takes it again, before handing her the second one, the larger one of the two. Her eyes scan the surface, where all of the shades blend together in a peaceful cadence of colors and a proper story, full of raw emotion and dedication.

"This is one of my favorites," Y\n comments quietly, reaching up and petting the fluffy feline laid behind her head affectionately and looking over Farrah's shoulder at her creation.

"My word... This is even better than the first!" She looks down in the bottom left corner, where the young girl's signature rests, and clicks her tongue considerately. "Hun, you could have a business with these treasures."

"I actually do want to become a professional artist. Make paintings for a living." She tenderly takes the canvas from Farrah's grasp and lays it atop the previous one before leaning forward and grabbing her phone. "Maybe, if I can convince Mom and Dad to let me go to AAU, I can make it a reality. I've already gone to art camp three summers in a row, so I have practice."

"Well, that sounds lovely. I hope you stay on that track because I think you would make an excellent artist. People all over the world would want to buy your paintings if they looked like those do." She releases a small chuckle and unlocks her phone, scrolling to the side until she finds her gallery and clicks on it.

"Yeah, well, people are really picky about what they do and do not buy, so I dunno. A girl can dream, I guess." Farrah wraps her arm around Y\n's shoulder and pulls her closer. "One of my dreams is to be recognized by April Gornik, maybe even meet her someday. She's, like, my inspiration for half the things I paint."

"It's great to have goals, Y\n. I'm sure she would love to meet you. Who knows, maybe she could even teach you a thing or two about being an artist." She smiles at the very idea and nods slightly, her thumb swiping patiently through the many photos as they appear across the screen.

"Maybe." She clicks on one of the pictures, this one revealing an older painting based on Niagara Falls, the rainbow shooting through the sky and over the surging white water below, and shows it to Farrah, who looks at it proudly.

"That's amazing. Where'd you get that artistic talent from? I know it wasn't your father." She breathes an amused laugh in response and shakes her head in the negative.

"Yeah, it definitely wasn't him."

✭ ✭ ✭

For the past couple of hours, she had talked with her grandmother about various other things, ranging anywhere from her potential job to what else she plans on doing in the future. Does she want to get married, have a family? Where does she want to live? Is there another career she wants to pursue should the original fail?

It takes her a moment to answer each question without stumbling over her words, mainly because she isn't used to somebody being so invested in her personal life and interests as a whole. But she quickly finds that she enjoys being asked frequent questions about such things and that she's able to tell Farrah anything and everything about whatever she wants to. A bond seems to radiate between the two; Farrah is like a long-lost mother figure to Y\n, and it feels good to have finally reconnected with her, again.

The rain outside eventually ceases, as does the storm, and the clouds slowly thin out until they're nothing but thin streaks of white floating through the now grey-blue sky. The plants outside are coated with thick drops of water, the soil surrounding them properly soaked and allowing the roots to suck in the moisture. The very air itself smells of life, feels damp, and holds a certain cleanliness to it, as if the earth has just been cleansed of evil and is made pure, once again.

The rest of the day goes by, for the most part, uneventfully, with Y\n helping and visiting with Farrah, and when he wakes up, Phil. The three stay inside of the house, neither of them wanting to go out when it could possibly start raining, again.

They have dinner; a few simple chicken strips and some homemade gravy, along with biscuits to add a bit of variety. It fills Y\n up well, and by the time all of them are finished eating, it's nearing eight o'clock. Despite the late hour that she awoke this morning, she feels drowsiness seeping through her body and making her mind hazy. Perhaps it's the stress of everything finally weighing down on her and causing her to collapse, or maybe it's the lack of stress, at last, allowing her to get the rest that she greatly yearns for.

Releasing a small yawn, despite how much she tries to fight against it, she stands from where she had been previously lying down on the soft, delicately patterned sofa, and discreetly rubs at her eye. "You alright, hun?" Nana's voice erupts from behind her, and she glances back and gives a tired smile.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just feeling sleepy."

"Well, go on to bed. Get all the rest you need; that's why you're here, after all."

"I'm here to see you guys," she argues halfheartedly. "I'd hate to cut this time short just cause I'm tired."

"Y\n, you've been with us all day. Besides, you've been through a lot. More than what a person should ever go through, especially someone of your age." She parts her lips to further proclaim her point, though when she sees the final expression formed across the woman's face, she huffs in defeat and internally rolls her eyes.

"Fine."

"That's more like it."

"You going to sleep on us?" Phil interjects from his recliner, momentarily taking his attention off of the old sitcom that's playing on the small flat-screen TV sitting across the room and onto his granddaughter. Y\n shrugs hesitantly, holding back another yawn that tries to escape past her lips.

"I guess so..."

"I see. You get here then you leave again." His voice sounds serious, though anyone who listened closely enough could hear the playfulness hidden inside. His wife lightly slaps his hand from where it's resting against the arm of the chair in a scolding manner.

"Oh, hush up, Phil. She's tired. You've been sleeping nearly all day."

"I know, I know!" He puts his hands up in front of his face defensively. "I was just joking! Jeez, woman." She watches the two bicker in amusement, unable to decide which person she ultimately agrees with. Just in case she's forced to take somebody's side. Farrah only scoffs, and Y\n leans in to give both of them a warm, fleeting hug, trying to put all of her unending love for them in that one gesture.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, hummingbird," Phil says.

"We love you."

"I love you guys too, Nana." She begins to walk toward the staircase. "Call if you need anything."

"You, too!" Then she makes her exit, stopping by the bathroom to do her nightly routine before heading into the bedroom and changing into her pajamas. The world outside has yet to darken enough to allow stars to peek down, but the bright illumination of the moon can be seen far off into the sky, if only somewhat. To her, it's a relaxing scene to sleep in, and she crawls beneath her covers soon after turning off her light and plugging her phone in to charge.

Something about it feels tranquil, and she finds herself wishing that her parents never come back to get her. She doesn't have many friends back home anymore if she can even call it that, and her lifestyle is less than desirable, largely considering the fact that she can have a perfectly good, stable, loving environment right here, where she could continue to grow, and do it healthily, this time.

Her eyes slowly flutter closed, and she lets out a relaxed sigh, allowing her consciousness to drift off into the deep, dark hollows known as sleep.

•——————•°•✿•°•——————•

"What are we going to tell her?" Phil, now sitting up fully in his chair and staring at the aged woman beside him, asks, concern showing in his crystal eyes. Farrah lets out a distressed breath, burdened by the confounding information her husband recently shared with her.

"I don't know, Phil. It would...it would crush her if she knew what happened."

"Well, obviously. But we can't keep her in the dark. She asked about them. It's only a matter of time before she asks, again." Farrah pinches the bridge of her nose in apprehension, finding it hard to focus on what they should do to solve this issue. Do the right thing. But what's the "right" thing?

"We just got her back. I don't want to upset her for the rest of her trip..."

"Yeah, neither do I. But we have to do something."

"Okay, okay. We'll just...wait until she brings it up, again." Phil raises his brow at her suspiciously. "Then we'll figure it out from there." Thoughts of perturbation swarm her mind, and she clenches her fists in an effort to calm her jangled nerves. "Phil...we already lost three babies. I don't...I don't want to lose another." Her voice cracks, showing the strain that this whole event has had on her, and she buries her face in her hands to conceal the tears threatening to flow from her eyes.

