#(Leaves flower on his grave) you did good kid

[ultimateanthropoll]

ROUND 2 SIDE A: Puppet Fight Part 2!

Duck (duck; Don't Hug Me I'm Scared) vs. Kermit the Frog (frog; The Muppets

PROPAGANDA UNDER THE CUT!

Duck:

"I have never seen Duck being called an anthro but I think it would be funny if a puppet was on this list (plus he fits the criteria methinks). He almost never wins a poll and it's become a running joke in the fandom and I think we should continue this trend (or break it idk)."

Kermit:

Propaganda with pictures <3

#this is me putting Bodoque to rest btw #(Leaves flower on his grave) you did good kid #duck dhmis #dhmis #don't hug me i'm scared #kermit the frog #the muppets #also ik there was additional propaganda for Duck but I'm only gonna link the ones that really go off on a tangent #round 2 #poll tournament

[saberlight1]

promises & melodies — coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, established relationship, buzzcut!snow, slight possessive snow, kind of toxic snow, fluff, Y/N usage, standard hunger games warnings.

authors note: hiii. so i can’t even really explain myself if i’m being honest.. tom blyth is too fine i’m sorry finnick 😔. part 2 is linked here, part 3 here. but i hope you all enjoy, much love!

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A bright smile adorned your face as you ran through the flower field with your cousins, Lucy Gray & Maude Ivory.

You and the Covey were showing your boyfriend, Coryo, the secret spots of paradise you had found during your time in District 12. Since the Seam wasn’t the most peaceful place, you and your family opted to find your own sanctuary.

You always had, specially when you were kids, before you got rounded up by the peacekeepers. You all moved where the wind took you, never staying in one spot for long.

You missed it.

But, this was okay, you thought to yourself. You still had some of the people you cherished most, some you had lost along the way.

You were grateful regardless, enjoying the time you spent with your loved ones.

Lucy Gray’s laugh rang in your ears as Maude began to sing another one of her tunes she had came up with.

Out of breath, the three of you slowed down, walking at a normal place.

“Lord, that kid. She’ll be singing until she goes to the grave.” You joked, your thick accent smiling with your features.

Lucy laughed with you, locking your elbow with hers. “Sounds like a good way to go if you ask me.”

You nodded.

Lucy Gray sent a smile your way before breaking off to catch up to Maude Ivory, who was bent down ahead of you, looking at some swamp potato, or Katniss, as Lucy liked to call it.

You shook your head with a smile as you heard Lucy tell her for the 10th time that it was too early for it to be ripe. Sighing softly, you enjoyed the flowers surrounding you, the sunshine on your skin, and the wind in your hair.

That was until you felt the grip of your lover on your hips, your heart immediately soaring in your chest.

He walked with you, his hands still on you as he came to walk beside you now.

“It’s beautiful out here,” You murmured.

He looked to you with a smile, the hand that was around your waist now going to grip your hand. “Where did you say we were going again?”

“To the lake.” You smiled. “Maude Ivory found it a couple months ago when we were explorin’.”

He hummed in delight. “Haven’t swam in ages.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll love it,” You linked your arm with his, leaning your head on his shoulder with a smile. “It’s almost as gorgeous as you, darlin’.” You teased.

He shook his head, breaking eye contact with you. “I doubt that.”

“You’ll see, Snow.”

After more walking and chasing after Maude, you and the Covey finally arrived.

Maude immediately took off, running into the water, the others following suit.

You turned to Coryo with a grin as you slipped off your sundress, leaving you in your cyan swimsuit. With a wink, you turned on your heel and ran for the water, diving in.

When you resurfaced, you were met with a splash of water and saw white hair emerging from the water.

You felt his hands creep up your back before you saw him, a smile gracing your face. He gripped your waist, pulling you into his chest as he kissed your head.

You sat in his embrace for a while, simply enjoying your time with the boy.

“Thank you for this,” He whispered into your hair. “I mean it.”

You turned around in his arms. “What do you mean?”

“For taking me out here, showing me your space. And taking me away from that god awful district.” He joked with a smile.

You laughed. “You’re right. It’s wretched. If it wasn’t for the Covey, I would’ve made a run for it a while ago.”

He stopped for a moment at your words, his eyebrows furrowing. “You would?”

You nodded. “Yes. I hate it here. The peacekeepers rounded us up a year or two ago. Killed my and Lucy Gray’s mama in the process. A lot more too.” You sighed, looking down at the water. “Before, it was so nice. We had our own family. Since we been here… It’s been a struggle, I’ll tell you that much.”

His hand came up to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry. I’ll make sure that’ll never happen again.”

“You can’t promise that, Coryo. And that’s okay.” You sadly smiled, taking his hand and kissing it before swimming to your family.

The white-haired boy stood still in the water, watching you swim away as he processed your words.

He’d prove you wrong.

He was sure of it.

After all, Snow lands on top, and he was surely taking you with him. No matter what.

#tbosas #coriolanus snow fluff #coryo snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coryolucy #the hunger games #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #corio snow #coriolanus fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #the covey

[too-much-tma-stuff]

No Body to Bury

This is a full dead spin off of another one shot I read about Danny being given flowers for his grave by a child.

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The Justice League had been working with Phantom for a while now, not consistently, but he showed up when they were dealing with something ~spooky~, and he’d given them a way to contact him. They called him in to consult, or to back them up sometimes because he was a bit of a power-house. At first they had thought the name was part of his shtick, after all his powers were ghostly enough and there was something satisfying about having a theme.

They had started to suspect something when the child citizen had given him flowers for his grave, and his delighted reaction. It could have just been a kid happy to get a gift, but it wasn’t, it was clearly more then that and Batman had had a flashback to one of Constantine’s crash course lesson’s on supernatural, the one on ghosts. Graves were very important to them, as were morning gifts like flowers and candles, whatever was culturally appropriate.

None of them knew where Phantom’s grave was, Batman had tried to find it, to find anything about the ghosts life and death, but there wasn’t much. Not before he became a hero in Amity park, so he could maybe guess that the other had died in Amity (if he had died), but there was no deaths that matched up with his appearance. The closest thing was a boy named Danny but he had gone missing years after Phantom showed up, and he’d never been declared dead officially. More was impossible to find, even after the GIW had been disbanded the information they had destroyed about the town couldn’t all be retrieved.

Since Batman didn’t know where Phantom’s grave was he couldn’t leave flowers on it directly which meant he had to actually give them to the ghost boy. It was a bit uncomfortable the first few times, and his kids made fun of him for being emotionally repressed but… it made Phantom so happy, and brought him closer and closer to Batman. He had already started to see Phantom as one of his kids, even if he knew he’d never get the ghost to come back to the manor. The gifts helped, he found that Phantom also liked to receive food, he even picked at it sometimes even though it seemed he didn’t need to eat. Sharing meals with him was a good excuse to actually talk some though, Batman would listen and eat his own food as Phantom picked at his and rambled about space, about recent fights he’d been in, and people he’d met.

Through all that Batman managed to learn more about the young hero, about what he valued, and what he did when he wasn’t being a hero. Apparently he spent a lot of time off world but exploring rather then being a hero to the galaxy. Batman had a feeling superman would be upset by that, that Phantom could be doing more good then he was and was choosing not to. But the ghost was clearly still a kid, or at least had been when he died, and he was plenty heroic, he didn’t need to be dealing with universal threats at maximum sixteen years old, Batman felt bad calling him in for the planetary threats, but sometimes it was unavoidable.

As they got closer Phantom started to let other things slip, that he’d had a sister, and a couple of close friends that he still watched over when he could. When Batman had asked if those people knew he was dead Phantom had fallen silent for a full minute and then changed the subject entirely, Batman hadn’t pushed it that time. If he had Phantom would have retreated, but as it was they kept having lunch together, and the boy let more and more slip. Including more stories about those friend he must have had while he was alive, it was during one of those that he let his name slip.

“So my sister said to me, ‘Danny you should-‘” his mind seemed to catch up with his mouth and he froze, Batman was still too but when Phantom started to fade from view he spoke up.

“Phantom, wait, why don’t we leave the tower and go somewhere private. We can talk secret identities, I’ll tell you mine too,” Batman promised, he thought it was the best way to make Danny feel better, besides he did trust Phantom.

Danny hesitated before fading back into full visibility and nodding, “Alright,” He agreed, looking very young and vulnerable. “Do you mind if I fly us down to earth? I’ll keep you safe from space,” He asked and Batman nodded, letting Danny grab his arms and phase them through the building and out. Danny flue quickly back down to the earth, the side facing away from the sun so it was the middle of the night, putting Batman down in the middle of an abandoned park, landing as well and going to sit on the swing set.

Batman followed, sitting down next to the young hero and trying hard not to think about Ace, another talented and powerful person who went through to much and died to young. Once he was sat down Bruce sighed and took off his cowl, showing his face to the other young hero. “I’m Bruce Wayne,” He said with a wry smile when he saw familiar recognition cross over Danny’s face.

“No way, that makes so much sense,” Danny cackled, which wasn’t the reaction Bruce was expecting. He’d ask about that later, instead he just gestured for Danny to introduce himself next.

“Danny Fenton,” the kid introduced, holding out his hand with an impish little smile. Bruce chuckled and shook it as if this was the first time they’d met instead of having known each other for nearly a year.

“I know that name,” Bruce hummed thoughtfully, back peddling a little when Danny tensed. “Sorry, worlds greatest detective and all, I did a bit of research on Amity Park when you joined us to see if I could track you down. I had ruled that out because your civilian identity didn’t go missing for two years until after you showed up as Phantom. Does that mean you’re not, well, dead?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck at the awkward question.

“Oh, no, I’m very dead,” Danny said with a bitter chuckle, pushing himself to rock on the swing a little. “But I didn’t die for a couple of years after I got my powers, not fully. I don’t think most people understand what it’s like to die twice,” He said, looking down, already pale hands going white around the knuckles with how tight he was holding the chains.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” Batman said softly, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on his knees. “But if you want to talk, I’ll listen, and I won’t break your confidence,” Bruce assured, they sat quietly for a few more minutes before Danny sighed and looked away.

“My parents were.. well probably best classed as mad-scientists. I loved them and they loved me but they were obsessed with ghosts and with discovery, it was always a tossup which was more important. I would join them in their lab to get their attention, and it was often my job to clean up after them. I ended up being micro-dosed on this stuff they called ectoplasm a lot which probably helped when the accident happened. My parents were trying to build a portal to the ‘ghost-zone’, what Constantine calls the infinite realms. It didn’t work at first, not till I stepped inside it, then it opened and it electrocuted me at the same time as flooding me with that weird glowing green ooze. It killed me and resurrected me simultaneously but not properly.

“Instead of actually bringing me back to life it bound my ghost back to my own body so I became the ghost possessing myself. That’s when I started working as a hero, while I was still partially alive.” He paused, swinging for a moment while Bruce stayed quiet and still, trying not to think about what Danny’s homelife must have been life, or how much it must have hurt to be killed like that.

“After a while the GIW showed up, they tried to catch me, but my parents had been trying to catch or destroy me as phantom for years. The GIW weren’t nearly as competent as the Red Huntress, so I avoided and ignored them. But I started to take it for granted and dismiss them, I didn’t pay enough attention, and they finally got the drop on me. I don’t want to talk about everything they did to me, but it was bad, and it was to much for my human half,” Danny stopped again and bit his lip, there was a hitch in his breathing that told Bruce exactly why Danny was hiding his eyes.

“Danny died, but it turned out that being half human was sort of holding back what I was capable of as a ghost,” He snickered with a little bit of bitter, vicious glee. “They couldn’t hold me anymore, all their little devices got left on my corpse when they forced me out and I destroyed the lab. After that I just… couldn’t go back to my life, it’s not natural. I died, they need to grieve me. That’s- that’s how it works.”

“And did they? Did you… get a burial?” Bruce asked, because he hadn’t seen anything about it in the news. His fear was confirmed when Danny took a deep breath and shook his head.

“No, I didn’t leave my body in the wreckage. I was worried… scratch that, I knew my parents would cremate me to try and keep me from coming back as a ghost, because they didn’t know I already was one. And that would weaken my connection to this world. I need to protect people, it’s half my purpose, I need a connection to this world.”

“Where did you hide it?” Batman asked, his breath catching when he saw Danny’s eyes flash a dangerous red.

“Why do you want to know?” He growled, bearing teeth that were sharper then they usually were. “You gonna give it back to my family for ~closure~? Destroy it yourself to curtail my power? I know Constantine is scared of me, he’d like that.”

Bruce immediately held his hands up in a placating gesture, of course Danny would be protective of his body. “No nothing like that Danny, I promise,” He said quickly. “But I just remember from what I’ve been told about ghosts, having a grave is important and, if you wanted, I would like to see you get a proper burial. It’s your body, you should get to control what happens to it but if you wanted a grave, a funeral, we have a protected graveyard for fallen heros. You’d fit right in,” He said with a uncertain smile.

Danny relaxed slowly, his eyes going back to green and his expression turning contemplative, looking back down as he thought about the offer. “Maybe… maybe,” He murmured. “It would be nice to have a grave, I’ve been leaving the flowers near my body in the ghost zone but… it would be nice to have a grave. I can feel the longing, the instinct. It feels bad to not have… have that, have something.

