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Safe in My Arms

Fandom: Supernatural

Ship: Adam Milligan x reader (gender neutral)

Words: 536

Warnings: none?? I mention a knife.

Summary: you comfort Adam after a nightmare

Authors note: I wrote this like 5 or 6 months ago and I found it again last night. I rewrote parts of it to make it longer and I fixed some mistakes.

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thank you thank you thank you i have been searching desperately for adam content since the last episode and there is hardly any-- but this is so sweet!!!

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Walking On Sunshine

Summary: Soulmate AU where whatever song your soulmate listens to plays in your head as well.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 3,459

A/N: Dean feels are at an all time high these days so here’s another one! let me know what y’all think

Supernatural Masterlist

Tolerating a song shouldn’t be this hard. But when it was the fiftieth time it was playing over the span of a week, you were near ready to lose your mind. 

It was something by Bob Seger, but you had refused to look up exactly which song it was. You didn’t have to. Your soulmate listened to it all the time. Ever since you knew what a soulmate was and what the songs in your head meant, you had been hearing rock tune after rock tune. Whether it was AC/DC or Warrant, Kansas or Styx, you knew more about rock music than you ever intended to. 

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Found my new favourite soulmate au--

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Dean Winchester X Reader - Boyfriend

Imagine insanely fluffy scenarios with boyfriend!Dean. 

Warnings: none! just fluff Word count:727 ERT: 3 mins A/N: I could make this a series with the other boys if any of y’all would want that! Feedback is much appreciated!

The least glamorous date idea you could think of would be a hunt - however, when you had to dress up for one, the way Dean looks at you from the Impala makes your breath hitch in your throat, and as a smile slowly graces his features, you want to scream on the inside. Heck, you are. 

 You loved the badass Dean full of jokes, who just wants to go on a good old-fashioned hunt. But the other side of Dean that you don’t see very often makes you feel like you’re living in a dream. How did you get so lucky?

The Dean who’s gaze would linger for a few seconds too long when stitching you up, or when you’re making breakfast, or even just researching for a case. You were his everything, and goddamn - it took him too long to realise it.

“Dean!” You yell, jumping onto your bed as you recover from a jumpscare given to you by a spider. A huge one, too. Like, the size of your hand huge.

“Y/N?” Dean stands in the doorway with his gun held up, ready to shoot at anything. His features soften and an amused half-smile appears when he sees you clutching a pillow to your chest.

“Don’t step on it!” You point to the floor and watch in slight amusement as his own smile drops and you can almost see his stomach drop through the floor.

“Not so funny now, is it?” You tease. “Shut up!”

He moves around the spider to grab an empty glass on your desk, and hesitantly begins to close in on it.  “My hero!” You say with slight sarcasm, even though you aren’t lying. He merely looks up at you with a raised eyebrow and in that moment, you know that you’re falling harder and faster for him.

You sing softly along to the radio as you stand on a chair to reach an ingredient out of the highest cupboard in the kitchen, stretching so high that you can feel your shirt rising higher. You think you heard the door open a minute or so ago, but your focus was on reaching the sugar, not on which Winchester just came back.

Your fingertips just brush the package, before you feel someone firmly place two hands on your hips, making your heart skip multiple beats, you’re sure. 

Looking down at Dean, you smile brightly as he lifts you down and swirls you around once. “Hey, sweetheart.”

You blush, feeling an intense giddy feeling rush through you as you rest your forehead against his.  “What’cha listening to?” Dean keeps one hand on your waist as he fiddles with the radio, finding a station playing classical music you’d hear in a ballroom. 

“I was listening to that!” You playfully whack his arm.  “I think… we’ve been too stressed lately,” he begins.

He takes your hand and leads you into the main space of the kitchen, holding your hand and waist.  “Dean, you know I can’t dance,” You say with an awkward sway of your hips, not quite knowing what you’re doing. With Dean’s warm hand on your hip, eyes staring at you as if you mean the world to him, you are positively a puddle of feelings. Giddy, lovestruck feelings. 

“Maybe… but I can,” He gently kisses your nose and guides you into a basic step. He holds you close, tightly gripping your waist as you follow his lead, so enveloped in your little bubble that you don’t even notice Sam standing in the doorway, arms folded across his chest and a soft smile finding his lips. 

You relax into Dean’s grip, dancing the night away.

                                                            *

Light found its way through the crack underneath your bedroom door. The weight of the duvet felt soft on top of you, your own cocoon of warmth and comfort with Dean’s strong arm wrapped around your waist in an attempt to pull you to him. 

You rolled over, slightly surprised to see Dean’s bright green eyes staring into yours.

“Hi, handsome,” You said. “Hi, honey.” He smiled a knee-weakening smile that made you glad you were lying down. You positively swooned into your pillow. He had absolutely no idea how in love you were. You rested your head on his chest and he adjusted his arm around your shoulder.

“Five more minutes,” You sighed happily.

