so you like hide and seek, can i interest you in (wo)man-hunt
prompt: none, just trying to start w a creepy/scary note and end with a happy one
pairing: borra x reader
warnings: none, its just hide and hunt
word count: 1254
a/n: i watched maleficent: mistress of evil and i lovedd it! the dark fae are all so beautiful ! i need more of them!
The Moor was bathed in orange, green and shadow. It’s residents were readying for sleep, everything was slowing down… except for the human visitor rushing through. She was racing through the flora, clutching her skirt, jumping over tree roots, looking over her shoulder, scanning the skies, she ran with no destination in mind, just trying to get away.
They could be anywhere, hidden by the trees. Skidding along a small bank in the heart of the forest, she found trees whose leaves created swaying curtains, brushing the floor with their length. She searched among them, finding an elm whose trunk had an opening large enough for a person to squeeze themselves into. Taking a moment she calmed her breathing, peered out into the woods, looking for any sign that she was found and then tucked herself into the opening.
The dark hollow of weeping elm, hidden from the world, seemed to engulf her, she cautiously tried to find a position that kept her concealed and comfortable, there was no knowing how long she would remain, how long she would have to be hidden. Flinching at any sound, she could only hope that they wouldn’t think to look here, in the belly of a tree. None of them could fit and she prayed that they would forget that her human, wingless body allowed her to hide in smaller, tighter places then them.
The sky had turned from orange to purple, and in the depth of her hole she knew that with the night would come the cold and her safety. She just had to remain hidden a while longer before she would be out of harm’s way. She could practically smell her freedom, or was that the damp of her skirt.. No matter, the tree hid her, the small stream covered the sounds of her breathing and the forest was occupied by the wake of its night creatures.
Her semblance of safety shattered as she heard the crunch of landing feet, they were just a few paces from her. “This is dumb,” a childish voice groaned, “she couldn’t have gone this far!” the immature hunter stomped to emphasize their point. Some others -she wasn’t sure how many had unknowing cornered her- chirped in agreement, they began giving their own ideas for where she was.
“She must have scurried to the waterfal-”
“No! The waterfall is even harder to get to-”
“The caves are wayyy easier to hide in!”
Raising her eyebrows at the squabbing team, her fear of being uncovered morphed into confidence.Yes, fight amongst yourselves, allow her to remain hidden and safe, all she needed to do was keep quiet until they split up to search any of those locations, then she could escape! The waterfall and caves were both far from her, she could find a safer spot, somewhere far from where they would go, she thought victoriously!
A gruff chuckle had her heart fly to her throat, all hope lost as she heard the precise flapping of an adult fae, “you think she could make her way that far!” he remarked,dirt and leaves flying as he descended. “I had hoped you were paying attention during training, but it seems you are more fledgling-like in remembering the lessons taught to you, Maivi.”
“I- I’m not!” Maivi, the fae who had first complained, bristled at the comment. “We did everything you said! I followed the track she made, Hovif and Flutri flew above the treeline, and Jarvi even tried to scent her!” she exclaimed, shoulders squared as she spoke to her commander “but it just didn’t work!” her wings fluttered as she flung her arms wide, emphasizing the lack of their human prey.
The silence that followed the juvenile fae’s outburst had their quarry shifting herself closer to the opening of her hide-e-hole.
The fae commander spoke lowley, “Are you sure..” was all she could make out. “Did you search where your training led you?” he probed at his students, an air of tolerance one could only have when teaching those younger how to hunt.
Her heart was beating so hard and fast, she felt sure that he could hear it. She was about to be found and there was nothing she could do about it, there was no means of escape all they had to do was walk a few toward her willow and spot her hiding in a tree trunk! She had boxed herself in, if she ran they would catch her before she took her fourth step. And with the night went her ability to see, but she knew that fae can see in the dark!
She heard the shuffling of wings and feet, the wait for them to discover her was nail biting, when she heard that deep voice question again, “and you looked carefully, among the tree branches and in the water?”
She heard the juveniles hum in the affirmative. Lying, they were lying to save face with their commander! Saved! She was safe!
They muttered amongst themselves before coming to a decision, Maivi (the juveniles decided she would be their speaker) faced their instructor, unhappily admitting “we have lost our prey,” the wings of the young fae drooping as she announced “and so our hunt is null.”