“But… I am scared. Would you be willing to- if you do an empty coffin funeral and burial for me, I’ll put my body in it, once the coffin is in the protected ground I can phase my body into it?” He asked, looking up at Batman worriedly and it was so obvious Danny was just a kid, a neglected boy who had been unlucky enough to die violently twice.

“Of course Danny, however you feel most comfortable,” Batman assured. Watching as Danny took a deep breath, more out of habit then anything, then nodded firmly.

“Then, I would like that. I know I am still here in a way so it feels weird having a funeral for me but, I still died, and I’d like to be remembered.” He murmured uncertainly.

“Of course, I understand. We didn’t get rid of my son’s grave when he came back because he still died. Being brought back, in any way, doesn’t really undo that,” Bruce sympathized, finally getting a small smile from Danny.

“Thank you Bruce, you’re a good guy. Now… do you need a lift back to the watchtower?”

“Yes please,” Bruce agreed with a sigh, finally standing up and pulling his hood back on. He had a funeral to plan.

"When we do have the funeral, can you ask your son to come? I'd like to meet him," Danny asked and Batman hummed, not sure how to explain the complicated relationship he had with Jason now.

"I'll try," He agreed, that was the best he could do really.

Part 2: here

#dc x dp #danny phantom #bruce wayne #batman #full dead AU #fanfiction #no shipping #Danny gets a funeral #batdad #unedited #will edit and post on AO3 later

[holylulusworld]

Flowers (4) - Daisy

Summary: The meaning of a daisy flower can be purity, innocence, new beginnings, joy, and cheerfulness.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of FWB arrangement, groveling, communication is important

Flowers (3) - Soapwort

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Bucky was pacing back and forth. He looked at the flowers at the flower shop, and stopped in his tracks, only to shake his head. “These are all wrong,” he sighed deeply and turned back around to leave the shop. “I need something special.”

“Do you know her favorite flower?” Steve looked around the flower shop, wondering if red roses were the right choice. “Buck, are you sure buying more flowers is a good idea? Maybe she’ll believe you only try to give her flowers because you gave one to Dot.”

“It was one flower, Steve,” the brunette super-soldier was just done. “I got that it looked like more than a friendly gesture to Y/N. But please, stop getting on my nerves.” Bucky harrumphed and walked toward the orchids. “She’s got a lot of these…”

“Hmm…pretty plant but it should be something more…personal,” the blonde pointed out. “Be romantic. Show Y/N she’s more to you than a fling you like to bang in the broom closet.”

“I never,” Bucky growled and raised his metal index finger at Steve, “once had sex in a broom closet with Y/N. She’s a lady.”

“May I help you, Sirs?” the clerk asked, clearly irritated by the fact that two super-soldiers walked around the small flower shop to find the perfect gift for someone. “What is the occasion?”

“He,” Steve pointed at his friend, “messed up epically. Now we are looking for the perfect flower to say: I was an idiot, please forgive me and take my pathetic ass back.”

Bucky threw his friend an angry look. “Do you have something making her forgive me?” he asked instead of punching Steve’s face. “I need the biggest bouquet you can make me.”

“If you want my advice, Sir,” she stepped closer to pat Bucky’s shoulder, “choose a single flower and tell her how you feel. Apologize and promise to never do whatever you did again.”

“See, that’s good advice,” Bucky muttered. He wrinkled his nose and tried to remember which flower you liked. Steve and the clerk watched him close his eyes. He sighed deeply and snapped his eyes back open. “I know which one! She has some of them pressed in a book…”

“Doll, please open the door,” Bucky knocked at your door again. For over an hour, he tried to make you talk to him. “I know you are angry at me, and that you hate me right now.”

“What do you want Barnes,” you ripped the door open and glared at Bucky. While looking him up and down, your eyes landed on the single daisy he held in his gloved hand. 

“I came to apologize and to tell you that you got it wrong,” he shook his head. “No, that’s wrong. I meant that it looked like I wanted more than cheering a new colleague up. I swear on my sister’s grave that I’d never touch that woman. I only want you, doll. You know that in your heart.”

You hummed and looked at him again. He looked tired and desperate. “A daisy,” you glanced at the single flower. “You remembered.”

“Yeah,” he nodded eagerly. “You told me about that art class you and your friend took together. She made a bookmark for you, using a pressed flower you picked when you were a kid.”

“You really listened to what I said,” you wrapped your hand around his wrist, tugging at it. “Fine, come in.”

“You made her one too,” he said while following you inside your apartment. 

“Buck, please stop talking about other people,” you closed the door and walked toward the living room. “You wanted to talk, so talk.”

“Doll,” Bucky carefully handed you the daisy, “I’m so sorry. I bought the sunflowers for you because they looked like you. Bright, beautiful, and kinda sweet.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “And how did one of them end up in Dolores's hands?”

“She said that everyone forgot her birthday. I know how it feels to be new on the team and an outcast. Doll, I swear all I wanted was to make her feel welcome. Baby, I’m so sorry that I hurt you with my good intentions.”

“Prove it,” you pursed your lips. “If you bought more than one sunflower, how did you pay?”

“I used the credit card Stark gave me,” he sniffed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “You can ask him to check on all the stuff I bought.”

“Dolores's birthday is in four months,” you puckered your lips. “She tricked you."

“I didn’t know that Y/N,” he watched you step closer to grab his hand and guide him toward the couch. “Please believe me.”

“You smiled at her.”

He sighed. Again. “Baby,” he flashed you a sexy smirk, “all my smiles are only for you. I smiled at her, but it was a fake smile.” 

“Really?” You pushed him onto the couch to crawl into his lap. “I will find out the truth if you lie to me, Bucky.”

“I’d never lie to you, Y/N,” he whispered when you cupped his face with both hands. “I wanted to show you my feelings that day. I bought flowers and prepared a perfect day but then you avoided me.”

“We should talk more about feelings. This happened because we never defined our relationship.”

“Y/N, I love you.”

“I love you too…”

Flowers (5) - Honeysuckle

Tags in reblog.

#Flowers (4) - Daisy #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes angst

[redheadspark]

Is it too early to drop a request for the prompt? This is my first *ever* request, so I don't know how this actually works.

Mine is #8 and #15 with Az.

It's a personal one that is close to my heart. I'd love that kind of energy in my life, and maybe a good fic will help manifest that for me. 😉

I love your work, and I appreciate the effort you put into what you do! Thank you so much.

A/N - Aww this is great! This might be more of a somber piece, but I think it's great! Let me know what you think! I hope you like it!

Grief

Summary - Azriel knows a thing or two about grief, and he vows to never leave you in it.

Warnings - mostly angst with a hint of fluff in the end :)

The cool air was hitting you along your backside as you were kneeling in front of the small patch of new grass, the clouds above were giving off a shield over your head while you were holding a fresh bouquet of flowers in your hand.  The meadow was cleared out, which is rare for a weekend since it would be filled to the brim with Velaris citizens to enjoy the weather. But that day everyone was in town, shopping for winter solstice that was right around the corner.  You would have been joining them if you could, but not that day.

Not on the anniversary of your mother’s birthday.

Her grave was tucked away at a secluded piece of land, owned by Rhysand and used just for his family.  It was a gift he wished to bestow on you when your mother passed away, making sure it was always well-kept and maintained.  Being the ever-loving cousin that he was, he never wished for you to stress over the gravesite or the funeral, but you did. She was the one woman who raised you since you were an infant on her own, not leaning on others for help and making sure you could survive in the world on your own.  You did, all thanks to her, and her sudden death at the hands of King Hybern and his invasion into Velaris devastated you to your core.

You were a wreck, but your mate stayed at your side.

Even now as you were placing the fresh flowers from Elaine’s personal garden on the grave, you knew he was standing not too far away and giving you the space you needed to both grieve and breathe.  You sensed him, you always have since you two met as teenagers and then became mates 300 years ago.  He knew how to show he was close by without saying a single word, which made you grateful for him as you took in a long breath and looked at the small slab of marble that was in the ground.  Placing the flowers on top of the grave, you hummed.

“All is well here, Mother,” You replied, your voice softly floating in the air as the grass was swaying in the wind, “There’s peace again here in Velaris as we get ready for Winter Solstice.  It was your favorite holiday, as was mine.  It still is, and you should see the house and how we decorated it, plenty of garland and holly from head to toe.  I think Elaine went a bit overboard this year, but I can’t say no to her,”

You chuckled wetly, a few tears were hitting your cheeks as you felt a small sliver of a shadow licking against your arm.  You hummed, knowing who It was as the shadow swirled around your fingers, a silent request to join you.  You nodded once, the shadows flicking away then the soft sound of boots in the grass coming your way from behind.

“We all miss you, Mother,” You continued, the footsteps stopping right behind you as you wiped some tears away briskly, “It’s not the same without you here.  I know I miss you the most, I miss your laugh in the morning during coffee, I miss you telling Rhysand and Cassian to stop bickering with one another like they did when they were kids, and I miss hugging you.  Your embraces were always home to me, and I’ve been missing them so,”

A scarred yet gentle hand was placed on your shoulder then, the faintest of pressure along there as you sighed and more tears fell.  

“Azriel and I have been well.  Your shop is running so well, Mother.  You should see it, we’re almost sold out every day which helps in remodeling our home that you wanted us to have,” Once again you paused, clutching your fingers together a bit more as you were trying to find the right words in what you wanted to say.  Wounds still felt fresh under your skin, past memories of the first year without your mother were flooding back to you and how hard those nights were.  Not having her guidance or words of wisdom, not having her times of counsel when you were at a crossroads.  

He knew of your mother and admired her for not only raising you on her own but also being a support for him, Cassian, and Rhsyand as you were all growing up together.  He spoke to her about courting you, then later asking for your hand in marriage.  His respect for her was massive, to which your mother loved him all the more and approved instantly.

“I know you will love my daughter and treat her as your equal, Azriel.”

“I swear to you, I will,”

Azriel was the backbone you needed to get through that dark time, holding you every night when you were in tears, always sitting at your side when you were lost in thought, during his love to you every chance he could. Azriel knew the guilt you carried in not protecting your mother during the attack in the town square, finding you hunched over her body and screaming into the void as no life was evident in her.  That whole day was etched in tragedy and in pain.  Hearing his voice brought you peace during those rougher nights.

“Why do you always think you have to do everything on your own?” Azriel asked against your head as you were snuggled against him in bed one summer night, his fingers raking through your hair and your legs intertwined, “I vowed to carry your burdens in dire times, sweetheart.  You gotta let me,”

“I can’t,” You mourned into his shirt as he kissed your cheeks and shook his head.

“You can.  I can no longer stomach seeing you got through this on your own.  Grieving alone will kill you, baby.  I won’t let you do that to yourself, you hear me?” He asked, you looking up at him and seeing his own eyes glistening a bit with tears.  Tears from seeing you in pain, tears from not knowing how else to ease your pain and sorrow, and tears from simply thinking you were slipping away from him.  You were grateful for him, the stubborn Illryian that he was to simply not let you out of his sight.  You knew he also knew pain from his childhood and how true a mother’s love was.  

You gave him the softest smile, and for the first time in a long time, you felt your mating bond hum and flutter in simple love and affection.  It was safe to say your love for one another was simple and yet intense, mixed together in years of friendship and mutual respect.  

“I can’t lose you either,” He stated to you as you held him a bit tighter, “I’ll do whatever it takes to bring that light in your eyes again, the same light I fell in love with when we were young.  But losing you is not an option, not with me. I won’t survive in this world without you by my side,” He traced a few tears away with his scarred thumb, “I hate seeing you like this.  Please..let me help.”

So you let him in, and you felt your heart preparing itself slowly but surely.

Azriel knelt down next to you, a bundle nestled in his arm showing an infant baby sound asleep and tucked away in a warm cotton blanket.  You grinned at the sight, reaching over to tuck the blanket in a bit more under the chin of your babe, who cooed and snuggled into Azriel some more as the dark thick hair contrasted with the light yellow blanket.  Looking from the babe to Azriel, you saw him smile with a hint of love and pride in those hazel eyes, then finally looking back at the grave in front of you.

“I want you to meet someone, Mother.  This is your granddaughter,” You said softly, your voice no longer having pain but a sense of hope, “She was born in the summer, on the hottest day of the year actually.  Madja said she was born a week early, and almost didn’t make it through the night since she was too tiny.  But I knew, mother.  I knew she was a strong babe and she would bring us joy, and she has.  Her laugh reminds me of bells, she has her father’s eyes and my freckles, but I think she has your smile.  I wish you could have held her, she’s so soft and little but I knew she’s fierce,”

“Like her mother,” Azriel hummed next to you, having you grin again.  Your daughter was a shock for both you and Azriel, you both heard the news that you were with child and beyond happy.  There were talks of you two wanting to have a family, but nothing too serious.  Perhaps it was perfecting timing then, a new life coming into your little world that was still repairing itself and being made new.  Azriel saw a growing seed inside of you as you were moving along in your pregnancy, a new sense of hope that sprouted from the notion of being a mother and having your own baby to love and care for.

The rest of the Inner Circle was excited for the babe, Nesta throwing a baby shower for you when you were 7 months along, High Lady Feyre painting your nursery from top to bottom with stars and hillsides, and even Rhysand gifting you both with handmade furniture to put in the nursery.  Azriel requested Cassian and Elaine to be the godparents, and you knew that your child was going to have the best family to grow up with and to lean on. 