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p u r e

[rhyatt-deauxtreve]

Overnights

@ly--canthrope I was only smart enough to work in 2 of the prompts 😅 Sorry to disappoint. But I hope its enjoyable!

Mentions scary situations, it's the walking dead yall!🧡💖🧡💖

The crisp night air was becoming too chilly while you sat in the gaurdtower, looking over the silent prison. Keeping watch during the overnight shift was rough for you. Rough because your body took the silence and lack of physical activity to scream at you for sleep. It was a constant fight for you to stay awake, but you opted for the detail because a certain someone asked you to keep watch with him. And Daryl was late tonight.

He did tell you he would be late, though. Explaining that some other people of the prison needed help fixing a van to gather supplies with. He was a popular guy around here. But without him to stare at- er, keep you company, your resolve to stay awake was fading fast. But again, it was quiet and cool...

Suddenly, you were in a grassy place. It was sunny and you were at your favorite spot for watching the kids in the park. You could feel the warm breeze and breathed a deep cleansing breath. Melanie, the little girl you babysat played on the plastic green slide, timidly and clumsily sliding down. It made you laugh. Little ones tumbled and played everywhere, making your heart happy. Then there were screams, then growling. Everyone was running everywhere in every direction and you lost sight of Melanie. You panicked and your heart felt like it was torn from your chest. And then....blood. You screamed in your mind to wake up, just wake up!!

You screamed and became aware that you were being shook awake. The first thing you could focus on were the blue eyes of the Archer.

"Hey, hey...I got ya, you're safe. Shh.." He said in a hushed tone. His hands gently held onto your shoulders. Tears were already streaming down your face and fear and guilt were still clinging to your heart.

"Please...hold onto me." You didn't care if you sounded pathetic, you were genuinely certain you would fall apart.

"I wont let ya go. Hey, c'mere." He pulled you into a tight hug where you spent the better part of ten minutes crying it out. Daryl simply held you letting you purge out your feelings. After you had quieted, you realized you were practically in his lap. You straightened up and went back to you seat near the lookout window. Daryl made a hard face at that and maybe, you thought, he was upset at the withdrawal.

"Thank you." You said weakly and with a sniffle. He have you grunt.

"Sorry I fell asleep. I should've been keeping watch. That's my bad."

"Nah. I was late. Shoulda been here to keep ya on your toes." You snorted at this and gave a watery laugh. You both sat there for minute or two, the both of you not knowing what to do now.

"Do ya wanna talk about?" He asked tentatively. But you immediately shook your head.

"Not really." You said with a polite smile, and he just nodded.

And with that you two continued your shift on the watch. It seemed silly to just act like nothing happened. But you still felt vulnerable and a little embarrassed. Truthfully you wished you had never moved away from him. Being in his arms even if you were feeling terrible, felt warm and safe and perfect. So, feeling like you couldn't get anymore low, you picked up your chair and scooted it closer to Daryl.

He eyeballed you, but didn't say anything. That gave you enough courage to pick up your chair and move it the rest of the way to Daryl's chair, so you were shoulder to shoulder. You kept you eyes out over the prison but he was looking at you with bemusement.

"The hell ya think ya doin', Sunshine?" He asked with a grin. You couldn't stop the smile that crept over your face. But you just shrugged.

"Nothing." You lied, eyes still forward. He scoffed at that.

"Nothin' huh?" He shook his head, and you could see the tips of his ears were quite red. Time passed that way and you felt exponentially better than you had before. You felt safe and warm. Your head found it's way to Daryl's shoulder and you rested your eyes for a moment. He was watching your face thoughtfully when you opened your eyes to catch him. He looked away quickly and you thought you had over stepped your bounds.

You made to move and apologize but he put his hand over yours. It was your turn to give him a quizzical look. He shrugged and bit at his lip for a moment.

"Yer...yer kinda cute. When yer half asleep like that." He chanced a glance down to you, only to be rewarded with a beaming smile.

Inside you were ecstatic, but you wanted to save face.

"Tell me something I dont know, Dixon." You said snuggling down deeper into him. He laughed leaning into you.

That was the first time you cursed the oncoming sun.

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This is the shit thank u, good Daryl fluff is rare

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hey everyone! I wanted to wait until we’ve both seen Endgame to post this. No spoilers, but if you have seen Endgame and need something after that, here’s a search for Endgame fix-it fics. (I wrote one as well, it’s chapter 36 in “Stucky in My Heart”) Have fun!

[heartharrington]

(no turning back);

Diego Hargreeves is eight when the seven are introduced to Grace.

“You may call her your mother,” his (their) Father says in his usual, curt tone. Grace smiles at them kindly and the children look at her suspiciously. She isn’t like the other nannies they have had—  she is a machine after all— and the children don’t know what to make of her.

Diego thinks she is beautiful.

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hfjdbdjdbd I love this more than words can express

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Welcome Back.