At his students’ admission of defeat, their instructor sighed, “you hunt is null then.” She heard the fluttering of wings, the fae were going to return to their own nest. The warmth she felt was all encompassing.
A cooling wind brushing against her face was the only warning she had, a scream left her lips without her realizing, when glowing eyes of amber appeared before her, strong arms pulled her from her hollow before she could comprehend her capture.
“You need to trust your training” her captor proclaimed to his defeated students, groans leaving them, “ you have to search everywhere!” he stated, making it known to them that they had been caught in their lie. “And you,” he smirked, looking down at the pouting woman, “you know, you need to be sneaker than that to hide from me.”
“You can put me down now Borra” the woman huffed, failing to hide her smile, all she got in return for that remark was to be held tighter by her warrior fae. “You all did wonderful!” she complimented the flock of young fae, “just another moment and I’m sure you would have got me!” trying to look as scared and encouraging as one, in such a situation, being held bridal style definitely did not help her convey her assurances she was sure.
“You need to train smarter if you wish to become protectors of our land-” Borra’s lecture began.
“But in the meantime,” interrupted by the human in his arms, saving his students from a long tongue lashing, “we should get back, I’m hungry and I am beginning to feel a little cold” she shivered looking up at Borra, hoping he would not allow her this excuse to keep him from choosing to have the young fae hunt for her in the night.
“…yes, we should return,” Borra shifted, making sure his beloved was secure in his arms.”we will have training tomorrow” walking to an open area, his love wrapped her arms around his neck, readying herself for flight. “We start before noon,” he informed his student, stretching out his wings. He placed a quick kiss to her forehead “are you ready to fly” he asked, grinning before an answer was given, he was shooting up into the night sky.
prompt: “How long have you been standing there?”, mutual pining + accidentally eavesdropping
pairing: edmund pevensie x reader
warnings: none, just fluff and lots of second-hand embarrassment!
word count: 1155
a/n: a dupatta is a traditional indian/pakistani scarf. reader is meant to be a brown (desi) girl anyways, i wrote this as a valentines’ day gift for my friend
She stood at the prow of the ship, basking in the sunlight, her red dupatta flowing around her, making the water in front of her look set on fire.
Edmund knew his time in Narnia would not last and yet he had started to fall in love with her. Her wit, her laughter, the way she hid her face in her hands when she was embarrassed.
Caspian had introduced them after fishing Ed, Lucy and Eustace out of the ocean and on to his majestic ship, The Dawn Treader. She was Caspian’s cartographer and friend. They had briefly met before when, Edmund and his siblings had come to Narnia’s aide to de-throne the wicked King Mirza, Caspian’s treacherous uncle, though the two of the had barely enough time to glance at one another before Ed and his siblings had to go back to their world.
He had got to know her better during their Quest to rescue the Seven Lost Lords of Narnia, his admiration for her had not gone unnoticed by his meddlesome sister, Lucy, being a Queen of Narnia did not stop her from arranging ‘accidents’ where Edmund was somehow left with his crush, some very awkward and quiet affairs. Lucy seemed determined to expose his crush and play matchmaker.
Though Edmund was sure that [y/n] held no romantic feelings for him and was convinced that she and Caspian were interested in each other. She always seemed to be comfortable around him and whenever Edmund approached the two of them they’d always quite down and [y/n] would avoid glancing at Caspian, who always seemed to be smirking.
Edmund had woken at dawn and decide to see go up and start his day. He carefully and silently walked out of the sleeping quarters. The wind caressed his hair, as he cautiously stepped on to the main deck trying to avoid treading on his cousin, Eustace, whom had been turned into a sandy golden colored dragon. Eustace had curled his body tightly around the ship’s mast, even so his large his tail hung off the side of the Dawn Treader.
He knew this problem needed to be solved soon, as much as he didn’t prefer that annoying twerp’s talking, his ginormous size was a slight problem he knew Eustace was a fire hazard and Ed was very sure his Uncle wouldn’t be happy with a dragon as a son, nor would Edmund have any way to explain it.