"Baby, hey, hey." His tone softens, and he moves over to the couch to sit beside her, wrapping his arms around her smaller, frail frame comfortingly. "We're not gonna lose this one. I promise." She leans into his embrace and quivers vaguely, shaking her head in doubt.

"You can't promise that."

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

Darkness. That's all she can make out at first as she blindly stumbles about, desperate to find a way out of this soul-crushing gloom that surrounds her. She blinks, she blinks, and she blinks, even rubs at her eyes to rid herself of the dull, emotionless scenery, until eventually, her wish is granted, and instead of never-ending darkness, she figures out that she's standing in the middle of a forest.

The trees are all dead; their leaves already fallen long ago and leaving their branches bare and sharp. The flowers, or what she assumes used to be flowers, litter the lifeless ground below her feet, their stems drooping low and petals losing all original shape and color as they become pitiful piles of what could have once been beautiful plants. A heavy, morbid breeze blows, ruffling the brown grass and sweeping through her hair in what she can only describe as a taunting way.

Chills zip up her spine when she suddenly gets the feeling that she isn't alone. Spinning around frantically to find someone, any form of life in this dead, empty place, she spots a flash of color as it disappears behind the trees, out of her immediate sight. She feels a tug in her chest, an invisible force pulling at her heart and begging her to follow.

She doesn't want to listen to it. She wants to ignore it and walk away, though something tells her that she can't simply just walk out of this place. At least not alive. So she complies hesitantly and begins her chase after the mysterious blur of color that made itself present in her vision for only a mere second, but it was enough to gain her attention. Draw her curiosity. Forcing her way through the dead trees, she notices a thick fog appearing steadily around her, altering her vision severely though not enough to force her off of the trail.

Determination strikes her body, and suddenly, she wants nothing more than to find that figure of color. Confront them, ask them what their problem is. Why she's here, force them to take her back. An ominous force wraps around her mind so abruptly it's almost blinding, and she feels nausea squeezing her stomach. It's fear. Pure, raw fear that she's never felt before in her entire life.

Her breathing becomes more labored as she quickens her pace, and no sooner than she does, her foot catches on an unknown object and she comes tumbling down to the ground with a pained grunt, her arms taking the majority of the impact and shielding her face from the dirt underneath her body.

It takes but a moment to collect her bearings, and as she leisurely rises to her full height, she catches a whiff of a smell. A bitter, rotten smell. An odor that's so strong, so rank, it reminds her of the possum that crawled under their old house that one time when she was seven years old and died. They had to call the exterminator to pull out its rotting, maggot-infested carcass and burn it.

She crinkles her nose in disgust at the distant memory and tries to pinpoint exactly where the smell is coming from. Stumbling to her feet, she glances around to the best of her ability but finds her efforts are fruitless. It seems so close but yet so far away at the same time. 

She finally spots a lump right beside her feet; the very same lump that she tripped over not a minute earlier, and she bats away the fog with her hand and squats down to get a better look. She recognizes something. The color. A light, serene shade of green. That's what it's wearing. A green shirt.

The smell gets stronger, she just knows it's coming from this motionless figure lying on the ground. Nearly gagging though wanting to get a closer look, she leans nearer, noticing a mop of messy, blond hair covering his head. It's a "he", she knows it is. She pinches her nose and nudges him with her foot, though he still doesn't make any move to signify he's conscious. Or even alive.

Her heart rate quickens and she puts quite a bit of strength into the next push she gives him. His body is quite small, which is why it takes her off-guard when he's so difficult to move. As if he's being weighed down by an invisible force. His body is rolled over, enough to give her a clear look at his face and what he looks like.

What she identifies as blood leaks from a large wound in his forehead and dribbles down his face, causing her to let out an audible gasp and tumble backward from shock in an effort to get away. She knows this boy. She knows him all too well, even though she hasn't seen him in years. Wyatt.

Her mind is in a frenzy as she stares at his corpse, breathless, motionless. Dead. An expression of absolute terror is etched onto his ghostly pale features and she feels hot tears pricking at her eyes. How did this happen?? Why-why did this—what happened!?

Her breathing is fast and hard as she covers her mouth, trying to contain the sobs from spilling from her lips and alerting whatever else may be here, on the prowl. Waiting for her. Looking for her. No, this can't be happening. He's only a kid. He was only a kid...

That breeze once again flurries around her shaking frame, bringing a warning like no other with it. "Remember this," it whispers softly in her ear. "Remember what happens when you fail to listen."

～

Shooting up in the bed with a strangled gasp, she looks around her room frantically, doing a mental reality check, as if to make sure that she's still here. That he's gone. That it's gone. Tears freely stream down her warmed cheeks, and she shakily runs her hands through her hair and tries to slow her breathing and the rapid pace of her heart. She swallows, perhaps a bit too hard, because she ends up gagging herself and almost throws up in her own lap, right on her bed.

A squeak exits from between her parched lips and she moves her frantic gaze out toward the window, hoping to find some form of comfort in knowing, confirming where she's currently at, rather than where she was just moments before. Just a dream, just a dream, it was just a dream.

She sucks in a cooling breath and wraps her arms around herself, staring intently at the treeline on the other side of the yard as she makes sense of everything around her. It's okay, it's okay, you're safe, you're safe. He's safe. He's okay. It doesn't exist, it's just in your head.

Something catches her eye, and she leans closer to the window, attempting to rid herself of the salty tears making her vision blur and get a clear image of what she's seeing. Or, at least, what she thinks she's seeing. After a failed attempt, she wipes her eyes on her arm and looks again. Something white, reflecting the moonlight where it shines down from the sky and gaining her attention even further.

With her fast, shallow breaths and busy mind, she finds it hard to concentrate, so all she can make out is something beige. Its height isn't very intimidating, at least not from her distance. Is that...a man? With a mask? She blinks, processing her assumptions and praying that they aren't true. And he's... Is he watching me?

Releasing an unsteady, nervous sigh, she stares at it for around thirty seconds, before it turns abruptly and disappears behind the trees and likely deep into the forest. She sniffles, keeping her gaze locked in that exact spot until her eyes begin to get heavy, again.

No! No, I can't go to sleep... Not again. She shakes her head, getting rid of the drowsiness to the best of her ability and turning to grab her phone. I gotta keep myself distracted. I can't go back to sleep. Otherwise...

Her e\c eyes anxiously shift back toward the woods, and she bites her lip. Who was that guy...?

In a dominant mood so here's how I think bsd men would act as subs

Atsushi

Would be a very obedient sub

Trusts you in every way imaginable

You know how parents tell you "well if your friend told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?"??