A/N: Requested by @anon : ‘Could you write a Cas imagine where you go to purgatory with Dean instead of him and just a really fluffy reunion? PS i love your work!’

Thank you very much, Nonnie!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Purgatory but that’s it. Also, the reader is a hunter, like Dean, for plot convenience. Also, this is short.

You tumbled onto the wet ground, hearing grunts of pain as Dean followed behind you. Your eyes were closed tightly until you opened them, your sight clearing up.

You were back home, it seemed. The grayness of Purgatory was gone, as were the monsters charging at you. The air you breathed seemed cleaner, not as hot and thick.

“D-Dean–” you cried, “I-I think we’re back!”

“You okay?” he rasped.

“Yeah, I… I’m fine. Are you?” you asked him.

“Fine and dandy,” he chuckled dryly. “In need of some bandages and a long shower, but yeah, I’m good.”

You noticed that you were filthy too, as Dean watched the portal close behind you.

You two sat in relieved silence for about five seconds until you both realized what seemed wrong.

“Sam,” Dean said as you said, “Cas”. You scrambled off of the grass and had a look at where you were.

Which was the middle of nowhere, basically.

Dean swore quietly. “No car,” he muttered. “No GPS, no nothing. Should we take a walk to the nearest town?”

“I’d think so, but we don’t know where that is,” you said.

“Two miles north,” said a familiar gravelly voice behind you.

You jumped, spinning around. Dean did the same. Fortunately, you recognized the source very quickly.

“C-cas?” you squeaked, tears forming in your eyes. “Is that you?”

He smiled. “It’s wonderful to see y–”

He stopped, chuckling quietly as you bear hugged him. “I missed you,” you whispered.

“I missed you, too,” Cas said.

Sam was there, too, you noticed. He was tearfully embracing his brother.

“Please, don’t go back there,” Cas said with a dry chuckle.

“I won’t. I won’t ever leave you again,” you whispered.

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Nawwww

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“nawwww” what? XD

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Sorry I meant nawwww it's cute lol

[team-free-will-and-friends]

Welcome Back.

A/N: Requested by @anon : ‘Could you write a Cas imagine where you go to purgatory with Dean instead of him and just a really fluffy reunion? PS i love your work!’

Thank you very much, Nonnie!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Purgatory but that’s it. Also, the reader is a hunter, like Dean, for plot convenience. Also, this is short.

You tumbled onto the wet ground, hearing grunts of pain as Dean followed behind you. Your eyes were closed tightly until you opened them, your sight clearing up.

You were back home, it seemed. The grayness of Purgatory was gone, as were the monsters charging at you. The air you breathed seemed cleaner, not as hot and thick.

“D-Dean–” you cried, “I-I think we’re back!”

“You okay?” he rasped.

“Yeah, I… I’m fine. Are you?” you asked him.

“Fine and dandy,” he chuckled dryly. “In need of some bandages and a long shower, but yeah, I’m good.”

You noticed that you were filthy too, as Dean watched the portal close behind you.

You two sat in relieved silence for about five seconds until you both realized what seemed wrong.

“Sam,” Dean said as you said, “Cas”. You scrambled off of the grass and had a look at where you were.

Which was the middle of nowhere, basically.

Dean swore quietly. “No car,” he muttered. “No GPS, no nothing. Should we take a walk to the nearest town?”

“I’d think so, but we don’t know where that is,” you said.

“Two miles north,” said a familiar gravelly voice behind you.

You jumped, spinning around. Dean did the same. Fortunately, you recognized the source very quickly.

“C-cas?” you squeaked, tears forming in your eyes. “Is that you?”

He smiled. “It’s wonderful to see y–”

He stopped, chuckling quietly as you bear hugged him. “I missed you,” you whispered.

“I missed you, too,” Cas said.

Sam was there, too, you noticed. He was tearfully embracing his brother.

“Please, don’t go back there,” Cas said with a dry chuckle.

“I won’t. I won’t ever leave you again,” you whispered.

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Nawwww

[strangewhitegirl321]

Macrocosm (9th)

{Not my gif}

Words: 2306

Originally posted to my Wattpad account.

   An empty world was all you ever remembered. No people; no buildings, all that ever existed in your memory was the natural world. Every night, rocked to sleep by the millions of stars in the sky atop a bed of soft, smashed grass.

   You never ate. Never found a reason to, you never lost or gained any weight. Not once felt a craving or the edge of hunger. Water was a different story. You didn’t need it, however it was entertaining to count the water droplets that landed on your tongue in the rain.

   The trees were huge and dangerous. They over grew, stretching into one another and growing around each other. Sometimes, you liked to pretend they were in love when there was just two. You would laugh about they silly way they gripped onto each other as if they were in a Hallmark film.