Looking to the bow of the ship Edmund saw Caspian and [y/n], he walked towards them not bother to call out as it would wake the sleeping dragon and interrupt their conversation. As he got closer, he was able to see how [y/n]’s skin glowed in the morning light and she looked beyond radiant with her dupatta wrapped loosely around her neck, staring off into the distance. Looking at the scowling expression on her face he truly didn’t understand how Caspian was looking so smug.
“-so, you aren’t enamored with him?” Hearing that Edmund stopped in surprise, his quest to find a way past Eustace’s snout was forgotten as he strained to hear who they were talking of.
"Caspian, were it not for the fact that you can swim, I would push you off this boat and let you drown." [y/n] stated as she turned to glared up at Caspian.
"Oh, come on” Caspian moaned out, “you know you can’t lie to me and you know what!” he said, as though struck with a stroke of genius. A smirk plastered on Caspian’s face as he spoke, “As your King I orde—”
“Cas, you are abusing your power...” [y/n] stated. Her face morphed into a playful look of betrayal as she grasped one of Caspian’s arms and she jestfully began to push him as though she was going to throw him overboard. “I should do the people of Narnia a service and have us rid of yo-.”
“Then, as your once King,” Biting back a smile, he looked up regally. “I request one wish before you dispose of me.” Caspian dramatically whispered, “I beg of you, tell me the truth.” [y/n] scoffed. ”Oh, wonderous maiden, do you like King Edmund?”
This had Edmund’s heart beating so loud he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hear what the answer was. And unbeknownst to him this had [y/n]’s face heating up.
“I- You’re so stubborn.” [y/n]’s proclaimed as a look of defeat overtook her face. A look that counted as a battle won in Caspian’s eyes. “If I- Aslan’s mane, he jus-” she stammered, turning away from Caspian before she confesses her truth. “Aslan help me, he just so handsome and kind and he makes me so nervous, but it doesn’t matter okay, cause he doesn’t even like me, okay!” She bemoans, arms flapping around her before protectively folding them over her chest, words falling out before she can stop them.
Caspian reached out resting his arm on her shoulders, his mischievous smile on his face. “So, I was right all along, you do like him, huh?” He began to laugh as [y/n] slapped him away scowling.
She stepped away from him and crossed her arms, “It doesn’t matter Cas. He’s a King and I... I am just a cartographer of no noble blood.” Seeing Caspian’s face furrow after her statement she raised her hand and hurried to finish, “And it doesn’t matter because he come from another land and he’ll have to go back Cas.”
Caspian’s pursed his lips and looking into his eyes, [y/n] could see the beginning of some sort of ridiculous plan forming in his mind. “Cas, I- if you say or do anything will feed you to his cousin- dragon, I swea—” the end of her threat caught in her throat, her finger was pointing at Eustace, well where Eustace’s face was but standing there was the very King they had been speaking of.
“King Edmund…” [y/n] mumbled, face burning with embarrassment fully aware of Caspian’s concern at her panic. “How long have you been standing there-?“ She finally forced out.
Edmund feeling guilty had started speaking at the same time, “I- I promise I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, I swear!” He approached her, pink splattering his checks, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “..but I heard... enough”
“Oh...” her heart felt like it had turned to stone and dropped to the bottom of the ocean, like an anchor It kept her from moving, she was unable to look away from his eyes.
“I-I like you too!” Edmund stuttered out, his face turning a darker shade of red.
“Aslan, help us all,” Caspian grunted, watching the two of them stumble through their feelings had been frustratingly humorous. “Lucy is going to be very upset she slept and missed this. I suppose I won our little bet though, as technically [y/n] confessed first.” His chuckled as he saw the shock on their faces.
A/N: This has been in my drafts for months (maybe even a full year??) and I just want to post something on this blog cause I feel guilty and I’m in my Chuck feels.
Chuck’s not the best at communication, with his trust issues and the fear of losing someone if he lets himself care too much.
He doesn’t always say what he feels and finds it hard to say what he wants. He finds talking about his feelings hard to do.
While talking is definetly something Chuck struggles with he tries to show you how he feels. He’s a lot softer than he seems at first glance.
He absolutely loves cuddling, anytime he can hold you in his arms he does. You two spend a lot of your time cuddling.
If he sees someone else flirting with you he’ll usually just shows up next to you, places an arm around your waist and GLARES.
Chuck gets very jealous very easily and needs reasurance that you love him, but he’d never admit that.