Yea that's him

If you told him to do something stupid or dangerous whether in the bedroom or not he would immediately trust that you have a plan behind it (even if you actually don't, he doesn't know that)

Other than that, he's very anxious when it comes to PDA, at least at first

But once he gets used to it, and by that I mean used to the feeling of being loved, then he will slowly start warming up to and even asking for it

When it comes to sex, he can be even more bashful and awkward about it

He mostly whimpers and whines and it's not super loud, but if it does get to that point he's very self aware and scared of others hearing him, so he covers his mouth right away

I think he'd be most compatible with a more gentle top

He can't handle very heavy scenes and I can't imagine him having a very active libido

He has sex to express love and passion, not just for a quick fling that doesn't mean anything

Outside of the bedroom, he's very quiet about what goes on in there

Dazai likes to tease him about it and you love how his pale complexion turns into a pretty shade of red

Dazai

Oh this man is OBNOXIOUS

He's the type of sub that makes you wanna fuck him so hard he actually shuts the fuck up for a second

One of the brattiest of the bunch, for some reason has to turn anything and everything into a game of cat and mouse

Also one of the horniest, believe me you'll be drained DRY after like a week or so

This man's libido is UNMATCHED

He may be taller than you, smarter than you, and possibly stronger than you when it comes to his ability,

But in every other way you are in charge And some part of him always wants to challenge that

Loves to be paraded around like a showdog (but prefers the term "trophy wife")

He's a little princess and always gets what he wants

I think he'd fit best with a dom who could handle his.....special traits

He needs someone who won't get tired of him so quickly and leave, just like everyone else in his life did

But he also needs someone to put him in his place from time to time

Dealing with dazai isn't for the faint of heart, anyone who's done it before knows that

So maybe if you're strong enough, smart enough, and a little bit delusional and crazy, you could have this cute little former mafioso wrapped around your finger like a worm on a string <3

Fyodor

Tbh this one's the whole reason why I made this post in the first place😆

This one's also a little....different...from the others

And by that I mean he's worse

His brattiness doesn't come in the form of disobeying orders or having a fit in front of your friends

No, this one will purposefully pick you apart psychologically

Trying to get this man to behave will require a labyrinth of words, a battle of the minds

He needs someone who can challenge him, because if they don't, he wouldn't bother to be submissive towards them at all, they don't deserve it.

He's one half sickly and one half pride, so taking care of him isn't gonna be easy

Of course you'd have to know going in that Fyodor's self care is abysmal and as his dom you'd have to take responsibility for his health

Taking care of his pills, his diet, making sure he eats and sleeps on time, gets enough rest, drinks enough water, exercises, that's all on you from now on

But you do it cause you love him

Sometimes he'll be bratty and arrogant enough to take you for granted, and would snap at you and tell you he doesn't need someone to baby him when you just were trying to help

But after enough time, he'll realize he was wrong, and as his health depletes, he'll slowly start to inch towards you, asking for your help

You would make sure it gets to the point where he'd have to beg. Make him realize what it's truly like to not have you "distracting" him with your care and concern

And eventually, if he's put up a pathetic enough display for you, you'll hold him in your arms, warm chest comforting him as he leans his head and torso on it

You'll watch how he shivers each time he takes a breath, his eyes are glassy and staring at nothing, his hair is drowning in grease, and it's obvious he hadn't showered in days, but you don't mind

All of this means he's vulnerable, which means he's weak, which means he's malleable.

Malleable enough for you to mold into whatever you please.

Because the only person who could dominate the demon Fyodor is someone who could become the demon Fyodor.

Whether he knew it or not, you were just as sinister as he was, possibly even more.

And every breath he took was another foolish step into your web, a plan you had conducted just for him

So he can be as proud and smug as he wants, but at the end of the day,

You are in control.

Chuuya

It's kind of hard for me to decipher what kind of sub he'd be to be honest

I want to say he'd be a brat but that term doesn't seem to describe him exactly

Sure, he's got a lot of pride, so getting him to submit to you or even to simply let you take the wheel will be difficult.

He's too stuck in his old habits, too used to having to take care of everything, so being taken care of for a change will be a new feeling to him.

He's also scared to love you, scared to let himself bring another person into his heart, afraid of instead accidentally luring you to your death as he had done with so many others.

No, he's not ready to lose another person. Not again.

He's grown to see his love for others as a trap, a ploy, a misfortune. It was like a prophecy for someone's death.

But you, you were different from the rest.

You were strong. Strong enough to protect yourself, strong enough to stand your ground. In fact, you could probably even protect the gravity manipulator Chuuya Nakahara himself.

It took a long time for him to be ready. Ready to open himself up for you. But you let him take his time. You let him think things through. And despite everything, you were there.

You both sprouted a relationship neither of you thought you could do before

And the sex wasn't just sex to you two, no, it could be a distraction, a vacation, an escape, a break, an apology, you name it.

Sex would be a big part of you guys' relationship

I like to think that Chuuya is a lot hornier than he says he is, and also a lot more submissive

Learning that he was a sub was surprising for you, especially because of, well, everything about him

But that was cool for you, as you were vers, and you had to admit you loved the way he screamed and cried under you.

The look in his eyes, the blush in his cheeks, the spit dripping from the corners of his mouth, even the small wounds he had gotten from biting his lips so hard to keep in a moan was adorable

Fucking in his penthouse was great because he had red lighting in almost every room, giving it a sexy, moody vibe.

It also reminded him of his place. He may be rich, he may be a mafia executive, and he may have a couple dozen people under his command, but no matter where or what he is, he will always be a pathetic little whore for you.

You fuck him in his room to remind him his riches mean nothing. He means nothing. All he is is a slut, and he must be reminded of that.

I think he'd be best compatible with a quieter personality to counter his loud one, but I think that loud, brash personality is most present around Dazai. Though he can have a little bit of a temper from time to time, even around you

He needs someone who doesn't care about status or ranks, Port mafia executive or not, you'll fuck him like there's no tomorrow and once you're done he'll be clinging to you like a lost little dog.

Ranpo

Brat. Brat Brat Brat. NOTHING about this boy is topping.

I mean, I do see him as a switch, but in this case, he's the brattiest brat to ever brat.

Will require you give him sweets and cold drinks whenever he asks, will make you drive him places, teach him things and even fuck him when he's too lazy to do the fucking.

He'll be obnoxious all day and then look at you like he's done nothing wrong his whole life. Spoiled little shit.

He's exactly the type of sub you would fuck into submission until you hear a sorry or any sort of appropriate apology.

He likes to be fucked lying down, sometimes sitting and leaning against something, but sometimes you'll force him to sit on you and ride you up and down even though you know he hates it. You'll never hear the end of it from him, though.

He likes to be fucked while eating, too. You'll fuck him from behind with a hand out and spoonfeeding him cake, and the rapid shaking of your bodies and the table he's up against will leave traces of cake all over his chin and cheeks. He doesn't know if he wants cake or if he wants you to eat his cake. Either way, he wants and needs you bad.

I think he'd be best fit with a top who would usually just give in to all his demands and would be patient with his bratty personality, but knows when it's been taken too far. You'd be calm and gentle with him, but come nighttime, you're a beast in bed, making sure he makes up for everything he did in the office that day.

He's not the type to apologize I don't think, he'd definitely beg if it's gotten too much for him but an apology? That's asking too much. Just take the moans and cries and leave.

However, right afterwards he'd go back to his usual bratty self no matter how bad the punishment was. In couldn't have been that harsh anyway, as you could never say no to Ranpo's cute face.

Akutagawa

When I say this man is a Virgin I mean he's a VIRGIN VIRGIN.

As in as virgin as the virgin mother mary

He hadn't even had time for sex before you came along.

You taught him everything, even things about his own body that he didn't even know. Like how he doesn't like the feeling of frotting because he doesn't like how another man's dick is on his own. Or how he likes when you pump his cock slowly, especially since he's so new to the game that he couldn't handle more even if he tried. Poor boy😔

He finds it odd, the feeling of being pampered. Being provided with food everyday, a warm place to live, constant affection, he didn't know what to do with it. It was as if he was an alien studying earth and experiencing the most mundane things for the first time.

And the weirdest thing about it was, he liked it. He liked the feeling of being taken care of, being provided for and pampered, and it was odd. He wasn't sure if he even deserved such wonderful feelings.

