#Anon is right him just thinking about someone give them radiation poisoning

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here bestie with what may be our penultimate RNM song since we're apparently getting a wedding (and you're right, a bolo tie??!!). I feel like we've done this one a few times but I can't think of anything more perfect for this episode than Two, a song about carrying the weight of the one you love. We saw Michael do this physically and emotionally for Alex most of the episode, and had it beautifully turned around at the end when Michael thought he failed, Alex gave him one last push 😭😭

Going into this final season with the Echo proposal I was leery of hoping for a Malex wedding, and then with Alex being gone most of the season I was even less hopeful. But we are really getting Malex husbands! The writing may have done the absolute bare minimum to earn this, but as we have see the past 2 episode, Vlamburn are going to deliver and I’m so excited about it! (Now lets hope they don’t take a page out of KR’s book and stick the wedding in a wordless montage intermingled with other things in the last 3 minutes of the episode. (I think Vlamis would riot though. This wedding is his and he was a groomzilla for sure! 🤣 though I’m wondering how much say he had and if he approved the bolo tie?)

This song is soooo perfect for this episode and I loved after all the bungled writing all season, that we really got to see Michael fighting for Alex and helping carry him and when he gave everything and was ready to give up, that strength and hope he gave Alex all episode was gifted back to him as the final spark of inspiration. I know we talked about this song at least once before for Malex before season 3 so it’s going to be interesting to look at it now and how far they’ve come!

sweet heart, you look a little tired. when did you last eat? come in and make yourself right at home- stay as long as you need. tell me, is something wrong? if something’s wrong you can count on me. you know i’ll take my heart clean apart, if it helps yours beat.

it’s okay if you can’t find the words, let me take your coat and this weight off of your shoulders.

I love this song so much and this is hitting right in the “Alex has been missing in a pocket dimension for a week or two and probably needs some care and attention” feels. And now that Michael knows Alex is sick he’s taking extra care to make sure Alex is fed and warm and has someone to lean on. Michael has always been the “you know i’ll take my heart clean apart, if it helps yours beat” type and that really came through with his “I’m scared to death I’m gonna lose you today” line but he isn’t giving up on Alex even if it kills the both of them. Just like Caulfield, it’s better to die together than to live alone after the other is gone (hellooooo finale handprint agenda!). We also have the “let me take this weight off your shoulders” of it all with Michael helping support Alex while they’re rushing around and telling Alex not to worry about anything or anyone else because they’ve got it handled and Michael’s priority is getting Alex home safely.

like a force to be reckoned with, a mighty ocean or a gentle kiss, i will love you with every single thing i have. like a tidal wave, i’ll make a mess. or calm waters if that serves you best. i will love you without any strings attached.

Uuuuugh this chorus always gets to me! We have seen a lot of their love over the years coming out in the “tidal wave” form, making a mess of everything, but right now? Ooooh we are in the “Michael is a fucking force to be reckoned with” stages and I am loving it! We really see his duality here, being soft and gentle and calm with Alex because that’s what’s needed of him, though when he’s ready to give up and Alex tells him to make it work, we get that force to be reckoned with coming out strong and I think it’s really going to culminate tomorrow because Michael did NOT save Alex only for them to all die at the hands of some Jones knock-off, and he will not lose Alex to some alien radiation poisoning. Which leads us to the next line... 

it’s okay if you can’t catch your breath, you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.

*chanting* Handprint healing! Handprint healing! Handprint healing! I want to see Alex fading and Michael holding him and pushing every bit of his own life force that he can spare into Alex’s chest. I need to see it, and I need to see them both being overwhelmed by the force of what the other feels for them. Because they’ve been known now that the other loves them, but feeling viscerally exactly how much?! It’s going to change everything and there will never again be any doubt. I know there was hope that a handprint would open their eyes in their angsty days about what they were feeling because they could not communicate for anything, but I kinda love the idea of it happening now, after they HAVE communicated, and they DO know that they both love each other and some of those older wounds have started to heal, and the handprint just makes everything that last little bit clearer. 

i know exactly how the rule goes: put my mask on first. no, i don’t want to talk about myself- tell me where it hurts. i just want to build you up, build you up ’til you’re good as new and maybe one day i will get around to fixing myself too.

Man, this song is coming for my throat right now! We’ve talked a lot about Michael but boy is this hitting in the Alex “I don’t want to talk about me dying, let’s focus on you and on getting a last happy moment together” Manes feels. Before, they were both focused on pushing their own needs aside but we have seen them do so much work on themselves as well as building each other up! Bur right now I’m getting the distinct sense that, yes Alex is asking for something for himself for once, but also that he’s doing this wedding for Michael so Michael will always know how much Alex loved him in the hopes Michael won’t fall apart and blame himself when Alex is gone. BRB gotta go cry into a pillow for an hour about Alex accepting his death but making sure Michael doesn’t blame himself for it.

i don’t even know where to start, already tired of trying to recall when it all fell apart. and i just want to love you, to love you, to love you well. i just want to learn how, somehow, to be loved myself.

This part breaks me every time. These two have spent over a decade trying to figure out how to love the other the way they need and hoping that if they give enough of themselves that they might get some of that love back in return. And now, they HAVE figured it out! They know how to love each other well, and have learned to be loved themselves, but now they are on the brink of losing it all, just as they’ve found it. I can’t....

like a force to be reckoned with, a mighty ocean or a gentle kiss, i will love you without any strings attached. and what a privilege it is to love, a great honor to hold you up.

like a force to be reckoned with a mighty ocean or a gentle kiss, i will love you with every single thing i have like a tidal wave, i’ll make a mess. or calm waters if that serves you best. i will love you without any strings attached, i will love you without a single string attached.

Love is a gift. Neither of them knew before that the other was giving the love without strings attached and they each invented the strings they thought the other was putting on their gift of love leading to so much heartbreak for so long, but now they are both finally in a place to accept the gift for what it is! I have talked a lot about Michael being a force to be reckoned with, but we cannot ignore Alex in this episode being that final driving force in the end. He is actively dying a slow and painful death but when he sees that Michael isn’t giving up? When they are so close to getting home? He pulls up every ounce of hope Michael gave him, and that formidable will he’s always had, and he demands that Michael doesn’t give up. This is a time when calm waters and a gentle kiss aren’t what serves them best and Alex reminds Michael that his mind, the alien’s powers, their love is a force to be reckoned with. I don’t talk a lot about Max either, but him anchoring himself in his love for Liz, despite all the fear he has and using that as a driving force not to destroy their enemy but to rebuild something that someone else could use to save them was *chef’s kiss* and the kind of energy we’ve been missing from Max/Echo for awhile.

This was absolutely the correct song choice for this episode and I’m now drowning in feels! Hopefully the finale gives us a moment to cry about painful Malex angst, and ends (as all SaL songs tend to do) with hope and the start of a new life together. (Who else is going to go absolutely broke with the Vlambase drop?) Also, how perfect is it that the animal for this Enneagram type is a dog? Malex adopting a three-legged rescue beagle when?  

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #roswell nm #roswell spoilers #malex #alex manes #michael guerin #sleeping at last #two #in my malex feels today! #this song always gets me

[urfavisradioactive]

Murdoc Niccals from Gorillaz is Radioactive! I can already feel the radiation poisoning after making this image.

#gorillaz #murdoc gorillaz #murdoc niccals #mod radium #radioactive #ur fav is #Anon is right him just thinking about someone give them radiation poisoning #NOBODY becomes this green for no reason

[tobiosmilktea]

serpentine — kozume kenma

4.2k words | genre/s: fluff | warning/s: cursing | pairing: kenma x f!reader

↪︎ in which nekoma’s new manager captures their setter’s attention

a/n: this was requested by an anon but i accidentally deleted the ask 💀 this wasn’t proofread btw since i’m posting this hella late (atp none of my works are anymore lmao) anyway, the ending is uhh... not good

it takes up to ten seconds for your brain to realize it’s making a decision. you weren’t sure how it all happened considering it didn’t feel like it took ten seconds, and yet somehow, in some way, you agreed to the offer. it was no lingering doubt in your head that you could very well have answered due to the way the third-year manager (all ready to graduate in a few months notice) was looming over you. the look on their face drenched in optimism and a coaxing smile. you liked to think you were a generous person and you couldn’t have possibly said no.

"thank you so much, (y/l/n)!” your upperclassman exclaimed, eyes widening in a bright blithe as they held you at your shoulders and shaking you. “you totally saved my ass getting beat by coach nekomata! see you after school!”

that’s when it dawned at you. were you seriously going to become nekoma’s newest manager for the volleyball club when you had zero knowledge on the sport let alone know how to properly manage a team full of towering individuals? your jaw was basically on the floor as you attempted to plead something back to their current manager, yet nothing was coming out.

you’ve got to be kidding me.

you slumped back at your desk, face still in awe as you couldn’t help but almost felt betrayed by your own selfish mouth that spoke before you could even fathom the task. a sigh escaped you when lunch came to an end and lessons came back in session.

it was no lie that you didn’t really pay attention much in class in the first place. you had a tendency to space out and daydream from time to time with thoughts that serpentine from one idea to the next. however, at one point all you could ever think about was the inevitable doom of having to go to the gym in just a few hours time.

the feeling wasn’t enough to cause an onset sensation of suffocation from nerves, but it was just rather unpleasant knowing that these volleyball jocks would be part of your daily life now.

like a plucked flower petal, your body stood from your seat the moment the final bell rang through the echoing hallways. as if you were moving on autopilot, you hadn’t even noticed how fast you were treading through the hallways. perhaps your nerves were the fuel to your fire as you forced yourself to slow down and mingle into the lightly crowded corridors. perhaps you were glad that your classroom was on the other side of campus from the gymnasium.

you were taking your sweet time and surely they would understand if you were a little late right? granted, it was all too last minute and who knows if you had plans after school or not. spoiler: you didn’t, but that’s beside the point.

at one point, you’ve concluded that you were still walking too fast on your way to the gym despite going at a snail’s pace. it didn’t matter either way as your honey-coated eyes had fallen over the doors of the gym. the right door remained shut while the left was wide open, letting sounds of squeaking sneakers, bouncing white volleyballs, and shouts emitted from the building.

your pace came to a halt just a few feet shy of the door. your hand clutching at your bag’s strap as you waited for a few beats to pass. you weren’t sure what you were waiting for, yet standing there felt like a safer bet more than anything.

“oh there you are, (y/l/n)!” a voice called out to you in the midst of your personal speculation. this forced your attention up to them as you gave them a meek smile. “don’t be shy, come in! let me introduce you to the boys.”

they grabbed you by the wrist, tugging you inside the gym as you shook your head. “uhh, you really don’t have to. i can meet them all later, everyone seems busy right now.”

“don’t be silly!” they wave their hand off like it’s nothing. you follow them to the sidelines of the court, eyes scanning the gym out of instinct—you’ve heard about the many horror stories of those who stopped by and ended up being the target of an oncoming volleyball. a broken nose was definitely the last thing you wanted.

your head turned from watching the volleyball players do their drills as you stopped in front of two bickering individuals. the shorter one with copper brown hair points an accusatory finger at the boy in front of him, the tip of his finger barely reaching the top of the other’s shoulder as he ran a hand through his gray hair. “i swear to god lev, if i hear another word from you i will—”

nekoma’s manager clears their throat.

“oh shit—ha, hey mizuhara.” so that’s their name, you thought. the shorter one greets with a smile, expression all normal as if a complete stranger didn’t just witness him yelling at his teammate.

mizuhara only scoffs, “you’ve always been one for first impressions, yaku, which is why i brought our new manager here in the first place, but i suppose i came at the wrong time.”

“this is our new manager?” the taller one then cuts in, completely pushing away yaku as if his shorter stature weighed like nothing. there was a swift kick in his step as he approached you closer, sticking his hand out for you to shake. man, was this guy tall. “i’m haiba lev, it’s nice to meet you!”

you shook his hand, nodding, “(y/l/n) (y/n).” you introduced before turning towards the poor volleyball player that was pushed out the way.

“yaku morisuke,” he answers without missing a single beat, “i’m nekoma’s libero—”

“that’s why he’s short!” lev interjects and yaku gives him a poisonous look.

you bite back a smile as the libero continues, “don’t be fooled by the height, though, i’m most likely older than you anyway and you look like the type to actually respect your senpais, unlike this guy.” yaku pokes lev.

“are you a third-year?” you ask curiously to which he nods.

“he thinks he can boss me around just because i’m only a first year, but the only one who can give me orders around here is coach and kuroo.” says lev with a smirk that radiated provocation. this seems to be a normal thing between the two of them.

“speaking of which,” mizahara chimed in, head turning towards the courts as your irises scanned for a specific person. “where’s kuroo? i obviously have to introduce our new manager to the team captain.”

“i think he’s still in the locker room talking with the coaches. i’ll go get him,” yaku muttered over his shoulder before walking away.

silence then ensued the trio like a wet blanket, nothing but the lingering sounds of volleyballs thudding against the glazed wooden floors and squealing rubber. everyone in the gym didn’t seem to be too phased by your presence and if they were, they were probably just too preoccupied with their own practice to even spare a single glance.

“so...” lev starts, teetering his weight back and forth as you look up at him. “you’re a second year, right?” you nod, words not wanting to come out. “cool. do you have a boyfriend—or a girlfriend, if that’s what you’re into. i don’t judge!” he laughs then, somehow easing your unease.

“stop asking such personal questions, lev.” a voice calls out from behind him, treading lightly towards you.

the first year shrugs innocently, “i was just curious, cap.”

“yeah, yeah,” kuroo waves him off, “go practice before i double your drills.”

lev nods, “yessir.” before dipping away.

kuroo then gives you a welcoming smile, one that feels quite genuine as his coaches appear behind him. “i’m guessing you’re our new manager in training, right? i’m kuroo if you don’t already know, it’s nice to meet you.”

you introduced yourself yet again, repeating the gesture to coach nakomata and coach naoi. they both radiated a calming, yet serious energy that you weren’t sure to be intimidated by. yet at some point, you shouldn’t even be thinking of such thing considering you would working with them for the rest of the school year and the year after that.

“here, i’ll call the rest of the team over to meet you.” kuroo suggests, his arm already waving everybody down before you could retaliate. “gather ‘round, we have someone you guys have to meet!”

his shout was accompanied by coach nekomata’s shrieking whistle, capturing the attention of the rest of the volleyball team as the sounds of hands impacting the white leather came to a halt.

perhaps that forgotten tingling of nerves had hit you right in the chest like a train the moment all their eyes fell on you. this was not it.

“a girl!” one of them exclaims, hair styled in a strange curly mohawk that charged his way towards you.

“jesus, take it easy yamamoto.” one with a darker complexion and buzzcut says, throwing you a pitiful smile as if to say ‘i’m sorry.’

“sorry, kai...”

you held back a bit of laughter behind your hand.

“everyone, this is (y/l/n) (y/n), she’ll be our team’s new manager.” coach naoi motions towards you, bag strap still clutched within your hands that your knuckles were turning alabaster. “please take care of her well.”

as kuroo opened his mouth to speak, the same one who shouted earlier—yamamoto, you think—cuts in again and says, “are you dating anyone?”

lev laughs from the back of the group, “i already asked her that!”

“but i still want to know!”

“please be respectful or i’m stealing your kneecaps while you sleep.” mizuhara deadpans before motioning for kuroo to speak.

the obsidian-haired captain rolled his eyes in amusement as he began introducing each member of the team one by one, “i don’t want you guys bombarding (y/n), so i’ll introduce you guys myself.” cue yamamoto groaning in disappointment, “the one that keeps asking you such personal questions is yamamoto, our wing spiker.” to which the same man salutes you and gives you a wink. “then there’s kai nobuyuki, our vice-captain. teshiro tamahiko, our pinch server. fukunaga shohei, our other wing spiker. lev and yaku, which you’ve already met. and kozume kenma, our setter.”

your eyes had landed on each and every one of them before abruptly stopping on the last one called. you knew of kenma and his familiar yellow-blond hair. granted, you were in the same year, but he was in a different class and just didn’t really have any interactions besides that one time you two had cleaning duty last year and had to take out the trash together.

the last time you remember him, he was quiet and didn’t speak much, yet there was always a charm within him that had you drawn to him from the start. it was a shame you two never really had a chance to get close.

you wonder if he still remembers you.

meanwhile, the moment your gaze landed upon him, kenma couldn’t help but choke back the rising lump forming in his throat. he surely never thought you two would meet again like this.

the last time he remembers you, you had quite the allure within the way you spoke so nicely. he recalls the way you two first met last year where he offered to take out your trash bag so you wouldn’t have to do work, but you utterly refused. your kind actions stuck with him and despite not being one to talk much in the first place, he couldn’t bring himself to ever speak knowing your lasting presence overran his nerves like a high wire.

kenma’s thoughts are interrupted by a pat on his shoulder, heavy and weighted. his looks over to kuroo’s giving him a sly side-eye as a smirk melted upon his best friend’s visage. 

“everyone, go back to practice,” kuroo commands, “mizuhara will take care of the rest.”

a chorus of discernable groans and ‘yessirs’ erupted in the gym as the hoard of volleyball players turned their backs towards you. everything seemed to be back to normal the way the echoing sounds of a run-of-the-mill practice was back in session. and despite the attention no longer being on you (thank goodness), there was still an inkling in your chest of someone’s eyes lingering as you looked back to mizuhara.