For that, you were thankful.  The same family that vowed to support you will now support your baby.

You and Azriel walked away from the grave and along the worn path in the meadow, you holding your daughter close in your arms as she was sleeping soundly without a care in the world.  Azriel had a hand along your lower back both as a sense of peace and a sense of familiar protection.  Every time you came to this place, you had moments of grief and sadness that came in small flickers of waves.  But it wasn’t all bad now.  Not with the life you had with your mate, with the Inner Circle, and now with your daughter.

Your daughter, who was named after her grandmother: Adeline Rose 

The End

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#azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel x oc #acotar fic #acotar fanfiction #acotar #a court of wings and ruin #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #fanfiction #writing #acotar imagine #Ariel x female reader #azriel angst #azriel spymaster

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Ep. 10

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here. Also, people stay spoiling this show for me in their reblog tags on my posts, so I know Charles and Jeffrey made a dumb plan but I have no idea what it includes beyond Jeffrey going to Big Red's.

Hand over heart, I think Sonic is really pretty, which is why I haven't fully thought he is a baddie, but I need a reason for him refusing to wear blue! North gets it together every now and then, but Sonic? Boy, quit relying on that face and follow the damn color assignment!

I'm missing something but I thought Charles and Barbara were fine yet here they are fighting, but Charles spidey sense is tingling, so something bad is gonna happen or will he have sex with Barbara like they did last week? And now the glasses are off! They better not have sex on this track.

Barbara is racing?! Dean was racing last week! Was Dean informed of this plot twist? Did Barbara get healed having sex with Charles last week?

You can take the red off the boy but you can't take the red out of the boy. You are acting so sus, Jeffrey! You had a full conversation with Charles and now you are just lurking in the background. Someone spoiled that he and Charles made a plan, but if the plan is murder, he is already failing at not being suspicious.

Another hand-over-heart moment, I have no effin' idea what happened on that race track because there was so many blues then a car went off the track, and I had no real idea who it was, but I do know JEFFREY HAS SOME EXPLAINING TO DO with his suspicious ass!

Big Red lives in the same place he has his cult meetings to show off his superpowered kids? Isn't there a rule of not having cult meetings where you spray your EIGHTY MILLION BONSAI TREES! That seems dumb and contradictory, but I'm not a mega villain so what do I know?

Red is usually an emergency room color, but the red yelling at me as Barbie feels all the bad things that happen in an emergency room is a lot. Charles isn't dead because color-coded boys in love get happy endings, but Barbie is probably feeling everything right now and it probably sucks.

"Don't be suspicious. Don't be suspicious." Jeffrey, you need to make out with Alan quickly to prove you're gay, because you canNOT do crimes, and are about to be in Kentana territory again. Whatever you and Charles planned, it was dumb and Barbie is now crying.

KENTANA! Are you in on this too?!

*Record scratch* Jeffrey went back to Big Red's with the dumb plan he and Charles cooked up involving Charles dying, yes? Yes! Kentana, as Big Red's whatever-he-is, knows of the plan, SO WHY IS HE BEING BEAT UP?! Kentana, break Kimberly out and run away to the beach together. Big Red doesn't even wear red! HE SUCKS! Leave!

Stuck between the blue and the red, I see. A choice has gotta be made, Kentucky Fried Chicken. Wings or Thighs? Legs are not an option. Legs are reserved for the elite squad of Peter, Alan, and Kimberly. You don't get legs! (WHERE IS KIMBERLY?!)

Barbie woke up in black. He has no man, but he has his powers, so either he is about to enter his rich widow era or he is going to go Kill Bill on these bitches.

Horrible take. Awful take. The WORST take, but . . . if Waymond didn't decide to be bad, he would have been the perfect person to comfort Babe and ease Barbie's pain, pero . . . he had to be a little bitch instead.

Oh, NOW you wanna follow the color assignment, Sonic. NOW?!

Well, Jeffrey picked up your mantle with his not-all-black outfit and bright ass white-wrapped flowers. This isn't a wedding, Jeffrey! IT'S A FUNERAL! Jeffrey, a note from The Sign's Dr. Chalothon - FAKE IT! Sir, that empty grave is supposed to be your roommate and partner-in-dumb-crime, yet I haven't seen one single tear from someone who just lost their buddy. You're more sus than the entire cast of Dead Friend Forever. How does Barbara not suspect your ass with his spidey senses?!

Damn you, Saltburn!

KIMBERLY! AND HE'S IN BLUE! *sliding down the wall and sobbing on the floor* MY BABY HAS RETURNED!

Wait! Pause! *squints* Why did Jeffrey bring Kim? And why to Alan's house? What in the Chuck E. Cheese is happening?!

Alan, Jeffrey's roommate is quote-unquote "dead" yet you are living your best life. Can you try to be sad too or are you in on this plan and this is why Kimberly is now looking beautiful on your couch?

The blue is between y'all, but just like Charles and Barbara having sex on every surface when Kimberly was being held hostage, do y'all have no shame? Making heart eyes at each other immediately after burying an empty coffin that was supposed to be Charles. Shame! At least pretend that Charles is dead! Or fill Barbie in on this dumb plan.

Vegas' Hedgehog, you pretty bitch. I hate you.

Barbie is watching the crash, and Jeffrey and Alan are playing footsie over Charles' quote-unquote "grave." But I already know I'm more upset for Barbie than he will be for himself because he'll forgive everyone for this bullshit lie in less than two minutes.

Does Barbara think Waymond killed Charles?! He might be shitty, but he is backed by the blue. He ain't guilty! Go speak to your boyfriend's roommate and his new boyfriend, Barbie!

Oh shit! I wasn't expecting you to actually go talk to them! Hold up! Is that blue on Jeffrey?! Does he actually not have anything to do with Charlie's quote-unquote "death"?

SONIC IS WEARING BLUE IN THE BACKGROUND!

Like I know shit is going down right now because Decanus sabotaged ANOTHER car *Pikachu face* but I don't think he is in on the dumb plan to "kill" Charles so . . . Kimberly wore blue this episode and Sonic is wearing blue (even though I think there is a shimmer of red there), and I'm crying in the club because this is all I wanted, and sorry to all of y'all, but the show could end right here, and I'd be happy.

Oh no. My man is crying. I am no longer happy. I am in pain. Why is he crying so hard? Was Dean his best friend? His brother? This feels personal. Jeffrey, come give our man a hug! Right now! RIGHT FUCKING NOW, JEFFREY!

Seeing Alan cry hurt way worse than anything else that happened. Charles isn't dead, so I'm just upset that Barbie has to cry and more upset that Barbara is going to be cool with whatever dumb plan Charles made without telling him, but Alan's tears were unexpected.

However, Sonic is back on his bullshit next week, so I can't stay in my feels too long.

And I get to see Peter while someone fully commits to the blue.

Oh, and we get to see the dumb-plan-that-made-Barbie-cry in more detail. *Arthur fist* Be upset at Charles for just one episode, Barbara. Just one damn episode, please. He didn't try to assault you like Waymond, but Charles has played with your emotions several times, and I just need you to knock 👏🏾 his 👏🏾 ass 👏🏾 out 👏🏾 too 👏🏾.

#pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they will guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #episode 10 #Kimberly is home! #And he and Sonic wore blue! #I could cry from happiness #but Alan is crying from sadness #and it feels inappropriate for me to be happy #and I have sympathy compared to these men who are happy to flirt #while their friends SUFFER!

[small-sinclair]

Hiii🌙🌙Wanted to ask if you can write headcanons of Johnny Slaughter😖 🙏 of course you don't have to do it🤗⭐ it was just a question.. ☺️😶

I can do that. I don't mind!

Headcanons of Johnny Slaughter

tw: mentions of killings, blood

He is the biggest goofball you'll meet if he doesn't want to kill you. He has a lot of bad puns and jokes.

Just for the heck of it, he says something so out there and watches his family argue/fight. He'll stay quite for a moment with a shit eating grin and leave the madness.

Banned from touching the radio.

Banned from Cook's kitchen.

Banned from Sissy's room (don't ask what happened).

VERY knowledgeable about flowers and butterflies. He has a lot of books over butterflies.

Johnny does like to go to a certain house in town to visit an old woman that reminds him of his grandmother when she was alive. He'll sit with her on the front porch in the summers and listen to her stories even if she already told it. She lives by herself and her family doesn't visit her often, which makes both her and Johnny a bit sad.

I have an hc of him having a long scar on his back that stretches from his upper back and curves to the left side of his bode like a 'J'. He got it when he fell out of a tree.

This man knows how to play the fiddle.

Ask him about his bottle cap collection.

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I think he is a bit overprotective of Bubba. If a victim is making fun of him or taunting him, Johnny would not show mercy as they kill them.

HATES milk. He will never drink it.

He enjoys reading (tell no one).

Can't cook, but knows how to bake! Loves making muffins and cookies!

Johnny has a soft spot for dogs and cats. There's an orange cat that lives in the barn named Froggie; she's Johnny's cat.

He has another cat named Lucky; she's a turtle cat.

Johnny has a dog, too. A German Shepard named Cain.

I actually think he was once in love, but not with the girl he kidnapped (can't remember her name for the life of me). She and Johnny used to play by the watering hole before it dried out. When she got older, she had to move away. Before she did, she kissed Johnny goodbye, giving him his first kiss. He thinks about her from time to time, but shakes it away. If she really loved him, she would've came back and visited, but she hasn't.

Has kissed a guy before when he was drunk. May or may not had a make-out session behind the bar. (He enjoyed it?)

When he's not killing, he's working part time at the town's car shop. He's really good at it, too!

He actually loves kids and wants kids of his own one day, but he won't be able to stay around because of his way of life.

There's a family photo folded in his back pocket he keeps.

Whenever he as a dumb idea, he says it out loud, gets a look from Sissy and Nubbins, and they do it. All three of them share 1 brain cell when it comes to doing something dumb together.

He knows he's adopted, but he's okay with it... sometimes. He does think about what could've been from time to time, but he shakes it off. Nothing tastes sweeter than blood on his lips and Nancy's apple pie.

Johnny is touch starved.

There was this one kill that he remembers and thinks about a lot. It was with a girl about his age. Instead of running with her friends, she went to Johnny. He knew it was an easy kill, but he didn't expect that her last moments was giving him a hug and promising that everything will be okay. He didn't know why he held her close for a while and stayed with her until her last breath. His family ended up having her for dinner, but Johnny made sure he took her bones and charm necklace. He put her bones in a shoe box and buried her in the family grave. Sometimes, he wears the charm necklace and thinks of her, remembering her promise that everything was going to be okay.

#johnny slaughter headcanons #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #johnny tcm #tcm headcanons #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre game #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre headcanons #slasher headcanons #slasher community #slasher

[coffincestuous]

happy may!! you know what that means…

kit9 progress report #5

this time, we get these two images:

brand new andrew sprite!! clearly something is wrong. it isn’t out of the question to assume that this andrew is probably possessed. i don’t think andrew would be making that face while talking to himself about camping of all things. he’s on his own, somewhere, with a perfectly good demon-summoning setup right there! i wonder where ashley is?

and, speaking of ashley, we have the… kind of intense second picture. yeah, i know, cannibalism and incest game and i find her crying to be intense. but, we’ve never seen ashley cry before. we’ve seen her shout whine and pout, and we’ve seen her hysterical, but we’ve never seen her full-on sobbing. she looks so defeated :( her makeup is messy, her eyes are flat, and she just generally doesn’t look like she’s having a nice time. i’ve seen people assume that she’s thinking about andrew here, and i agree! who else could make ashley feel so bad??

(poor girl…)

next, we have a new video!!

here are some screenshots:

lots to dissect here!!

i think this place is the same abandoned place we saw in the previous devlog! which is, of course, the abandoned factory that we know they played at as kids. we don’t see much of the building from the flashbacks with nina in episodes one and two, but the implication is there.

second, andrew accidentally summoned a demon!! as an adult, he’s proud of ashely for doing the same thing. well, hers was on purpose, even if she got there accidentally. anyway, i wonder what kind of “deal” actually happened, because i don’t think this demon hated vegetables like carrots and broccoli. this post proposes that the term “vegetables” has something to do with cannibalism…

…i hope it’s not as ableist as it sounds, but… maybe…?

andy wakes up some time later, laying in the circle when he wasn’t before, and is covered in red flowers. we see these same red flowers in ashley’s demon-dreams. the summoning circle is different than the ones we’ve seen so far, but we learned with andrew and ashley’s parents that the layout of the circle and pentagrams don’t exactly matter when summoning demons. it can be an oval, there could be any number of smaller pentagrams, it’s whatever. that may be because of the trinket ashley has, but lord unknown was able to be summoned instead of ashley’s demon, so who knows!

andy questions how he passed out, and says that he “thought [he] ate enough at lunch.” we already know the graves’ parents aren’t the best, and we know that they severely neglected ashley. we also know that mr. graves neglected andrew, and couldn’t even remember his name. it wouldn’t surprise me if andy and leyley went without food sometimes, or even frequently, or more often than not. and, it wouldn’t surprise me if andrew prioritized ashley eating over himself eating, too. it’s something that i’ll keep in mind going in to episode three!!

we see leyley scream in the video, and the player as andy rushes to her. the youtube video cuts off before andy leaves this room, but it makes me wonder: what would make leyley scream? she isn’t yelling, either at someone or something, and we’ve seen that she’s pretty unimpressed with stuff that’d usually make kids upset (abandoned buildings, dead bodies, murder, horror movies, and more). so, what happened? did she see something? hear something? who or what would make leyley scream?

hmm…

also, a workaround has been found for the technical issues mentioned last devlog, which i’m happy about! they’re now focusing on enhancing the editor tools to hopefully get back on track to “make up for lost time,” as they said. i’m still super excited for episode three!!!

#tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal screencaps #coffin.txt #analysis #devlog

[harbingerscry]

Another?

My Graves brain rot is festering. That's it. That's the message.

This contains NSFW content.

It is rare you get to have a break or some quality alone time. Being a parent to two rowdy ten-year-olds and an NP at a local doctor's office keeps you busy like no other, especially since your husband is often busy with his own job. So imagine your unbridled surprise when you get home one Friday afternoon and the house is eerily quiet. You even check your watch to make sure you didn't accidentally leave work early or something (which was impossible). You're almost tempted to call Phillip but you already know he's home by his black truck parked in the driveway. "Honey?" You finally call out into the silence as you take your shoes off in the entryway. "Yep?" Phillip's voice echoed from the dining room. "Where are Abigail and James?" You begin your quiet march to the dining room, but not getting a response makes your pace quicken.

One look at the dining room made any words waiting on your tongue melt back into your throat. Your favorite flowers were sitting in the centerpiece vase that had been empty for weeks, plates were made and set out, and the aroma was enough to make your mouth water after a day of limited snacking between appointments and a lunch spent researching. Standing right beside it all was your grinning husband dressed casually in a button-up and jeans, hands confidently resting on his hips. "Welcome home baby, and to answer your question they're at my folks." You were stunned, not because this was an uncommon occurrence but because it was almost always planned ahead of time. The look on your face slowly gives way to unrestrained affection, matching Phillip's as you walk forward and gently wrap your arms around his waist. "This is one of the best welcome homes I've had in a while." You place a gentle kiss on his lips but it's his hands that keep you there as he holds your face in his hands, guiding and deepening the kiss at the pace he wants. You do eventually have to give his hip a gentle tap and pull away, if you continue like this there won't be any food left at all. "Let me go put my bag and papers away baby…" You swear you've never seen a grown man pout faster, it made you laugh as you wrangled yourself free from his grabbing hands and made your way to the bedroom to put stuff away.

"Phillip…I love you but this is suspicious." He had been incessant about showing you a gift he had apparently brought home earlier today while everyone was gone. You had an idea of what it could be, especially since you noticed a brand-new swimsuit laid on your dresser. All he could do was roll his eyes from behind you, his hand holding your arm as he herded you to the back patio. "I love you too sweetheart, now hush." He let go of you to slide open the back door, you could hear him scuffling about but it took about a minute before he cleared his throat. "Alright, open your eyes." You had to blink a few times to get your eyes fully focused but the sight was just as romantic as the dining room. The patio was lit up by the string lights you loved and flower petals covered the ground. You stepped out to get a good look at everything and it was then that you spotted the star of the show. "You did not get a hot tub." "I sure did sweet cheeks." Oh God, you were going to have a hell of a time keeping your kids away from it. Before you could protest Phillip was grabbing you and picking you up by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder and causing an undignified squeak to escape your lips. "Phillip!" He was already using the hand not holding your legs down to tug at your pants and underwear. "Gotta get you undressed if we wanna hop in."

You couldn't deny how much you were loving the warm water and jets. As soon as he helped you in it was like your muscles immediately released their tension from weeks of stress. You couldn't help but sink further into the warm water, leaving only your shoulders exposed to the cool night air as you watched your husband undress with practiced ease. He didn't even bother to hide the smirk on his lips when your eyes immediately trailed his toned body, the smirk even seemed to grow as your eyes noticed his half-hard cock. All too happy to stroke his ego further, you licked your lips in barely disguised hunger before a faux pout overtook your features. "I'm awfully lonely in here." Phillip chuckled as he finally climbed into the hot tub, seating himself across from you intentionally. "Guess I could remedy that." You knew this game, you were going to have to close the gap between you two if you wanted more. Lucky for him, you were a sweet partner, always eager to please. It wasn't a moment after he sat down that you were climbing onto his lap, pressing your warm, wet chest against his while your hands instinctually found themselves softly massaging the nape of his neck. The man instantly let out a groan of approval as he squeezed at your hips in return. "So good for me sweet pea." You pressed your lips to his cheek with a hum. That wasn't nearly enough for him though. His hand was quick to hold the back of your neck as he pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss, lips and tongue working in tandem to open your mouth with practiced ease. It felt like heaven when he took control like this, it was addicting in ways you weren't sure you could ever describe. He always had control, you both knew that, but in moments like this, it felt like he was pulling the submission from you slowly instead of demanding it with an iron grip. You loved both ways, but something about this seemed even more intoxicating at the moment.

Surprisingly it wasn't you who pulled away first, but Phillip. His eyes were full of hunger, but there was something in them, the fragment of a question. "Everything okay baby?" Your hands moved up to cup his jaw, thumbs tracing the expanse of his cheeks. "Everything's fine darlin', just gotta question." "What is it?" Your forehead leaned forward to rest against his in a soft display of affection before leaning back so he could answer. "Can we have another?" You knew what he was asking, but just to be sure. "Another what baby?" "Another baby." The hunger never left his eyes as he looked into your own, but it was now twinged with anxiety you rarely saw in him. It was a sudden question, however, you knew it would have come eventually. Your own eyes softened as you gave him a reassuring smile. "If you want that, I think we can work something out." Those must have been magic words because he was on you in a second, pressing kisses to the column of your throat all the way to your lips. It was almost like you'd ripped away all his inhibitions with that one sentence. He made it his mission to fuck every drop of his cum inside you that entire weekend. By the end of it, you were in such a pitiful state Philip had to go get the kids by himself. The first thing they asked was where you were and all Phillip could do was try to hide his shit-eating grin as he told them you were sick and getting some well-deserved rest in bed. Also, that brand-new hot tub needs to be thoroughly cleaned.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #phillip graves #graves mw2 #phillip graves x reader #x female reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader

[fuedalreesespieces]

inuyasha's time on the tree is honestly a subject that fascinates me. imagine you were a kid in the village where this all happened, fifty years ago. you hear rumors of the hanyo skirting around the village, but your parents tell you that miko-sama will take care of it - after all, she's taken care of every demon that's showed on the village doorstep, so this should be no different. and then she dies - the woman you thought was invincible, that everyone told you was invincible, untouchable, dies. she bleeds out surrounded by people, and you hide behind your mother's wrap skirt while you watch the pyre burn, and the smoke pour into the sky. your village's only protector is gone, and in her stead is a little girl around your age, who up until now has only held her sister's quiver. is she able to hold her sister's mantle and all that comes with it? it's a question too heavy for you to think on.

kikyo-sama's murderer - that's what they say he is - is pinned to the tree in the forest. you are forbidden from playing there anymore, but there are days where the ball rolls out of the street and into the foliage, and you chase it over the moss-covered crags until you find yourself there. and at first you're terrified to go any closer, plagued with images of the hanyo stirring to life and attacking you. but he doesn't stir. he doesn't move. he almost doesn't seem to breath, and it is only by the slow rise and fall of his chest, punctured with kikyo's arrow, that you know he must still be alive.

you can't fathom how he still lives.

you ask around. it's a touchy subject, and nobody in the village has anything good to say. the rumors are shrill and inescapable, like cicadas during summer: he charmed her, he bewitched her, he played at being her friend and betrayed her. always, he is the betrayer. you learn nothing from them and there is nothing to unearth. the right people to ask are no longer able to respond. the ones old enough to give you answers speak with restrained anger, rage tightening the skin around their lips. you visit kikyo-sama's grave, leaving flowers with the other villagers, but her empty headstone provides no answers, either.

the hanyo is silent, and the forest grows around him. you had never looked at him before, only knowing his face torn apart in anger and shock, moments before the arrow's magic overtook him. you, against all the chastisements of your parents, and all the recurring tales you've heard of youkai, find yourself at his tree without thinking. and it is his tree, just as it's his forest, because nobody dares to step foot in it. nobody except you. you linger by the generous shade of the trees, watching from a distance, expecting something. but the tree he rests against may as well be a gravestone, too.

you find yourself in the forest doing menial things, like collecting firewood, even though your mother tells you that it's best to avoid treading too far. the trees by the hanyo are too thick for someone as tiny as you to put a dent in, anyway, but you imagine it would be easy work for him - his claws peek just under the fluttering rim of his sleeves, and again you imagine him tearing himself free of his prison and stalking towards you. he doesn't. no matter how much noise you make, his eyelashes lay low, and his body hangs limp, like your sister's rag-doll.

you imagine this may be a mistake, but you continue to make the same choices. perhaps it's the lack of answers, or the childlike curiosity that tethers you back into the forest. maybe it's the fact that while you were able to gaze upon kikyo-sama from afar, you never quite knew her. you admired her as everyone else did, but just like the gods themselves, she was distant. the closest you'd ever been to her was the day of her death, when her mask of serenity broke into a thousand pieces, and she clung to her sister's arm for the first time, begging kaede to follow her instructions. a face of pain, a twin with that of the hanyo's - a thread between them, sewn together by the death itself.

somehow, this hanyo is the last remaining piece of the village's deceased priestess.

you move on with life. you grow older, and get married to someone in the village, and watch your own children get married - but the hanyo is there, just as he was decades ago, as unchanging as a statue. it's an unfair comparison, you think - any statue you've seen is cold and immobile, but the hanyo's blood pulses under his skin, like he's constantly running. though he looks peaceful, you still believe, after all these years, that he could escape at any moment.

but inuyasha doesn't escape. a girl in strange clothes frees him, and when his eyes flash open, you see life enter them again for the first time in fifty years.

#help what did this turn into #inuyasha #inuyasha a feudal fairy tale #inukag #inuyasha fanfiction #I guess???? shsjjss #inuyasha fanfic #inuyasha x kagome #kikyo inuyasha #inuyasha manga

[eatifa]

do you remember? part 2

a/n - hello! this is inspired by a tiktok edit. i didn't have the time to check this part but there will be one more/final part.

part 1 - starring - mikey, koko and chifuyu

part 3 - izana, ran and sanzu - this part is dark so please read the trigger warnings

concept - seeing her again, a person that they used to know.

part 2 - starring - draken, baji, kazutora

draken had forgotten.

draken never thought he would return his hometown in such a morbid way. the original plan was retiring with his wife after raising their future children and ending their careers without regret.

but life got in the way. a rainy day with an official warning being issue for the residents to make their way back homes. a longer commute for her since her workplace was based in the outskirts of the city.

if her text messages didn't tell him to come pick her up, draken would had done it without a second thought. respecting her wishes was the biggest mistake that he ever did.

a child running away from their mother entered into the road and she spun around to prevent the child from being hurt. the tires and steering wheel spiralled out of her control.

the selfless act costed her life. hearing the news from the police officers arriving at the door of their apartment must been an illusion. she no longer replied back to the messages and arranging the funeral with his former in-laws is something that he could no longer deny.

the future was uncertain but feeling the resentment towards the mother and child attending the funeral of the woman that vowed to be together for ever made draken realised staying here would do more harm than good.

leaving flowers at her grave along with tears streaming down his face was the last thing he did as her husband. an uncle that attended the funeral offered draken to help with the mechanic business thriving in their home town.

it felt strange replacing the navy blazer and black tie with a pair of grey overall but diving into the role as a mechanic became a good distraction.

draken only interacted with his uncle and going along with the idle chit chat that the customers would start with him. everyone could recognise him and the piercings made him stand out.

draken wanted to tear it off but whenever he gripped onto the loops, the metallic sensation made him remember the piercings was the first compliment that his wife gave him. draken's hands would become limp, he could no longer bring himself to do it.

the family's empty house, the only refuge that draken would retrieve to for privacy and being left alone. eating dinner alone is something that no one should ever face but draken prefer that over since he didn't had the desire to socialise with others.

old friends had offered their condolences but draken's replies would always be a thank you or i'm fine, don't worry about me. eventually, everyone gave up but his uncle told the neighbours that his nephew never had the time to cook a dinner for himself.

a lie to forced draken to engage with the neighbours that been their family for his whole life so far. the eldest daughter would typically drop off their packaged food, draken remember her the most, a familiar face that he would play with him throughout his childhood since they were the same age.

the blonde would never invite her inside instead of opting to thanking for the kind gesture but one day, someone else knocked on the door. draken had no idea who she was but hearing her name caused a locked memory to resurface it.

the daughter of the local dentist, a family friend of his neighbour. draken never knew much about them but everyone knew that the kids were expected to become professionals in the medicine or dentistry field.

their youngest daughter lacked the natural ability and talent that the older siblings possess. she could never beat them in exams and rumours spread that the parents would always scold her.

draken never thought much about it but hearing her cries in the park is something that he never ignored. she may been a young child but she was smart enough to visit the park during the sunsets when it was empty. the town had a small population and was safe for a young kid to do that.

draken would always comfort her but he was four years older than her. the moments happened when she was six and he was ten. there were a lot of moments but surely she wouldn't remember them.

the hunch was right, she never mentioned it whenever she would just pass him the food. draken had recently just turned 28 and that meant she was 24 now. in appearance wise, she surely had changed a lot since he left 6 years ago.

the highlighted hair and the subtle differences to her facial features made him fail to recognise her but he could heard the hint of shame in her voice when she casually revealed that she dropped out of dentistry school.

she didn't drop out. she must had failed but draken wasn't going to forced the truth out of her. draken would still give her the same treatment with the simple thanks and subtle closing the door on her.

but on one particular evening, clouds covered the sky and raindrops created the pitter sounds that were lough enough for draken to hear outside.

he wasn't damaged enough to not go outside when it was raining but he never liked being alone when this weather would remind him of the person that were taken away from him.

so when she knocked again with an umbrella shielding her from the rain along with a coat protecting her from the winds. draken was tempted to invite her but he would never let a woman in. it would be an act of betrayal for his wife despite being dead.

when she places the white carrier bag into his hands, draken noticed the bracelet encircling her hand. a bracelet that he vaguely recognise.

he gave it to her when she cried a lot on a rough day. draken wasn't entirely sure what happened but it must been bad since pushing her on the swing usually did the trick.

it didn't and the cries was only becoming louder. the young boy was suppose to give the bracelet to his mother since she gave him the errand to get it.

but as a child himself, draken just wanted her to stop crying and the wailing slowly came to a halt as he wrapped the bracelet around her wrist.