When it comes to sex, you better believe this man's got some weird shame thing related to sex

He sees it as a filthy task that he, unfortunately, likes to partake in.

He's ashamed even bringing it up, let alone asking for it.

But once you get the memo you take action and calmly and gently take care of him

Akutagawa's been used to violence, been used to screams of pain and agony, but this? It's soft. It's sweet. It's tender. He's not used to it but part of him wants to be. He's never been so happy in his life.

He's not the type to whine and whimper so much like Atsushi, instead he'll let out a low grunt here and there and maybe throw in a moan somewhere too.

He's into the wildest things, most of which involving your ability with his. It's probably some weird psychological thing where he's associated his ability strength = worth thing to the bedroom which......isn't healthy.

But once you're done his sickly little body is spent, his already damaged lungs trying desperately to keep moving. You hold him over your shoulder, as being carried bridal style would mess with his pride. Arm wrapped around your shoulder and tugging at you inner arm, he leans into you the way he's never done for anyone before.

He feels odd now, as if he's just discovered something new. Learning and even participating in sex has left him with many questions, that hopefully you could answer.

Rise of the Guardians boyfriend scenarios.

Master list

When they hear you sing.

-Jack Frost-

You were board so you decided to listen to some music outside in your backyard. As you were dancing around outside in your backyard, one of your favorite songs came on on the radio, You slowly started to sing along.

Ohh, I do I do I do I Dooo! Hey!

Ohh, I do I do I do I Dooo!

Boy, you got me helpless!

Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit I'm

Helpless!

Down for the count, and I'm drown

in' in 'emI have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight

We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night

Laugh

in' in 'em

in' at my sister as she's dazzling the room

Then you walked in and my heart went

"Boom!"Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom

Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume

Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine

Grab my sister, and whisper

"Yo, this one's mine." (Oooh)

My sister made her way across the room to you (Oooh)

And I got nervous, thinking

"What's she gonna do?" (Oooh)

She grabs you by the arm, I'm thinkin'

"I'm through" (Oooh)

Then you look back at me and suddenly I'mHelpless!

Look into your eyes (Oh, look at those eyes)

And the sky's the limit (Oh!)

I'm helpless (I know)

Down for the count

And I'm drown

in' in 'em

I'm helpless! (I'm so into you)

Look into your eyes (I am so)

And the sky's the limit (into you)

I'm helpless! (I know)

I'm down for the count

And I'm drown

Where are you taking me?

I'm about to change your life

Then by all means, lead the way

Elizabeth Schuyler. It's a pleasure to meet you

Schuyler?

My sister

Thank you for all your service

If it takes fighting a war for us to meet

It will have been worth it

I'll leave you to it

One week later

I'm writ

in' a letter nightly

Now my life gets better

Every letter that you write me

Laughin' at my sister, 'cause she wants to form a harem

I'm just sayin', if you really loved me

You would share him

Ha! Two weeks later

In the living room stressin'

My father's stone

faced

While you're asking for his bless

in'

I'm dying inside, as you wine and dine

And I'm try

in' in 'em

in' not to cry

'Cause there's nothing that your mind can't do (Oooh)

My father makes his way across the room to you (Oooh)

I panic for a second, thinking

"We're through" (Oooh)

But then he shakes your hand and says

"Be true" (Oooh)

And you turn back to me, smiling, and I'mHelpless!

Look into your eyes

And the sky's the limit, I'm

Helpless!

Down for the count (Woo)

And I'm drown

I'm helpless!

He's mine, that boy is mine!

Look into your eyes

And the sky's the limit, I'm

Helpless! Helpless!

Down for the count, and I'm drown

in' in 'emEliza, I don't have a dollar to my name

An acre of land, a troop to command

A dollop of fame

All I have's my honor, a tolerance for pain

A couple of college credits and my top-notch brain

Insane, your family brings out a different side of me

Peggy confides in me, Angelica tried to take a bite of me

No stress, my love for you is never in doubt

We'll get a little place in Harlem and we'll figure it out

I've been liv

in' without a family since I was a child

My father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild

But I'll never forget my mother's face, that was real

And long as I'm alive, Eliza, swear to God, you'll never feel soI do I do I do I do!

Eliza (Helpless!)

I do I do I do I do!

I've never felt so-

Helpless! (Hey! Yeah, yeah!)

Down for the count and

I'm drown

in' in 'em (Down for the count I'm)My life is gon' be fine cuz Eliza's in it

I look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit I'm (Helpless!)

Down for the count

And I'm drown

As you finish singing and dancing around. You didn't expect to feel two hands covering your eyes. 

in' in 'emIn New York, you can be a new man

In New York, you can be a new man

In New York, you can be a new man

Helpless!

“That was beautiful, why didn't you tell me that you can sing like that snowflake”

“Thank you, and can you please take your hands off my face ”

He chuckled and took his hands off your face which were covering your eyes. The rest of the day was with you and Jack dancing around the backyard together. Him also twirling you around as you guys danced together a couple times, as the radio played.

-Bunnymund-

You were with Bunnymund at North’s workshop, helping to get everything ready for christmas. You decided, since you were done working, that you were going to wander around the workshop, surprisingly eventually you got lost. Eventually you came across a big door with a music note on it. You opened it and it was a music room. You saw a big piano sitting in the center of the room, no one was there so you decided that you were going to play it. Your mother taught you how to play piano when you were younger before she passed away from a car crash. You took a deep breath as you sat down in front of the piano, soon you started to play a song that you really like, suddenly you started seeing the lyrics of the song.

Dark as midnight

Six pack Coors Light

You don't look the same

Past my bedtime

Blue and red lights

Come take you away

Hate to see you like a monster So I run and hide

Hate to ask but what's it like to leave me behind

I won't be, no I won't be like you

Fighting back, I'm fighting back the truth

Eyes like yours can't look away

But you can't stop DNA

No, you can't stop DNA

Twice a year, you come in crashing

Nice to see you too

Johnny Cash and backseat laughing

Always ends too soon

Hate to say hello 'cause I know that it means goodbye

Hate to ask but what's it like to leave me behind

I won't be, no I won't be like you

Fighting back, I'm fighting back the truth

Eyes like yours can't look away

But you can't stop DNA

No, you can't stop DNA

Are the pieces of you

In the pieces of me?

I'm just so scared

You're who I'll be

When I erupt

Just like you do

They look at me

Like I look at you

As you finish singing and playing the piano you didn't expect to hear clapping. You saw a bunch of Yetis, and Bunnymund, North, Jack, and Tooth as well as all the little elves, which came running into the room towards you. The elves hit the legs of your chair which instantly, you fell out of the chair that you were sitting in. You blush as you looked at Bunnymund. 

I won't be, no I won't be like you

Fighting back, I'm fighting back the truth

Eyes like yours can't look away

But you can't stop DNA

No, you can't stop DNA

“That was amazing (Y/N), why didn't you tell me you could sing like that,” asked Bunny.

You blushed even more as your cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

“I-I-I'm not really sure. I just grew up singing a lot when I was little,” you said as you tried to stay calm.

“I think you should sing more often like that,” said Jack as he winked at you.

You just roll your eyes as you looked at him.

“You are going to regret, flirting with my girlfriend, frost boy!!!.”

“Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it kangaroo.”

As you watched Bunnymund chase Jack around, you couldn't help it but laugh, as well North couldn't help it, but laugh along with you so, you both decided to just sit down and watch them.