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I👏love👏this👏

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Maybe an aquaman fic, mera x female reader? Its okay of you dont write this kind of stuff

uhhhh yes we do this kind of stuff!!!!!!! i gotchu b   -mod cas 

Bubblegum

“What’s this show called again?” Mera asked Y/N, eyes moving from the screen to meet hers. Y/N looked away, but Mera still noticed that she had been staring. She glanced down at Y/N’s smile for a moment before looking back up at her eyes.

“We just binged, like, nine seasons, and you don’t even remember the name?” Y/N feigned shock, and Mera laughed and nodded.

“Aren’t you supposed to have a great memory? What happened to that?” Y/N asked, still joking. Mera rolled her eyes at the comment.

“I do have a good memory, I swear. But, if you hadn’t noticed, we just binged nine seasons and my brain’s a little full of all that content.” Mera chose her words wisely, as always, and waited for Y/N’s response. Was the snarkiness too much? How would Y/N react?

“You’re lucky you’re cute. It’s called Adventure Time, and I think this is the last season of it.” Y/N responded. Mera blushed a bit and hoped she didn’t notice, then brought her attention back to the show. It was cute, and she hoped there would be more shows to binge-watch with Y/N. She enjoyed sitting close to her, feeling the warmth coming from Y/N’s body, getting comfy together, and commenting on the episode as it went along. How had this happened? Mera let her mind wander as the show progressed.

Arthur smiled as he introduced Mera to his friend from high-school, Y/N, on the beach. She was pretty, really pretty, and she seemed to love the sea just as much as Arthur did. She was wearing a swimsuit underneath a pair of shorts that fit her well, and she wore it with confidence. It really made her eye color pop, Mera thought to herself, before noticing Arthur staring at her.

“Mera, are you okay?” Mera threw a wide smile on her face and hoped neither Arthur nor Y/N noticed her momentary absence.

“Yeah, I’m fine, sorry. Nice to meet you, Y/N.” She held out her hand for Y/N to shake, and she took it. God, her hand was smooth, and her hair looked so nice. It was blowing in the slight breeze, and it was almost like they were underwater. Mera caught herself spacing out again and forced a softer smile on her face.

“Thanks for agreeing to help me-” Mera started, but Arthur cleared his throat. Right, right, I’m not from around here, but I’m not from the ocean. Right. “-study different cultures. Uh, school’s been fun, but I definitely needed some help.” Mera watched as a smile spread across Y/N’s lips.

“Of course! I love helping people. Nice to meet you, too.” God, she was perfect. Arthur took a step back from the pair, and Y/N looked at him for a second, before returning her attention to Mera. Mera felt relieved.

“So, I’m gonna go now, I’ll leave you two to properly meet. Uh, bye.” Arthur took off. Mera watched him go, then looked back to Y/N, feeling excited, but also slightly nervous.

“So what type of classes are you taking next semester?” Y/N asked. Shit, Mera thought. I didn’t come up with any of this stuff.

“I’m taking, uh, Media Studies, and Sociology, and, um, Gender studies, as well as, uh, government. forms.” Mera quickly lied. Y/N smiled widely.

“I love media studies! So how about we study for the rest of those things at the library, and then we can watch a movie or something.” It was a statement, but at the same time, Y/N practically was asking Mera if she wanted to do it.

“That sounds great, Y/N.” Mera smiled back at her. “But why don’t we stay here for a bit first? I mean, it is a beautiful day.” Mera watched in awe as Y/N slid off her shorts and laughed. The wind blew in her hair and the water splashed beneath her feet as she ran towards the tide.

“Race you to the water!” Y/N shouted, and Mera took off towards her.

Mera smiled, looking back on that day. She loved remembering how it had begun. She looked over at Y/N, who was still focused solely on the show. Y/N glanced over, then back at the screen, then did a double take.

“Are you even watching anymore, Bubblegum?” Mera blinked. The nickname was cute. A little surprising, but cute. She liked it a lot, but coming out of Y/N’s mouth? Much more so. It was adorable and quite fitting.

“Uh, yeah.” Mera forced out, and Y/N eyed her.

“If you don’t wanna watch any more, you can just tell me.” Y/N said, pausing the episode to Mera’s dismay. “What’s on your mind, PB?” Y/N’s attention was completely focused on Mera, and Mera was both dying and living for it. Y/N’s beautiful eyes were soulful and seemed to be peering into Mera’s emotions. God, it was too much. But Mera loved it.

“I was just thinking about when we first met, what, three months ago? On the beach.” Mera said, unsure why she’d told the truth. She could have just lied and avoided feeling things. She was worried she’d mess up this tutoring-turned-friendship thing she had with Y/N. Well, too late for that, because Y/N had already given several hints that she was into Mera. Mera just didn’t feel right, leading Y/N on with a fake life. A human life.

“Really? I think about that a lot too, actually.” Mera blushed a bit, hoping the low lighting covered it up. “Why were you thinking about it?” Y/N continued. Mera blushed even harder, ignoring the warm press of Y/N’s body against hers. Oh. Never mind, she was not ignoring it; it was all-consuming.