“that’s the girl, isn’t it?” whispers kuroo to kenma, practically scaring him out of his unbeknownst trance that was stuck on you.

the setter didn’t answer right away as he twirled the volleyball in his hand, eyes searching the bronze floorboards below him to find an answer he knew he couldn’t find. “it is,” he sighs.

kenma didn’t like lying, anyway.

you weren’t sure how it really happened. you supposed it was just mere fate or purely the universe throwing you a bone that within two weeks of being nekoma’s newest manager, that you would somehow, someway, found yourself glued to kenma’s side for the majority of the day.

it first started off like this: normal. nothing much had changed to your daily school life besides the fact that you stay after school every day for volleyball practice now, but that’s was beside the point. It continued on like this for a few days, until your scanning gaze over the practicing volleyball players almost always ended up stopping on kenma.

it didn’t matter what he was doing at the time whether he was sweating his ass off playing a practice game or simply staying on the sidelines, body hunched over with his dyed hair falling over his face as he played his video game.

unbeknownst to you, though, your stares were everything but discrete. kenma had always been quite skilled at hiding his emotions and looking nonchalant as possible. either that or he just had no filter whatsoever—there was no in between. 

at first, the attention would always send his heart spiraling out of control. you were always on the other side of the gym when this happens, and he’s glad for that fact considering you couldn’t have seen the way his hands shivered slightly at the way you looked at him.

don’t even get him started on the way his usual patience ran lower and lower the more his teammates flirted with you. from yamamoto’s blatant disregard of your crystal clear unease to lev’s constant presence around you, had affected kenma more than he had hoped.

god, he hated feeling this way, and yet it was addicting that why you still looked at him regardless.

perhaps it was the only reason why he started reciprocating your sly glances to vie for your attention—granted, he already had it.

the subtle linking of your gazes eventually turned into smiles across the court to kenma finally getting the courage to walk up to you after practice. the sky was dim, shrouded by the last few sunrays of the setting sun as he offered to stay behind to help clean up. usually, he would be one of the first ones to leave the gym with kuroo by his side to walk home, but it didn’t take much for his best friend to know what he was up to.

you were folding up one of the volleyball nets at one end to which the setter reached for the other. he folded along the lines, eventually meeting you halfway to which you could say that’s where it all started.

the blossoming of a new friendship.

something about the way you two complimented each other so much, that the moment you two even started talking, it felt like two old friends reuniting. you felt at home with kenma and he liked being by your side.

you supposed that sensation of familiarity you found in kenma led to your days of shy glances to each other turned into eating lunch together to even walking side by side to practice. you both had a knack for being seen with each other to often, that people started to suspect things. from your classmates to the rest of nekoma’s volleyball team did they tread lightly around the subject. it wasn’t like it was any of their business anyway, but good gossip is always entertaining.

“can you please help me beat this level, kenma?”

“absolutely not,” the setter deadpanned, flicking you a tired look as you two neared the opposing school’s gym.

poor kuroo was third-wheeling a few feet behind you.

the night prior, you and kenma stayed up until the sunlight’s orange hues teased away the shadow of the moon, the quiet night in suburban tokyo was filled with your laughter through your gaming headsets. you two stayed up all night playing video games or simply just talking the night away, bridging over the same gap that had already been filled. surely, it was a terrible idea considering kenma literally had a game the next day, but his only excuse was hanging out with you was much better than wallowing in nervous thoughts, so he digresses.

“why not?” you gasp with offense written over your face as clear as day.

kenma shrugs, “maybe after we win this game, i’ll help you beat it.”

you hum in response, tucking your phone back into your windbreaker as you felt the rush of air-conditioned cold air breeze through your hair. approaching the benches, you quickly greet the opposing team’s manager and coach before situating yourself back to nekoma’s side of the court. mizuhara was already in the process of taking out the empty water bottles and placing them into holders to fill them up.

“i’ll help with that,” you offer as you had already picked up a bottle, but mizuhara waved you away with a smile.

“no, no, i’ll take care of this. you can start telling the boys to get changed and have them gather around coach nekomata.” they say, feet already trailing out towards the water fountains as you nod.

your hand scratched the nape of your neck as you turned towards the boys, mouth opening to speak and yet they seemed to already be one step ahead of you. their red tracksuits were already off and stuffed into the deep ends of their duffle bags—it was obvious with the way their bags bulged from the crammed clothing items.

a sigh leaves your lips, shrugging to yourself as it seemed like there wasn’t much to do when the majority of the things were sorted out already. sitting atop the courtside bench, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, typing in your password as you immediately opened up your game. the real game wasn’t going to be starting for the next ten minutes anyway, surely there was enough time to attempt to beat a level within that time span.

your hands gripped the sides of your phone with eyes focused to each detail the flashing graphics shined upon your face. you were so caught up within your own little world, that the ambient sounds of talking murmurs and approaching footsteps bled together.

kenma clears his throat before dropping onto the bench next to you. he peered over to your screen for a second, almost laughing at how much he had rubbed off on you. he feigned himself from scoffing at the way you hadn’t even acknowledged him, but he couldn’t you. it was technically his fault for introducing you to this game. besides, you looked so adorable with the way you would bite your lip whenever you were at the verge of dying.

you groaned, dropping your arms in defeat as you pouted towards him, “i died again.”

“i can see that,” he amused. rolling your eyes at the look he gave you, you rested your elbows upon your thighs again as you reset the level. however, before you resume on playing, the setter swiftly snatched your phone out of your hand.

for once he had to help you with this one.

“watch and learn, (y/n).”

you huffed at his cockiness, resting your chin upon kenma’s shoulder.

usually, he would find himself tensing at your contact, but lately, he’s been treasuring these little moments with you. kuroo would often catch himself off guard whenever he finds kenma cozying up to you like a kitten. this was definitely not something he would usually do unless of course, it’s for someone he is absolutely in love with. it was obvious the way kenma tried so hard to hide his feelings, yet still failing despite the nonchalant exterior. 

if only you two just confessed to each other already, this would’ve been easier on literally everyone here.

kenma seemed pretty confident—so incredibly sure that he would beat this level for you that you couldn’t help but find it the tiniest bit attractive... okay maybe a lot. from the way his fingers intricately worked at the game as if it was second nature. you wondered how in the hell he plays so well, but the hours he puts into gaming was no surprise. within minutes, he had already beat the level.

“holy shit!” you exclaimed in excitement as you pulled yourself off of him, grabbing your phone to look at the ‘VICTORY!’ screen just to make sure it was legit.

the setter couldn’t help but feel the ends of his lips tug into a small smile as he admired the glow in your eyes. he liked it when you looked like this—grinning as if you were an absolute maniac with sugarcoated teeth of saccharine.

you beamed at him, “you’re amazing.”

there is was again, his rapid beating heart causing an avalanche between kenma’s lungs. he couldn’t get used to the way you make him feel. it still felt like the same rising warmth that hugged him like a bear whenever you would praise him or let out a slick laugh. he really liked your laugh. he discovered that about himself the first time he made you giggle over your first discord call together. it sounded like a forgotten epiphany finally finding itself back to him that he wanting to make you laugh again and again. even though the low-quality grain of the microphone, it was enough to ease his yearning to just hold you within his arms.

hearing you laugh over a call was one thing, but it hit differently in real life.

“yeah, right,” kenma scoffs, almost unconvinced. he leans over a bit more, his shoulder touching yours as he tapped a few buttons on your screen. his expression was almost unfazed as you continued staring at him. “you don’t mean that.”

kenma looks back up at you. his lips purse together, forcing the lump forming in his throat when he noticed how close your faces were. his eyes flickered over your features, memorizing them as if this was his last time ever seeing your face. for a brief moment, you felt your heart stop again and again. it punched against your ribcage with such brutal force, you swore kenma could’ve heard it. 

you chuckled nervously, taking a deep breath as the words spilled out of your mouth. “i don’t lie to people i have feelings for.”

it ended up being softer than you thought it was. you supposed it was the way you were so careful to approach kenma’s lips, slowly and gently, just in case he wanted to pull away. in fact, you did expect him to pull away no matter embarrassing it may have been. there was such a pouring downfall within you that maybe you were okay with that possibility of him rejecting your kiss if it meant that there was a chance he might return it.

his lips were like velvet when he kissed you softly. even if it was a brief moment of vulnerability, you were both aware of how inappropriate it was to kiss not only your closest friend, but a member of your team just minutes before a game.

you pulled away then, hands slapping over your cheeks to hide the crimson red blush that suspended itself all the way up to your ears. kenma looked just the same, but he simply looked away.

you prayed that the rest of the guys did see—but they did.

kuroo saw it first, having to do a double-take the moment you pulled away from kenma. honestly, no one would’ve noticed if yamamoto’s loud ass shout didn’t echo throughout the gymnasium. as if your sudden humiliation moved like a domino-effect, jumping from one person to another.

you pushed yourself off the bench, hoping your hair would cover your tomato-colored face as you excused yourself to the bathroom.

right as your figure left the gym, the boys immediately ran towards kenma, still in a dazed state. the poor setter’s lips still buzzed from the kiss no matter how short it was. it still sent flickers of electricity through him as kai shook his shoulder.

“since when were you and (y/n) a thing?” he questioned quite loudly.

he acted as if kenma even knew the answer to that. if anything, he was just glad that he was saved by the buzzer as the game was to start. he let out a sigh as he scanned all of his teammate’s expressions, pushing himself off the bench. “don’t look at me like that.”

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #kenma scenarios #kenma imagines #kenma oneshot #kenma fluff #hq kenma

[light-miracles]

Azulaang?

Andddd I guess I ship Azulaang now. Thanks anon. They're actually pretty interesting??

.........

"I'm not going to apologize," the young princess said, brushing the flying bison's fur.

Aang was on the other side of Appa, brushing his third leg. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his scar was visible all over his back, as if someone had thrown mud and blood at him. 

Aang looked up, confused. "What?"

"Do you call that brushing?" asked Azula, always a perfectionist. "You'll have to do it again."

"Apologize for what? Did you spend all the money on strawberries again?"

"Of course not, that's ridiculous. And it only happened once," replied Azula rolling her eyes.

She had been traveling with the Avatar for the past year, under such unusual circumstances that it was still hard to believe. After some time in the madhouse where Zuko had locked her up, it had become more than evident that no one could help her if she didn't want to. Her very existence was a danger to Zuko's reign. Her brother had tried visiting her, talking to her, but the poison between them was too deep. Azula suspected that poison would always be there.

It was then that the Avatar, of all people, interceded for her. He somehow convinced Zuko that his sister needed to go through her healing path on her own, just like he had done years ago.

That was how her brother, the Fire Lord Zuko gave her a choice. She could be free again, but the most precious thing that any citizen of the Fire Nation possessed, her honor, would be linked to the Avatar from then on. She would travel with him as his bodyguard. She would help him keep the peace between the nations. That would be her mission and her sentence. And if she escaped or betrayed the Avatar, she would lose her honor forever and history would remember her as a traitor to her country. Azula knew they would probably also lock her up for good and throw away the key. His brother's reign was still fragile and he couldn't risk her trying to kill him.

Azula knew perfectly well that she could regain the throne if she wanted to. But she didn't want to. There was no one to impress anymore.

So there was the princess, almost a year later, traveling the world with the young Avatar who had once been her worst enemy on the other side of the war.

"So why do you want to apologize?"

"I said I'm not going to apologize," replied Azula, brushing Appa's neck. "You were on your side of the war and I was on mine. You won, but I'm-not-going-to-apologize."

"Oh, I see," said Aang slowly, studying her reaction. "You don't need to apologize. I've already forgiven you."

"Has it ever occurred to you that I don't want your forgiveness? You haven't been paying attention. I didn't do anything wrong," she replied, brushing harder. "Everything I did was in the service of my nation."

"There are certain limits to what is right to do out of patriotism, princess. You know that."

"You were my enemy. No, there wasn't."

"So that's it," replied Aang, leaving the brush aside and putting on his shirt. "My scar."

Azula crossed her arms, refusing to look away in defiance.

"As I said before, I have already forgiven you," said the Avatar with a smile. "But I think it's you who need forgive yourself."

"It was a war. There is nothing to forgive."

"That's fine," replied Aang simply, satisfied with the simplicity of their conversation. The first two months of their trip, Azula hadn't even talked to him about anything other than his safety. Her 'bodyguard' seemed content to remain silent and ignore his existence for days. Aang would be lying if he said it wasn't awkward at first, but over time their relationship had progressed to the point of basic and more or less normal conversations.

Aang knew he had made the right decision when he asked Zuko for permission to take his sister away. Not only because he was convinced that the mental hospital was in no condition to encourage any chance of Azula's recovery, but because his former enemy could be a formidable ally in his duties as the Avatar. Azula was a genius and an expert in strategy and politics. He was convinced that the princess could do a lot of good for the world if she wanted to.

He still didn't know if she did, but he would accept any advance as a small step in the right direction. Their time together was, after all, her chance to heal. That was the priority. Help a person who needed help.

"You're doing it again, Avatar."

"What thing, Princess?"

"Let me have the last word just because you don't want to argue," she said with a frown. "As if I were a wild animal that should not be provoked."

"I don't think that and you know it," replied the young Avatar softly but firmly. "You say you have nothing to apologize for and I respect that. I understand. Like you said, it was a war. I'm not going to apologize for what I did to your father either. He had to be stopped at all costs. But the war is over now," he said walking towards her and staying still by her side. Azula continued to brush the bison without giving him the satisfaction of looking at him. "Wouldn't be better to leave the past behind and look towards the future? Wouldn't you be happier?" 

Azula threw the brush away, breathing hard through ber tightly pressed lips. "Don't be ridiculous," she said without turning around. "I have no future."

"Of course you have-"

"Open your eyes, Avatar," she said in frustration, but not anger, just resignation. "Wherever I go I will always be a pariah. Even in my own home. Or do you not see the hatred in the eyes of the people in every town we visit?"

"It won't always be like this," replied Aang softly, smiling at the princess. "It may not seem like it, but time heals all wounds. Even the deepest ones."

"It doesn't matter," she said with a shrug. "I haven't really lost anything. I've never been loved, Avatar. I have accepted that it will simply never be a part of my life."

"You're loved."

"Excuse me?"

"You are loved, Azula." For a moment he thought about mentioning Zuko or Ursa, but quickly decided not to. "I know that you think it is foolish, and that you don't feel much hope right now. But even if my people didn't profess love for all living beings, I'll always try to have my heart open to anyone who needs help. Or who needs a friend. And after all our time together, I must know I care about you. I would like to be your friend, if you allow me."

Azula didn't answer him, her mind calculating all the chances that the Avatar was manipulating her to win her favor. For what purpose? She no longer possessed political or military power. Was the Avatar trying to use her talents and strength? It must be that, because there was no other option but-

The Avatar stepped forward and wrapped her in a hug.

Azula's instinct was to shake him off, before feeling something she couldn't remember ever feeling. Something so alien to her that she considered it an invention of fiction, like ghosts. Love. It was a warm feeling deep in her stomach, making her eyes feel heavy and for just a moment, everything stopped hurting. The Avatar radiated love like a burning coal radiated heat.

With wet eyes, Azula returned the hug.

#Super happy i could finish this one #azulaang #Azula #Aang #Avatar aang #Atla #Avatar the last airbender #Fire squad

[thetiredbiwrites]

And then...

Dad!Tony x Son!Reader

(mentions of Uncle Rhodey)

Anon: // hello can you do angsty tony x Son reader. Tony and reader has strained relationship and they we're not in good terms, Tony prefer Peter than his son but it got change when both of them got kidnapped, they been together for a few days and slowly they reconciled. Soon they got save by the avengers but the Son Reader notice that one kidnapper pulled a weapon to Tony then R save his father, he got shot then Tony is scared to see his son dying. Its up to you the ending. ☺

A/N: Thank you for the Tony request 🤗🤗 Hope this is ok! (I love dad!Tony, I think he’d be so good...even though this fic is on a different note🤔😂)

Warnings: Cliff hanger end. It was getting pretty long and I wanted to upload something before bed (which also means it hasn’t been checked but oh well, I’ll re-read it tomorrow) BUT I do plan on doing a part 2 :)

(Also swearing, just always assume swearing)

Words: 3100+

Tony’s relationship with his son had always been strained. Ever since he was practically dumped on his doorstep at 4 years old.

Tony had no prior knowledge that he has a kid, none of the women he’s been with had ever even told him they were pregnant. But if he was being honest with himself, it didn’t surprise him. With the way he got around it was bound to happen eventually.

He just wished he’d known from the beginning.

Having a 4 year old left in his care with no warning put him in a whole new territory he was completely unprepared for.

A baby gives you time to prepare and are essentially a ‘blank slate’ at birth. A 4 year old has experiences, like and dislikes, routines, a connection to someone who abandons them with a stranger…

At the time, Tony was still a playboy, out at events and travelling a lot. As well as CEO of a company manufacturing weapons for the military. He didn’t have time for a child. To break through recently arisen trust and abandonment issues and build a relationship.

He cared about his son. Always made sure he had everything he needed or wanted, a good education and was in good health. But forming personal, emotional connections can’t be done with money, and Tony could barley cope with his own true emotions.

It quickly became clear that they did not share talents or interest in maths, sciences or mechanics. His son struggled especially with maths and Tony initially really did try to help, finally thinking something was in his element and he could bond.

But elementary (followed by middle and high) maths was so simple and automatic for Tony’s brain that he found it difficult to slow down and explain the process to the young boy.

He hired a tutor in his place.

That’s not to say Tony expected or needed his son to be a genius in the same subjects as him. He didn’t need his son to follow him (or his father) to be worthy of his time. But it would have made it easier.

Instead, his son excelled in English and arts, and was amazing in the kitchen. He loved to write stories, create pictures to accompany them and experimenting with new recipes.

Unfortunately, Tony did not excel in these areas, thus distancing them further.

At least he wasn’t taking after his father though. He didn’t force his son into one path or degrade him. No forcing him to grow up, giving him alcohol at a ridiculously young age or sending him away to be completely alone.

Tony often wondered himself if he’d have taken the path he did if his father hadn’t pushed him. If he’d be the same person without the verbal abuse and constant neglect of his father.

He wasn’t blind to his emotional distance and lack of bond to his son. Or to the connection the boy had to both Rhodey and Pepper. He could see that his son was connect to the two people he trusted the most and he was glad.

When Rhodey was available, being in the air force meant he wasn’t always around, he made sure to take the boy out, go to school events and even read his stories, giving feedback and support.

Pepper made herself available if he ever needed to talk and was always willing to taste test.

Even Happy was around to take him where he needed to go, training in the gym and joke with.

So even if the young boy didn’t have a relationship with his father, he had adults around to support and love him and help him through life.

It didn’t stop him wishing he did have a relationship to his father though.

 While MIA in Afghanistan, Tony realised he wanted to try harder to build a relationship to his nearly teenaged son.

It didn’t happen.

He returned home and completely changed his company, which required a lot of time. His guilt also led in him to putting on that damn suit and trying to save the world.

And then he nearly died from palladium poisoning.

And then New York was attacked by aliens and the avengers were formed.

And then Tony had PTSD; anxiety, panic attacks and nightmares.

