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“Hey, Demonboy what do you wanna do?” The man smirked at you, eyes turning fully black, but without losing that mischievous glimt.

“I wanna do you.”

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“Hey, Elf! Up for more of that challenge. Maybe the dwarf couldn’t beat you but I can certainly hold my liquor!” The blond elf looks at you, then grabs the nearest cups and fills them with more of the alcohol.  “Let’s do this again, I accept.” You both drink to your hearts content, but you give up after the 8th cup. “Oh my. You don’t feel anything?” You watch the elf, who by they way looks more out of focus than before. “Well, yes. The tingling has moved from my fingers out to my hand. Is this what it feels like?” “Oh god, no. Let me challenge you again, just wait.. a few.. hours.” And then you pass out, right next to the red haired dwarf.

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“What fun should we have today?” The King of Hell asked you, obviously bored. “I don’t know, why don’t you call your babes, the Winchester boys?” The man scoffed, shifting in his place on the throne. “I told you I don’t hang out with them anymore, That’s is why I am here with you, now let’s figure out something fun to do.”

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Sweat trailed down your back, hair getting stuck to your forehead and you arms were aching so bad, but the battle was over. The Witch was dead, by Edmunds hand. You both were out of breath, standing still under the gazing sun in a field of dead and alive.¨

He stod and looked at you, a special glimt in his eyes. He blinked a few times, closing the space between you with two steps, reaching out to grab you by the arm and pulled you close  - lips clashing together. You fell easily into the kiss, it was harsh yet soft, warm, tender yet rushed, like the fleeting courage he got might slip away. Desperately needed, maybe.  But he had you in his arms and you answered the kiss with as much force you could muster, happy to be alive - happy to be in his arms.

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“BEEEEN!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, falling to your knees, hands stretched out after the tall silhouette leaving you behind, ignoring your calls and shouts.

The slim figure dressed in black, suppressed emotional tears, turned his back to you and walked away.

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“I guess thanks.” The long haired man spoke few words but you could see the glimts of gratitude in his eyes. “It was nothing. I guess.” You smiled, and surprisingly you got a small grin back from the crossbow owner and you felt as this was the beginning of something new.

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Draco paced in quick steps down the hall, straightening out his tie that seemed to choke him slowly.

You were in love with him. A muggleborn.

Horrified he realized that he had feelings for you too. What would his father say?

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“Join me.” “No.” You reply with tears running down your cheeks.

There was a moment of hesitation, of hurt in his eyes that almost made you change your mind. But then the red light bounced off the glittering snow, like flourescent blood - foretelling the future to come. You mimicked the motion and the lightsabers blue light illuminated your hands and body.

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im taking a minor break, as you’ve probably seen but i still take requests sooo hit me up and i’ll see that i’ll get done

Winchester kisses to you all

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“Come with me!”

“But Peter..”

“There are mermaids. And pirates, and I want to experience all those adventures.. with me.”

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meeting falling stars pt. 1 (Peter Pan)

So here you were, sitting on the rooftop as per usual when you were mad or distraught in thoughts. It wasn't dangerous, well, that's what you said to your ever worrying mother, but fact is you had only fallen twice and never really injured yourself.. Badly.

So when the shadow moved quickly over the rooftop you barely took notice, the wind had increased in strength and the trees around the house swayed along in the wind, their leaves rustled against each other. It was getting darker and colder, you were only wearing a plain white t shirt and you had goosebumps up your arms, soon you were shivering. You let out a sigh and stood up, barefoot your feet found their way over the roof but a sudden gust swept by almost knocking you off your feet. You waved your arms in the air trying to regain balance but then another wind breeze hit you and it felt as gravity played a trick on you, pulling you down. A small shriek left your throat as you feet lifted from the roof and your body was falling through the air towards the ground.

The impact wasn't as bad as you thought, it was rough, harsh but yet soft. But it wasn't all, there was a second impact, this one you felt harder, tumbling in grass and dirt and softness. You groaned in pain, and it felt as the trees were moaning with you. Except it was very audible and close. You opened your eyes, you hadn't even realized that they were close until you opened them and was staring straight at a strawberry blonde young man lying entangled next to you in the dirt. What? You brain tried to register what just happened but without success. 

“God, you are one heavy lady.”

If it wasn’t for the sudden chock, and pain you might have slapped the stranger. “What?” This time you said it out loud. “Who are you?” You slowly sat up, counting all your limbs to see if they were still attached and whole.

The boy sat up as well, he was a little bruised but also seemed fine, apart from the weird outfit. “Hey” You called out as you didn’t get any replies. “Yeah..” He said, standing up brushing off his “clothes” and ruffled his hair free from dirt. “The name is Peter Pan.” The young man looked straight at you with a wide grin and gleaming eyes. You didn’t believe your eyes, maybe you hit your head too hard in the downfall? “Well, thanks for catching me, or whatever.. How could you see me up on the roof from down here?” The boy, Peter, looked slightly confused for a second before answering. “Because I was up there too, it was not as easy as it looked flying in and saving you.” Now you knew you had definitely hit your head. This boy said flying, you heard it and he said it. He was either nuts, or you were hallucinating.  “Cool.” You replied as you to, stood up brushing dirt of your clothes. “Well, thanks.. Ehm. Peter Pan” You turned around to walk inside the house, you needed a aspirin and a blanket. 

“Hey wait!” The boy called out after you, and took some steps forward and grabbing you by the arm. You stopped and turned around to look at him, he was still smiling just not as wide. “Aren’t you coming with me?” Now it was settled, he was bat shit crazy. “No..” You said raising your eyebrows, “listen here Peter, I don’t know you at all. Thanks for making my fall more pleasant and less deadly but I’m not going anywhere with you. “ Your sudden outburst must have hurt the boy because the smile disappeared and was replaced by confusion. His eyebrows furrowed down and he was biting his lower lip in afterthought. “But I came for you.”  You shook your head, ready to shake of his grip on your arm as well when the boy actually lifted of the ground. His feet (bare as yours you noticed) were no longer touching the grass, he was hovering above it. He released the grip on you. “Well, I guess it was too soon, I’m sorry I bothered you m’lady.” He smiled again, mischievously and proud while you stood there gawking at him. “Okay.. Bye.” He said, waving fleetingly and turned to leave as you had done but this time it was your turn to stop him. 

“Wait! Peter..”

He stood still, in the air, arms crossed over his chest. “Take me with you, wherever it is, wherever it lies I want to come. I changed my mind.”

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The blonde elf screamed out, “Y/N!”

He couldn’t find you anywhere and he grew more worried as time passed, then he saw you - deadly wounded in the grip of an orc. Your eyes met as you smiled vaguely before the killing strike was delivered.

“Y/N! NO!”

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“All hail to the Queen of Narnia, Her majesty Y/N” 

Everyone in the throne room turned their eyes on you as you wandered down to the throne next to Peter, he was smiling as he saw you ascend to the place next to him. You were his Queen and he was your King.

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“Don’t do it Minho!” Newt yelled but the other boy had already started sprinting.

“She is still out there, I have to find her!” He yelled as he disappeared into the maze once again. 

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Newt giggled while playing with a few strands of your hair, while you were trying to get him into his bed.

“Newt! You are so drunk, you need to go to sleep and watch your ste-”

But the blonde boy falls forward placing a harsh but still soft kiss upon your lips and your eyes widen in shock, little did you know that your boyfriend Thomas saw it all.

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“It’s so difficult!” You grunted, trying to get your claws to come out.

“You’ll get it in time.” Derek replies, smiling vaguely as he watches over you.