“Well, you remind me of Marceline, because you like music, and singing, and on the beach, when you started singing, it-” She trailed off. How on earth could she say how she felt without revealing how she felt? That’s a paradox. Oh, shit.

“-When you started singing, it was when I realized, uh, how great you are.” Mera felt her face flushing. Y/N smirked and turned back to the screen.

“Whatever you say, Princess.” God, Y/N needed to stop with the pet names, Mera was going to explode from happiness. And Y/N still had no idea that Mera was an actual Princess. Or did she? Mera couldn’t tell at this point. It seemed like Y/N knew it all, every inch of Mera’s mind, but at the same time, she listened to Mera’s lies and accepted them. Mera felt awful.

Mera watched the screen intently as Marceline and Bubblegum kissed. “Ah! I was right! They are a thing!” Mera exclaimed, making Y/N jump. Mera quickly apologized and watched as Y/N’s face spread into a smile.

“Didn’t you say that I was like Marceline earlier?” She asked, and Mera knew exactly where this was going. But she couldn’t let Y/N kiss her without knowing the truth. So she started to talk.

“I like you, Y/N. But I feel like I’m lying to you.” She started off soft. Y/N’s face fell into a gentle one.

“If I’m reading this wrong, just… I’m sorry…” Y/N said. Mera gently touched Y/N’s forearm.

“No, not at all. But I mean, like, me. In general. I’m not a college student, I’m not… some random person. I’m from the ocean. I just feel awful lying to you about it. I’m sorry.” Mera went to stand up, but Y/N’s arms wrapped around her, keeping her down.

“You thought I didn’t know?” Mera was surprised. Y/N did know? “That’s why we meet at the beach all the time. That’s why we never focus on marine life in different cultures, ‘cause you already know that stuff. That’s why-” She leaned a little closer, and Mera could feel her breath on her neck. Warm, inviting. “-I keep calling you Princess, Bubblegum.” Mera’s eyes fluttered shut and she leaned in to close the gap between them, hands finding their way down to Y/N’s hips. She broke off after a couple seconds.

“But… how?” Mera asked. Y/N softly giggled. “Well, for one thing, Arthur told me. For another, my sink just exploded in the kitchen.” Mera felt heat rush to her face, embarrassed.

“Sorry, I can fix that, I-” Mera was cut off with a kiss. Yeah, the sink could wait.

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Pure!!!

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DW Oneshot: Bending in the Breeze

Quick one shot, readerx10th doctor, just a moment in time… 

Here you go again, you think. 

You find yourself aware that this might truly be the thirtieth repetition you’ve had of the “why did you wander off” argument, which mostly consists of him lecturing about how you scared him and how you don’t listen and you arguing back about how you were just trying to help. Faced with the same old conflict, you make a split-second decision to try an experiment.

“You’re right,” you say. “I’m really sorry.”

This brings him to a halt. He spins around, stopped midstream in his scolding, and peers at you closely over his glasses.  “What did you say?”

“I said you’re right,” you say. “This is my fault. I wandered off when you told me not to. I shouldn’t have done that.” You take a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

He points a finger at you, looking deeply confused. “You’re not arguing with me.”

You give him a tentative smile. “Trying something new.”

He narrows his eyes. “Don’t try to placate me, Y/N,” he says. “I won’t be condescended to.”

“I’m not!” You reassure him. “We just… well, we spend a lot of time arguing about these situations when in truth it’s usually my fault. So I’m … experimenting. With just admitting that. You know, like the monks said.”

“The monks?”

You’d recently spent a week with a set of monks who settled on a desert planet and practiced non-resistance. Over the course of figuring out what had corrupted their water supply and relocating the tiny life forms trying to colonize their planet, you spent some time talking with one of the monks and learned some things about bending in the path of an oncoming force and absorbing the force of attacks.

He stares at you while you explain this like you’re a specimen who just grew a second head, and looks utterly discomfited. “Well,” he says, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “That’s… well… that’s good I suppose. Always good to be more peaceful. Peace is good. All about the peace, me.”

You blink at each other for a few minutes before he goes back to the console and punches a few buttons. You watch him and are struck by the fact that he looks a little deflated. Could it be, you wonder, that he actually likes the arguing?

**

“You know, overall, I think I prefer the arguing,” he says to you, two weeks later,  while you’re hiking through dense bush in the jungles of the Sorensis system.

“What?” you shout back over your shoulder, brandishing your machete in a way that you hope appears not at all threatening.

“Arguing!” he shouts at you. “It’s kind of fun, no?”

You pause and turn around and give him a look. “You want to argue, right now?” You think it over. “What about? I guess I’m game…”

“No, no, no,” he says, “I was just saying – the other night you decided you weren’t going to argue with me anymore about who’s right or wrong, which is very mature and all, but I think I prefer the arguing.” He glances your way uncertainly and then ducks as a branch he didn’t notice swings and almost whacks him in the forehead. “Adds a little spice.”