-Sandman-

You were cleaning your room, while you were listening to music through your wireless earbuds. suddenly heard your favorite song pop up on spotify, you started singing along.

Turn your face towards the sun

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don't look back, just carry on

And the shadows will never find you

Turn your face towards the sun

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don't look back, just carry on

And the shadows will never find you

Lost in the rock and roll

Got lost in a promise of a love I never know

Shadows chase me far from home

I remember when my heart was filled with gold

And you know I've been burned

I've been burned I've been burned

You've seen me lose control

It's not worth it's not worth it's not worth

My soul

Turn your face towards the sun

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don't look back, just carry on

And the shadows will never find you

Turn your face towards the sun

Lost my faith and trust

You and I know gold don't turn to rust

I still swear that we can reign

Like the kings and queens of better yesterdays

Don't you know I've been burned

I've been burned I've been burned

You've seen me lose control

It's not worth it's not worth it's not worth

My soul 

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don't look back, just carry on

And the shadows will never find you

Where you gonna go where you gonna go where you gonna run to

When you get to the edge of the night

Its time you face the sky

Turn your face towards the sun

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don't look back, just carry on

And the shadows will never find you

Turn your face towards the sun

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don't look back, just carry on

And the shadows will never find you

As you were done singing you didn't realize that Sandy was sitting on your bed until you turned around and jumped in Surprise. 

Turn your face towards the sun

Let the shadows fall behind you

“Goodness gracious you scared me,” you said with a chuckle.

Suddenly Sandy's started making signs on top of his head saying, you were amazing at singing. You think him, and hugged him, for the rest of the day you just coddled in your room.

-(Young) North-

You were baking some cookies at Norris Workshop. As you took the (F/T/C: favorite type of cookie) out of the oven. As you did, it made you think of the song your mother used to sing to you. Slowly you started to sing the song as you took the cookies off the tray, as you try to not burn your hands, as you use a spatula to take them off the cookie baking pan. 

In her waters, deep and true

Where the North wind meets the sea

There's a river full of memory

Sleep, my darling, safe and sound

For in this river, all is found

As you finish taking the cookies off the tray. You started to make some icing for the next batch of cookies. You didn't realize that your knight in shining armor was behind you sitting in a chair. 

Lie the answers and a path for you

Dive down deep into her sound

But not too far or you'll be drowned

Yes, she will sing to those who'll hear

And in her song, all magic flows

But can you brave what you most fear?

Can you face what the river knows?

As you finished singing you heard chuckling, you turn around to see North they're singing the chair near one of the tables. 

Where the North wind meets the sea

There's a mother full of memory

Come, my darling, homeward bound

When all is lost, then all is found

“That was beautiful  маленькая роза, I wish you would sing to me more often”

You just nodded, as you turned back around to work on the icing your cheeks turned into a rosie red. For the rest of the day, you worked on baking as well you wouldn't stop blushing.

“Ain’t nothin’ but a nasty dog…”

Gallagher x reader headcanons <3

Notes: when i made that gallagher thirst post i was not kidding; i need him desperatley. I'm trying a different format this time round to see how i feel so maybe i’ll switch my style up a bit. please go into this believing mans is 40 years of age minimum. also i made the divider for this!! it’ll be up for free use w credit on @lovebugdrabblesinspo in a bit!! anyway on to gallagher teehee. content under the cut :)

now playing |◁ II ▷| ‘nasty dawg’ by sir mix-a-lot

warnings: n$fw, I got a little carried away, specified fem reader (I'm so sorry I've literally never done that), rough sex, degradation (very brief), 1k words, i chat a little bit, biting, mention of blood (once), exhibition (kinda), this is self-indulgent, beta read

Gallagher is a dirty, dirty man. He will absolutely get off on being called any sort of authoritative name. Call him 'Mister Gallagher’ in the act and he’s giddy. Call him ‘sir’ he’ll treat you so well.

Additionally… call him ‘puppy’. He thinks it’s to die for.

He’ll do anything you ask of him when you call him puppy. It could be the most mundane thing as asking him to grab a mug out of a cabinet but as soon as he hears ‘hey, puppy…’ he’s jumping to it like a trained hound.

He’s especially willing to leap if you use ‘puppy’ in the bedroom. He could have been teasing you for hours and promised that he wouldn't stop till he’s satisfied, but if you use that oh-so-sweet nickname for him with teary eyes and plead with a breathy voice: he crumbles. He’s at your whim in a second. He’s lapping you up like a starved man.

He’ll call you baby, doll, sweetheart, or honey in exchange. The classics truly. He really is an old man… i'm kidding He’s also a princess and pretty girl kinda guy, but that would mostly be used when he’s praising or being sappy/sweet.

He’ll also use the occasional ‘good girl’ but he will make you work for it. Absolutely has you hanging by a thread before he uses it.

Says ‘Atta-girl’ when you take him so well be it below or down your throat. hehehehe

Gallagher’s actually not that into degrading names. I think the worst he’ll do is ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ but always with a ‘for him’ attached to them. I do think he’ll use those ALOT though. He’s a lil possessive. Sue him.

He will let you do your own things, though. he just wants you to come home at the end of the night and he gets very miffed if you don't, and more than a bit worried. He’ll also get so pissed if anyone is a little too cozy with you. He really is your guard dog.

RUFF as in ROUGH. He manhandles like nobody’s business. He holds you where he wants like a vice, bends you at all angles, and flips you into different positions. He’ll pull your hair so harshly too. He’ll pull your face exactly where he wants it. To his lips, to his chest, to his groin... He’s very fond of holding your head back to lap at your neck.

Fucking in the bar is not off limits if it’s empty, particularly bending you over the bar– backwards or forwards— but always grabbing onto you like his life depends on it. He’s also not above car sex and he is not opposed to road head.

He does prefer the privacy of his room, or lodgings though. Mostly just so he can hear the noises you make, so you can moan his name as loud as you want, and so he can hear you beg for him so desperately.

His favorite position is probably doggy if he had to choose, but just let him hit from behind and he’s in heaven. He also may or may not be partial to reverse cowgirl. He just loves seeing ass.

Can and WILL go for hours. It doesn't matter the position, the activity, or even if he’s just doing foreplay; Block off your schedule.

There is no way you won't be at least a little sore every time, no matter where or when, and he relishes in the fact. He's so mean.

He’s also a fucking TEASE. He’ll walk around shared spaces with his shirt unbuttoned and his jeans pulled low to show his happy trail and v-lines. He’ll tell you good morning right in your ear, in his freshly awake voice and will get up to make his morning coffee like nothing happened. Side note I need to see and hear all of this rn

THIS BITCH BITES. He’ll leave marks that last for-fucking-ever and are so hard to cover up. He absolutely loves to do it. He sees it as marking you as his. He’ll draw blood if you permit him to do as he pleases. Even if not actively having sex or making out, he’ll bite and nibble on you just for the hell of it. He just likes to do it. It’s literal lovebites.

As I said, he’s an ass guy, through and through. Don't buy jeans with any designs on the pockets you want to show. Nobody will see it. His hand will not leave your ass. He would be lying if he said grabbing ass wasn't a highlight of his day.

He would doubly be a liar if he said he didn't get down with spanking. Playfully, or in a sexual manner. He’s just all in on touchin' ass.

Don't let his status as a permanent card-carrying member of the ass-man society fool you; This man would be so into titty fucking. He'll ask you so politely to let him fuck them but he will do so with a sick look in his eyes when you oblige.