And then ‘terrorists’ blew up their house and nearly killed Happy and Pepper.

And then murderous robots.

And then the avengers broke up.

And then Tony worked with the UN to amend the accords and set up more help and cleaning crews. Back to lots of travelling.

And then…

And then… Peter.

It never eased up and his son turned 18.

His son made excuses over the years. He genuinely was busy and obviously struggled with relationships. Maybe he’s just not paternal? You can’t blame someone for trying to save lives either.

Of course he was aware it isn’t all on Tony, he could have tried harder to bond with his father as well.

But then Peter came along.

Scientifically and mathematically gifted Peter.

Superhero Peter.

Enthusiastic, smart and funny 15 year old Peter.

And then Tony had the time.

He made the time.

For Peter.

To talk to him. Help with his homework and superheroing.

Teaching him. Training him.

They spent a lot of time in the workshop and lab.

Tony was always so interested in what Peter had to say. Whether is was about science or mechanics, school, spider-man or even teenage romance.

It came so easily and naturally to Tony.

He had the time.

Even the team had noticed this relationship and dubbed them ‘Iron-Dad and Spider-Son’.

That hurt.

The time he overheard Clint comment, ‘why couldn’t we have had dad-Tony this whole time?’ really stung.

Tony’s been a dad, to a son, the entire time he’s known the avengers.

He didn’t hate Peter though. It’s not his fault and he’s actually perfectly nice. But to see his father so easily bond with another kid in a short time made him realise that he’d never get that father-son relationship.

Tony is paternal. Just not for him.

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His eyes fluttered open, the ground cold against his face.

Wait, ground? What-

A groan passed his lips as he sat up, pressing a hand to the side of his head where pain radiated.

He blinked the fuzziness from his eyes, trying to remember how he got there, but the last thing he could recall was leaving the Stark Industries event after supporting Pepper.

The room was dull and very basic. With stone walls and floor, no windows, one dim light and two metal framed beds so rusty they would probably break under his weight.

As he glanced back down to the ground, he noticed another body in the room. They were still slumped on the ground and back to him.

Scrambling across the floor, he pushed on the mans shoulder to lay in on his back and see his face.

Dad?

Quickly he checked for a pulse and when he was satisfied with the regular thumping, he moved away, letting out a sigh of relief.

With his back to the wall, arms resting on his bent knees, he waited.

It was only a short while later when Tony began to wake. Groaning and sitting up in the same manner his son had moments earlier.

“Oh God, what the hell-where am I?” He mumbled, clearly unaware he wasn’t alone.

“I was hoping you’d know the answer”

Tony’s head snapped over at the grumbled voice to see his son.

“Y/N. What- what are you doing here?”

“hell if I know. Can’t imagine why anyone would take me. I generally don’t piss people off and I’m neither an Avenger or a tech genius.”

“Maybe they mistook you for me” Tony joke, completely oblivious to his sons disinterested and cold tone.

He shuffled back to lean against the opposite wall as his son scoffed.

“Sorry kid, you got the Stark looks.”

“Yeah, that’s all I got” the young man mumbled, leaning his head back on the wall, closing his eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

Silence fell between them until the door opened.

The two men rose to their feet as two armed guards entered the room, a third following with a tray of unappealing food and bottled water.

Neither Stark was acknowledged as the tray was placed on one of the beds and they turned to leave. They even ignored Tony’s incessant questioning and cocky attitude.

His son stayed silent, taking on of the bottles as he sat back on the floor, still not ready to trust the beds.

“Could they just answer a simple question? They got to have a fucking reason for this.”

“Whatever it is I wish they’d just hurry up with it.”

“What, are you bored? Got places to be?” Tony asked, before taking his seat back on the floor.

“Yes, actually. I have an interview Monday and I’m not ready.”

“An interview? What for?”

“Like you actually care.”

“Hey, that’s not-“ Tony began to object but his son looked over at him and cut him off.

“Unless it’s about Peter or Superhero shit, you don’t want to know. You haven’t magically become interested, you just don’t like the silence and unfortunately I’m the only one here. You never cared about what was actually happening in my life before, why start now?”

Tony stared at his son in shock. It’s hard to make The Tony Stark speechless, but right now he had no words at all.

As his son dropped his head back to the wall, looking away from him, Tony couldn’t take his eyes off his son.

Thoughts ran through his head as he examined his son, becoming aware of how little he really did know.

-When did he get so tall? Not tall-tall though, definitely the Stark gene at work there.

-That suit makes him look so grown up, even if those a-holes took our jackets and shoes. Why did they take our shoes? No. Not important. Focus.

-I care about my son. Come on Tony, think. Something.

-School? Crap, when did I last even read a report card? He’s always aced English. Didn’t he do band? No, shit, that was Peter. Goddamnit, is he right?

“You’re 18.”

“Well done. You want a medal?”

“Is the interview for college?”

His son still didn’t move, wouldn’t even look at him.

“Please, Y/N. I-I know I’ve not really been… present in your life. But I do care about you.”

“Do you?” His eyes burned long repressed anger and Tony prepared himself for everything that was coming. He knew he’d deserve it too.

“You gave up so easily. It was too hard to bond with your idiot son, a shy kid who couldn’t understand simple maths. You’d rather be with women and go to parties, and the company always came first. All you did was throw money at things. For year I was fine with it, you using money to help me. I had more than more. It was clear you struggled with relationships of any kind and I was just dumped on you with no warning. It was fine because I had Rhodey, Pepper and Happy. They were there to talk to, they taught me things and supported me, Rhodey would go to school events whenever he could. I just figured maybe you’re not a paternal person. Then you became Iron Man and started saving the world and I can’t be mad about that.”

Tony stayed silent and watched as his son stood up, running a hand through his hair as he began to pace.

“Then you met Harley and kept in touch with him. You upgraded his garage into a high-tech lab. But he did help you save Pepper and the President so I guess you owed him and I didn’t let it bother me. It wasn’t until Peter came along that I noticed that you are one of the most naturally paternal people I know. You became his father figure, took him in so quickly, bonding immediately. If he needed help, you were there. He wanted to talk, you listened. Whether it’s out being Iron Man and Spider-man, training him, helping him with his school work or just locking yourselves in the workshop for hours building new shit. You’re always there for him. He witters on about some stupid crush for 25 minutes and you hang on every word. But you couldn’t do that for me?! What, did I need to be a genius at maths?! Interested in building extravagant technology?! Would you have noticed me then? You know, you went to Peter’s science show last month but you’ve never been to any of my school events. It was always Rhodey, Pepper and Happy a couple times, or no-one. But never you.”

The young man stared at his father, chest heaving, eyes burning as he held back tears. Yet Tony said nothing. He couldn’t take his eyes off his son. Lips parted and eyes glistening with unshed tears, he just sat, no words coming out.

“Yeah I’m 18 any yeah it’s a college interview. I graduate in a few weeks, Rhodey’s going. I’ve already been accepted to a couple colleges. Only a few months and I can leave.”

He didn’t give Tony a chance to respond as he risked the bed, laying down and facing the wall as he focused on bringing his breathing back to normal.

Behind him, his father watched on as tears fell down his face, guilt taking over his whole being.

Neither of them spoke for the rest of the night. While his son eventually fell asleep, Tony stayed on the floor, thinking through everything his son told him and looking back over the years.

The following morning, two guard came in and took Tony away.

They brought him back a few hours later, unharmed. The younger Stark watched as Tony worried his bottom lip and fussed with his clothes. He noted the troubled look on his father’s face and it was clear that whatever the kidnappers told him wasn’t good at all.

But he remained silent.

Eventually Tony settled, sitting on the floor again. But the two still didn’t speak for a few more hours.

“I’m sorry,” Tony finally broke through the silence and tense atmosphere of the confined space.

His son remained silent but his eyes moved up to look at him. This was enough of an acknowledgement that he was listening and so Tony continued.

“You might not believe that, but I am. I don’t know why it was so hard or why it was so easy with Peter. I didn’t- It wasn’t intentional, I didn’t even realise.”

The young Stark kept his eyes on his father but his face stayed blank and lips sealed.

“And you know, just because maths and science subjects didn’t come naturally to you doesn’t mean you’re an idiot. I’ve never once thought you were. I know the Stark name has become so tied to them, mechanics, advanced technology and engineering… but it doesn’t mean you’re not…good enough? Because you don’t follow that. I never thought you should have been, it didn’t-didn’t disappoint me or anything. But you were always so talented in arts, you wrote the most amazing stories and a complete natural in the kitchen. Things I’m not so great at. It just made it harder for me to figure out how to connect. I didn’t know where to start.”

A small smile flashed across his face, eyes glazed as he recalled the past.

“Y’know, I loved those stories about the uh, the dragons that live on your shoulder. I’d find drawings and paintings of them all over the house, and it was a big house!”

Across from him, his son’s head raised a little higher, eyebrows subtly furrowing and looked at the soft expression on his father’s face. He had no idea Tony even know about those.

“I should have been there, tried harder. There’s no excuse for that. But I have always cared. You were just so talented in things I didn’t understand. Then I saw how close you and Rhodey became and-“

Tony let out a sigh, looking away from his son.

“You were left with me, an egotistical ass and a- a playboy. I didn’t think I deserved you. You deserved someone better. Someone emotionally available and mature. Someone to help you grow into an amazing person and progress your talents. Someone like Rhodey. He deserved you and you him. He was -and is- better for you. You were loved and supported by him, and then Pepper and Happy, so I – I thought you’d be ok. That you wouldn’t need me.”

Once again it was all quiet in the small room. This time Tony wouldn’t look at his son, but he couldn’t take his eyes off his father.

“I did need you.”

His voice was raspy as he admitted this to not only Tony but himself.

“Rhodey’s the best. I love him. Couldn’t have asked for a better Uncle. But that’s what he is; my Uncle. You were supposed to be my Dad. I shouldn’t have had a father figure when my father was right there. You were so cool, before and after becoming Iron Man. You made everything around you seem like fun. I didn’t understand the tech crap but- I’m an artist. I can, and did, design things. It’s not all on you, I didn’t make it easy.”

“You were a kid, it is on me. But, maybe- When we get out of here I’ll do better. I want to be an active part in your life. I also understand if it’s too late though.”

“It’s not. It’ll take time but, I’d like that. Rhodey might get jealous though.”

A huffed laugh slipped past Tony’s lips as they spread into a smile on his face when his son cracked a grin.

They continued to talk into the night, about school, which colleges and courses, friends and dating. Once they started they couldn’t stop.

It is hard to shut up a Stark.

They were laughing about one of Tony’s stories of his time in MIT with Rhodey when an explosion shook the room.

The men stood up and faced the door as the sounds of fighting and yelling grew nearer. A smirk spread on Tony’s face as he recognised the noises of his teammates.

It wasn’t long before the door was broken down and Captain America stood in it’s place.

“Bout damn time. Did you stop for coffee?”

“Yeah, yeah, tin man. You’re welcome.” Hawkeye quipped as they walked down the halls.

Rhodey broke through to get to his nephew’s side, checking him over and ensuring he was ok.

Tony led the group to the main room. The kidnappers had access to files and tech that would be too dangerous to leave.

As Tony wiped everything, quips flowing between him and his teammates, none of them noticed the man sneak in through another door.

The younger Stark moved before his brain could even process what was happening, placing himself between his father and the gun that was raised to his back.

*bang*

#tony stark x reader #platonic tony stark x reader #platonic!tony stark x reader #tony stark x son!reader #tony stark x son #tony stark imagine #avengers imagine #avengers reader insert

[the-last-cuddlebender]

I wish you would write a fic where Aang and or Katara dies

*inhale* I knew this day would come. (I have -32% skill at writing character deaths because I am soft and squishy, but I tried...and I reluctantly appreciate the practice, especially since this got a lot longer than a fic request lmao🙃) BUT SERIOUSLY, ANON, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME—?!

Katara was an ocean reduced to a puddle, and Aang held her close like she might drift away.

His hug was warm, his arms were home, and the soft coo that spoke her name almost made her believe that everything was going to be okay...

Rating: T

Words: 3,300 (AO3)

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Dozens of cracks tore open the cave floor like a dried log being snapped in half. The continent itself was being torn asunder, but the world falling apart wasn’t what filled Katara from toe to brim with frozen static.

The look on Aang’s face made it harder to breathe. He held her still with that unfamiliar but familiar smile of his that brought down her every defense. He cradled her face as she caught her breath and recovered from the sprint for their lives.

His voice was a gentle coo that was forever concerned, but his words were distant and fuzzy like he was speaking to her through water.

“—can, Katara. I—”

The tunnel threatened to collapse again, and Katara braced herself to the wall and coughed on the dust that greeted her stinging lungs.

“—be right behind you. Look at me. I promise. I’ll be right behind you, okay? I promise.”

Aang kissed her brow for a second too long. It didn’t feel right. He didn’t look right. He didn’t sound right.

Katara was almost too weak to speak, so her concern bled into small touches and little tugs to pull him closer. The Uprisers were not known for being kind to their captives, and Katara had been no exception. The drugs they forced down her throat were thick and sour like rancid syrup; her bending was numb and kept just beyond her ball and chain, and the living hum thrumming just beneath her skin refused to give up control of her body.

Aang, however, looked as horrible as she felt. She tried not to think about what he had to fight through to rescue her from the compound.

Aang had never struggled to breathe before. He was an airbender. The scratchy sounds from his every pant were crimes against nature.

“Aang—”

“I promise.” Aang stepped closer like he was giving himself as a gift—No, no, not a gift, something worse. His presence was warm like something safe and soothing, and it radiated in the air between them...but his winds were wilting.

Aang’s smile got a little bigger. He stroked her face again. “I’ll be right behind you. I promise. Have I ever broken a promise?”

The mountain groaned and warped beneath them like the rolling shoulders of some large beast. The imaginations of their children’s cries were in Katara’s ears, now; the force of them nearly jerked her off her feet.

Aang said something else—something reassuring that began with a soft promise and ended with a gentle whisper of her name.

The hairs on Katara’s nape stood on end, and her stomach flipped into everywhere it shouldn’t be.

Aang’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. It didn’t spark any color, either; it was just enough to dress his face in a grin. 

His smile—damn that spiritsdamned smile—

His little laugh was a sledgehammer driving into her gut, his brushing touches were claws sinking into her heart, and the little shadow in his eyes—terrified and so sad that Katara nearly cried for him—was a beast threatening to rip her apart. 

He...He wouldn’t...

Heat crawled into her face, warmth slid down her cheeks, and Aang’s unspoken words were daggers twisting into open wounds and bleeding her out.

...He couldn’t.

The whole continent shook with a mighty roar. Aang stiffened and failed to pretend to ignore it. He looked at her like he was looking through her, into her—flipping through the pages of her soul and signing them so his presence there wouldn’t be forgotten.

He couldn’t—He promised—

His image blurred. “No…” Katara’s first tears raced down her face like they might be able to stop him if only they hit the ground fast enough. “N-No...No, I am not—Dammit, Aang, I am not leaving here without you!”

Aang’s smile was a tranquilizer, and it was made all the more potent when he claimed the space between them again. Katara fisted his robes; it took her a few fumbling tries—like her fingers were stiffened from frostbite—, but her shaking hands eventually found purchase.

His hands caught her face before she could hide under his chin. “Leaving me?” He said it so casually that Katara would have smacked him if she could move. “Who said you were leaving me? You’re not leaving me. I’m just giving you a head start. I’ll catch up with you.”

“Aang, please. We have to go home. You—You know how Tenzin gets when it storms like this. He and Bumi and Kya need you so…so we have to go home...please.”

Aang’s smile got a little bigger. His eyes got a little wetter. The press of his brow to hers was as gentle as he always was and like how he always made her feel.

He exhaled—the sound was familiar; the air was, too—, but this breath left him like it did in her nightmares after those days when someone walked into her clinic and didn’t walk out.

“...Tell them that I love them?”

Katara’s chest caved in like it was made of glass. Everything flushed too hot and too cold all at once. Her head was fuzzy and filled with cotton.

Aang had the audacity to smile a little more—lopsided on the left side with the shadow of a dimple that never did choose whether or not to call his face its home—and wipe his thumbs under her eyes like he could wipe away her broken heart just as easily.

Katara’s voice was watery and taut like a cable about to snap. “I’m not telling them shit.” She glared hellfire at his stupid face even as she leaned into his touch and drank the safety he cloaked her with. “You’ll tell them yourself once we get home. They’re probably hungry since it’s close to their bedtime and—”

“Katara…”

“No! We are going home—both of us—and y-you can tell them yourself! We are going to regroup and try again, but right now we are going home—!”

She tugged him, but he didn’t move. Her buckling knees nearly took her out, and some hidden part of her ripped in half and bled poison—sharp and twice as toxic as the Uprisers’ drugs—into everything that she was.

Aang’s eyes misted over like the boulders on Ember Island that sat in the sand and surf and bore a perpetual glaze from the ocean throwing itself against them.

He could not have begged her any harder if he was on his knees.

“Katara…”

No. No. She wouldn’t—she couldn’t...

Katara sucked air on her next inhale as her throat threatened to close.

She yelled at him. She screamed at him. The mountain shook some more, Aang grew all the more concerned, and the look on his face and the sag of his shoulders—defeated—made her weep all the harder.

“—expect me to care for you so little that I would leave you behind! How could you ever—how could you ever j-just expect me to—!”

He let her tire herself out. Typical airbender tactic. Her body, the drugs, and her exhaustion fought her on his behalf, and her shaking fists beat his chest in little more than muted pats.

Aang slipped past her defenses, held her face in a way that compelled her to lean into his palms, and showered her with chaste kisses that lasted for seconds at a time. Each one lasted longer and pressed deeper than the one before like he was guiding her into warm water. They were simple, they were welcoming, and they were perfect.

He tamed her like it was the most natural thing in the world, and, when he mumbled sweet words into his every kiss, she shuddered like something dead about to be blown into dust.

Katara was an ocean reduced to a puddle, and Aang held her close like she might drift away.

His hug was warm, his arms were home, and the soft coo that spoke her name almost made her believe that everything was going to be okay.

Katara choked on her next breath and buried the wet sound in the singed tatters of robes resting over his heart.

“P-Please, Aang…Please...”

Aang hugged her tighter to keep her from falling apart. “...I love you.”