"the bracelet wasn't there."

it was a popular bracelet so his mother brought the white lie.

the woman standing in front of him remembers everything and draken couldn't help but ask her something in a moment of weakness.

"it's raining a lot so would you like to come in?"

draken regretted saying those words but seeing her smile along with hearing a yes made him feel a little bit relieved.

maybe it is time to move on.

baji chose to be selfless.

relationships take work

not a single person didn't know this but more effort needed to be put into when a relationship become long distant. the predicament wasn't planned but his girlfriend needed to move abroad for a few year to complete her a master degree in a more prestigious university.

baji knew this would give her more opportunities so he didn't protested against her wishes but his original plan was to break up with her.

it's just when she automatically thought the relationship would temporarily become long distant, he couldn't bring himself to take off the rose coloured glasses for her.

the relationship had just reached its fifth anniversary but she wouldn't be here for the sixth anniversary. baji knew this but he couldn't help but agreed to her suggestion since he secretly didn't want to give up either.

the only problem is he would always latch onto the worst case scenario since he couldn't imagined that she would propose this option to him.

the doubt would win sometimes when he started to question how genuine the bond was. he never wanted to let another woman in his life upon his mother passing away but his other half entered when he was at his lowest point.

the encounter was a pure coincidence. finding a purple purse at the local cafe he regularly visited caught his attention since it was his mother's favourite colour.

anyone else would handed the lost item to the workers since it wasn't their job to hunt down the owner but baji couldn't bring himself to do it.

in a vulnerable state, he left the cafe with his hand gripping onto the purse. he took a look at the contents inside and found the typical items that anyone would store in their purse.

a bank card. a discount card. a a gift card but the driving license gave away the identity of the owner along with their personal address being printed on it..

baji wasn't entirely sure why he was compelled enough to return her possession back. it could been that her apartment wasn't too far away or he just wanted to have a normal conversation with somebody that didn't know about his mother passing away. or maybe it was a mixture of both.

whatever it was, he didn't regret knocking on her door. he came across the kindest woman that he ever met in his life and he didn't want to let go of her.

the memory of her wrapping his arms around him when he asked her out for the first time is something that he would never forget. the memory would reminds him that it would be foolish enough to give up on the relationship without a try.

it started off on a good note, the facetime calls along with the regular text messages would happen every day but a crack formed when her studies became more intense and work demanded more from him.

eventually, the calls and messages started becoming less where the relationship was no longer starting to work but baji knew she wouldn't end it.

baji didn't want to be selfish and decided to end it in the worst way possible.

it's over.

the last text message that he sent to the woman that he deeply cherished. baji didn't wait for her reply and blocked her on all channels that she could get a hold on him.

he chose to be an asshole since she wouldn't had let go if she thought there was still a chance. it was the hardest decision that he ever made but it was the right one for her but the worst for him.

but when you love someone, you let them go.

the feelings never disappeared though because baji never wanted to let her go but it was the right thing to do. the only problem is that she will view it at this angle but nothing could be done.

baji broken her heart to turn the love into hatred to make her forget about him. it's worked since he heard that she had returned but she never made an effect to see him.

this is what baji wanted but seeing her again in the local convenience store with a basket in her hand caused a needle of guilt prick his heart.

the worst thing was her look of disgust along with uttering out asshole when she walked passed him.

it was the first time that baji regretted what he had done.

the plan had worked too well.

he could no longer salvage the relationship.

kazutora couldn't give the benefit of doubt.

it always been hard for kazutora to open up and stay in touch with the person after that. if he needed to confess something, his preferred method was just dumping it on a random acquaintance and ghost them without never looking back.

he couldn't do that with his co-worker.

"my mother always love this song."

an accidental slip up in a tired state during a stressful shift at the retail store with the song blaring in the background that made him mention his mother.

"that's nice, she have great taste then."

the reply made his shoulders to become stiff. kazutora used the toilet card to get away from her along with uttering out a curse as he stared at his reflection in the mirror inside the male toilets.

the disheveled strands of yellow and black hair and a tired daze stared back at him. kazutora let the cat out of the bag because the extra shifts was taking a toll on him but it needed to be done since he cut ties off from his parents a year ago.

being thrown in the deep end and left hanging is something that kazutora could no longer endured so he left and they never chased after him. he just needed to get through this year to his engineering degree and he could get out of here.

the slip up was minor and no one knew about his family situation but kazutora couldn't help but gripped onto the basin of the sink. he shouldn't had thought about his mother.

his father, the male figure in his life at least made an effort to occasionally contact him with a phone call but his mother never once made the effort. he didn't commit a crime by refusing to take over the family business but his rejection meant that the business would dissolve away when they would one day retire.

kazutora didn't see the point of taking over the florist shop, the career didn't suit him and the customers were starting to dwindle down since anyone could get a batch of flowers from anywhere these days. even online with a click of the button.

his mother chose to hold a grudge and he was feeling the brute of it. the financial support got cut off a month after he left.

"stop this charade, drop out or you are on your own."

"don't come to my graduation then."

their last exchange before kazutora hang up on his mother. a friend managed to get him this job but he could never say no to the extra shifts.

he needed the extra cash and he would accept the shifts on the days and timing that no one wanted to do. kazutora wanted to avoid pissing off the manager that hired him.

training the rookies is the only thing that he couldn't stand but he had no choice. the coworker that heard him joined a few weeks since she was a college student too.

she tried starting a conversation about their personal lives before. kazutora would just ignore her with a shrug along with changing the topic. on the bad days, kazutora did wanted to tell her to fuck off and he would done it if the backlash of getting fired wasn't a deterrent.

he wanted to cut her off considering what he just done but leaving the job wasn't an option and he didn't had the power to fire her. kazutora had no choice but to just deal with it.

he was just hoping that she wouldn't ask for more details during their next shift.

"hello, kazutora."

her greeting at the start of the shift.

kazutora launched into standby mode. he barely knew anything about her and taking a precaution was the best approach. as the minutes ticked by, he antiptciated for the worst.

the invasion of privacy never came.

he had judged her too quickly.

from then onwards, kazutora made more of an effort to engage with her during each shift. the negative effects of his mother behaviour impacted him far greater than he realised.

kazutora had been a bit too hasty with the girl under his care, she never been rude or ignore the his instructions. she could had made his life harder if she started throwing a fit but her mannerism was too calm to mimics that behaviour.

his mother always ruins everything for him.

it was time to stop it.

the pair began enjoying each other company throughout their shifts. the jokes and sharing the little details of their everyday lives started to happened.

it didn't take long for them to exchange numbers and the relationship started to transformed into friendship. their messages would take a deeper turn too but she still chose not to ask about his family.

kazutora was very grateful for that.

time flew by and kazutora needed to ask her out soon before the final semester ended.

it was now or never.

someone came along and ruined everything.

kazutora knew he shouldn't had been skeptical when he saw her mother interacting with the girl that he grew fond of her.

afterall, anyone could walk into a retail store and his mother was probably just asking for her assistance but the dread wouldn't disappear. neither of them had spotted him loitering outside the revolving doors of the store.

a bouquet of red roses could be seen within his hands. kazutora wanted to keep it as a surprise for the sweet girl that captured his heart.

it was just bad timing. her shift was going to end in ten minutes. seeing the smile on both of their face irked him.

kazutora could no longer do it.

the grip around the roses loosen and he turned around without looking back. kazutora chucked the roses into the first bin that he came across.

kazutora took longer to reply to her messages and he would just only dived into idle chat during their shifts.

"are you upset with me?"

"no, i'm just busy with finals."

a white lie that she just accepted as he worked together with her. it's been a few weeks since the incident but the change must been drastic for her to notice that quickly.

kazutora knew what he was doing but he didn't stopped himself from switching on her.

graduation arrived and securing a job shortly followed along. kazutora changed his number after finishing his last shift at the store that he met the girl whose he was taking out his ill feelings on her.

the only silver lining is that she called in sick for the last shift. kazutora didn't know whether he had it within him to treat her like that upon saying their final goodbye.

he never found out and he didn't want to. the only thing is he wouldn't be forgetting her anytime soon. kazutora couldn't feel mourn over her loss though, he made the choice to cut her off.

kazutora eventually forgot about her when his career started to launch off. the only thing he could remember properly was the name of the store that they worked in.

when kazutora felt lonely or went through a breakup, he did think about popping into the store again to see if she was still working there.

it's been years since he resigned. of course, she wouldn't be there and he did self-inflicted everything.

kazutora punished her for something that she didn't even do. he was an adult that couldn't pin the blame on his mother.

kazutora must live with the decision that he made no matter how much the regret gawned away at him. the regret didn't stop kazutora from hoping they would cross path again some day.

kazutora met her again by being there at the same time when he saw her back facing him in a queue to enter an art exhibition. did kazutora have the right to reach out or not? but he highly doubt she remember h-

"Kazutora?"

kazutora thought he was dreaming when she turned around to catch his attention. the girl that he punished for a petty reason look the same but his hair had become longer along with having a tattoo on his neck.

it still didn't stop her from recognising him, seeing her face again made him remember everything that he like about her.

kazutora had made a mistake that he wouldn't repeat again. it was his turn for him to ask for her number like she did in those days.

surprisingly, she gave him the number on the first try.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x readers #kazutora hanemiya #baji x reader #baji #draken #draken x reader #kazutora x reader #toman #tokyo revengers angst

[running-with-the-feels]

Headcanons for the Separation Au(One where Kuai was the only one taken to the Lin Kuei as a child) idk I am not good at naming Au’s

Bi-Han Headcanons

- Bi-Han goes to his families grave every birthday for every member of his family and every holiday, no matter the weather nor what is happening in his own life, he goes and leaves different things like food, flowers, and small trinkets. It’s one of the most well kept graves.

- He held on close to the belief that Kuai Liang was alive, somewhere, and tried for years to find out more about the Lin Kuei but to no avail.

- He kept as much stuff he could of his families personal items from jewelry, toys, etc. He still has Kuai Liang’s old stuffed animal on his night stand that he refuses to part with.

- His cyromancey was dormant for a long time, due to his truama he repressed a lot of his own memories and emotions of the more painful portions of his life. It didn’t unlock fully until his late teens when he had a mental breakdown to a fuck ton of stress in his personal life. He covered his bed room in ice.

- He trained in Martial Arts, it’s something to focus his anger on, as he has gotten older he has mellowed out and found more healthy outlets, but he is still a skilled fighter, compared to Kuai Liang, he doesn’t have the aim to kill mindset obviously, he’s comparable to Mk9 Johnny cage, likes to fight but never thought nor ever had the want to seriously injury someone.

- Speaking of Johnny, they essentially are childhood friends, after moving in with his mothers close friend(she was the god mother), he grew closer to the local kid his age named Johnathan Carton. They went to the same dojo together and even the same university.

- Bi-Han was planning to stay behind in their hometown, but Johnny who got a gig in Hollywood pushed him to do move to go with him to California.

- Bi-Han and Johnny did go, but took different paths, Johnny on his way to become a rising martial arts actor, while Bi-Han opened a bakery, not wanted to have a overly complicated time there as he paved his own way.

- They had vastly different schedules and barley saw each other. But still set up a time each month to spar with each other on the insistence of Johnny( “You have real skills and talent! Don’t get rusty”)

- Only took the job as a fighter choreographer as a favor to Johnny(also not because he has a crush on his old friend not at all) and he only did it as a side gig when he wasn’t busy.

- There were nights were their got super drunk and high together, we’re Bi-Han and Johnny’s feelings all spilled out and they ended up hooking up. Since then their relationship has been in a strange place. They’re not together but they’re not in a simple friendship anymore.

- Both pine after each other but have a lot of their own issues about getting into a relationship so it takes a long time.

- Johnny is only the second person to know of Bi-Hans cyromancy. It was a weird conversation and it took Johnnt awhile to let it sink in.