You lift the netting from your helmet and give him a grin. “I know what you meant, just pulling your leg.”

“Oy!” he mock shouts, throwing a handful of moss at you. “None of that now!”

You salute in mock seriousness. “Ok, captain. So arguing yes, sass no. Have I got that right? It’s a lot to keep up with, your requirements…”

You grin to yourself as you turn around and resume your forward press through the foliage, listening distractedly as he begins mock lecturing you on appropriate conduct and levels of interaction. All you really are hearing is that he sounds outright happy.

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I haven't rewatched doctor who in ages so sue me but this felt really really in character and I love it

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I love this fic, it’s really emotional

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Under The Mistletoe (Theseus Scamander x Reader)

Notes: As promised (just a day or so late, sorry) here is the Theseus Scamander x Reader I said I’d do! I had a lot of fun writing this and I love Theseus Scamander, so feel free to request more for him. Also, Christmas requests are open as well. And don’t forget that in 8 days (including today) I start my Christmas series with Peter Parker and Newt Scamander! I’m super excited to start that series! Hope y’all have a great rest of the day.

Summary: You’re madly in love with Theseus Scamander. Could this Christmas dinner with all of your friends finally be the time to confess your feelings to him?

Under The Mistletoe

Theseus Scamander x Reader

Requested?: Yes, “Okay how about a fantastic beasts fic where reader is one of Newt’s few friends that isnt a creature and has a crush on Theseus, their family is invited to a christmas dinner at the Scamamder’s home and decides to try to force fate by plantimg some mistletoe then keeps Trying to “bump” into Theseus under it, do they succeed do they get newt does newt help? Who knows but you the amazing writer who is you! 😍” 

Word Count: 2,352

Warnings: none, I don’t think?? very fluffy

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Hardly Hurt

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) loved Newt so much that they would sacrifice anything just to make him happy.

Word count: 2.704

Posted: 08th of December 2018

A/N: So, another angsty/sad imagine is here! I am so sorry if I love angst so much, but I hope that you are liking my works so far. I am gladly accepting your feedbacks and I would also accept some requests if you ever sent one. Thank you so much for all the love, guys!

- G. x

Warning: Possible death

“(Y/N)!” Two desperate and familiar voices echoed through the walls of your head as you let your weak body fall in front of one of the most important people in your life, brutally landing on the cold and hard cemented ground. It hurt you, but not a lot. Your heart shattered into pieces for one more time and your world fell apart as you dealt with the harsh and unbearable pang in your chest alone. “(Y/N)!”

Your mind was fuzzy from what has just happened, but you were aware that spells still flew here and there around the Lestrange Mausoleum. Everything was completely clouded, but you still managed to flash a faint but true smile as soon as the blurry silhouette of your best friend appeared in front of you. “Newt!”

“(Y/N).” He desperately mumbled as a clear bubble surrounded your bodies. Protego was the charm that he cast. “(Y/N),” He gently agitated you as soon as he was able to wrap his arms around your fragile body. He wanted to wake you up, to clear your chaotic mind. You were hurt and he couldn’t stand it. His voice was terribly trembling, pain was hinted in it, and, by looking at his eyes, you noticed that he was already on the verge of tears. “what have you done?”

The platinum blonde haired villain accidentally hit you as you jumped in front of the man that you loved to prevent him from getting hurt.

“Newt,” You graciously whispered his name, slowly bringing your hands on his beautifully freckled cheek. You caressed his flawless face with your thumb as you struggled on keeping your eyes wide open. “you are so perfect, so breathtaking.”

“(Y/N)!” Another tall silhouette appeared in front of you, but you barely realised who it was as your attention was focused on Newt’s worried and gloomy, but alluring bluish-green irises. His eyes were so stunning that he was able to hypnotise you, that he was able to take you to another world, that he was able to woefully remind you that he would never be yours: not now, not ever.

Your eyes flickered between the two fuzzy silhouette in front of you. They were standing in the dark, between the numerous and well-organised art-deco designed cabinets of the French Ministry of Magic Archives. Theseus, your head Auror, has already warned you about them, but even without knowing it, you would have realised that it was them: Newt and Tina. You should have stopped them from invading the place, but you couldn’t care less about them breaking in because all you cared about was their conversation, their pure and sweet, but heartbreaking conversation.

“I got this picture of you from the paper,” the former Hufflepuff awkwardly started, noisily uncrumpling a folded paper that he kept in his pocket for a little while now. You hid your body behind the gigantic cabinet beside you and you observed them from afar, almost holding your breath, so you would hear their topic perfectly. “it was interesting because your eyes in the newsprint -,”

“Newt?” Tina whispered his name angelically as she looked into his eyes amorously. Your stomach suddenly turned upside down when you realised that they had the spark that everyone talked about when two people were deeply in love with each other. They just had it.

“See, in reality they have this effect on them, Tina.” He embarrassedly considered her eyes as his fingers nervously fiddled with the crumpled paper in his hand. “It’s like fire in water, in dark water.”