Katara trembled, but the small kiss to her cheek caught the pieces of her shattered heart, and the hum of his voice calmed her storm like he was shepherding it back home. Katara’s legs buckled. She almost smiled, damn it all. She hugged his neck and rushed to tell him how much she loved him and how much she needed him to come home.

He promised. He promised.

Aang kneeled and guided Katara to her knees like he knew better than she did that she would fall flat the second he was gone. Katara scrambled to hold onto him; she clawed his back and prayed that her fingers would not be numb for long enough to keep him there.

“No, no, no, no, no, Aang, please, no, please—”

“I love you...I love you...I love you…” He kissed her some more and rubbed her back. “It’s okay, Katara.”

Katara shook her head. “N-No…’s not okay. It’s not. Aang, I don’t...I can’t…” She pressed her face to his. It was the only part of her she could move. “My…’m husband ‘nd I need you and...a-and…”

She was scared. She was so, so scared. His arms were the safest place in the world, and she needed him. She loved him. He was her husband. He was the father of their children. He was her full moon when she was at her weakest, and he was the man she was going to spend every boring, exciting, sad, happy moment of her life with.

“You...You promised...You promised, Aang…You promised…”

Aang’s hand was ghostly as it trailed up and down her back. His touch was a key and she was his safe, and he unlocked the tension out of every part of her so she could barely muster the control to hold onto him. His next kiss was longer than the rest. The hug he tugged her into was so safe that it almost tricked her into thinking that he was leaving for only a little while.

“I did promise. And I am promising.” She felt his smile when he kissed her neck and talked right into her ear. “I’ll be right behind you, okay? Just keep walking east, and Appa will find you. Keep your eyes ahead of you. You can get lost if you look back.”

Katara hesitated, frozen, for a second that lasted an eternity.

...She didn’t want to say goodbye. 

“Don’t...Don’t go…Please, don’t go. I’m begging you, Aang, please…” She fought the numbness trapping her within the cage of her body, but her efforts to hold him tighter did nothing but make her arms shake. “I love you...I love you so much, and I can’t...P-Please don’t go…”

Aang pulled away; Katara flinched like a bandage was being torn off and scrambled to keep him close, but she might as well have tried finding purchase on wet glass. 

He cupped the curve of her jaw, and his fingers wove into the stray hairs that curled under her ear. She leaned into him. She didn’t bother trying to hide her desperation. Her next plea was the whine of a dying machine, and her shaking hand held his wrist to brand his warmth into her. She closed her eyes and prayed to be anywhere else.

She could tell him how much she loved him until the universe itself buckled and collapsed and still not have said how much her heart bled for him.

He was the daydream that made all of her nightmares worth it.

...He was her best friend.

Defeated grey eyes like ashes left in the wake of a fire looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time.

Then he smiled. And Katara’s heart went to war.

Because the way he looked at her made everything bright and warm and perfect even though his eyes were kissing her goodbye.

“I’ll be right behind you, Katara,” he said. His quiet voice—always gentle and forever concerned—was strong and reassuring, but he swallowed so heavily that she saw his throat bob. His touched his forehead to hers and drowned her in all things safe and familiar and home. “I promise.”

Katara made a sound like a whimper. Her world turned crooked, and her grip on his robes was the only thing keeping her above water.

He was supposed to teach Bumi how to fly a skybison. He was supposed to help Sokka prank Toph the day after next for her birthday. He was supposed to teach Tenzin how to airbend. He was supposed to teach Kya how to dance so she wouldn’t be so nervous in front of other people.

He promised—He promised...

Aang kissed both her cheeks and twice between her eyes.

“I love you.”

And then...nothing.

The warmth was gone—just a gust of air in his wake. He didn’t let her see him leave.

There was a wall where he once was, sealing the cave shut.

Katara was suddenly drowning, and she fought to find her air. “No!” She dragged herself forward and fell flat twice before touching the cold barrier. She shook like a building about to collapse. She clawed the stone as she spiraled into something worse than darkness. “No! Aang, you promised!” Her numb limbs got a little number, and her soul burned like it was peeled raw. She screamed so loud that it threatened to make her throat bleed. “Aang, you promised! Aang, please! Please! Aang, you promised!”

The mountain growled and threatened to crush her, but Katara yelled at it, too. She yelled at the Spirits and the Avatars and her stupid, stupid best friend.

The sounds from beyond and below the stone wall would haunt her forever. Katara clawed the door he had slammed in her face even though she could just barely find the strength to keep conscious.

He promised. He promised, damn it all. He promised—

Sokka and Suki found Katara mere minutes before the mountain collapsed. Her fingers were bloody. Her voice was gone. She was crying more than breathing.

Sokka cursed as he dragged her, weakly kicking and mutely screaming, out of the cave while Suki tried to keep Appa still. 

Katara scrambled and fought—frantic—but her world was spinning out of control. She couldn’t muster more than a desperate squirm and a heartbroken whine that Suki had to look away from.

“Let me go! He promised!” Katara screamed, but her voice was a leaky stream of air from a broken pipe that was barely louder than the rain. Her words were full of holes and made the back of her tongue her taste like iron and salt. “Sokka, he needs me! Please, they’re going to kill him!” She looked up at her big brother. Her world was being ripped apart, but Sokka wouldn’t look at her. “Please, Sokka! Please! I can’t lose him again! I can’t...I can’t—!”

Her big brother set his jaw and said nothing, but his grip shook the barest bit.

A broken sound—a long keen like a wounded wolf’s howl—dragged itself out of Katara. She wanted to fight, but even her body was letting her lose him.

Lose him.

She was losing him.

“Sokka, I...I promised...I promised...”

Lightning flashed white-hot scars across the blackened sky and cracked Katara’s eardrums like a whip against her back.

Katara’s element called to her in every sheet of rain flooding the ground in inches of water, but she was trapped behind dirty glass, helpless to the drug humming with laugher just beneath her skin.

She kicked Sokka where it hurt, but even when Katara fought free, she couldn’t pick herself up off the ground.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair.

Appa paced and pawed the mountain. He softly groaned, his eyes searching.

He...He promised.

Katara fought to move her head enough to face the cave entrance. She panted, too confined, too enclosed, like she was being compressed into her own skin.

Aang...

Her other half was missing.

He was in danger.

He was alone.

She needed to get him back—she had to. Everything would be okay if she just got him back.

She always brought him back.

She tried to picture his smile, but the memory didn’t carry the warmth that he did.

The broken sound dragged itself out of Katara again, and, this time, it broke her apart and dragged her pieces with it.

“No....No, no, no...Please, n-no...Please...”

Mud and rain touched her tongue, and Katara didn’t know who or what to curse anymore when still her element wouldn’t come to her. It mocked her like a million devils and burned her with just as many hateful glares when she dug into what wasn’t there and dragged herself forward a few inches.

...Suki gathered her into a submission hold and scooped her into the saddle.

The shredded parts of Katara that had held on to something like hope were torn off and left to bleed out.

“No...” Katara clawed Suki, the saddle, and anything else she could reach. “No—N-No...” 

Aang—He needed her. He needed help. 

When next the mountain roared, what was left of Katara’s heart tore into pieces as fine as ashes. 

Aang...She heard him.

He was hurt. 

He needed her.

He was stupid.

He was alone.

He was scared.

He was her best friend, and she wasn’t going to leave him. 

She promised. 

Appa whuffled a concerned sound when Suki pinned Katara prone in the saddle to halt her next escape attempt, but the ground giving way gave him no choice but to fly.

There was a last crumble of stone like a god falling out of the sky.

There was a plume of dust and dirt that stole the space in Katara’s lungs.

And then...nothing.

The mountain—The mountain was gone, swallowed into the ocean with the rest of the peninsula.

It was gone.

He was gone.

But he...he...

Suki tried to console her even as she fought back her own tears. Sokka sat beside her and squeezed her hand so hard that she couldn’t feel her fingers.

Katara’s limbs were filled with lead, and she slowly sank, like through quicksand, into something cold and dark that reminded her of nightmares and flirts with death. She was at the bottom of the ocean, and she was being crushed alive.

Her ears rang, her insides became more slush than bone, and the wind howled and beat them like it was mourning its last master.

Breathing was no longer a passive function, and Katara had to remember her children just to convince herself to fill her lungs again.

Her children.

Their children.

The emptiness was a pit in her chest that sat on her with the weight of a mountain, and it was swallowing Katara whole.

“You…” Katara hiccupped and pressed herself into the waterlogged saddle like she might be able to hide there. Her voice was the crunch of glass underfoot, and the whole of her shook like she was freezing to death. “You p-promised…”

The hole in her chest where her heart once was tightened its inky-black chains around her. Her insides rang hollow, and ice crept in frozen webs just beneath her skin. She was numb. She was floating—She was falling—, but Katara kept fighting anyways.

Her only moment of peace came when Suki chi-blocked her.

Unconsciousness was a blessing, and Katara welcomed it like she was sprinting towards it.

This was all just a nightmare. It had to be.

She would wake up, roll over so she was buried even deeper in his arms, and smile as he mumbled a sleepy ‘I love you’ and lazily kissed her hair.

Because Aang promised.

“I guess this means we’ll always be together.”

...And she thought Aang would never break a promise.

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aka the “Katara: the Last Airbender” AU that I have equal parts love and hate for. Aang dies protecting the world—and, more importantly, Katara and his family—when Tenzin is a baby, so Katara has to teach Tenzin airbending from what she learned/remembers from Aang. Being his sparring partner made her the best—and now only—resource for airbending, but she knew more than most people realized. She knew Aang better than anyone. His every facet was a mirror and a duplicate embossed into her own. She gave Aang his own Kataango but with airbending, after all, and learning his way of interacting with the world made her connection with him all the deeper. (Sokka was the better storyteller, though, and Katara could only hope that he could tell the three lights of her life about their father without summoning tears at the mere mention of their good times like she did.)

Btw If you heard a loud crack, that was my heart breaking🙃

I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY, ANON

#kataang #aang #katara #avatar the last airbender #atla #the legend of korra #I have -32% skill at writing character deaths but I tRiEd #catch me smiling through the pain lmao just laugh through it ahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH #i can direct you to much better writers who can rip your heart out anon trust me they're ✨phenominal✨ at killing you slowly #i am a perpetual open wound because of them🤧 #aang death #becauSE I DIDNT NEED MAH HEART ANYWAYS #sokka #suki #otp: your moon and my ocean #answered #fic request #myfanfictiontag #post

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Forever With You

Sam Giddings (Until Dawn) x Emo!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Death, Mourning, Swearing, Slight Gore

Genre: Angst

Summary: Living with knowing that your life was basically given back to you from near-death thanks to the demise of a loved one is the closest feeling to death with your heart still beating. Sam now knows that. The whole group knows that. Good thing friends stick together even after death. 

Requested by my lovely Until Dawn Anon. Hi babyy! I hope you enjoy the read and I sure as hell hope this isn’t the last request of yours I’ll be writing. We’re business partners at this point LOL. Love you ❤❤❤

QUICK NOTE - Some elements of this fic, by request of Until Dawn Anon, have been inspired by a certain drama series. I’m not gonna name it to avoid spoilers for both the show and this fic, but whoever’s watched the show will recognize which show is being referenced.

Sam’s POV

“You’d make a mean hunter!“ Chris comments as Y/N lowers the shotgun after shooting her mark for the fifth time. 

“Nah, I’d never hurt animals.“ She gives him a sincere smile, “But I appreciate you thinking I have the proper skillset.“

We’re waiting for the world’s slowest cable car to make its way to our station, aka the lower station so we can meet up with the rest of our group, assuming that any of them are already there. 

When I arrived at the station Chris, Ashley and Y/N were already there. They were sitting on the benches outside the station, waiting for me. I was actually supposed to take the same bus as them but something came up right as I was about to head to the bus station, forcing me to take the bus an hour after theirs.

“Sam, I will never forgive you for this, I swear!“ Y/N says, standing up from the bench and heading in my direction, “You let me thirdwheel alone! I mean, I could only survive watching these two beat around the bush for so long!“ She lowered her voice when she said that, giving the couple us two and Josh call Chrashley a quick glance over the shoulder.

I took her hands in mine almost instinctively, “Aw, I’m sorry. But look on the bright side: the love radiating off them is so strong it kept you warm as well!” It was true, her usually freezing hands were not so frozen. Still colder than a person’s should be, but not yet to the point of provoking concern.

She smirked, rolling her eyes, “You know I’d rather freeze to death than have love keep me warm.” She spat the word ‘love’ as though it was poisonously bitter in her mouth. Luckily, before I could say anything more, Chris dragged us to the makeshift shooting range he had found at the side of the snow covered clearing.

It didn’t take long for him and Y/N to start getting competitive with one another, like the not-blood-related siblings they are, so now Ash and I are observing their little competition of who can hit the most marks with the smallest amount of prep time. It’s obvious Y/N the one winning, but Chris isn’t the quitter type so while she is shooting even the smallest of pebbles in the snow we point out to her, he’s still aiming for the hanging sacks of sand and the glass bottles.

With the two of them being so immersed in their ‘competition’, Ashley and I are chatting while remaining a safe distance away from the shooting pair - Chris especially. Y/N has at least slight experience in the field. Being at the distance that we are, we are also out of earshot for them. So, both Ash and I bring up the obvious topic that never remains unspoken - RELATIONSHIPS.

“You and Y/N have been really close as of late. Finally making things official?“ Ash nudges the conversation first as she adjusts the beanie she’s wearing.

I sigh, a white cloud created from that breath of something between disappointment and dread, “We’re not even unofficial. We’re just friends.“ I take the opportunity to take a teasing stab at her, “I’m not luck enough to have my...“ I make quotation marks with my fingers, “’crush’ feel the same way about me. Unlike you.“ I smirk at her, noticing the color of red appearing on her cheeks despite the cold breeze that’s caressing every inch of exposed skin, making it worryingly pale.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Sam. For both of those statements.“ She says diplomatically, scanning the shooting duo with a quick once-over. “She isn’t as reserved when she’s with you. I know you don’t notice, but everyone else does. She’s different, warmer even, with you.“ I expect her to go on, explaining her situation with Chris, but she doesn’t.

As much as I’d like to get her to go on and spill a little of what she feels about Chris, even though everyone and their grandmothers already know, I can’t help but let my mind go down the rabbit hole of ‘what if’s. I’m not oblivious nor blind, I can see the way her demeanor changes around me in comparison to, let’s say, when she’s around Mike. However, she’s ‘warmer’ with Josh, Chris, Matt and Ash as well. It’s called friendliness. It’s no secret that she’s never been too fond of Emily or Jess or Mike. The friendliness of a person can so easily be taken out of context when someone’s crushing on them.

And Y/N’s friendliness especially. This girl hates romance. Absolutely hates it. The word ‘love’ itself gets her annoyed and bothered to the point of discomfort sometimes. I have never tried to probe and try to figure out why. I say I haven’t cause I respect her privacy, but truth be told I am scared. I want to believe there is a small part of her that still wants to experience a romantic relationship, a love connection, and I’m afraid that prodding the subject would shatter all the hopes I have.

How did I end up falling for this dark, broody, Catwoman like emo girl? - I have no idea. It was only natural if you ask me. I think I’m not the only one who’s so whipped by her, but I could never be sure. I mean, how could someone NOT fall for this raven badass: black hair, eyes just a shade lighter than black, tattoos - perfect combination of beauty and brains. And balls, she’s probably the boldest person I’ve ever known or will ever meet. What really caught my attention when I first laid eyes on her was the way she shined. Literally. I don’t mean that as a cheesy metaphor - the girl is always covered in jewelry that reflects the sunlight perfectly. She mesmerized me from day one. She made me a big hypocrite - I was always the one to tell Chris and Ash to make a move, to confess their feelings, and now here I am, in their shoes as though they have cursed me.

“Hey, eagle eyes! Our ride’s here.“ Ash announces, handing Chris his backpack as they fall in step, walking side by side around the station.

Y/N falls in step with me, elbowing my ribs gently, “Slow down, let’s give them some privacy.” She slows her pace to a frustratingly slow walk and I oblige, “I don’t usually say things like this, but they are really cute.”

We’d be really cute

Wait, where did that thought come from?!

“Yeah, I know.“ I say through the fog of confusion that has taken over my brain. “They sure are.“ I clear my throat, trying to hide the fact that my own mind just shocked me. Damn, what is happening to me? What is this crush doing to me? It’s exhausting and terrifying but....I don’t want it to stop.

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“It’s ok, baby. You’re ok.“ Y/N’s voice echoes in the eeriness of the mines.

How did this night make a swerve for the worst so suddenly. All of it, all the horrors just piled up so suddenly. We’re fearful of our own shadows at this point. We are terrified of each other as well. We’re all in a fragile and vulnerable state, with out sanity hanging by a thread. We are all slowly losing ourselves more and more, the events of the past few hours and the hours to come dragging us in the depth of this seemingly endless void of terror.

And then there’s Y/N. Mike, her and I have just found Josh who was having some sort of hallucination-riddled breakdown in the mines. While Mike and I stood aside, contemplating our next move, Y/N didn’t waste any time hesitating. She ran right to his aid and literally pulled him out of his horrific delusions, wrapping her arms around him tightly, murmuring words of comfort as he cried on her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. For everything. I should’ve done something...I should’ve saved them.. I shouldn’t have done this to you guys.“ Josh’s sobs tear my heart to pieces. Seeing him like this is like watching a disaster happen right in front of me, but I’m incapable of doing anything to prevent it or aid help the people affected by it. I’m helpless, I can just stand aside and watch. Watch as he falls apart and Y/N desperately trying to keep him together as if she’s strong enough to carry such duty on her shoulders.

“It’ll all be over soon, it’ll all be ok. Hannah and Beth know it wasn’t your fault, Josh. We forgive you too. Please, don’t do this, at least not now.“ Just as she says those word, an inhuman screech comes from somewhere in the distance behind us, accompanied by another shortly after which came from right up-front. 

Good thing we don’t have to head in either of those directions, not that we’re safe no matter which path we take. We’re walking through thigh deep water which could be hiding anything below the surface yet we wouldn’t know because it looks more like ink than water. We’re not the most discreet nor quiet as we move forward, taken that we are doing our best to push through with letting out as little curse words and sneers due to the inability to feel our lower body.