He’ll also very willingly involve himself in some thigh fucking too. The feeling of your slick dripping down your thighs and onto him as he goes at it drives him fucking crazy. He particularly enjoys this when he knows you're too overstimmed but he still wants to keep going.

Lovessss to let you ride his thigh for a similar reason, but he’s such an asshole about it. Always says you're being so needy, or so pathetic for him, as the damp spot on his pant leg gets bigger, but his pants strain with similar wanton pooling at his tip; So really who’s more needy here? Hypocrite

No matter what, he’s so good about aftercare. He's diligent about running a bath for you and helping you wash up if you let him. He’ll wash your hair as you soak in the hot water and massage your scalp after he’s pulled your hair all night.

When you get out, he’ll massage where he knows he gripped the hardest and he won't stop till his hands are cramping if you want him to. He’ll be so careful to not disturb the bruises he’s made too.

He does feel bad when he leaves bruises on you but also they get him going whenever he sees them again so he’s 50/50 on it.

Gallagher’s the type to wanna cuddle after sex and after aftercare. Truly he’s just a big lapdog for those he loves and trusts…

End notes: i need him so badly you guys don't understand. I am a little surprised gallagher ended up being the first hsr character i posted abt in this context but also wriothesley was first up on the acc despite being a die hard itto main but nobody knows where they might end up or whatever they said on greys. also thank you so much for the read if you made it this far !!

Hello dear🌹

hope that you are well

Please help us,May God bless you 🙏

I'm Etaf from Gaza Palestine

I am a mother of five smart children.

speaking to you with a heavy heart on behalf of my family who urgently need help.

The war has destroyed everything we own.

It destroyed everything my husband and I built for these children.

Now we don't have anything, We do not have the price of rent, or education. We want you to contribute to open a project for my husband, please.

read and Share the link Private in my campaign

,My campaign has been verifiedBy Operation Olive Branch . 🌿

donate, not hesitate to do so and rest assured that God will reward you because we are in dire need of that. And share the link on social media that would be kind of you. May Allah make you happy all your life dear Thank you. 🙏

i hope you and your kiddos get out okay <3

I JUST WROTE A 2487 WORDS STAR WARS X READER FANFICTION DRABBLE

ITS 3:44 IN THE MORNING HELP

I BULLSHITED HALF OF IT SO IF I RETOUCH IT AND PROOF READ IT IT'LL BE MORE WORDS OMG WHEN DID IT COME TO THIS

ITS FOUR PAGES AAAAAAA

Ale and Dares ~ Floki x reader

gif not mine

Word count: 2,047

Warnings: mentions of sex, nudity, gets pretty steamy

Summary: After a few cups of ale Ragnar dares his childhood friend to do make one of his friends moan.

A/N: Early seasons!Floki x reader; This is a lot steamier than what I usually write so I’m not quite sure how good it turned out. I’d love to hear your feedback!

Growing up beside Ragnar and Rollo was adventurous and full of reckless and stupid decisions, but going through all those dangers together made us grow and stick together. Even now years after our childhood we were still close friends. I couldn’t remember a time I didn’t spend my free hours with them and Floki, Torstein and all the others of their new found crew. Not once did I feel singled out for being the only woman in our group of friends. They were like brothers to me. Well, mostly.

Today was just another evening of us sitting together around the fire in the great hall, drinking, laughing and telling stories of the gods and past raids to England that I hadn’t attended. A few hours of stories and a few jugs of ale later, both Ragnar and Rollo had enough to drink for their share. Ragnar more so than his older brother.

Suddenly Ragnar turned to me and asked out of the blue: “So, is it true that you never had sex before?” This made everyone shut up and look at him shocked in an instant. “Ragnar”, Rollo chided his brother, but he was completely ignored by the young Earl. My reddening face must’ve been answer enough for him.

Turning to his older sibling Ragnar laughed and said: “I bet she’s too scared to.” Then his eyes lit up at a sudden idea he had. “Or, or maybe she doesn’t know how to.” This thought made him howl with laughter. The others all chuckled slightly embarrassed for our friend’s behaviour.

Although I knew Ragnar didn’t mean those words and that he only said them because he was drunk out of his mind, they stung. And I knew better, I knew that I should just ignore him and his words. But as a result of the rather large amount of alcohol in my system I just couldn’t shut up. “No, I’m not and I do know how it works. I’m not a child anymore.”

Ragnar smiled at the fact that I quipped up and I had the feeling that I played right into his hands, that I did exactly what he had hopped for. The uncertainty of what was to come made me queasy and I already regretted having spoken up.

The crackling of the fire filled the short silence as everyone eyed Ragnar. Suspension filled the air, as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and turned to look straight into my eyes. His piercing blued orbs held my gaze prisoner and without even noticing, I held my breath.

A somewhat cruel smirk made it’s way onto his face. “Well, then I dare you to make one of us moan”, he challenged me. I could hear the shocked intakes of air in the dead silence that followed that statement.

Rollo carefully laid his hand on my shoulder as he emphasized: “You don’t have to do this. Just ignore him. My brother has had to much to drink.”

Without breaking eye contact with Ragnar I forcefully set down my wooden cup of ale and answered Ragnar: “Oh, I will!”

I was way too competitive to say no to a dare and the brothers both knew that.

Without hesitation or contemplation I stood up and walked straight over to Floki, who was sitting on a wooden stool next to the fire pit, a cup in his hands. I could feel everyone’s eyes follow me. I took Floki’s cup, setting it aside, and gathering my skirt I sat my self down on his lap, so I was facing him. The surprise was evident on his face. His hands were hovering in the air, unsure of the situation, unsure of whether it was fine to touch me.

Internally rolling my eyes, I took his hands and guided them to my waist. I knew all to well he usually wasn’t this nervous when it came to physical contact with women. I had seen it with my own two eyes. This should be no different to him.

Taking his face into my hands, I started kissing him roughly. At first he didn’t react but only a few seconds later he started to kiss back. Floki’s hands started to travel up and down my sides as I started to move my hips in circles. The boat builder was completely lost in the kiss.

I could feel his erection through the multiple layers of clothes separating us, which made me smile into our kiss. Slowly I dropped one of my hands from his face trailing it down his chest. His breathing quickened in expectation. Then I palmed his hard on through his trousers. A throaty moan escaped his lips immediately.

Breaking of the kiss, I stood up, looking at Ragnar with a smirk. “See, don’t underestimate me.” All of the men laughed out loud except for our Earl. I could even hear Floki’s breathless giggles in the mix.

The rest of the evening went by as usual without any other unusual occurrences. Our little group continued drinking and laughing at old stories.

A few hours later, the rest of Kattegat had already long gone to sleep. “I think I should go home”, I murmured tiredly. Standing up wasn’t as easy as I remembered it to be and I swayed and staggered as  I did so. Slowly making my way around the group I kissed each of them goodbye one the cheek. That’s how drunk I was.

Floki stood up next to me, gently grabbing my arm as I started to sway dangerously again. “I think I’ll go as well. Someone has to make sure she gets home”, he assured Rollo and Ragnar.

We walked home in silence both caught up in our own thoughts. It was a beautiful and quiet night. The stars littering the sky glittering like precious stones. The long walk to my house and the cold air on my cheeks had sobered me up considerably.