You realised what he meant by saying those words to the gorgeous lady in front of him. He was unconsciously confessing his love and your knees suddenly felt weak, making you tremble as you dealt with your almost broken heart. It hurt you a lot and if you could just rate how painful it was, it would be your perfect ten.

You loved Newt. You loved him with all of your heart ever since you two were still young, but you never had the guts to confess your feelings to him because of the fear of losing him. He was a very important person to you, because he played a certain character in your life: he has been that everyday companion that would listen to you when you would complain about your life, he has been the family that always accepted you and your flaws with open arms, he has been your crying shoulder whenever you would be hurt and, most essentially, he has always been that loving and comforting best friend that you could always count on.

He was a great human being. It was not hard to love him, not at all, and it never would be. In fact, you would understand it if Tina completely loved him back. He was an adorable person with a golden personality, you have always admired him and his love for his magical creatures has always amused you. He was one of a kind, but, unfortunately, you weren’t his one of a kind.

“I’ve only ever seen that…” Your best friend hesitated, but he was certain that he wanted to do this. He loved Tina, he wanted her, he longed for her. “I’ve only ever seen that in -,”

“Salamanders.” You and Tina whispered in unison. Her tensed gaze suddenly softened while your tears started streaming down your face, throat burning as you let out some tiny choked sobs. They never noticed you, but your knees felt weak and they realised that someone was watching them from afar only when they heard a deafening bang on the floor.

It was you. You let yourself fall on the floor as their intense eye contact broke your heart in even smaller fragments. Your body didn’t hurt from the impact of your downfall, but you sobbed clamorously as the stinging in your chest worsened. You were just hurt and you wanted him beside you.

“Newt.” You pronounced his name tacitly, voice slightly breaking as you felt another sting in your chest.

“Newt, go and take (Y/N) somewhere else!” A loud voice startled you, making you snap back utterly into the reality, snap back into the chaotic place that you were in. It was Theseus, your kindhearted boss, your best friend’s brother. He was a very humble and lovable person. His voice was kind of shaky, but you have always known that he was brave, that he was invincible. “I got this covered.”

“It’s okay, Newt.” You trembled as you truthfully assured the aghast younger Scamander, voice breaking even more as you coped with the pain. His freckled cheeks were slowly getting wet by his desolate, but hopeful tears. “It’s okay.”

Newt shook his head exaggeratedly, messy auburn hair following his movements, and held you closer to him. His grip on your waist tightened and, in no time, you apparated in a more pacific and serene place, no sounds and no sight of spells, jinxes and hexes that were being cast around you.

It was just outside the Lestrange Mausoleum, but you were still thankful that he took you out of the horrid place that you were in. The night was rather calm and the cold breeze of the wind sent shivers down your spine. Your body ached as you held Newt closer to you, trying to keep your body warm.

When he noticed that your lips were horribly quivering, he briskly made you lean on the strong cemented wall and took his warm coat off his body, leaving his suitcase and his wand on the dusty and dirty ground.

“Here, take this, (Y/N).” You admired Newt as he draped the warm fabric over your shoulders, gently wrapping his arms around your waist soon after.

You gently rested your head on Newt’s shoulder once again, your face slowly moving closer to his. “Newt, please be happy with her. Always cherish the moment as though it was your last.”

“Hush, my dear (Y/N),” Newt shushed you, caressing your face with his warm hand. “you will feel better, you will live.”

You shook your head with a sad smile, feeling hopeless and forlorn. “It’s okay, Newt.” You lingered his perfume weakly as tears slowly filled your eyes. “Just hold me, please protect me, please keep me safe and warm until I fall asleep.”

“(Y/N), please don’t leave me.” Newt’s voice audaciously broke at the thought of you leaving him. You were his best friend and he cared for you. You were his partner in crime, his safe haven, his everyday antidote. You made him smile, you made him laugh, you made him appreciate the cruel world in front of you. “You shouldn’t have caught it for me, (Y/N)!”

You flashed him another gentle smile as a deafening sob escaped from your mouth. A guilty expression rested on his face as he just realised your true feelings for him. He felt bad and he felt stupid for not realising it before, because everything was too late now, you already sacrificed your life in the name of love. “Don’t you worry, my love, a little offensive spell can hardly hurt me now.”

Your tears started flowing quickly as you remembered what you have heard in the Archives earlier that day. You remembered how Newt cradled you in his arms as he asked you what was wrong, you remembered how loud his heart beat was right after he talked to Tina, you remembered how tight his hug was when he assured you that everything would be fine.

The pain that you felt when you got hurt was nothing compared to when you heard him confess his true feelings to Tina. You just loved him so much and he loved someone else, but your feelings were so pure and so strong that you preferred seeing him happy than losing him forever. It was just a little sacrifice that would never hurt anybody, but yourself.