- Bi-Han went with Johnny when the actor was invited for the tournament. He thought it was a stupid idea to go(he thought it was a cult thing) but he wanst going to let his friend go alone.

- It’s during Johnny’s fight when he spots a familiar symbol of the Lin Kuei, the same people that killed his family and stole his baby brother from him.

ooooooo love this

Johnny will sometimes come with Bi-Han to the grave, and after they move to hollywood and. Johnny starts making money, he pays for the flight out and back every year so that Bi-Han can keep that connection to his family

Bi-Han is convinced that he would feel it if Kuai Liang was dead. Meanwhile, Kuai Liang has vague memories of a family and a life before the Lin Kuei that he has learned not to talk about, but clings to. They both hum their mother's lullaby in order to sleep

Bi-Han ended up with a very eclectic and androgynous style bc he'd wear as much of the jewelry he saved from the house after they died as possible, even getting his ears pierced just to wear his sister's earrings

After the breakdown, Bi-Han started practicing with his cryomancy again, but struggles to control it for longer than a minute

Has several trophies from martial arts competitions and did join a fight club when he was younger. Johnny was the one to pull him out of that and convince him it was a bad idea

Johnny was the only person who didn't treat Bi-Han like he was broken or pitiable, which led to Bi-han feeling comfortable around him and protective of him. Bi-Han has beaten up several bullies on Johnny's behalf

Bi-Han and Johnny actually had a really big fight about Bi-han wanting to stay, leading to Bi-han realizing that he doesn't like it when he can't talk to or be around Johnny, so he followed (also he's pining)

Bi-Han always used to back with his mother (who had owned a bakery herself) and so opened the bakery in her honor. He named it Mama Ru's

They usually use the bakery basement if they can't book a room anywhere else to spar. This has lead to many nights where they have ended up hooking up.

Funnily enough, Bi-Han ends up as a highly sought after fight choreographer, but won't take any job unless Johnny asks, which leads to Johnny getting more action roles

The drunken pining hookups have them both really confused, bc they both like each other and want to move forward, but they're also terrified of trying for something and having it break down. They end up in a situationship and it hurts them both for a while, especially when Johnny brings Bi-Han as his date to a premier of a movie they both worked on but spends the whole night flirting with other people.

Actually getting together required the intervention of no less than 4 other people

The first person to know about his cryomancer (outside of his family) was Angela, Lian's (the older sister) girlfriend who survived the attack by the Lin Kuei and still keeps in touch with Bi-Han and Johnny. She has actually worked as an sfx artist on some of Johnny's movies

Bi-Han is a protector at heart and has played bodyguard more than once so despite Johnny's protests, Bi-Han isn't letting him go to the tournament alone

Bi_han interrogates Cyrax after almost killing Sektor in Kombat about where Kuai Liang is, learning that Kuai Liang is here at the tournament

Bc Kuai Liang is Sub-Zero from the start in this au, Bi-Han sees him fighting Scorpion and intervenes, throwing himself over his brother's prone body and basically begging for his life. The situation is too similar to what he saw his wife do in the vision Quan Chi showed him, so Scorpion backs off

Kuai Liang, delirious from his wounds, smiles up at Bi-Han and just says "I knew you were real" before passing out.

Now we just gotta figure out where Sareena fits into this so I can get my bireencage fix

#Separation AU #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #johnny cage #bi han #bicage #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

[dailyunstableeve]

Grave visit au

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!reader

w: Angst, soft and in pain Miguel, just the all possible sad stuff, idk what else to put, just a very sad one(I guess)

a/n: imagine I die and he visit my grave (jkjk) I'm also working on different version, and also every possible characters of Astv as I can, just to like have the story to be write out, the context are in the masterlist ❤️

Grave visit au Masterlist

Masterlist

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Lover version

Miguel would be the one that takes all the chances and second he has to just visit your grave.

Miguel would never move on, he would always keep you in his mind just so he would never forget what a happy man you had made him.

Miguel would sit at your grave for hours, looking at your name carved on the gravestone, with the memory of you taking your last breath in his arms, just like he lost Gabriella.

Miguel would silently cry after five minutes of staring at your gravestone.

Miguel would bring your favorite flower to visit you every time, he even has a vase in his office just to place your favorite flower in it, so he will forever remember you.

Miguel would say stuff that when you're alive, the stuff you wished Miguel to do that you would be proud of him, "I ate my meal well today, carino." "I manage to keep the ceiling clean like you asked." "I managed to not get mad at that kid Miles today."

It's been a year since the incident of your death, Miguel showed up every single day, no matter if it's windy, sunny, rainy, chilly, or cold, he will always show up. Miguel brushes his hand on your gravestone, brushing off the dust, or leaves, or the snow. For the first five minutes, the smile on his face remained, hoping that his smile could tell you that he's okay even if he's not. Miguel missed you every damn day that he hardly got sleep, only time he would sleep was him looking through your files, playing videos that had your voice in it, he would play it in the background to at least smooth his pain a little as he can sleep a little better.

"You promised, you promised to stay with me, why did you leave first?"

"Promise to stay together?" You asked Miguel.

"Forever."

"And ever."

"I miss you so much, carino, you have no idea how depressing it is to wake up without you next to me."

"Good morning handsome, are you ready for today?" You softly chuckled, giving Miguel kisses all over the face.

"Five more minutes, carino." Miguel shoved his face to your chest.

"Anything my Miggy wants." You caressingly his hair and cuddling with him a bit longer.

"I remembered you telling me about the pastry down the street, I went to it yesterday when I was walking back, they are tasty just like you said, but it sure will be more tasty if I was eating it with you."

"Miguel! Have you heard about that new pastry down the street?" You rushed into his office with a flier in my hand.

"Pastry?" Miguel frowned.

"I know you don't really enjoy sweets but I really want to try it out, will you go with me?" You begged.

"Sure Mi Amor." Miguel smiled and gave you a kiss.

"I miss your cooking, your [best dish], I tried to cook it but it seems like I'm missing something, maybe it's missing the taste of eating it with you."

"My favorite dish!" Miguel acted like a small kid that he finally got treats after many rounds of asking for it.

"Just for you." You smiled, took a spoonful of the food, feeding Miguel.

"I can eat this forever," he looked at you, a smile on his face that really shows that he really loves it.

"What if you get sick?"

"I will still eat it," Miguel gave a kiss on your cheek and fed you as well.

Miguel stood in front of your gravestone, the only thing that he can think of is you, about everything you do, how adorable you are.

You and Miguel have a universe traveling plan but you weren't able to go with him, so he would still carry on the planning, going to every universe you wished to visit.

"Don't you dare to forget me, and wait for me."

#crying my heart out #crying and laughing #losing it #MIGUEL IM SORRY #but its for the content #canon event #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x fem reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #miguel x fem reader #miguel #spiderman #atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #astv miguel

[billi-mausi]

Love Love Love the relationships (completely platonic) between the Marauders and the girls

(also I feel like all of the boys have one girl each as their SECOND best friend?? Like Remus & Lily, Sirius & Mary, James & Marlene, Peter & Pandora, but more on that later)

Anyways so here are some of my HCs:

James & Marlene

Childhood besties!!

Bestfriends ( Sirius & Marlene often fight each other for this title, but both know Marlene is James bestfriend)

They have a small matching scar right next to their mouth, because 6 year old Marlene & James thought it was a really fun idea to climb the tree in Marlene's backyard (all the whole Peter was telling them not too, that it was a bad idea) evidently, they did not listen and the branch the two were swinging on broke, they fell down, their shoulders shaking, as Peter ran forward to them, thinking they got hurt badly and were sobbing, but turns out the idiots were just laughing, looking at each other and the cut that was bleeding right next to their mouths and laughing, Peter soon joined in on the laughing. (Their parents found them like this, and after cleaning them up and applying bandages they go a good scolding where Peter just said I told you so and a hug)

James (&Peter) being the only one who can call Marelene 'Leene'. She bits anyone else's head off, if they call her that

They have matching tattoos, with the other person's initial written on their wrists in morse code.

James likes to act as her big brother and she is all to happy to play the part as his younger sister who loves o annoy him.

James was the first person Marlene told that she liked girls and not boys (though James already had an inkling because, when 11 year old Marlene had dropped her glass of orange juice, haw dropped, on seeing Euphemia Potter in her black halter neck dress for her anniversary, it was when Marlene constantly ranted about how much she 'hated' Dorcas meadows in 3rd year, it was when she had accidentally kissed Mary MacDonald her roommate, and came crying to James) accepting such a huge part of herself was not at all easy for Marlene, growing up in a pureblood household, it was not easy for her to break the through her own internalised homophobia, but James was there for her every step of the way and it took time but soon the besties were often seen gossiping about their recent girl crushes, giggling over Amelia Selvyn from Slytherin or Mary Abbott from Hufflepuff.

James was the maid of honour at Marlene and Dorcas's wedding

James always peels Marlenes oranges for her , not matter what (because one time when they were 5 year old, marlene while peeling had squished the juice right in her eye so James does it for her always now)

Flying partners. (Sirius, James & Marlene are the best quidditch trio)

James always, always gives Marlene cheek kisses with a bye, whenever he leaves a room.

James also steals Marlenes crop tops.

Also when in 1st year James got no flowers or cards, he got a bit sad, so Marlene got a big bouquet of flowers delivered to him next morning, the smile she got in return was worth the 5 galleons she spent. And so started the tradition of Marlene getting James flowers every valentine's day ( even after they both had respective partners, the tradition continued till Marlene died and James got flowers for her grave)

So their friendship is like bubbles, fun lovely and beautiful, filled with cheek kisses, cuddles all the time, stealing hoodies and crop tops, and flowers.

James & Pandora

angle duo ( like not even kidding, you shouldn't look at Pandora and James when they are together because they shine so bright!!) (Sorry jk jk)

The two individually are like very mischievous like absolute chaos wreckers, but whenever they are together, it's like a switch has turned off, and there they are so calm, looked absolutely angelic.

Picnic/study dates by the lake during summers, with James braiding flowers in Pandora's hair. They also wear matching floral clothing.

Whenever Pandora gets ready, She always forgets to tie her shoelaces, like she just doesn't (a/n and yes it does happened with ppl my bf is literally always does), sometimes Barty Evan or Regulus remind her but it's such a common occurrence that they forget about it too. James whenever he sees this, would run over to her, tie her shoelaces, give Pandora a kiss on the cheek and walks away without saying anything.

James always, listens to Pandora's rambles about her recent weird plant with actual interst and fascination, like he doesn't listen to it just for the sake of listening or feel annoyed or weirded out by them, he asks valid question and shows genuine enthusiasm (One time Regulus was reading in the library while James and Pandora were discussing this rare and weird creature species, and Regulus was ready to punch James if he said anything bad to Pandora, but he just listened carefully and asked questions, Regulus fell more in love with that idiot that day)

Pandora and James the biggest magical creatures activists in the whole school (not eleves though, they were Regulus and Lily's domain and Werewolf Sirius') but these two were like always going on and on about the protection and misuse of magical creatures for animal testing or they products. Making posters or holding clubs for the same (for the smallest of creature like bowtruckles, flobberworms and etc)

Being an animagus, that too a stag, James loved the nature, and was often found taking walks in the forbidden forest at odd times, (whenever he wanted to clear his head) in his animagus or human form both, and so the forbidden forest was accustomed to his magical signature and actually welcomed him always with a warm guest of wind. James loved and respected the forest a lot and was friends with almost all the 'nicer' creatures like the tree fairies or whatever and when Pandora has figured out James was an animagus (he still doesn't know how she does because whenever he asks she always gives him a small smirk and walks away) So James often takes Pandora with him to the forbidden forest to meet and befriend the magical creatures.

James doesn't really bealive in divination or anything, but whenever Pandora says something he does believe and follows her. (If Pandora said his Mars was retrogading then it freaking was and he will wear that blue crystal) he always keeps any and all crystals Pandora gives him in a nice little box on his nightstand

They can often be seen wearing matching mistletoe or carrot earrings (James only wears them in one ear because he says it makes him look cool) (regulus won't admit it but it kinda does)

So really the two have a sweet and magical relationship filled with flowers in hair, carrot earrings, whispering fairies, tying shoelaces, cheek kisses, and hugs hugs hugs.

Remus & Lily

Chain smokers buddies.

Like those two sides of the nerds candy, the pink and purple one. (Remus is purple, Lily is pink)

Lily was actually the first person Remus admitted to that he liked Sirius as more than a friend. Lily didn't even let him finish the sentence before jumping up and down, hugging him and started to rant about all the planning she has down for their wedding already

Lily was not just a rule abiding know-it-all, she was just very shy and a bit introverted and like always scared about the magical world being just a crazy beautiful dream. And Remus saw it, because they were both kind of similar in that sense, Remus too always had a fear of all this not being real because as a werewolf he never thought he would have been able to be hear so the two relate on this and form a beautiful bond.

Remus being the first person Lily smoked a cigerate with (immediately coughing afterwords) At a gryffindor party when the crowd got to much and the noises too loud, Remus had stepped out in the balcony to have a ciggie when Lily had followed him out, she seemed lost in thought as he offered it to her, she gingerly took it and eyed it wearily before taking a hit. That was the first time of the many more when the two snuck out of a party to share a ciggerate on the balcony.

Absolute nerds, having bi monthly specified times for ranting about a book, being the only one understanding the pain of a character death.