Having reached my home, we stood awkwardly in front of it. Neither one of us knowing what to say. After a few seconds of silence, Floki turned to walk away. Gathering all of my courage in my only slightly drunken state, I nervously stammered. “Don’t...”, he stopped in his steps and I took a deep unsure breath, “Don’t you want to come in for a little bit?”  Turning back around to face me, Floki’s expression softened as he saw my hopeful eyes. “Sure.”

He followed me inside, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure of where to go and what to do. After closing the simple, wooden door behind us, I dropped the furs that had protected me from the cold onto a wooden bench.

Then I walked right past him to the curtain which was separating my bed from the rest of the house. I was nervous, but I knew I wanted to do this, especially after what had happened earlier that evening. My back was facing the handsome man standing still beside my fire place. I was very aware of his eyes observing every single one of my moves.

The air was filled with suspense.

Slowly I undid the lacing in the back of my dress. Floki’s breath noticeably hitched, like he was surprised and hadn’t expected this. The fabric of my dark dress gradually slid from my shoulders exposing inch after inch of bare skin. The stark contrast between the paleness of my complexion and the black lines covering one of my shoulders and leading down my side was only further illuminated by the flickering light of the fire. Tattoos that no one, but me, had ever seen before.

The coolness of the air made the hairs on my back stand up. I felt vulnerable standing here like this in front of Floki, but there was no one I would rather do this with than him, I was sure of that. There was no one else for me.

When my dress hit the floor exposing me completely, the boat builder didn’t move. Looking over my shoulder at him I saw how conflicted he felt in his dark eyes. Torn between what his head told him to do (decline and leave) and what every other inch of his body wanted (to join me). The smouldering look I gave him as I softly whispered, “Come.”, persuaded him in an instant.

Floki removed his axe from his belt, setting both it and the belt aside, before he slowly and cautiously walked over to where I was standing. He stopped right behind me, my back still facing him. Carefully he let his hands glide over my soft skin. His hands were warm and rough from all the hard work building ships for Ragnar.

Floki lovingly peppered kisses all over my shoulder blades. I had never seen him this gentle before. One of his hands left its place on my waist and gently turned my face towards him. Floki’s eyes were warm and filled with tenderness.

At the close proximity that our faces were apart from each other I could admire his kohl rimmed eyes that I had fallen in love with over the years from close up. The black was slightly smudged from the long day he had.

Our lips were only mere centimetres apart and it felt like centuries went by before he finally closed the distance between us, kissing me over my shoulder. My eyelids fluttered shut as soon as his soft lips connected with mine. I had been craving to feel this sensation again since I had completed the dare earlier.

The kiss started out gentle and full of tenderness but soon grew more passionate and rough.

Without breaking our kiss Floki turned me towards him, his hands roughly grabbing onto my waist. I didn’t mind the pain of his grip and actually welcomed it. My hands traveled up is torso until one of them settled in the back of his neck, pulling him even closer to me. The other one was caressing his cheek. I loved the way his beard felt under my smooth and soft fingers.

Floki slowly pushed me backwards, only breaking our kiss to rid himself of his shirt, then quickly reconnecting in our rough kiss. After guiding me down onto the bed, Floki stayed where he was, hovering over me with his body. His eyes were traveling over my exposed skin, acknowledging every curve and dip.

Then his eyes found their way back to mine. “Is it true that you have never been with a man before?”, he inquired softly. His words made me blush and look away shyly. I wasn’t used to being nervous and timid around him. On the other hand I wasn’t used to this situation in anyway. “Y...yes.” This made him smile comfortingly. “Oh don’t be scared, I’ll be gentle”, and with those words he started kissing me passionately again.

The two of us were lying next to each other on my bed, furs pulled up to our waists, looking up at the wooden ceiling. Floki was still panting slightly, one of his hands resting behind his head. After a few seconds of content silence he spoke up. “I knew, you knew how to do it.” His statement made me giggle which in turn made him produce those distinct Floki giggles that I loved to hear.

Succeeding another few moments of lying side by side in silence, Floki turned to lie on his side, making it easier for him to observe me. Now in turn he was nervous, which was uncharacteristic for him, as he took a deep breath. “Did... did you only pick me to have sex with because I was there or...”, he trailed off, after muttering those words.

I turned onto my side as well and took his face into my hands, making him gaze into my eyes. The fear was visible in his eyes. “Oh Floki”, I sighed lovingly, “I love you. I always have.” Those few words falling from my lips made him smile wider than I have ever seen him smile. Then he gave me a quick peck on the lips before pulling me close so I could snuggle up to him. -

That night we feel asleep in each others arms with smiles on our faces.

Still Standing ~ Tincke x reader

Picture not mine

Word count: 2,147

Warnings: mentions of violence

Summary: Reader wants to join Jan and Tincke on an ambush but they don’t allow it.

A/N: I saw Thieves of the Wood earlier this year and just immediately fell in love with it, with the characters, the setting, everything.

“Come on, Tincke. Please, let me join you!”, I begged desperately. “I’m sorry (Y/n), you’re staying here, at camp”, said the red haired man in front of me with insistence in his voice. “Why can’t I come? You never let me join you.” 

For the last few days Jan and Tincke had been planning an ambush on a carriage full of valuables and today was the day that they were going to implement that plan. Many of the men from the camp were going and I wanted to be part of it as well.

“You’re a woman. It’s too dangerous!”, Tincke answered me. This answer made my blood boil. “De Schoen is also a woman and you have no problem with her coming along! And just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself!”, I yelled at him angrily. 

My hands turned to fists around the worn fabric of my old skirts, preventing me from striking him in anger. Having lived with the others, banished in this forest camp for multiple months now I had gotten used to audacious remarks like his, but never before had I heard any from him. 

Tincke had always shown respect towards me. Furthermore he was the one who taught me how to protect myself both with daggers and the pistol, so he knew that I could actually protect myself - although I was a woman and women weren’t suited to know  their way around weapons as was decided by men, probably just because they were scared what we could do if we did actually know our way around swords and daggers.

“She knows the risks”, was his calm but infuriating reply. Although he seemed to keep a level head I could see it in his eyes that I was slowly getting to him. Tincke knew raising his voice and causing a scene might cost him his reputation of a mostly dependable leader and the respect of the others. 

“I know the risks too, I know I could die in this attack, see I’m not as naive as you think I am!” Tincke mumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like ‘oh, I know you’re not naive at all’, but I decided to ignore him in order to continue my rant, “So why can’t I actually come along? All I ever do is sit here in this camp and wait for you to return. I want to help. Please!” 

“No! You will not accompany us. You will stay here. End of discussion!”, and with those words he walked off towards Jan, leaving me standing in front of ‘Der Hunger’, seething in anger. 

I was going to join them on the ambush no matter what Tincke said. Whether he allowed it or not, I was going to be part of the action. At that very moment I didn’t care about any repercussions in any which way.

Already having a plan in mind, I stomped off into the direction of the tent I was staying in, but before I reached it I took a turn, doing a small detour around the camp, towards the hut in which I knew I could find an extra set of somewhat clean men’s clothing - a rarity in a place like this. 

Trying to seem unsuspicious I stopped to chat with some people here and there. Taking one last look over my shoulder, I quietly slipped into the hut pulling the makeshift canvas doors shut behind me. Inside I quickly found a bundle of dry clothing, stored alongside a few other trivial items in a simple oak trunk. 