He’s not really a fan of PDA.
He likes being the little spoon, because damnit it feels good to be held after having to deal with Kaiju.
After missions he loves laying with his head on your chest as you play with his hair, helps to relax him.
When you’re together sits with his arm slung over/behind you chair.
Neck Kisses.
The first time he tells you he loves you is in between desperate kisses after a close call with a Kaiju.
Max has his own place in your room and stays with you when Chuck and Herc go to fight.
Scott and the rest of the pack would have to approve of you, they are gonna be hanging out with you love birds a lot.
So many adventures - sure their fun but hanging out with were-creatures is very much a full time job.
Stiles trying his best to be romantic and getting you cute gifts to show you how important you are to him.
PDA! Stiles is very into physical contact. He’s nearly always touching you in some way or another.
Being the most childish, most fun, most cheesy and most sarcastic couple out there.
Study dates that turn into make-out sessions.
Being super weird with each other and not worry about being judged.
Him being super over-dramatically and trying to distract you with kisses when you’re busy.
Stiles’ is well as Liam put it “an attention whore. Stiles gets incredibly grumpy and irritable if you start to ignore him.
Couch cuddles. Bed cuddles. While you’re busy trying to do work cuddle. He just loves cuddling.
Stiles climbing through your open window at night and nearly getting a lamp to the face because he just wants to go to sleep next to you and cuddle.
Having Star Wars marathons over and over and over aging and enjoying it because the franchise makes Stiles happy and he just loves to ramble and give you a running commentary of every scene.
Nose kisses, forehead kisses, neck kisses, passionate kisses, angry kisses, kisses in general.
You had gotten hurt on the last mission. You had gone with Isabelle, Jace and three other Shadowhunters, split into groups of two, to find a rogue group of Valentine’s followers. You had walked into an ambush though, you had fought but one of Valentine’s lackeys had got a lucky blow to your head and had then stabbed you in the side. Jace and the others had appeared just in time, Izzy was by your side trying to draw a healing rune on your arm, that was the last thing you remembered before passing out. Turns out the rune didn’t work, Izzy was too drained and Jace had ended up carrying you back to the Institute, you were never gonna hear the end of that.
A knock on the door had brought you back to reality, you were in the infirmary. You turned your head in the bed, leaning against the door frame was Jace.
“You’re awake.“ Jace said, standing by the door, a smile spreading on his face. And that was all it took for your to blush. “How you feeling?”
“Yeah, not feeling to good, feel like someone ran me over and feeling a little holey.” You said as you tried sitting up. “Woah, be careful,” he said as he rushed over to the infirmary bed. “Don’t need you opening any of your stitches!” He put his hands on your back as he helped you find a comfortable position. “Huh, holy?” He questioned as he began registered your words, his hands leaving your back but hovering over you.
“Yep, I’m getting to be too much like swiss cheese,” you babbled, too embarrassed to actually explain your joke. Looking up you were met with his eyes, his face was so close to yours. “Runes can only do so much for this,” you muttered as your hands vaguely waved at your body. “Anyways, what happened after I went down?” You squeaked out, trying to move the conversation away from you. “Is Alec still gonna make me write up a report?” You groaned out as you remembered the stupid protocol.
"Oh, yeah no need for you to worry about that,“ Jace mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wrote mine and got Alec to let you off,” he blushed, looking intently at the floor. “You’re still gonna have to talk to him, but no report.”
“Thanks, Jace.” You said, as you placed your hand on his arm, bringing his attention back to your face. “I, just-” you said as you quickly placed a small kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for saving me and well for everything.”
“Oh,” Jace exclaimed. “Maybe I should save you from paper work more often, wonder what that would get me?” He smirked as he watched you blush.
“Who knows Wayland?” You replied, not sure where the confidence came from, probably the head injury. “Maybe it’ll get you an actual kiss.” You suggested, face burning.
“Is that a promise?” Jace asked as he moved closer.
“It’s a maybe-” you replied, sneaking glances at his lips.
“Well then,” he suddenly smiled, as he began walking towards the door. “I guess I’ll just have to leave you to get better and learn more excuses.“ Jace turned smirking, "Can’t wait to get that kiss, beautiful!” He said before he left your sight.
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