A mutual love and appreciation for cherry lollipop

The cutest height difference.

Their friendship is full of ciggerate smoke, Chery flavour, forehead against chest, kisses in the hair, sobbing over fictional crushes and cuddles after an MCD.

James & Dorcas

Regulus bodygaurd duo.

Both of them have two things in common: Regulus & Marlene. And both are like insanely protective of both of them like when Jegulus told her about them dating, Dorcas did not utter a single word and just seized up James with her eyes for 4 minutes straight, she was also very VERY jealous of James because she thought he was dating Marlene. James did not intimidate Dorcas as she did to him (because my cutie patootie's glare gets activated only after someone has hurt his loved ones) but he did try to subtly very subtly, show his superiority as Marlenes first and longest friend with words thrown around like "remember Marlene when we were 5?" "Remember the time when you" "13 years as your best friend and I still-" and more, like bestie was just trying to show his dominance as her first friend is such an adorable way

In an alternate universe, when the two heard about Regulus being forced to be a de#theater, they got together, made a plan to take down voldemort and the DID take down voldemort

They have different opinions about almost EVERYTHING. Like James likes winter- Dorcas Summer, James likes sour food- Dorcas likes sweet, James is an early bird-Dorcas is a night owl these are like the tame ones but just imagine more extreme ABSOLUTELY contracting opinions. So the two have constant debates , sometimes including but not limited to pOWER POINT PRESENTATIONS(??) (James believes in Aliens, Dorcas does not, so my boy got a 100 something page binder that had clippings of all alien and ufos and related stuff 'sightings', it was also the first time when Dorcas somewhat agreed with his opinion)

Also they sometimes fly together, (it started with Marlene always bringing James to practice with Dorcas, because miss girlie was kinda shy to talk to Dorcas, and it ended with Marlene getting the girl and Dorcas and James flying together sometimes)

Now initially their friendship was just this yk, debates and flying when one day Mulciber showed up to breakfast with a black eye and kind of crooked nose, approached Dorcas, she was absolutely confused as to why he was coming towards her, when he stopped in front of her and simply said 'sorry' through gritted teeth, looked away to the gryffindor table, nodded towards James and rushed out of the hall. And for a week it was the same, every morning he would come up say sorry and get out, and would always rush out of whatever room Dorcas was in. She asked James about it who simply said "He said some shit about you, and no one says shit about my FRIENDS!" (It was Peter who told her later, giving a step by step detailed story of how Mulciber made the mistake of calling her Racist AND transph0bic comments, and how James broke his nose in a second) With a quick hug he went to class while Dorcas just stood there for a minute, because James was her friend, he actually liked her, he didn't spend time with he just because of Marlene or Regulus, no he genuinely liked her and cared for her and considered her his friend, (having grown and only child in big mansion with absent parents, Dorcas had 0 friends as a child and everytime she met someone who actually liked her or became friends with her, she got very emotional) so she felt like she could cry.

Matching alienhead necklace (it's like their thing)

Peter & Pandora

Weed Buddies.

Their friendship started with Pandora running a whole buisness of different substance to get high, all of which she created (like my girl was CANONICALLY a mad scientist so like yk) Peter had his first pot brownie made by Pandora, Eventually Peter was the first person she always tested the first batch of whatever she was making.

It was Pandora and Peter who devised a whole plan to get James and Regulus together including but not limited to, amortenia, quidditch, mistletoe and etc (the plan worked) and because the plan involved like a month of planning, they got closer than before.

They wear matching bracelets.

Both had the same penchant for chaos, like those silent killers. They were very unassuming and no one ever suspects them, but they are biggest chaos wreckers in Hogwarts. Their inflicted chaos isn't like the Marauders pranks, it's like telling, telling Susan that her boyfriend is in love with her sister or completely and absolutely lying to someone about any random thing for no reason but to create chaos

The blueprint of the saying, 'Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss.)

Getting high being the foundation of their friendship filled with pranking Evan, or gaslighting a pureblood about any muggle lore, or making the first believe that Norris cat, is actually Filch's wife turned cat by Merlins 7th reincarnation.

Sirius & Lily

Brother-Sister duo!!! Yeah they are not actually siblings, but their relationship very well might be one

So at first Lily didn't like Sirius THAT much, because of the whole Lily's rule abiding nature (a/n: more on this later) and Sirius and James 'pranksters' , so she didn't particularly care or like Sirius Black. This changed when sometime in the end of 4th year, Sirius came down to common room at 12 because James was still not back from wherever he was (he was most definitely with Regulus, they are 'just friend's for NOW tho) and he found Lily Evans, sitting on a couch, knees brought up to rest her head on, as she fidgeted with a ball and looked outside at the snowfall. He thought of going to tease the girl for staying up so late and breaking curfew, when he saw her glistening eyes and messed up hair and oh was she crying? He silently sat next to her and asked her if he could make her a hot chocolate, she accepted, he didn't ask anything further and gave her a side hug which she melted in and eventually the two fell asleep. This happened for a few times as Lily eventually started opening up about her extremely complicated and almost one sided relationship with her sister, while Sirius couldn't relate entirely (because the black brothers dynamic is just entirely something else MORE LATER) he did get it, he understood and he listened.

Lily gave him his first ever Vinyl (Remus gave him a record player) he didn't like the record that much but the vinyl was one of his most prized possession and had a stranger emotional connection to its songs that he listened to whenever he was sad.

When James and Lily dated for a grand total of 3 months(before Lily realised she much preferred the company of women) it was natural the two saw more of each other. And whenever they met, their bickering? The teasing? The hair pulling? The playful fights? Their banter wasn't of an old married couple but that of an older brother and younger sister duo

So their friendship was a lot like brother-sister siblings, filled with hot chocolate (with marshmallows) at night, with pulling each other's hair out of their ponytails, with stealing from the others plates, with braiding flowers in hair and also forehead kisses and hugs.

Sirius & Mary

THE resident makeup artists of gryffindor tower!! Mary is a lip makeup girlie Sirius is eye makeup!! Both of them initially bonded over makeup, judging others poor fashion choices (later one when Jegulus started dating, Regulus joined them in gossiping about fashion), exchanging of clothes, gossiping, giggling about their crushes (there was a time in 5th year when Mary also had a crush on Remus, but instead of getting jealous Sirius was often seen giggling and blushing over Remus Lupin, with Mary (it is also why many people speculated they dated, they NEVER did) so really, what started as a friendship based of mainly small materialistic things, it soon turned into a beautiful friendship

Mary was the one who told him that something like 'genderfluid' existed, to Sirius it was like the greatest revelation of the century, it was then Mary who helped him feel confident in his skin, his body, his gender

Sirius is the BEST wingman ever Whenever going out to any pubs or restaurants Sirius always chalked Mary up, always in encouraging her to get that girls number (Before Mary realised her feelings for Lily that is)

Sirius who is insanely overprotective of Mary. Which everyone sees, when that one time Mary's boyfriend raised his voice at her and Mary flinched, Sirius asked no question said nothing, just stood up and punched the guy square on his face (and for the following month that guy was the Marauders sole target for pranks)

All in all their friendship is just very cute, filled with liquid eyeliners, red eyeshadow, brown lip liner, shits and giggles and gossips AND drunken cuddles and goodbye hugs.

James & Lily

The cutest most softest duo.

Soft launching each other as FRIENDS, like everyone thought Lily Evans wouldn't even give James the time of her day but lo and behold, there she is supporting James during quidditch match, and there she is silently taking shepherd's pie from James dinner plate, and there she is posting random photos of a boy she never shows the face of (untill one day she did, with a picture of her and Mary kissing with the boy beaming in background, the random boy is James)

Their friendship dynamic is very cute (like the vibe is very flowers and sunshine yk) and in the starting Lily disliked James a bit because, well she thought he was a narcissistic idiot, but she later, eventually (over the course of years actually) she realised that he wasn't just that, being Marlenes best friend, and having sm mutual friends, the two did spend time together, and that is when Lily saw him, actually saw him. She saw behind the whole jock image he has set up, James Potter was actually a biiig cutie, she saw him always taking shephards pie in his plate, even if he won't eat it but for Lily, she saw him peeling oranges or cutting up apples for Marlene and Remus when they forget to eat food, she saw him enacting elaborate and dramatic plays for the 1st & 2nd years when there's a particularly bad weather and they are scared, she saw him going to Remus' class after the full moon,(sometimes while missing his own classes too) to take notes for him, she saw him annotating a book and blushing while gifting it to Regulus, she saw him smile and laugh ,she just saw him, and she realised why everyone called him the sun. And so their friendship started, because she saw the genuine and nice person James is

James and Lily shared a common problem, not being able to express the 'negative' emotions they feel, so when the two felt angry or upset or something the two Painted. Just a canvas infront of them a paint brush dipped in God knows what color and splash, splash, splash on the canvas. The two weren't even the slightest bit good in art, merlin no, the just stole Siri's art supplies and absolutely butchered them (he was really good in art, and didn't mind his art supplies getting spoiled by them) Painting together was kind of like their escape, the two often met after lunch of breakfast to splash some paint around, seeing each other's horrible creation often got a smile on their faces.

Forehead kisses by James.(!!)

So the two had an adorable dynamic filled shared shepherd's pie, sunkissed selfies, paint stains, piggy back rides, and forehead kisses.

Woooow, this was supposed to be a silly little bullet points point but tuned into a 3k+ shitpost???

(PS: can you tell that I love writing about James??? Like yes the other boys have relationship with the other girls too, I just like wiring about James the most and I wrote about James the most :))

(PSS: sprinkle of Jegulus and MarlIly for you to enjoy<3)

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[obsolescent]

All Are of The Dust - Part One

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: A decision to be made. What will your answer be? Two endings.

Content Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse, gender neutral reader/no gender specified in this part, protective Leon.

Author’s Note: Who knew all I needed to get out of my block was to listen to Ethel Cain while writing. This has a lot of angst, my apologies. I hope you enjoy.

Words: 2,384

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“All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.” —Ecclesiastes 3:20

He finds you under the magnolia tree. The scent of the flowers lazily sweeping through the humid air. You’re staring up through the branches into the muted sky. Arms crossed over your chest, you would think he was attending your funeral with the blank expression paired with said pose. A thought he hastily dismisses, he sits at your side, not willing to break the silence, waiting for your words. “He said somethin’ ‘bout you today,” you start, not moving or breaking your gaze with the heavens. “Let me guess, low-down bastard? Not worth two cents?” Leon replies, taking his Stetson off and laying down, turning onto his side to face you. “...Accusin’ me of sleeping with you. Said I was a whore. I’m ‘fraternizin’ with you’.”

His eyes widen, a scoff leaving his mouth. “The hell’s he on about now? Always pointing a damn finger at one of us, we’ve been friends for ages now, since we were kids! God, I wish he would keel over already. Honestly, shouldn’t be too long now, he’s got one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel,” he bites, anger flaring. That gets movement from you, a rush of air leaves your body. “If only. Man’s probably going to surpass Methuselah in age,” you jest, finally glancing in his direction. Leon guffawed at the remark, freeing a smile from the restraints of your mouth. 

He understands the need of equanimity, due to the wretch that is your uncle. But, oh how he loves your smiles, with their rarity. Your laughter when it escapes you, also not something he hears much of anymore. He wished the accusations were true, but also so much more. To take you away from this God forsaken place to something you could both find solace in. A place the two of you forge together, a refuge from your short, yet dismal lives. From his time in the orphanage to yours under the weight of a miscreant relative. It’s time you two find lives worth living, serenity you've always longed for, to be free of the scrutiny from this abysmal town.

And he has their opportunity.

Leon gathered his breath and courage. “Hey. Got some excitin’ news…I got a real nice job offer, about a couple hours away from here. Was wanting to see if, y’know, you’d possibly…Come with me? You ain’t gotta give me an answer now, just…Pretty soon, alright?” Leon asked, his voice wavering. The small smile disappeared from your features, replaced by the widening of your eyes, mouth slightly agape. “You’re goin’?” You ask, turning onto your side to face him. “Well, I don’t wanna go without you…This would be yours–our–chance to get away from here. Doesn’t that sound good? Me and you, away from this hellhole,” He starts, reaching out but falling short of grabbing your hand. “Leon…” You whisper, voice faltering. “Hey, it’s alright! I know it’ll be a lot…But that’s why we’ll have each other for! I’ll be there with you every step of the way.” He says, trying to ease your nerves. “There’s also people like you there…People who feel like you. They’ve got lots of stuff they do there for people like yourself. Celebrations and whatnot. I’m sure you would make lots of friends…” He trails off, watching your face for a reaction, any reaction. “Please…Just think about it,” He whispers, heart stuttering in his chest.

He can practically hear the gears turning in your head. “Even if I did end up saying yes and coming with you, how would we–” “Night time would be best. No one in town’s prowlin’ around beyond 9 o’clock anyways. We could wait for sure, until we know everyone’s in, say, until midnight?” He cuts you off, seeming to already have this all worked out. You pause and stare at his face, glancing over his features, until fixating onto his cerulean eyes. Prettiest you’ve ever seen. “There’s something else, ain’t there?” He asked, furrowing his brows as he looked back into your own eyes. You snap back, starting, “I just…You’re doing real good for yourself, Leon, I don’t wanna trouble you.” You admit, laying back in your original position, returning your gaze to the evergreen again. “You won’t be a burden on me!” He rushes out, sitting up and leaning closer to you, making you jump at his sudden movement. “Sorry, sorry…” He mutters, moving back to his original spot, sighing. “I’m not asking for anything in return…Just your company,” he says, looking down at you. “That’s all…Honest. If there was something you wanted to do for me, well, that’s up to you to figure out, but I ain’t making you do anything.” He adds, hunching over to pick up and fiddle with a fallen leaf.