My foot hits something solid and rather sharp, most likely a large stone, causing me to let out a loud hiss before I could stop it. I freeze, listening on the noises surrounding us, expecting those screeches to emerge from behind the nearest wall and put an end to this torture we’re enduring. 

I nearly jump out of my skin when a hand wraps around my wrist gently. My first instinct is to pull away, all my muscles tensing as I try to take a step back. 

“Hey, hey relax. It’s ok.“ Y/N’s voice is unusually soft and sweet, just like when she was comforting Josh. It’s the voice she uses when aiding a hurt animal, or calming a weeping baby. “You’re ok, nothing bad will happen to us, ok Sam? We’re making it out of here.“ She’s carrying the mom role, the older sister role, the nurse role and the pillar we’re all leaning on for support. She’s keeping it together so we can too.

Her hand moves down to mine, unfolding my fingers that I’ve curled into a tight fist due to the uncomfortable sensation of being half frozen and half numb. He holds my hand open while quickly slipping off a ring from her pointer finger and putting it on mine. It has a small brightly blue rock on it. I recognize it right away - it’s the only ring she wears permanently. She changes all her other accessories, but never this ring. I can swear I’ve heard her joke that she’d like to be buried with it when the time comes.

“The lady that gave me this ring said it symbolizes the courage to carry on while carrying the world on your shoulders, and that really stuck with me.“ Her tone takes me to a different place, somewhere nice, safe and warm. Her words wrap around me like a safety blanket, for a moment letting me forget everything: the past few hours, the present and the yet to be determined future. “I have a feeling you need that courage more than I do.“

I nod but I’m physically unable to look up and meet her eyes. My gaze is fixated on her hands, which I’ve never felt so warm, holding mine as though it’s made of porcelain.

“If you keep going at this rate, all your jewelry will end up on me.“ I fish the necklace from underneath my hoodie, holding the charm so she can see it.

It’s a necklace she gave me right before she went on her first forest ranger training program. We weren’t sure if we’d see her again when we were at the train station saying goodbye. She said there was a chance of her staying at the camp to fully devote herself to what she wanted for her future. Thankfully though, she returned about four months later. I remember how hard I had to fight my tears that day. I should’ve know it would be useless - Y/N notices everything. That necklace, a beautiful blood red circular pendant hanging on a silver chain, was her saying ‘see you soon, hopefully’. I haven’t taken it off me since.

“I’ve already written it all to you in my will.“ She gives my hand a squeeze before letting go and continuing forward. After a brief return to the present reality I follow, making sure to always be an arm reach away at most from Y/N. Being within close proximity to her makes me feel like it will be alright. I mean, she said it would be, and she’s never wrong.

We enter an area where the water isn’t as still anymore. It rushes towards this small cliff where it creates a waterfall, pooling in the lower level in the form of a deep lake. The water is way higher there and the ground at the bottom is not reachable.

“Let’s try not to get pulled.“ Mike declares, his walk now more of a struggle just like everyone else’s “If we can reach that wall without dying we should be ok.“

We all nod, more as a way of reassuring ourselves than a response to his statement. We are less than fifteen feet away, I have a strong belief we can make it.

Ten feet away. We’re almost there.

And then we hear it - a deafening screech. It’s right next to me.

We turn to see that monster grab Y/N by her throat, throwing her into the water. Before we even have time to react, it’s too late. The thing has once again picked her up, holding her high above the surface of the water. She looks at me, her eyes screaming the way her vocal chords can’t. The fear has silenced her.

The wendigo’s other hand pierces through her chest, pulling her heart out. 

She’s gone. She’s gone. She can’t be gone! WHY HER?! Why couldn’t it be me?! Why am I still drawing breath when she just let out her last one?! WHY DID IT GO FOR HER?! Is it because it knew that’s the quickest way to kill me?! TO KILL ALL OF US?!

The wendigo throws Y/N’s body over the cliff and into the deep lake below right before it climbs one of the stone walls and leaves our sight. It didn’t see any of us. We were too frozen to move even if we tried, of course it didn’t see us. 

“We..- we gotta keep moving. Sam, come on. It’s over. She’s gone. We can’t help her.“ Each word shakier than the last, but still like sharp stabs right through my chest. Mike has taken hold of my arm and is leading me towards the wall we are supposed to climb to get out of here and back to the lodge.

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I don’t remember climbing the damn thing. I don’t remember the way back to the lodge. I can faintly recall the pained cries of everyone in the basement when Mike told them what happened. All that time I couldn’t utter a single word. I couldn’t comprehend what had happened. It all happened so out of the blue and it was over so quickly, like it wasn’t the end of a human life. Like it didn’t matter and it wouldn’t have any lasting effects on anything that followed. As though her death wasn’t worth to be remembered.

It all sunk in only after I was out of that hell-hole lodge, the flames dancing in front of my eyes, surrounding the structure that within its walls held several of those monsters, one of which was the one that killed Y/N.

Y/N

Thinking of her got me to look down at the pendant of the necklace around my neck, the fire being reflected off its smooth red surface. Like a pool of blood in the middle of a forest caught by a wildfire.

See you soon, hopefully

I take one look at those woods, my heart sinking at the thought that behind those trees there’s an entrance to the mines. The mines that are now the resting place of the girl I loved. The girl that deserved better.

“Sam, they’re here. We’re safe. They’re saving us. It’s finally over.“ Mike’s words are nothing but a faint echo at the back of my conscience.

What’s on the front lines of my mind is that phrase - See you soon, hopefully. I’ll be seeing her soon. But not through death, she would never wish that upon me or anyone.

She’ll come back. She won’t let this be the end. She’s too stubborn.

“SAM!“ The screams fail to reach me completely as I run as though my life depends on it. My feet barely touch the ground, my instinct leading me to the nightmarish depths of this mountain. 

I will not allow it to be your resting place, Y/N!

I jump from the top of the wall into the shallow water, letting the water drag my shaky form towards the cliff. With zero hesitation or doubt, no regard for the filthiness of the water or the horrors that may await me below its surface.

It’s pitch black. I can’t see or feel a thing. My body feels like it’s being stabbed by thousands of needles, causing it to go numb. I push my lungs to their limits, testing every cell of my body, begging them to not fail me.

The discourage starts settling in, accompanied by the pain that’s spreading throughout my chest due to the lack of oxygen. I’m just about to swim to the surface to breathe when I see it.

A glow. More of a reflection, actually. The reflection I was talking about earlier. The minimal light that’s pushing its way into the mines has made it to this depth and is being reflected by a metal ring connected to a pale hand.

Dizziness and pain all but forgotten, I push myself to swim lower, grasping the hand and giving it my all to pull it up. I only realize I’m above water when air enters my lungs in large gulps. It takes me a second to take in the fact that I’m holding the bloody, pale, unmoving body of Y/N with a hole through her chest.

“Please...“ I beg through gasps for breath, “Please open your eyes, live. Oh God, a wendigo or not just...just please come back to me, Y/N! Come back to take me with you!“

Despite my words of desperation, my screams of agony, I know they are in vain. I know she wouldn’t come back even if she could. She would rather stay dead than return as a threat to her friends with the risk of actually hurting them. She would never bring harm to her loved ones.

Images flash before my eyes: The hurt in her eyes when Josh’s scheme was revealed; Her comforting Ashley while Chris was out with the Flamethrower Guy; Talking Mike into putting the gun away and not shooting Em; Her standing up to Emily, grabbing her arm before she could hit Ash; Her comforting the disoriented and scared Josh we found in the mines; Her looking at me a second before her death.

There are two scenes that have been permanently engraved in my memory: Seeing her shining form for the first time and seeing her ink-like eyes, filled with terror for the last time.  

                                                            *  *  *

We’re sitting in a room with bright neon lights and security cameras in each corner. I don’t remember how I got here. I don’t even remember leaving the mines. We were all given a change of clothes and a blanket. They offered us food and something to drink to refuel our bodies but after those horrors we saw, non of us are able to hold anything down. Josh was taken to a separate room the moment the helicopter landed and we haven’t seen him since.

I’m sitting on a bench next to Chris and Ashley, opposite Mike, Jess and Emily. Poor Jess has had it the roughest out of all of us. She has been drained of all emotion, her face isn’t even pale - more see-through. Mike’s arm is protectively wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her close. Matt and Emily are holding hands, unable to say anything to each other. Chris has Ashley tightly wrapped in his arms as though he’s prepared to protect her from anything. 

And I’m alone. 

I saw a black body bag being unloaded from the helicopter. I knew whose body it contained. No one dared say a word about it. We had run out of tears and words at that point.

I keep my head hanging low, my eyes fixated on the white tiled floor beneath my feet. The lights are too bright compared to my pitch black world. It’s all just empty and meaningless now. Looking back, I should’ve taken my own advice and spoken up about how I felt. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed much, maybe everything would’ve been different. And that’s the real torment - I will never know.

I straighten up, squinting at the artificial blinding lights, resting my back against the wall behind me. As I’m doing so, I catch a glimpse of something shiny in front of me. 

My heart leaps. 

It’s such an irrational reaction to something so simple. So ordinary to anyone else.

The shine is coming from the light reflecting off the chain Mike’s wearing around his neck. A familiar chain I’ve seen on someone else.

“That’s Y/N’s.“ I bark at him angrily, gaining his attention, “Why do you have it?!“

“Sam...“ Chris’ hand rests on my arm, “We all have something hers. She was sentimental, remember?“

‘Was‘. That change from ‘is‘ to ‘was‘ is killing me. And the ease with which everyone has accepted that Y/N is now a thing of the past.

“She gave me a bracelet.“ Ashley shows me her wrist

“She gave me this cool watch...“ Chris rolls up his sleeve, “I’m glad it survived all the crap it was put through with me. Not a scratch.“

“She’d haunt you if you scratched it.“ Matt smiles but his eyes are dull with sadness

“She’ll haunt us regardless.“ Emily says, “I hope she does.“

The rest of the crew shows the pieces Y/N left them of herself and it’s the most heartwarming while also heartbreaking feeling. The room has a different atmosphere all of a sudden. We are seven people, each with a soul of our own and a piece of Y/N’s. 

As long as all the pieces are near each other, she’ll be alive and present. She’ll live on to watch over us and guide us. She’s probably looking down at us right now, relieved that we made it out. Overjoyed that Chris and Ashely are finally where they’re supposed to be - in each other’s arms. Glad Matt and Emily have found a stable middle ground. Proud of Jess for what she survived back there and happy she has found safety in Mike’s embrace. And what does she feel about me? As I said, I’ll never know, I can only hope she heard what I said to her back in the mines.

Assumptions aside, her message is crystal clear and leaves no room for speculations:

As long as we’re together, she’ll be with us. Forever.

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[littlemisssquiggles]

Oh gosh, I love your theory of Oscar getting his own companion chicken Billina! My only worry is that the show won’t have the time to let Oscar find a farm and thus a chicken to travel with. /remembers that there were penguins in V7E5/ Maybe he finds a penguin chick somewhere on the outskirts of Mantle/Solitas? I think that could be a fun option! Add in the black and white color combo to match with Zwei, and we would have two cute RWBY animal mascots.

Aye, thanks anon-chan. I’m happy you like the Pinehead headcanon.Well, in my opinion anon-chan, I actually don’t think the likelihood of Oscar stumbling upon on a farm in the outskirts of Mantle that unlikely. After all, our heroes did manage to coincidentally stumble upon Brunswick Farms in the middle of Northern Anima on their way to Argus back in V6. So perhaps Oscar might get lucky.

Besides, for me, Oscar doesn’t necessarily need to find a farm per say, just a chicken coop or just a small location where he could take shelter for a bit while discovering an unlikely ally in the process.Y’see my main rationale for Oscar gaining his own animal companion in the formof Billina the Chicken was in reference to the Oz character of the same name.

In the third instalment of the Oz series—Ozma of Oz, an adolescent Dorothy Gale was on her way to Australia with her Uncle Henry before winding up separated from her family yet again, shipwrecked during a storm with only a chicken coop to take refuge in. It is in this chicken coop where Dorothy meets Bill, a lone chicken who was on the same boat as Dorothy before ending up stranded with her. Billina then becomes Dorothy’s animal companion for that book in place of her dog, Toto.

Since we already have Zwei as RWBY’s version of Toto, this is something I’d love to see the CRWBY Writers possibly play homage to for V8 now that Oscar is on his own with Oz. It’s a chance for them to introduce more Oz inspired characters as part of Oscar’s shared story with Ozpin. Currently, much like Dorothy was, Oscar is separated from his family—meaning his team and his allies in need to return up to Atlas to help save the kingdom from Salem.

Perhaps…at some point, while out alone in Mantle, Oscar might end up needing to rest for a bit from the cold, deciding to take up shelter somewhere he pegged he might be the only resident. Judging from the end of V7, it appears that the place Oscar landed in looks like some abandoned mine next to a railway. I glimpsed what looked like old trains in the background behind Oscar. I found this small detail to be interesting since, if I recall correctly, a railway switchman was one of the people that the Little Prince met on his journey while on Earth. So I wonder if it’s no coincidence that Oscar landed near a place with trains. But then again, that’s only my opinion since I could be very much wrong in my observation.

Going back to Billina—perhaps Oscar decides to rest for a while in the place where he landed or maybe the story will resume with Oscar already on the move back to Atlas. Perhaps…at some point Oscar will be forced to stop and rest given his current dishevelled state. So the little prince stops and takes refuge in what appeared to be an abandoned cabin near the mines that he landed in. At first Oscar expected that he was the only thing there only to be met with a surprise when he finds an animal—a lonely baby chick who was also wading out the cold weather. Or something like that.

In the Oz books, Billina was already a full-grown hen when Dorothy first met her. However for Oscar’s Return to Atlas story, I was more sold on the concept of his Billina being a baby chick.  Why? Because firstly, baby chicks are adorable so there’s that appeal and secondly, but most importantly, it creates an opportunity for an Oz reference.

In Ozma of Oz, Billina told Dorothy that her original alias was Bill because as a chick, her owners couldn’t tell if she’d become a rooster or a hen and because of this, Dorothy renames the chickens “Billina”.As a neat little parallel to that story, I dig the idea of Oscar meeting hisBillina as a chick; deciding to dub the little chicken as “Bill” because much like in her Oz counterpart’s story, Oscar couldn’t tell the correct sex of Bill since she was still a baby. So there’s that small joke.

To me, this squiggle meister fell in love with the idea of Oscar gaining an unlikely companion in a tiny golden feathered baby chick that kept following him all over Mantle on his return to Atlas. I notice that baby chicks have a small tendency tofollow their mother hens around where they go so I just love the thought ofthis tiny baby chick following Oscar because it low-key thinks he’s her parent that she imprinted on for warmth since I heard baby chicks bond to things that keep them warm or make them feel safe and protected.

Just picture it. Imagine a moment where an irritated Oscar is pacing on the spot; having a sort of mental discussion or argument with Oz regarding their next plan of action of reuniting with their friends—maybe that’s what the two souls were debating.

Let’s say…it’s a scenario where Oscar thinks the two should focus on finding a way back up to Atlas to stop Ironwood from condemning Mantle to death and making that their top priority while Oz thinks it’d be best that Oscar find their allies first despite not knowing where they might be since as far as Oscar is aware of, he knows that his friends probably made it out of Atlas but that doesn’t mean he knows their exact new location.It’s his best guess at that point versus Ozpin’s. So the entire time Oscar andOz are going back and forth which is reflected in Oscar pacing about, imagine little Baby Bill the Chick just following Oscar around with ever step he makes with Oscar almost stepping on his ‘surrogate child’ at some point.

I think that’s what I’ll call Oscar’s Billina from henceforth for future headcanons and musings—Baby Bill.

With that being said, I love the idea of Oscar being annoyed at Baby Bill following him at first until eventually the little prince’s heart softens when he soon realizes that, much like him, the little baby chick was all alone in the cold and just wanted someone to keep it safe and warm especially in a place like Solitas.

So eventually, Oscar goes from trying to avoid Baby Bill following diligently behind him to basically adopting the chick as his animalcompanion until he reunites with his friends. And this change isrepresented by Oscar carrying Baby Bill around as opposed to her chirping restlessly behind him in the snow. 

Since another beloved Pinehead headcanon of mine is that Oscar will get a nice red scarf as part of his little prince journey for V8 (never gonna give you up) —to complement my new Oscar’s Little Chicken Pinehead headcanon, just picture Oscar sporting a scarf that he rocks as a hood to cover his face from the cold and tucked nice and snuggly in the fabric of his jacket collar is Baby Bill. Like for me, I love the idea of Oscar carrying Baby Bill around in the hood of his scarf when it’s not covering his face and when she’s not riding along in his scarf, one of Baby Bill’s favourite spots to perch is curled up comfortably in the space between Oscar’s jacket collar right next to his bandaged neck; taking full advantage of the warmth radiating from the little prince’s skin.

I dig this idea just as much as I dig the thought of Oscar being hasty to reunite with his friends and protect Atlas but still mindful of the ‘baby’ in his custody; careful not to move too fast to disturb Baby Bill.

So yeah. As you can tell, this squiggle meister is MORE leaning towards Oscar’s Billina being a baby chicken.

Don’t get me wrong—Baby Bill being a penguin chick isn’t a bad idea. On the contrary, I like it. I find it just as adorable as Baby Bill being a regular chicken. However…unless a known fact of Solitas culture is that you are more likely to find penguins in Mantle than chickens, for now I’m going to stick with Baby Bill being just like her Oz counterpart—a regular chicken because of the strongerreference to the Oz books. I’ll keep her being a penguin chick as a secondchoice though since baby penguins as super cute too.

But for now, my interpretation of Oscar’s Billina—Baby Bill will remain as a baby chicken. And much like her Oz counterpart, I dig the idea of Baby Bill being just as spunky and talkative. 

I love the idea of Baby Bill being just like Zwei in the sense that she is surprisingly more resilient than she looks, proving herself to be ‘no ordinary chicken’ by bailing Oscar out of tricky scenarios when one wouldn’t expect a chicken of her stature and age to be helpful.

I also have this funny gag idea where, much like Zwei, Baby Bill is stronger than she appears too or rather, she’s very intimidating despite being only a baby. Y’know giving off that “Mega Ultra Chicken” vibes, if you catch the reference.