Having in mind that Tincke, Jan and the others would depart very soon I swiftly shed my garments and rolled them into a more or less neat bundle, putting it in that very same trunk. Then without losing any time I slipped into the new clothes - first the dark brown, worn out pants, then a slightly cream coloured, wide and flowy shirt. Last but not least I pulled an old, tattered, dark wool coat over my shoulders.

The final touches were a dark blue scarf that I tied around my neck and an old hat that I had nicked from a man napping on a log next to the big, open, central fire pit. The fire pit was the centre of our community. 

So many drunk nights with friends had been spent here, so many nights had been spent here celebrating, so many of  Vagenende’s prophecies had been told here. 

The warmth of the fire and the ale gave us courage and hope in our dire situation.

Before I left I made sure the pistol in my belt was loaded.

As I stepped out of the tent I pulled  the scarf over the bottom half of my face, hoping no one would recognize me.

The cluster of men had already started to break apart when I reached the place where they had gathered in front of our small, little tavern. Keeping to the back of the group and out of the sight of Tincke, Jan and anyone else I knew too closely for them to recognize me, I followed them towards the main road through this part of the forest.

My head was spinning with thoughts and feelings. I was starting to regret my rash decision. My heart was beating with nervosity and fear. Tincke’s words reverberated in my mind. Maybe I should turn back. What if he was right? What if I was naive and helpless? What if I had no idea how much trouble I was getting into? 

But coming back from my trance I saw the somber faces of the men around me. I couldn’t run  back to the camp and hide. It was too late to do so, I was one of them now and I was not going to bail on them. They needed every help they could get. So I shook my thoughts away and swallowed my fears. I was ready for whatever came our way. I would gladly lay down my life for this group of men, these men who had saved me from starvation and hypothermia, if necessary.

We were concealed through some bushes and the verge along the dirt road, waiting for the signal. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, crouching behind some shrubs and greenery, my ears finally picked up on the faint sound of horses hooves in the distance. 

Looking around I saw that I wasn’t the only one who noticed, most of the banished tightening their grip on their pistols or daggers hanging from their belts. The sound grew louder and louder and soon enough we could see the top of the carriage move through the trees, the roof packed with trunks. 

Now my heart started racing again, but this time not out of fear but out of anticipation. Adrenaline rushing through my veins. I couldn’t wait  for all this to go down. 

Suddenly the coach rolled to a stop. My breathing hitched in excitement. The door was pushed open and a red haired girl stumbled out and fell to the ground. I recognized her, she was one of the working girls at ‘The Yellow Prick’, Tincke’s ‘favourite one’ as I once overheard him say.

A pang of  jealousy and hurt filled my heart, remembering the times I had gone looking for the red haired leader at the brothel and having found him and her sharing an intimate moment. 

But enough of that! I pushed my feelings aside and observed the events in front of me.

A man in uniform and a little boy, who I also recognized, had followed her out of the carriage. From my vantage point I could see two more men inside the vehicle, both dressed in elegant, noble garments and wearing wigs. All of them were accompanied by at least two or three guards. 

But just as the Bailiff bent down to check on the girl, she sprung up and started running into the woods. This was not at all what I had expected to happen, but obviously this was the sign we had been waiting for, for the other men around me charged, shouting with arms raised. I sprang to my feet and slid down the slope.

 The ambush was in full swing and so far there were no injured. I tried to help where I could. Some of the men had started pulling the wooden and leather trunks from the roof of the coach, some were busy unarming the passengers and the few guards that accompanied the travellers. The Bailiff must’ve fled at some point for he was nowhere to be seen. What a coward! 

I was currently busy helping two men lift one of the trunks, when I heard a faint but suspicious ‘clink’. Looking around I spied another guard that had gone unseen, standing in the shadow of a tree to the front of the coach. The man in blue and red uniform had just returned his ramrod  from the barrel when he raised his musket, ready to fire. 

Time seemed to slow as I turned around to see who was in his line of fire - Tincke. 

He was standing with his back facing the guard talking to one of the other men, not noticing the weapon pointed at him. It seemed like no one except for me had noticed the opponent.

For a second everything froze. My heart jumped in fear.

No, I couldn’t let him die. Tincke wasn’t supposed to die, these people needed him. I needed him, I realized. 

Without thinking any further I dropped the handles of the trunk I was holding and started sprinting with all my might. I couldn’t be too slow. I couldn’t fail. I would never forgive myself if I did.

I would risk my life for him. I would give everything for him. If he died it would most likely be the end of the banished. If I died it would only be one hungry mouth less.

I was expecting the impact and welcomed it happily. I felt the soft fur on my hands and his red locks tickling my neck as I shoved him.

The suddenness and force of the impact surprised him and toppled him off of his feet causing him to end up on the floor a few paces away from me. I slid to a stop where he was standing before. Then time seemed to restore to its former pace and everything went so fast I couldn’t quite comprehend it.

BANG!

 - the loud shot of a gun in the now otherwise silent forest, even the birds seemed to stop singing their tunes and all eyes were on me.

The uniformed man standing across from me crumpled down to the floor, a huge patch of red blood spreading over the spot where his heart was. 

Without even noticing, I had pulled and fired my pistol just in time to prevent him at his own shot, for I still stood there arm raised, some smoke still coming out of the barrel.

I did it, I saved Tincke. A smile spread across my face.

Suddenly  I felt a sharp pain searing through my body then gathering in my abdomen, causing me to crumple up and immediately fall to my knees.

From somewhere behind me I heard a gasp but I couldn’t place who it might’ve been from.

Only half aware of my surroundings I looked down at myself  shocked and saw deep red spreading and staining my light linen shirt. I couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening. My brain seemed to be stuffed with cotton. 

I carefully lifted my empty hand to the red stain. Removing my hand again, surprise filled me at the blood on my fingers. 

Blood, my blood - I was dying, but this realization didn’t fill me with fear as I would’ve expected. A strange calm flooded through my body. As my body went limp and I slowly fell backwards only one thought crossed my mind, ‘I saved him.’

I didn’t hit the hard, cold, dirty forest floor but landed on something soft. Then Tincke’s face appeared above me. At the sight of him my lips turned upwards into a small smile. 

His face was distorted in terror and shock. His beautiful grey eyes were filled with fear and as he cupped my face in his rough hands tears started to roll down his cheeks. 

Tincke’s soft lips were moving as he tried to tell me something, but I couldn’t hear a word he said - everything had gone silent. And as my peripheral vision started to grow dark the only thought I could think of was how happy I was to have been able to see Tincke one last time, that his handsome face was the last thing I saw on this earth. 

Then everything went black.

Fandoms I'll write for

Asks/Request are open; I usually prefer Main/Side characters, but I'm open to do background ones too

Stargate SG-1/Atlantis

Carson Beckett: 1

Side Character: 1

Star Trek

Pavel Chekov: 1

Murdoch Mysteries

Midsomer Murders

Ben Jones: 1

Harry Potter

Neville Longbottom: 1 2

Marvel/X-Men

Vox Machina

Leverage

Ghostbusters

NCIS

Criminal Minds

LOTR/Hobbit

Peregrine "Pippin" Took: 1

Stranger Things

Writer's block moment:

I can't, for the life of me, figure out what to write for a Neville x reader I've been wanting to do. Requests/asks are open if anyone would like to send one for another fandom I have on my pinned post. Maybe it'll help my writer's block a bit.

please reblog for bigger sample size. have a nice day/night ^^

(if you don't like/read it, just ignore this)