You’re quiet for a while, taking it all in. Weighing the options. Though, of course, Leon’s choice has the most appeal, regardless of the terrifying concept of having to settle into a new place, with new people, new…Everything. When you haven’t stepped foot out of your podunk town your whole life, it’s quite an unnerving thought. But it would be a whole lot better with Leon at your side. He makes you feel brave, even courageous enough to start standing up to your uncle. Though you won’t tell him that, lest you tell him about the retaliation that’s resulted in cleaning up the beer that’s run down the walls and broken glass shattered around your feet. It shouldn’t have to be this way. You wish, yearn, for things to be better. For this town to improve. No more alcoholic kin or hardened lives. To not have to flee in the night and hope it’s something better. It’s something else to pray about, you reckon. Pray to God that it’ll be what you both hope it is. Hoping His plan for you two is something that has a happy ending. Your stomach turns at the thoughts of the worst of the outcomes.

“Can hear the gears grinding in that head o’ yours, whaddya thinkin’?” Leon asks, glancing at you through his shaggy blond locks, hoping his phrasing makes the situation lighter. “A lot.” You answer, causing him to snort. He smirks, turning his head completely to watch you now, a faint smile on your face again. It seems to be working, thankfully. Now there’s no use in letting a good joke go to waste. “Well, don’t hold back now, you know I’m like a cornfield.” He replies, grin getting wider. “Huh?” You ask, furrowing your brows. “I’m all ears.” “God above,” you groan, throwing your arm over your face to hide your grin. He guffaws, slapping his knee. “That one was good and you know it!” He says, still chuckling. “It was…But it’s always good to hear your jokes, Leon, or anything you say, really.” You respond genuinely, giving him a sincere look. His laughter turns bashful, red slowly rising up his neck to his ears and cheeks. “Wow, uh, you sure do know how to flatter someone,” he says your name while grabbing his hat, paying special attention to the stitching. Glad to have gotten him off the subject of your thoughts, you sit up.

“It’s getting late. Gotta start heading back before the old man gets too suspicious,” you stand, brushing yourself off. Leon grunts, standing up himself, adjusting his hat unto his head. “I’ll be back in a few days, ‘m going to get stuff settled at the new place. That enough time for you to have an answer for me?” He watches you fix your clothing and hair back into place, his fingers twitching. “That should be enough,” You answer, nodding your head. “Alright, I’ll see you then. Take care of yourself, you hear?” Leon asks, walking closer. “Of course, Leon. You do the same, don’t get into any trouble while you’re gone,” you say, patting his arm. He hesitates, clenching his jaw. He’s grabbing your wrist before you step away. Pulling you into an embrace, his nose burying itself into your hair. “I meant it. Whatever you need, whatever I can do to make you the most comfortable, feel the most safe, I’ll do it. I care for you…I only want what’s best for you. Now that I’m old enough to, I want to make that promise. I promise to be there for you, always. To never let harm come to you, even if you say no to coming with me. I’ll be back each week to check in. I won’t…Forget you–” starting to choke up, he takes a deep inhale before continuing, “You’ll always be on my mind, you always have been. Since the day we met, from the school’s playground to us sitting under these trees. You never leave my thoughts. I just want you to know how much you mean to me.” 

You’re clenching your hands into his flannel. There’s so much you wish you could say. It’s begun to build up over the years. Unspoken words teeming at the surface, your affection almost suffocating you. Listening to his continued spilling of words, you release one hand from the fabric, feeling its way up his chest, his thudding heartbeat briefly felt under your hand before making its way further up to its destination. Finding its mark, his tanned cheek. You feel he’s also began to weep. He stops, shuddering at the feel of your skin on his. His own hand coming away from your back to cup over your own you’ve lain on his face. You two stay like that, for what seems like eons, both wishing it could be that long. Your own eternal peace with one another. You eventually lift your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes slowly open to see your own tearful stare. “Oh,” He whispers, his other hand not holding your own coming up, brushing away the wetness. His thumb drying the tears away, while feeling your features. So soft and warm underneath his calluses from his job out in the fields, tearing up the earth. ‘God, what I would do to wake up to this everyday’ he thinks to himself.

This close to him, you can see the sun kissed skin so distinctly now. The freckles and scars that dust his face. One mark in particular you’re familiar with, above his right brow. The one he got while climbing up that Crepe Myrtle, trying to get a certain bushel of flowers for you, barring you from climbing it yourself. Wise on his part, since he ended up falling out of it, earning that scar. It’s made more prominent from his tan. You brush over it and feel him shiver. He’s so sensitive to your touch…Do you have this much effect on him, like he does on you? It makes yourself shiver at the thought. With a faint touch, your hand travels down over his nose. Broken a few times in some scuffles, some in play, others in your honor. It occurs to you then, seeing that mark, the slightly crooked nose that those were because of you. You altered his body. You know he would gladly do it again and again for you, without question, and that scares you. You snatch yourself away, stumbling back into the tree’s trunk. Leon is staring at your withering form, wide eyed. “D-did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you, touch you somewhere you didn’t like? I’m so sorry–” “NO– God no. You didn’t,” You whisper. “What is it? Are you worried about touching me? Because you can touch me wherever, I don’t mind–""Leon.” You get out, wrapping your arms around yourself. “It ain’t any of that…It’s me. I’m no good for you.”

“What are you talking about?” He asks, walking closer to you. You try to take more steps back, the tree preventing you from doing so. You suck in air, trying to stifle the rising tears. “The scar above your eyebrow…Your nose…Broken a few times, all because of me. You’ve been hurt because of me. I can’t let you do that anymore.” Who knows what else will happen, especially in a new place, how much more harm would come to him. You’re staring at the ground, knowing if you meet his eyes, you’ll crumble. “I did all that because I wanted to, for you. I’d do it all over again too, without question. I promised you that I would protect you, keep you safe, no matter what. I Intend to keep all my promises to you. But don’t go cold on me, don’t push me away, please.” He begs, bracing himself against the tree with one hand, the other laying lightly on your forearm. “You don’t know the depths I’d reach for you,” he whispers, leaning in, brushing his head against yours. “Why?” You ask. He remains silent, his touch wavering on your arm, jaw clenched. “If I told you, it would probably change your answer…So, you think about it for a few days, and let me know what you decide. Then I’ll tell you.” He finally replies, voice wavering as he pulls away. He takes a few steps back, allowing you space.

“...Alright.” You answer, standing upright, lowering your arms back down to your sides. You keep your eyes firmly on the ground. You have quite a few questions for him, but you feel like you won’t be getting much else from him. “Hey, look at me,” he whispers. Finally allowing yourself to wash your gaze over his features once again, seeing his sad eyes, sad smile. “Three days, and I’ll be back. Now you think long and hard about it, and you get back to me with that answer, you hear?” You nod. “Okay,” he confirms, before turning and starting to walk away. “Leon!” You shout, walking forward a few steps. He turns his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “You be careful, you hear?” You tell him. He closes his eyes for a second, opens them, and smiles. “Okay.” Turning back around, his form slowly being swallowed by the trees.

You stand there until he’s no longer distinguishable from the foliage.

Straightening your clothing and hair once again, you start in the opposite direction of Leon, making the trudge back home.

Three days.

You hope you have an answer for him by then.

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[whatthefishh]

Okay, how about Din + surprise party + "aren't you my gift?" In which Din remembers readers' birthday and goes out of his way to do a little something for you in his ship with the child. Just you three. Maybe Din gets you a gift, and reader then says dialogue prompt, which can either be fluffy or lead to smut, your choice!!

We already spoke about this, but here it is again 🤡🤡 I'm excited! Thanks, love 😘😘

Helloooo bb, I have written… something lol. It’s not exactly smut but it mentions their intimacy. I hope you like it!! 💕

Birthday series part 6.

Love Language

Din walks behind you, his large gloved hands covering your eyes and the cool touch of his chest plate against your back as he guides you through the Razor Crest. He didn’t tell you what he was up to when you weren’t allowed in the cockpit, him and the kid spending half an hour having a ‘private conversation’, so you went to take a long needed shower and freshen up. After donning a clean pair of clothes, not that you had several to choose from, you emerged from the fresher with Din standing right in front of the doorway. You scream at the imposing figure, not expecting him to be right outside the door, looking just about ready to attack.

To be fair, he always looked ready to strike, intimidating especially in his full armor, the height he had on you not helping. Maker, how did you ever get past his hard exterior to find his heart?

Months of you being his live-in mechanic and occasional babysitter had the two of you spending a lot of time in close quarters, filled with companionable silence for the most part. You did most of the talking, sharing about your previous jobs or funny memories, finding him a rather good listener. The man hummed and grunted when necessary, modulator adding an extra gravely layer to his already low timbre.

When you started opening up about your more intimate memories, little things that made you happy or things you missed, like a comfort food, he would go silent, making you think he wasn’t interested in what you had to share. That is, until he would slowly start bringing you things back from his ventures into the city, when he’d leave you with Grogu to collect supplies or a bounty chip. Din would sometimes return with a trinket, or a snack, always referring back to a (one sided) conversation you’d had with him, tossing the package in your hands as he boarded the ship with a short, “you look like you could use this,” muttered to you.

He was very subtle in the time leading up to where the lines blurred between friendly professionals and … whatever you would call your relationship now. You don’t even fully know when the energy shifted from comfortable silence to the tension you felt when he returned from his hunting, knowing he needed to let off some steam and that sooner or later he’d be climbing into your bunk for some sweet release. You haven’t seen his face in the light before, your eyes barely making out shapes in the dark as he removed his helmet, allowing his mouth to worship you, peeling you apart one orgasm at a time.

At some point you must have shared some basic personal details with him. He stopped outside the cockpit, hands leaving your eyes, and you felt more than saw the whoosh of the doors sliding open for you.

“Okay, open. I know it’s not anything like you told me but I thought, well. We thought you’d like it.”

You were rendered speechless. Flowers from the last planet you’d visited were scattered around the ship, vines holding various buds hanging from the ceiling, making you feel like you were back in the forest on your home planet. The harsh contrast between the delicate blooms scattered across the metal of the ship and the intimidating figure that was the Mandalorian was an image that would stick with you for a long time to come. Grogu sat in his usual spot in the cockpit, cooing at you from his low vantage point as you took in the efforts they put in to celebrate your birthday.

You had almost forgotten, if you were being honest. The days felt like a blur sometimes, what with the light speed and constant traveling. Somehow, Din had remembered you mentioning the nearing date in passing a few days prior and prepared all of this for you.

In your usual seat sat a bundle of fabric, clearly holding a lopsided object in its depths and you concluded this must be a gift for you. Din had gotten you a gift. For your birthday, which you didn’t even expect him to celebrate with you. And the kid was in on it. You were holding back tears, not wanting to cry in front of the hunk of metal waiting behind you.

“You really shouldn’t have. This is wonderful, Din.”

“Open it.”

Reaching forward to lift the fabric off the object, you don’t know what you were expecting as a gift from Din but you should’ve known. Leave it to the lethal bounty hunter to get you a weapon as a birthday gift. Under the bindings you found a vibroblade, small enough that it wouldn’t be hard for your unpractised hands to yield but big enough to cause harm should you need to defend yourself.

Shaking your head you turn around and look at him, holding the blade limply in one hand.

“Aren’t you my gift?” You ask with a teary smile. You said you wouldn’t cry in front of him but he was making it rather difficult for you.

“Thought you’d like this. Besides, you needed a new weapon after stabbing that laserbrain on the last trip and losing your blade. Consider this an upgrade.”

He was right, you were left defenseless for the past little while due to an overly aggressive scavenger trying his luck with you and you having to resort to using brute force to get him to stop. Clearly, Din feels better with you having something to defend yourself with when he’s not available.

“Fine, I’ll accept this upgrade. Where did you get this anyway, aren’t they supposed to be hard to come by these days?” You ask, inspecting the blade further.

He made a non committal noise and waved off your question. You knew you weren’t going to get an answer out of him on how and where he’d acquired the blade. Putting the weapon down, you took in the scene again, still in awe of the pretty flower arrangements. The gift and the whole situation bring a giggle to your lips as you imagine Din in all his beskar glory hanging vines and various blooms for your sake and you turn to see the kid joining you in your laughter. The noises were cute enough for you to pick him up, spin him around and kiss his forehead, realizing belatedly that you still haven’t thanked Din for all his effort.

Putting Grogu down, you approach the imposing figure that you’ve come to love in a short amount of time and take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles gently and looking where you’d think his eyes are behind the dark helmet.

“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting anything and this is more than anything I could have dreamt.”

You draw his hand closer to your heart, unintentionally pulling all of him with it.

Your gaze is steady where you want to think his eyes are watching you as well, until he leans forward to rest his helmet on your forehead, still holding his hand to your chest.

You don’t expect him to say much else and he doesn’t, and you’re okay with that. You’re more than okay with all of it.

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