Basically I’m picturing Baby Bill as the token animal mascot of the OscarPine Protection Squad—none shall harm the precious freckled littleprince; not if this bite-sized golden chick has anything to say about it.

Besides, if I remember correctly, it was mentioned that in Ozma of Oz, Billina played a role in the defeat of the Nome king since it was said that chicken eggs were poisonous to nomes. 

Who knows? The Little Prince met a king on his journey, right? 

Perhaps…the King character Oscar might run into on his journey might be a RWBY version of the Nome King and its Baby Bill who ends up helping Oscar deal with the Nome King who has a fear of chickens. I dunno. Just gonna toss that one of the table XD

I’m not even sure if we’ll even get more Oz characters in RWBY, much less any more animal companions beyond Zwei. Nonetheless, if there is one animal character I can picture having the opportunity to come to RWBY, it’s definitely Billina. She was practically another Toto. We already have Zwei as RWBY’s version of Toto.

Where’s Billina CRWBY Writers? 

Seriously, I would absolutely love it if Billina gets added to RWBY somehow. Even better if she’s Oscar’s animal companion to mirror Zwei as Ruby’s. But alas, only time and the future of RWBY V8 will tell. 

But for now, I think I’ll stick  with my Baby Bill concept for Oscar’s Billina. There’s something about Oscar being paired with an adorable baby chick that’s just as little and golden as he is that really warms my Pinehead heart.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2020)

#squiggles answers: rwby #oscar pine #rwby theories #rwby volume 8 theories #pinehead headcanons #squiggles pinehead headcanons #Anon-ninja #squiggles answers

[searchingforstarss]

irondad prompt: accidental poisoning, peter whump? pleeease? love your writing! hope you enjoy your time away!

hi lovely anon!! this took me a little longer to do because it kind of got away from me and turned out a lot longer than i was thinking! i hope you like it because it’s not as whumpy as i originally intended but as soon as i saw accidental poisoning i couldn’t get this idea out of my head so here you go. i hope you enjoy :)) x

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Morgan’s gleeful yells are the first thing Peter’s greeted to when he arrives at the lake house on a Friday afternoon.

“Peter’s here! Peter’s here! I can hear him!”

The six-year-old barrels through the living room and out onto the front porch, excitement practically radiating off her in waves.

No matter how many times they try to explain to her that it simply isn’t feasible for Peter to stay with them any more than two nights a week because he has school in the city, she whines about how long he’s been away whenever he arrives, without fail. Today is no different.

“You’re not allowed to stay away for that long anymore, I miss you too much,” she declares. “Daddy can’t do the right voices when he reads Harry Potter to me either. You’re wayy better.”

Petter grins broadly down at her, about to open his mouth to greet her properly, ask about her week at school and whether she learnt how to do fraction multiplication like she had excitedly told him that she was going to during their Wednesday night phone call. He can’t even get a word in edgeways though because before he can, Morgan is babbling on again in her same gleeful tone that Peter adores.

“I have a surprise for you!” she announces proudly, tugging him up the creaky porch steps with her smaller hand tucked inside his.

“Whoa, that’s cool. What is it?” Peter asks. He tries to hide the apprehension from his tone, because Morgan’s surprises always swing one of two ways.

He’ll either end up trying to pretend he isn’t choking up when she presents him with a hand drawn-picture and note or craft project that she made at school during their art hour. Or, he’ll end up as a victim to one of her latest ideas, experiments and schemes. Last week it was her determination to teach Peter how to roller-skate on the cul-de-sac a few blocks over, which ended in Morgan clumsily pressing an excess number of band-aids onto his scraped knees. The month before he ended up as a human canvas to entertain her desire to learn how to face paint (that was all-around just as much of a disaster as it sounds like it would be).

“You can’t know what it is, silly!” Morgan sing-songs, “you’ll ruin the surprise.”

“Silly me, of course,” Peter deadpans, but he’s ignored as she tugs him through to the kitchen as soon as he’s dumped his backpack on the couch.

“Surprise!” she exclaims as soon as they’re both in the room. She guestures excitedly towards a few slightly sad looking lumps of something drenched in icing and severed onto sticks. There are sprinkles as well, which look like they might have been a nice touch to cheer the entire thing up, had the majority of them not ended up scattered around the surrounding bench space.

“Daddy and I made cookie pops! Well, I made them, he just helped me use the big scary whisk-y thingy. They’re for Katie’s birthday party tomorrow because we all have to bring something yummy to eat, and Daddy wanted to do regular cookies but I told him that was boring. So we made these instead!”

“They look great, well done you guys,” Peter praises. Secretly, he’s almost certain that Tony was onto something with his suggestion. Cookies would have definitely been the safer option.

“I want you to try one! I saved the first one for you because I’m the best sister in the whole wide world.”

Peter eyes the pink ball of cookie dough being waved in his face dubiously, but Morgan’s creations often look worse than they actually are so he bites the bullet and accepts the treat that she’s thrusting towards him.

He takes a bite, partly because he’s being watched expectantly by large brown eyes and partly because he’s absolutely starving. He’s had a long day. Decathlon practice in the morning, AP classes back to back all afternoon and then the drive up here. Plus, he really wasn’t planning on Spider-Manning today, but there was a gas station robbery on the side of Interstate 87 that he pulled over to break up on his way because the man was threatening the poor guy behind the counter with a gun for a raspberry slushie, a hot dog and two packets of cigarettes and Peter had to intervene because that was just stupid on so, so many levels.

The shopkeeper gave him a free hot dog in return which he gladly scarfed down before he disappeared back out to his car, but that’s all he’s eaten since lunch. So as he chews Morgan’s baked concoction, he figures that the cookie dough is crumbly, sure, and maybe they went a little heavy with the icing sugar in the icing but Peter is so hungry that he thinks anything would probably taste good to him at this point.

Footsteps thud down the stairs, and Peter hears Tony’s voice before he sees him.

“Morgan, I swear if you’re force-feeding Peter. Your dear old brother doesn’t want any of our atrocious attempt at baking-“

Tony rounds the corner, eyes falling on Peter, mouth full of icing and cookie dough.

“Oh, I’m too late. Great.”

“Hey, Tony.”

“Hiya, Pete. Enjoying your snack?”

Peter carries on chewing on the food his mouth. “Mhmm. Definitely. Good job you guys.”

Tony shakes his head. “Nuh-uh, not a good job, not at all. I just got off the phone with Pepper, turns out you actually have to partially bake the cookie dough first. It honestly just seems like a lot of extra work if you ask me, but she’s the boss.”

“You’re starting again?” Peter asks.

“Yep, and since you’re here you can actually make yourself useful,” Tony snarks but there’s a fond smile on his face. Peter nods willingly. “Don’t just stand there then, kid. Grab the flour from the cupboard would you?”

Peter grins and turns to grab the flour like Tony requested. He doesn’t even have to think about it anymore, he knows exactly which shelf to reach for with the same sort of instinct that he has in his and May’s apartment.

(Even with all three of their hands on deck, the second round of cookie pops only end up looking mildly more appetizing than the first, but at least all of Morgan’s tiny friends won’t have uncooked, crumbly cookie dough forced on them so Tony claims it as a win - he’s never had the patience to deal with other kids’ whining parents anyway.)

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Peter sleeps in the next morning, and the house is silent when he wakes. The first thing he notices is the way he’s shivering, even in the balmy morning sun streaming through his windows. There’s nausea as well, constantly threatening to make its way up his throat as it sits at the bottom of his stomach, churning and rolling uncomfortably,

The second thing he notices is a note sitting on his bedside table as he fumbles out one arm to grab his phone and check the time. Peter recognises Tony’s scrawl immediately.

Morning, sleepyhead. Gone to drop Morgan off to her party. Be home soon. T

He’s content to lie there for a while and wallow in his own misery and how dreadful he feels while he’s all alone in the house until his stomach lurches violently and he’s hauling himself out of bed, sweaty covers pooling around his feet. The room around him is spinning, but the singular thought occupying his hazy mind is get to the bathroom, Parker. Just make it to the damn bathroom.

He does, even though his legs are shaky underneath him, and he just manages to stumble through the open doorway of the bathroom and drop to his knees in front of the toilet. He doesn’t even register the pain that shoots through his knees and up his legs as he slams into the tile.

A charming mix of gas station hot dog, Morgan and Tony’s tragic attempt at a cookie pop and the lasagna Tony made for dinner last night ends up swimming at the bottom of the toilet bowl.

Gross.

“Peter?”

That’s his name. It sounds like it’s coming from somewhere down near his bedroom. He tries to call back, but acid coats his raw throat and he can’t seem to get the words out. He retches again, before dipping forward to lean up against the ceramic of the toilet.

“Peter, oh, there you are-” Tony begins, but he drops off as Peter sees him appear around the corner of the bathroom door and take in the scene in front of him. “What’s going on?”

He blinks up at Tony through cloudy eyes.

“Think ‘m sick.”

“I thought you couldn’t even get sick?”

Peter tries to give a coherent answer, he thinks, but all that comes out is a whine. He looks up at Tony, eyes pleading. He’s not sure what he’s asking for, really. He just wants someone to make it better.

“Okay, okay, got it. That’s not really the point right now.”

Peter isn’t quite sure what he’s expecting as Tony hovers around the doorway. He wants comfort, he wants Tony, but he doesn’t dare to move far from the toilet.

“Oh, shit. Kid, you actually ate that garbage attempt of baking that Morgan gave you yesterday, didn’t you? There was raw egg in that.”

Peter just nods feebly, not entirely listening. His head is head still resting on the toilet seat. He doesn’t have the energy to lift it.

“I hate to break it to you, kid, but maybe Spidey is just as susceptible to food poisoning as the rest of us.”

Peter’s certainly listening now, his glazed eyes shooting open. Weak displeasure simmers within them.

“You poisoned me?”

Morgan’s surprise has now definitely landed on the bad side this week, leaning towards absolutely-fucking-awful.

“Technically, Morgan poisoned you. I just operated all the heavy machinery,” Tony says. Peter glares at him, but it’s so pathetic that Tony’s own stomach clenches in sympathy.

“You’re the adult-” Peter points out, feeble indignation in his voice before he cuts himself off with another round of heaving.

“Oh, Pete,” Tony sighs, stepping further into the bathroom at the sight. He lowers himself to the floor right next to Peter. A warm hand finds his back, rubbing in slow circles right at the base. A fraction of the tension leaves Peter’s body.

“You’re alright, bud” Tony soothes. His voice is gentle and calming, and Peter lets it wash over him. He’s always loved just listening to Tony talk. “You’ll feel so much better once it’s all back up.”

Peter finds that hard to believe because caught right in the throes of pain, shivering and feeling like a total and utter mess, he struggles to remember a time when he wasn’t wholly consumed by Morgan’s attempt to poison him.

There’s nothing left for Peter to bring up eventually, and he’s left gasping for air.

“Think you’re done?”

Peter nods, stomach still clenching painfully. He shoves himself away from the toilet, legs giving way underneath him as he slumps into a pile of shaky, sweaty limbs against the bathroom counter. This doesn’t seem to faze Tony though, and Peter watches through bleary eyes as he goes into Dad Mode. It all fades in and out in front of him, but he registers the corners of his mouth being wipes gently with a warm washcloth, the hair being brushes back from his sweaty forehead, a cool glass of water being tipped down his throat.

It was because of moments like this that after the snap, it took Peter a while to correlate his Tony with Morgan’s Tony.

His Tony had only ever cared from afar and he usually shied away from physical affection and comfort unless either of them were on their deathbeds. They always loved each other, but it was sort of a given. An undeniable fact with little physical expression. Now though? Morgan’s Tony tucks her into bed at night and smoothes kisses into her hair and lets her curl into his lap during lazy evenings on the couch with absolutely no reservations or qualms. He tells her he loves her at least five times a day.

It then took Peter even longer to realise that Morgan’s Tony wasn’t exclusively hers. He’s just Tony, softened around the edges a little with parenthood and settling down, but he’s Peter’s as well, still.

That’s evident in the way that instead of leaving Peter to his own devices once he’s taken care of him and cleaned up his mess, Tony just leads him gently downstairs instead, a warm solid hand wrapped around his forearm to make sure he doesn’t stumble forward and end up on his face.

Tony lies him down on the couch, before taking a seat himself. He lets Peter pillow himself against him, head buried into the soft cotton of his t-shirt. Tony’s hands trail along their time-worn path in Peter’s hair, the action almost second nature.

“I’m never eating anything you make me ever again, I swear,” Peter mumbles into Tony’s chest. His words are quiet, scraping against the rawness of his throat but Tony hears him loud and clear. He chuckles.

“Fair enough, buddy.”

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Peter’s nap is only interrupted when Morgan bursts into the room sometime in the afternoon. He blinks slowly from where he’s resting against Tony’s chest, head tucked up against his collarbone.

Morgan has a goody bag clutched in her grip and a few flyaway pink streamers caught in her hair. She beelines for the couch.

“Petey, Mommy said that I need to apologise for poisoning you!”

Peter feels a deep rumble in Tony’s chest as he attempts to stifle a laugh. He can’t quite muster up the energy (and he’s far too comfortable anyway) to get up from his position resting against Tony to hug Morgan, so he just gives her the warmest smile he can manage.

“It’s okay, bug, I know you didn’t mean to. I forgive you.”

She beams up at him. “There was one cookie pop left so I saved it for you, see?” she says, rattling her goody bag around, which Peter presumes contains the cursed treat. “They’re really good, I promise!”

Peter’s stomach churns again at the thought.

“That’s really nice of you, Mo, but I think I might give cookies a miss for a while.”

#ask #anon #irondad #irondad fic #i actually really like this i might crosspost it to ao3 later idk #also i wrote this on a plane and i never write in public usually so that was super weird but also kinda fun #my writing

[olivenight17]

do you think you could do a gxg korra x reader? something angsty with fluff at the end would be cool but take as much creative freedom as you want :)

Hey anon! Here’s what you asked. I did my best to make it angsty and while I’m not sure if I succeeded, I hope you enjoy it anyways. Now, go get your avatar!

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Korra x F! Reader “Home is Where the Heart is”

There was a time where you wouldn’t have had a care in the world.

But that time had ended.

After the fight with Zaheer you had been scared out of your wits for Korra. Your pulse still jumped remembering seeing her body limp on the ground. You had rushed over to her side, hands shaking as you gripped her arm. Her eyes were blank white in the avatar state and you bit the inside of your cheek. “Korra, Korra wake up. It’s me, (Y/N)…” You tried to force out a smile but it failed. “Please, you’ve got to come back. You can’t leave me, leave us. This can’t be it…” Choking on your words, you felt salty tears drip from your eyes onto her arm.

You watched in hope as her hand drifted upwards, but then it fell to her side and her eyes closed. Everything seemed to go into slow motion, barely hearing Zaheer’s mocking words, every part of you was focused on Korra. This couldn’t be real. It was a dream, one terrible nightmare that you’d wake up from and then see your beautiful girlfriend smiling at you in bed. The only thing bringing you out of your trance was Jinora pulling you away and you struggled immediately. “Calm down, (Y/N)! I’m just trying to give Suyin room so she can get the poison out,” She told you.

You nodded and your eyes focused back on Korra and Suyin. Watching Suyin work was nerve-wracking and you clenched your fist so hard you thought you would break skin. Eventually, the mercury came pouring of her and your body immediately relaxed as Korra came back to life. Her eyes opened, no longer in the avatar state and you smiled as her father hugged her.

But your smile quickly disappeared at the sound of Zaheer’s voice. You marched over and gave him a swift punch to the face. “That, was for almost killing my girlfriend, you monster.” You snarled out and right after, Bolin shoved a sock in his mouth.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N) I gotcha covered. He can officially put a sock in it.” He snickered, the bad pun at the very least tempering your anger.

Everyone else had moved on to helping Korra at that point and you were quick to join in. You all managed to get her to the air temple where you then placed her in a wheelchair. While she wasn’t in the best shape, it didn’t matter, you were happy she was even alive.

Or so you thought.

While you were still thanking every spirit in existence that she had survived, it was different. Korra was different. The shining glow in her blue eyes had turned dull and she was barely responsive to even you. You figured it was only fair, she had a tough brush with death after all. Of course she wasn’t responsive, and it was something you would never hold against her. But it didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt seeing her like this. More than anything you wanted to be able to take away the pain she was still feeling. But alas, that was something you couldn’t do and you had to settle with only comforting her.

Two weeks had gone by and you were getting Korra ready for Jinora’s ceremony. You smiled down at your handiwork and held up a mirror to show her. “What do you think?” You asked, watching her reaction closely.

She stared at her reflection and it looked like her face became more grim than before. “It’s great,” She said simply. You frowned slightly as you set the mirror back down. It looked like she was in her own head again, you could practically feel the negativity radiating off of her.

You crouched down beside her wheelchair and held her hand. “You don’t have to feel guilty about not getting better, you know that right? What you went through was a lot, and you’re still human. You need time to heal just like any other, you’ll bounce back,” You reassured her gently. No response. You sighed, squeezing her hand. “I love you Korra, I’m here for you and so is everyone else. For now let’s just try to enjoy today, for Jinora if nothing else.”

This seemed to snap her out of her trance and she looked at you with an affirmative stare. “You’re right, let’s go.” You nodded at her words and as you got up, Korra held onto your hand. Looking down, you saw a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “Thank you (Y/N), for everything that you’re doing. I couldn’t have a better girlfriend.” There was a warm tone to her voice and it made your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you, but I’m just doing what anyone else would do. Now come on, we can’t keep everyone waiting.” You replied, feeling a lot more chipper than before. You kissed her forehead lightly before rolling her out of the room to meet everyone else.

You stood by as everyone encouraged her and the president welcomed her back to Republic City. But she gave nothing in response and you quickly pitched in to save the situation. “We should go inside,” You commented. Meelo and Ikki joined the two of you and you smiled at the siblings chatter as you were all pushed up the stairs by Lin.

The ceremony was wonderful and you felt yourself bursting with pride and joy at Tenzin’s announcement and seeing Jinora in all of her tattoos. It was a great time all around.

But, all good things must come to an end.

A short while after the ceremony, Korra and her family had made plans to take her back to the South Pole in order to heal. It was a plan you fully supported, knowing how much this would really help her. You just wished you could come with her.