“(Y/N), I’m here for you.” Newt desperately looked at you, jaw clenching as tears continuously streamed down his face. He pulled you closer to him, embracing you tightly, your pleasant perfume invading his nostrils. “You are important to me, please hold on.”

“And that’s all I need to know, Newt.” You difficultly swallowed the lump in your throat and you caressed the hand that rested on your icy-cold cheek. The stinging was getting worse and you were getting weaker, but you just smiled at Newt, encouraging him to stay strong for you. “Please love her with all of your heart.”

“(Y/N),” He tightened his grip on your waist as he gently shook your body, trying to keep you awake. Your eyes were gradually closing, but you held his hand tighter to let him know that you were still holding on. “stop talking nonsense.”

You softly giggled as you brought your frozen hand on his face, wiping his warm and endless tears with your thumb. You noticed how he flinched at your touch, but he just let you do it. “This pain is just a nine out of ten, Newt, I-I will surely survive.”

Newt chewed his lower lip and choked sobs were suddenly heard as he gently patted your face to keep your eyes open. He moved his face closer to you, his forehead touching yours. He was afraid to lose you. “Don’t close your eyes, love.”

“I’m just resting, my love.” You honestly murmured as the pain grew inside your body, trembling worse than before. “I am so happy to have you beside me, Newt.”

“And I’ll always stay beside you, (Y/N).” He whispered honestly, deep breathy voice slowly cradling you to sleep. You flashed him a faint smile as you felt his thumb mellowly caressed your lips.

You knew that it was the time to go, your time to go. Your eyes were becoming heavier, the agony was becoming intolerable and your body was getting colder. You couldn’t resist it anymore, but Newt’s ravishing touch made everything harder for you to let go.

“Newt?” You blandly mumbled as you slowly moved your face closer to his. You were diminishing the space between the two of you while you slightly opened your eyes to admire his flawless face for one more time.

“Hmm?” He hummed silently, his hand caressing your hair delicately. Your lips almost touched, in fact you could already feel the warmth that they allowed, but something halted you. It was a selfish move for you to kiss him. He didn’t love you back, he loved someone else and having him hold you tightly to shelter you was already enough for you.

“(Y/N)! Newt!” A faint and hurt voice was heard, but Newt never let you go, instead he kept you closer to his body.

“Thes,” You softly murmured, eye shifting to the tall and familiar silhouette in front of you. “please take care of Leta.”

There weren’t any responses from him, but you heard his snivels blending with his younger brother’s. You couldn’t understand why he wasn’t with Leta, but then it hit you, another heavy pang stinging your chest. Leta didn’t make it.

“I’m sorry, Theseus.” You tried to build your strength up as your voice broke one more time, choking in your own tears. The dark was alluring you, it was reaching out for you and you just knew that it was your cue to go. “Newt, I-I lo-love you and I-I a-always will.”

Your voice was soundless, but your confession appeared thunderous and heart-shattering for Newt. He felt your love and something sharp struck his chest, reducing his once happy and contented heart into small smithereens. His sobs became louder as your eyes slowly flutter shut. He couldn’t accept it, he wanted you to be with him.

He kept on supporting your heavy head and he slowly leant in to give you a tender kiss on your pale lips, making you taste his love mixed with salty tears for the first and last time in your life.

“(Y/N).” Newt indistinctly spoke as he painfully left your lips. You didn’t have the strength to kiss him back, but he felt the love as he remembered what you have done for him. You saved him, you gave him your life.

Your mind turned dark little by little and you noticed that Newt and Theseus’ whimpers became quieter and quieter. Your hand intensely fell from your loved one’s cheek and the brothers hugged you tightly, sending you away as their heart throbbed crazily and gloomily.

They both loved you and you were an important person, an extremely important person, for the Scamander brothers.

For Theseus, you were the best assistant that he could ever ask for. Your partnership made you the most powerful Aurors in the British Ministry of Magic, but other than that, you were that friend who supported his decisions and his choices; you were that sister who he made proud for his achievements, for his triumphs and victories.

For Newt, well, you were his life. He found the definition of ethereal beauty in you. You were that essential everyday companion for him, you were that family member who loved him truly, accepting his flaws and mistakes, but the most important of them all was that you were that best friend that everyone should have had, but he was grateful enough because he was the one who took care of you, he was the one who had the privilege to spend years with you. You were the one who taught him how to love everything around him and he even learnt how to love you with all of his heart, but never in the way you wanted him to love you.

Newt pressed a gentle and full of love kiss on your forehead, tightly holding his unanimated and soulless best friend. He was broken, he was hurt and he was having a hard time to accept that you sacrificed your life because of the love that you felt for him.

Everything was pitch-black around him, eyes tightly closed as his desperate tears wetted your beautiful face. Nothing and no one else mattered for him during that exact instance, all he cared about was you, his eternal best friend.

“I love you too, (Y/N), forever and always.”

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THANKS IM CRYING this is so good tho ach I love me some Newt

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