“Are you sure you don’t want some company in the southern water tribe? I’m more than willing to come,” You offered. This was the big day and everyone was at the docks to send your girlfriend off, it could be your last chance to come with her.

Korra hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. “No, I appreciate it but I’ll only be gone for a couple of weeks. A little time alone will be good for me.” She told you and you nodded. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

Tenzin put his hand on Korra’s shoulder. “Now, I don’t want you to worry about a thing while you’re gone. Your recovery should be your main concern. Jinora, the airbenders and I, have everything under control.” He ended firmly before removing his hand.

Asami nodded along to his words. “We all can’t wait to see you better,” She smiled gently. The ship blew its horn, signaling it would take off soon and you grabbed onto Korra’s wheelchair.

You helped her onto the ship and just before you left, you kissed her gently. “I love you Korra.” You hummed, running your hand along her cheek.

She pressed into your hand with a small smile up at you. You swore your heart touched the moon every time she smiled at you like that. “I love you too, (Y/N). Don’t worry too much, I’ll be back before you know it,” She assured you.

Grinning, you stood back up again. “You had better, or I’ll be holding you accountable for a stroll around the city on Naga,” You mused. Korra smiled a little brighter at that.

“I’ll take that bet,” She conceded just as the ship blew it’s horn again. The atmosphere dampened. “You better go,” You nodded at the suggestion and turned away.

You sighed as you walked back down to the docks and waved goodbye with everyone else. When  Korra was out of sight, you dropped your arm. You felt as if your heart just sank to the bottom of the ocean. Then, someone squeezed your shoulder. Turning your head, you saw that it was Asami. “We’ll all miss her, but you know she’ll come running right back once she’s healed.” She tried to comfort you, which lifted your spirits somewhat.

“You’re right, it doesn’t mean it won’t suck waiting though,” You chuckled. Suddenly, the two of you and Mako were getting dragged by Bolin.

“Then let’s make it as best as we can! Come on, there’s this great place I’ve found recently, you’re all gonna love it…” Bolin continued on and you couldn’t help but laugh. This was a good start for waiting.

Soon, the three of your friends began to separate. Bolin had left to be of service to Kuvira and the Earth Kingdom, Mako had been cracking down on cases and then assigned as a bodyguard to Prince Wu, and Asami was making advancements with her company. As for you, you had decided to stick with Asami, serving as a guard over her company with your firebending.You had also been sending letters to Korra, writing about what was happening with you and hoping that she was making a lot of progress. You never received anything back, and a part of you worried if she was even getting them, until one day there was a letter from her in the mail.

Immediately, you grabbed it and rushed back into your home, reading it eagerly. Its contents consisted of how difficult it was to get better and how Katara was saying it was all in her head. She had been trying to meditate but she had doubts on her recovery, which made you frown. You may not know exactly what she was going through, but you had firm belief that she would heal and wrote back to her with that thought in mind. You also wrote that you would keep it a secret that you were the only one to get a letter and that you loved her. There were no more letters after that.

Then came the news of Tonraq coming to Republic city and excitement rushed through you. If Tonraq was coming, that must have meant Korra was with him and ready to come back! You were the first one at the dock, almost vibrating with happiness when you saw the waterbending man come off the ship with Naga. But after waiting, Korra didn’t show up.

You rushed out to him without a second thought. “Tonraq, where’s Korra?” You asked, trying to peer through the boat. Maybe she was going for a big entrance or something.

However you got the feeling that wasn’t the case when he gave you a confused look. “What do you mean? She said she was in Republic City.” He stated and you froze instantly.

“She’s not here, Tonraq.”

“That can’t be, she’s written me letters about her stay here.”

“I can promise you she’s not here. I would’ve known, I patrol the city everyday.”

“Then where is she?”

You took a pause at the question. Fear was drowning in you and you looked up to meet his gaze. “I don’t know, but I’m gonna find her.”

The next few days were spent preparing to travel, you had already asked Asami to relieve you of your duties, now it was just a matter of boarding a boat. While you searched by water, Tenzin had sent his kids out to search by air. You both planned to start with the Earth Kingdom, it was the place where the most trouble had been occurring after all and if you knew Korra, she would head straight to it.

It had taken some time but eventually you made it. By then you started looking everywhere for her. But anywhere you looked, people said they hadn’t seen her. You were about to give up when the last person you questioned had a different answer. “Well I’ve seen someone like that. But she had shorter hair though, and different clothes. But beyond that, she fits pretty well.”

You perked up immediately. “When was that? Did you see where she went?” You questioned her eagerly, but fell short when you saw how surprised the lady was. Doing your best to dial down your emotions, you apologized. “She’s my girlfriend and I’m just really worried about her, you know? I haven’t seen her in so long and I’m worried something’s happened to her…” You trailed off, looking at the ground. While you had tried your hardest to have a positive outlook, a part of you was scared. She could have been kidnapped or taken prisoner or even killed and you wouldn’t have even known it. And with every day of searching and having no luck, that part of your mind was growing bigger.

The woman’s face softened at your dismay. “I saw her around three nights ago. She was heading out of the city and in the direction of a swamp following a dog.” She told you and you made sure to memorize the information. “She’s very lucky to have such a determined and caring young lady as her girlfriend. I wish you luck,” She said and you smiled.

“Thank you so much. Have a good rest of your day!” You beamed, waving goodbye before heading out of the city and into the swamp.

Upon doing so, you immediately regretted your decision. The sun was already setting and it was harder to see where you were going. You had also run into an embarrassing amount of vines and trees while navigating through the swamp. After another two hours of stumbling around, aimlessly calling out Korra’s name, you decided to try to find a dry place and sleep for the night.

The next morning consisted of doing the same thing. You ate breakfast and then fought your way through the vines once again. At one point you heard screaming, but by the time you made it over to where it had come from, no one was there. You sighed, this was getting you nowhere and you were running out of food. You were unsure if you would even make it to find her.

Eventually, you ended up at a hill and from what you could see was a gigantic tree with roots spreading down and out in all directions. This must be the center of the swamp. After gauging it, you figured this would be the best vantage point to see if you could find Korra and thus began your climb. When you reached the top of the roots, you started calling out Korra’s name again. You were making your way all around the tree until you heard a very familiar voice. “Let me try again, I want to see if I can find (Y/N) too…” Your ears perked and before you knew what you were doing, you were sprinting towards it as fast as possible.

Then you saw her.

Korra was here.

You screamed her name as loud as you could as you dashed to her side. She must have heard you because she turned around and instantly ran to meet you. You launched yourself into her arms and squeezed in her in a tight hug, laughing as she spun you around. Tears sprang into your eyes as you smiled at her. It felt as if you had finally found home again. “Curse you and all your stubbornness, do you know how hard it is to find you?” You bubbled, burying your face into her shoulder.

She laughed as she patted your back. “How hard,” She mused, earning her an even tighter hug.

“As hard as I’m hugging you.”

“Oh, well that’s hard,” She laughed with tears in her eyes. You huffed in response and pulled back to meet her gaze. But when you saw her face, the playful retort you had ready died on your tongue. The light in her eyes was back, she was smiling. You hadn’t seen her this happy in so long.

Gently, you cupped her cheek. “You’re back. I knew you could do it I just knew it.” Before she could respond, your lips landed on hers and you kissed her passionately. You felt her hands travelling up into your hair and you hung onto her neck like it was your lifeline. A sense of belonging and peace overwhelmed your entire body and you knew you never wanted it to stop.

However, you were interrupted by an old woman you hadn’t noticed before pushing you apart. “Alright, alright break it up! You’re going to ruin the kids’ eyes if you keep this up.” She croaked and your entire body began to heat up in embarrassment.

But the mention of kids had you confused. What kids, you were the only ones-

Immediately Korra was bombarded with Jinora, Ikki and Meelo, surprising both of you. “We missed you so much, Korra!” Ikki exclaimed and Korra grinned down at her.

“I missed you too… How did you find me out here?” She asked, releasing them all from their hug.

Ikki was the first to speak. “Jinora sensed your energy,” She explained and her sister gave her a warm look.

“But we never would have been here if it weren’t for Ikki.”

“Well I would have never stormed off and found those soldiers if it weren’t for Meelo.”

“I was trying to toughen up these ladies, but I guess it was a team effort.” Meelo finished and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“But more importantly, how did (Y/N) find you before we did? We came as fast as we could!” Ikki commented, making you rub the back of your neck.

“Well, I found a woman who said someone who looked like Korra went in the direction of the swamp and on a hunch, I followed through with it.” The three nodded at your explanation and were about to chatter some more when the old lady had coughed.

Korra turned them around and introduced them to who you soon found out was Toph and your eyes just about bulged out of your skull. This whole time Toph Beifong was here in this swamp? More importantly, you had a kissing session with the avatar right in front of her? You could already see all the nights you would lay awake thinking about this mortifying moment.

You were brought out of it when you heard Jinora talking about Kuvira. “I don’t know, I’m not the avatar I used to be. I can’t even go into the avatar state…” Korra trailed off and you put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“Please, Korra. The world needs you back.” Jinora stated. Korra remained silent and you all travelled back to what you assumed was Toph’s cave.

She was standing, facing to the fire before turning to you all. “Alright, I’m ready.”

Toph snorted at the response. “Then do it, I’m not bending it out of you. You have to do it on your own.” The response left your girlfriend disgruntled but she accepted it. Slowly, she began to move through the metalbending process as Toph talked her through it. You watched in anticipation as bit by bit, the poison was coming off her body and you let out a breath when Toph trapped the poison in a rock. It was done, Korra could finally begin to fully heal.

You let out a small giggle when she hugged the old woman. For as grumpy as she acted, she could be really sweet when she wanted to.

Then, off you went.

You put what was left of your travel supplies on Pepper’s back and the five of you rode off, waving goodbye to Toph as you went.

When you were officially in the sky, you leaned against Korra, feeling her head rest on top of yours. Yawning, you closed your eyes and snuggled into her side, drifting off to sleep.

It was good to be home.

#avatar #TLOK #Korra x fem!reader #Korra is total bi rep and I love her #Toph is the greatest #we love us some good air siblings #The Legend of Korra

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I should stay

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to write. I’m just being plain lazy. And tired. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Request:  16. Imagine being Asgardian nature goddess lost on Earth but not wanting to leave because of Steve Rogers. I'm so excited, thank you!😍 (anon)

Warnings: smut, the word “energy” appearing 16 times

Word count: 2898

masterlist / prompt list

Pain was all you felt when you opened your eyes and tried to breathe. The air was odd, different, toxic. You had a fit of coughing when strange particles attacked your lungs, oxygen was heavy, thick, plastered your insides with unknown pollution. You tried to move, pieces of dirt fell on your face and hair. One look at your surroundings and you were sure you were at your planet. It had to be created by you – your creations were everywhere; trees, grass, birds on the sky. But which world was it?

When you fell you created a large hole and getting out of it was a challenge, but you managed to do it. It was then when you realised you were naked. You weren’t sure whether residents of this planet were using clothes or not, but you weren’t really able to find any piece of clothing or plant that could be useful.

The forest you were in was big and untamed. Bushes were scratching your legs, little ants and bugs were climbing your feet, carving your energy. Wind was gently caressing your body, sun warmed your naked self from behind the trees. It would be so good and pure if only the poisons in the air wouldn’t try to settle themselves in your body.

After a long, lonely walk, when you almost lost hope for finding a being you could ask for guidance, you saw it – a deer. You slowly walked to it, knowing it would not run away from you, its maker.

‘It’s so good to see a friendly face over here,’ you said, laying your hand on its head. ‘I don’t know why am I here. I was a star for almost four thousand years…’ The deer didn’t seem to be a talkative one, so you continued, ‘A planet next to me… Ego’s planet… Exploded. I must’ve gone off with it. My star form was destroyed and next thing I remember is falling down and hitting the ground on this planet. I need to find a passage to another worlds, I am too weak to create one myself… Can you help me?’

You were kneeling now, looking the deer into his eye, but the only respond you got was a nose bump and silent snort. Apparently it didn’t understand a word you said. It must’ve been one of the older worlds you created. The deer was only waiting for your blessing and energy. Sighing you traced your fingers along its head and whispered blessings. Deer’s eyes shone with white and gold and you let it go. You were once again all alone.

You were so weak. So tired, naked and confused you felt it in your bones. It was your world. Why did it seem to be so unwelcoming and plain ugly? You didn’t create pollution, you didn’t create unbelievable dullness surrounding everything. Energy of plants and even animals was… blunt. It wasn’t radiating with colours and wildness. All you could feel was fear and desperate will to survive. No wonder the bugs were all over you. Little legs crawled up your face and curly, bushy hair waiting for your blessings.

All of the sudden you felt new, unknown energy.

‘Since when are we taking care of comets?’

‘It was not a comet. I’m telling you, it was-‘

This planet was inhabited by humans. Two men stopped when they saw you. It probably was a strange view; a woman with mess on her head, naked, radiating an energy and glow of the star, covered in insects.

‘Do you need help, ma’am?’ One of them asked you. His energy was… Odd. Manipulated. He wasn’t looking at you. His sight wandered everywhere but never landed on your body.

‘I need passage. To another realms.’

‘Passage to another realms?’ Another one asked ironically. He wasn’t looking away. He had strange vest and red goggles on. ‘Did you hit your head hard?’

You looked him in the eye. Did humans have no respect? Were they so ignorant?

‘I’m sorry, I just realised you have no idea who you’re talking to,’ You said, slowly walking up to him. You weren’t taller, but he suddenly felt small and irrelevant under your burning sight. ‘For I am Y/N, daughter of Ymir, creator of this and many more worlds, maker of the stars and moons. And you will show your respect.’

He was speechless for a minute, just as his companion. You knew that they must’ve felt inner instincts waking up, respect and fear before nature and wildness.

‘Steve… I think we are dealing with some Thor shit here.’

***

They took you to their base and promised to help you. You felt humiliated. You, a goddess had to ask humans to help you. It filled you with disgust to yourself. Where did your power go? You shouldn’t have fallen asleep for that long… Your whole power was once again untamed and submerged.

They had you dressed up in a silk-like robe. There reportedly were women in the compound, but none of them was willing to borrow you their clothes as there were still insects hiding in your hair. You were getting impatient, waiting was never your strongest suit. Apparently none of your hosts knew anything about passages and were waiting for someone more familiar with the subject.

You were told that there is usually more people at the compound, but they were on a mission, whatever that meant. The two men in the forest and someone who introduced himself as Tony Stark were the only ones you’ve met. Two of them were quite basic, just plain normal, but the one who was previously called Steve was different. Someone manipulated his energy, probably as well as his body. You could tell he wasn’t exactly real. But he wasn’t pretending either. It was like… joining fire and sun together. You wanted to touch it. To feel the heat for yourself.

‘Why are you different?’ You asked, reaching out to the warm aura surrounding the man.

‘I- I don’t know what you mean?’ He blushed slightly and looked unsurely at our hand.

‘You weren’t… Created this way,’ Your tongue was still tasting foreign words you didn’t know you knew. Their language reminded you of waterfalls. ‘Someone changed your being.’

‘How do you-‘

‘I created the core of this planet, but I didn’t create you.’

You were interrupted by sudden sound. You soon learned that it came from a device Tony kept in his pocket. He touched it few times and put back.

‘Government problems again… I have to go,’ He said and got up. ‘Sam, you’re going with me. Capsicle, you stay and take care of our guest until Thor arrives.’

Sam patted Steve’s arm and left after Tony. You made yourself a little more comfortable on the couch. The pillows were so soft you literally sunk in them.

‘What happened to you, Steve?’ You asked, tucking yourself tighter in robe.

He sighed.

‘I took part in experiment. Long story short, I was turned into super-solider.’

‘Why? Were you not perfect the way you were created?’

‘I was very far from being perfect,’ He laughed. ‘I suffered from severe diseases, was pretty weak and skinny.’

You frowned and felt heavy on your chest.

‘Are people… often ill on this planet?’

He looked you in the eye, not sure whether you were serious.

‘Well… Yes. Sicknesses, infections, disabilities, they all are everydayness.’

You had to take a moment to digest that information. You were aware that this world wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t Asgard or any other realm made by your father or with his help. It was one of your first attempts to finding out what you actually can do. And it wasn’t good.

‘This is all my fault,’ You sighed. ‘I didn’t know that anything can actually live here, not to mention developing life so advanced. I’ve left you all here to die.’

‘That’s not true-‘

‘It is. I never visited this planet, or any other I created. Not even once. And my creations are dying, they are vulnerable, weak, imperfect… That’s not what I ever wanted or meant to do.’

‘People do worse things than you. The planet is dying not because you made it weak, but because humanity is testing its strength to the point where it can’t deal with damage. It’s not you who created sicknesses and diseases. It’s us. So don’t blame yourself, because you created beautiful world and we are wasting the chance you’ve given us.’

Your eyes started to water.

‘Why are you being so nice to me?’

He opened his mouth but no words left them. He shrugged.

‘I guess that’s just who I am. The nice guy.’

You leaned to him and put your hand on his.

‘I hope that there are more people like you on this planet.’

You were interrupted by someone’s arrival. It must’ve been the person you were waiting for. The man was tall and muscly, his hair was reaching his shoulders. As soon as he stepped through the door and saw you, his knees met the ground in a greeting. Finally someone was bowing to his goddess. You slowly got up and walked to him, your intimidating posture made him bow his head and whisper.

‘Y/N, daughter of Ymir, goddess of nature and all creation, my lady. It is the greatest honour to meet you.’

You caught his chin and raised it to see his face. He wasn’t human. He was much more, almost as powerful as you.

‘Who are you to greet me so kindly?’

‘I am Thor, son of Odin, god of thunder and your humble servant.’

‘Rise, son of Odin.’

He did as you said, but was still looking at you like lost animal, seeking for truth of creation and meaning in this Universe.

‘Could you… Possibly…’ He was searching for right words, but they got lost somewhere in the back of his mind.

You smiled softly and put your hand on his forehead. When silent blessings escaped your lips, his eyes shone in all the shades of blue and green, he inhaled deeply and was floated by sudden calmness.

‘What just happened?’ Steve whispered somewhere behind you.

You turned to him and smiled softly.

‘Just a simple blessing.’ His confused face made you laugh, and your laughter made him blush. ‘It gives energy, calms your soul and banishes any negative energy.’

‘Basically it’s kick without drugs and with some galaxy twist,’ Said son of Odin, smiling. ‘Now please, tell me how can I help you, Lady Y/N?’

You sat at the couch again and thought for a minute.

‘At first I wanted to find a passage to at least go back to Asgard, but now… I think I should spend some time here. I want to get to know…’ Your sight laid at Steve for half of a second and got back to Thor. ‘…this planet a bit.’

***

They gave you your own room, comfortable bed and dozens of pillows, but sleep was not coming to hold you in its warm arms. You were tired after whole, confusing day, but your thoughts were far from settling in and giving up to sleep. This man… Steve. His energy was calling you. It was so raw and disturbing, you wanted, no, you needed to taste it. It wasn’t even similar to anything you saw across the universe. You weren’t unfamiliar with the galaxy and energies floating around it, you’ve seen them all, but this? It was like volcano waiting to erupt. Like a promise of rain after months of drought. That spirit made you shiver. You shouldn’t feel that way, not towards human. But you couldn’t help it, you could smell that he was more than just a human. Whatever someone did to him, it was too similar to god’s creation. Could they made him godlike and not even know about it? Was this genius possible on earth?

You got up and put silky robe on, then peeked through the door to check if anyone else wasn’t asleep. The hall was empty, so you went out and followed sweet scent of wild energy. It was calling you like a drug, like some inner voice asking you to get to know it, taste it, touch and play with it. Though still you hesitated when you reached the soldier’s door. Humans were still unknown for you, so you had no idea how would he react to your entrance. You didn’t want to harm him.

Slowly you opened the door and immediately was overwhelmed with the intensity of Steve’s flavour in the room. He wasn’t asleep. He was reading a book in the bed, but dropped it when he saw you.

‘Y/N, is something wrong?’ As always his sight was avoiding your body.

‘I can’t sleep,’ You said, walking up to him. ‘And something about you just… messes with my mind.’

You kneeled near his head and he slowly moved away.

‘I’m sorry if I’m a cause of… inconveniences… But how can I help you?’

‘Just don’t move.’

Within mere seconds you finally could ease your need and feel the energy for yourself. You pressed your lips against his, ready for instant flow of spirit, but that wasn’t the thing that made your stomach twirl and jump. It was the feeling of his soft lips touching yours, smell of his skin, the way his posture changed from shocked to willing. He kissed you back, his hand got lost in your locks and pulled you closer. Suddenly your heart was beating faster, his tongue was in your mouth, he was dragging you onto the bed. You held him tightly, new sensations were bursting in your brain, you never felt this way. His thumb caressed your plump cheek, travelled through every freckle and beauty mark which created constellations on your skin. You bit his lower lip, subtle groan vibrated inside his throat, his hands were now under your robe, rubbing and circling your curves. He wasn’t so shy now, his red cheeks were burning with arousal, harsh fingertips found themselves on the skin of your breasts. Needy lips were sucking your neck, collarbone, chest, soon his tongue teased your nipple, other one was being taken care of with his fingers and you didn’t know how to deal with all the feelings inside you. He was human and you were a goddess. This body was acting strange, it was needy, begging for touch and this man was more than willing to fulfil your need.

You weren’t sure how to act, but he seemed to know exactly what to do to you. He took his shirt off and exposed his muscular chest to you. Your robe quickly followed the shirt and met it on the floor.

‘You are so beautiful…’ He sighed, looking down on you. ‘Is this… A trick? Or a spell?’

You were breathing heavily.

‘Do you mean this body?’

‘I mean you. Here.’

You licked your dry lips and rose on your elbows.

‘I came because your energy drives me crazy,’ You said, reaching your fingers to trace lines of muscles on his chest. ‘I wanted to try it. Steal, eventually. But this? It’s better.’

It was all he needed. His lips found yours again, tongue was once again dancing with yours. You tried to take his shorts off, but struggled with shaky hands, so he helped. His warm, dripping erection touched your stomach, and flowers began to bloom inside you. He rubbed your skin, leaving trace of wet precum. You collected it with your finger and brought up to your lips. You sucked it clean, pure energy spilled on your tongue and you held back a moan. Steve was watching you with his lips parted, mesmerised by your actions. You felt as if he wanted to read form you all the knowledge of the world, secrets of galaxy and the universe itself. And you would let him.

He lowered himself a bit and parted your legs even more. His tip was caressing your soaking folds and you wanted to force him inside of you, your body was aching for more, more and more. You could destroy any star, create any planet now. You would do anything to feel him.

Painfully slowly he slid into you, stretching your walls and making you moan. He kissed you softly and started to move. Slow at first, he was getting impatient and fast. The energy he was giving you with each thrust was dazing you, blood in your veins was rushing at unbelievable speed, adrenaline forced you to buck your hips against Steve’s in wild pace. His eyes were all over you and you knew exactly why; you were glistening and your eyes were all white now, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of his body attached to yours, how you were one now.

Sudden warmth started to build up in your stomach, untamed, raw feeling of pleasure made you feel like a ticking bomb.

‘Fuck… Y/N…’ Steve moaned, his thrusts were getting more sloppy and wild, his lips attacked yours.

And then you felt it. It came to you like erupting volcano, flowers bloomed on your palms, in your hair, you screamed with flowers and butterflies, the bed was all in grass, hot cum, energy, vitality burst into you, heavy breathing near your ear caused tornados. And you never felt more alive.

#steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fluff #captain america fluff #captain america smut #captain america imagine #avengers smut #marvel smut #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #smut #imagine #avengers x reader #thor

[sometimesrosy]

Binary Stars chap 1: Together

Oh shoot. I just hit 4k followers. It happened sooner than I thought because I got a big bump last week. In celebration, I wanted to start a new fic for you guys. I haven’t been writing fic lately due to nano burnout and not really feeling comfortable in fandom. but, clearly there are still people here who love Bellarke and love The 100 and that’s who has been following me. So. I thought that with all my theories I’ve been developing, and my growing obsession with the storylines that are still coming and my anticipation for the various alien world stories I am speculating, I decided how about some stories?

I am about to start a freelance gig ghostwriting, so I’m not sure how fast I’ll be writing for you, since I’ll have deadlines of my own, and one of the things that has kept me from writing this idea is that if I go ALL the way with my spec, it’s going to be a novel. That’s a LOT. 

So I’m giving you this story, which has Bellarke talking about the 2199 calls, and maybe some others, and maybe we’ll keep it a loose collection of spec fics and interrelated stories. Maybe some alternate theories too. IDK what will happen. Let’s just give it a try and see. :)

Thanks for following me. 

(as soon as i clean out my inbox backlog, I might open up my anons again, or I might open them up on a schedule. Still thinking about how to do it.)

rosymamacita

Summary:

Immediately after season 5 is over, Bellamy and Clarke discuss who should be woken first. Which is business she can handle. They discuss 2199 days that have gone past... which she can't.

Chapter 1

First they woke Abby.

“This is the planet with the two suns, Clarke, you’re the only one who can be on the surface without getting radiation poisoning. And we’ve had enough of that,” Bellamy said while he made his bid for who they should wake first.

“Me and Madi,” Clarke said, biting her lip.

“Exactly. And we don’t want to use your blood—“

“Bone marrow.”

He looked horrified. She could see the memories of Mount Weather in his eyes. She had them, too.

“Even worse,” He said. “So we wake your mom and Jackson, and they make the night blood, then everyone will be protected on the planet. You won’t be special anymore.” He grinned at her then, ducking his head and looking up at her through his hair in a way that made her stomach flip. She couldn’t have that. She nodded swiftly. Business like.

“Like on Becca’s island. What she needed was zero G.”

Bellamy waved his hand at the window, looking out on deep space on the other side of the galaxy. “We have that.”

Once Abby was woken, they needed Raven and Shaw, to handle the technical side. That was also his suggestion. It was easier for her to let him decide. He was used to organizing people. She’d only had Madi. And she wanted her to wake, too.

“Definitely,” he said. “She’s the Commander. She has to be in on the decisions.”

“She’s eleven, Bellamy.”

He nodded. “And we’ll be here to help her make the right choices, won’t we?” She nodded. That was true at least. “And Gaia, to help her control the flame. She helped her. The more control she has, the more she won’t be at its mercy.”

Clarke nodded. Bellamy seemed to have everything under control. He seemed to know what to do. “We should wake Octavia and Diyoza, too, then. They know their people, what they need. How they’ll react to things.”

Bellamy bit his lip and looked away. She wanted to put her hand on his arm, to tell her she understood his sorrow and horror over what Octavia had become, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t hers.

“We should wake Indra too. And Miller. They can keep her in line.”

He shrugged. “Can they?”

She wanted to hug him so badly, but she lost that right. A long time ago. “We should wake your family, too,” she said. He needed them. “Echo. Murphy and Emori.”

Bellamy nodded, slowly, and stopped her with a hand to her shoulder. He turned her to face him. “You’re my family, too, Clarke, you know that right? You and Madi?”

Something in her chest twisted. She shoved it down and smiled brightly at Bellamy. “You’re my family, too,” and she knew the words rang falsely, because that was not it. That was not what he was to her, that was only the smallest part of what he was to her and she couldn’t let him know the rest because it wasn’t fair and it wasn’t real and he didn’t share it. So she smiled. And nodded. And let it be enough.

He shook his head. “No. Not like that, Clarke.”

“What?” Her throat was inexplicable dry, her heart suddenly leaping instead of twisting, maybe both. He held her with both hands now, firmly, so he could look into her eyes. His eyes wouldn’t let her go.

“Madi told me, Clarke.”

“Told you what?” Her words were a bare whisper, but she couldn’t let him know that it was not on purpose, that she did not have control over her voice, over her tongue, over the wild fluttering of her heart.

“She told me you called me every day you were down there. For six years.”

2199 days, she thought, but didn’t say. She just stared into his brown eyes. So warm. So deep. She had never forgotten his eyes but she had forgotten the way they made her feel.

“I talked to you, too, Clarke.”

Clarke’s breath caught.

“Every day. For 2199 days, I stood at the window and I told you what I was thinking, told you what I was feeling.”

“What?”

“Every day. I talked to you, too. I never forgot you. I never let you go.”

Clarke had to swallow. “But… but you thought I was dead.”

He nodded, his hands clenching on her arms. He shrugged. ‘My head knew you were dead. My heart?” He shook his head helplessly. “My heart didn’t care. Clarke, I was in lo—“

“You have a girlfriend.”

He held on tighter. “If you had made it to the ship—“

“Don’t.”

“If you had made it we could have—“

“Don’t, Bellamy.” The panic tightened at her throat and she broke his grip on her, pulling away. The thought of all she had lost. Of all that could have been. She couldn’t bear it. She went to the window, looked out at the planet with the two suns below them. Remembered what the dead earth looked like. Remembered those long six years of living there. Without him. She felt him come up behind her.

He let out a breath. She nearly melted. How was it that just someone’s breath could be so dear.

“I’m sorry Clarke, I just wanted you to know how I felt. If you don’t feel the same—“

“Bellamy…” and his name was filled with all her pain. Six years worth of it. And now. Knowing that he was not hers and could never be hers. “Bellamy… I can’t think about what could have happened…I can’t imagine… I can’t let myself imagine what I lost, that I could have had you…” The words came out choked, nearly voiceless. “It hurts.”

“Clarke,” he said, and he was so sympathetic…so caring… so sad. His hand lightly brushed her back, for comfort, she was sure, and she slipped away from his touch.

She stood at the side of the window and he stood at the other, that look on his face that said how sorry he was.

“I can’t think about the life I didn’t get to have with you, and the rest. I can’t think about being your family or anything else.”

“You are my family, Clarke. You always are, and always will be.”

She choked the sob that wanted to rise back down. She didn’t feel like it. What she’d done. All those years. Just her and Madi. “If I had made it, Madi would probably have died. She would have been all alone. She was just a little girl, Bellamy. That would have been worse. I got left—I stayed behind so I could find Madi.”

“Madi is our family, too, Clarke. I won’t ever let anything happen to her, I promise. I love her, too. You believe me, don’t you?”

Their choices lie between them. The flame. The gladiator ring. Echo. The Eligius. Everything they’d sacrificed. But Clarke believed that Bellamy would do everything in his power to protect Madi. And he’d done it even when he hadn’t agreed with his actions. He had stood there, beside Madi, and protected her. That was the man he was. Just like she’d always seen in him. A good man. A man she could trust. She nodded. “I believe you. And I believe that we can start a new life, me and Madi. You and Echo.”

He shook his head, one short, sharp shake and opened his mouth as if to speak but no words came out.

“ We can all be family, now. Because this is the life we have. This is the life we got. Me and Madi. You and Echo. Whatever we could have had? We didn’t. I spent too many years dreaming and wishing…I had to let it go. And now you have another life, too.” For a second she thought she’d given it away that she hadn’t let it go, hadn’t at all, until she saw him with Echo, but the pain was still too new. It hadn’t settled into her bones yet, gotten slower and deeper so she could breathe through it. It was still too sharp. She had to cut it off, completely. “And it’s a good life.”

She nodded as if it was decided. “She’s good for you. You’re happy. And I’m happy, too, with Madi. We can live with the lives we’ve got now, instead of the one that could have been. We should forget impossibilities, stop dwelling in the past. And look forward.” She was proud of herself for getting it out without the tears she could feel wanting to rise. She’d save those for when she was alone.

He watched her, though, as if he didn’t believe her. For a moment, Clarke thought that he would say no. That he would tell her he wanted something different, something more and her heartbeat sped up again. But instead, he lowered his eyes.

“We have a world to explore,” he said, and looked up at her, something deep burning in his gaze. “We’re a team again, and we’re going to be the good guys, now. Together.”

The word took her breath away. Like a vow. The times they’d shared it, years past, echoed through the ship. “Together,” she said and nodded.

They went to wake Echo, Murphy and Emori, and it wasn’t until much later that she realized he hadn’t agreed to forget.

#bellarke fic #binary stars #4k celebration

[dearlazerbunny]

Jealousy

Pairings: Kylo x Reader

Genre/Rating: Modern AU. Warning for mentions of a severe car crash.

Words: 1500

Summary: Written for Anon who requested some angst and regret. Not as long as I’d like but I hope you enjoy it anyways, anon! Let me know!

“Christian, stop it!” You’re blushing like crazy as one of your best friends earnestly repeats his comment.

“I mean it, Y/N, you look great.”

You give. ‘Well, thank you.”

“No problem.” He’s lit up like a Christmas tree, obviously happy to see you. “So how’ve you been? It’s been forever since we talked.”

“Oh, you know, work and whatnot. Nothing special.”

He grins. “And how’s Kylo?”

You blush again, but this time you don’t mind. “He’s great. We’re great, actually. I’m really happy with him.” You’d only been going out for six months, but you could already see a lifetime with him. A wonderful change from the frat boys and overgrown babies you’d stuck yourself with the previous decade of your life. Of course, Kylo isn’t perfect- nobody is- but he treats you like you’re the only woman in the world, and the best thing that’s ever happened to him. You never thought being treated like a queen was your style, but now that you’ve got it, it feels pretty damn good.

“Awesome. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you, Christian.” You smile at him fondly. “I promised Kylo I’d meet him around now, so I’ll catch you later?”

“Of course, of course. C’mere.” He pulls you into a huge hug, which you happily accept and return. “I’ll see you soon. And hey, send me an invite to the wedding, y’hear?”

You roll your eyes. “I’m walking away, Christian.”

“I’m just playing with ya.” He grins at you.”See you around, Y/N.” You wave at his retreating back as he goes and sits with his friends on the opposite side of the room. Walking up to the bar, you pick your poison and let the bartender work his magic while fiddling with a straw, wondering where your boyfriend is. It isn’t like him to be late.

Suddenly, someone taps you on the shoulder, and you nearly jump out of your skin. “Kylo! Jesus, you scared me!” You laugh, giving him a hug, which he stiffly returns. “You’re late, you know.”

“I got held up.”

His curt response surprises you. “Hey- is everything okay?” It’s then you can see the barely restrained fury on his face, radiating from every part of him.

“What the hell was that?”

Your eyebrows crease. “What was… what?”

“That blonde guy. You hugged him.”

“Oh, Christian? He’s an old friend, and I haven’t seen him in ages, so.”

“He shouldn’t have done that.”

“Done what? Hug me?”

His teeth are gritted as he speaks. “I saw the way you looked at him. The way you laughed at everything he said.”

You’re at a loss. “Okay, babe, you lost me. He’s a friend? And I laughed because he’s funny?”

Kylo shakes his head. “Looked like you’d rather be with him than with me.”

Now you’re really confused. “What? Kylo that’s absurd! You can’t honestly be jealous of one of my friends.”

There’s a darkness in his eyes that you haven’t seen before. “I’m going home. Have fun with your friend.”

“Kylo, wait!” You grab his hand, but he shrugs it off a little more forcefully than he has to. He really must be mad. At what, thought? A hug from a friend? Ridiculous. “At least take me home. You know how I feel about cabs.”

“Oh no, I’m sure you’d rather spend time with Christian over here.”

Now you’re getting mad. “Kylo, it was just a hug! Why are you getting so worked up over this?”

“Forget it. I’m done.” He shrugs back on his coat and turns to leave. “I’ll see you later.”

“Kylo-”

But he walks out without another word, not even turning around to see what you have to say. You’re so frustrated you’re afraid you’re going to shatter the stem of the glass you have in your hand, so you set it down as gently as you can muster. Maybe you will go hang out with Christian. Maybe you’ll break up with Kylo and move in with Christian and have lots of babies and never think about Kylo and his stupid jealousy again-

You sigh. You’re just tired. Waving at the bartender for him to give you your check, you stop them when they come over. “Hi, could you call me a cab, please?”

…

Everything is dark. You can feel the mist of rain on your face and hard concrete beneath you. But wait, that isn’t right- shouldn’t you be inside a car…?

You open your eyes to a swarm of people crawling all over what looks like a horrendous car crash. God, it looks bad. You’re about to pull out your phone to call 911 but you cant find it… and you can’t move your arm…

“Hey, over here! We got another one!”

A man in a uniform is suddenly by your side. You try to speak to him, but all that comes out is an incomprehensible moan. “Okay miss, you’ve been in a pretty bad crash. We’re going to get you taken care of though. Can you blink if you can understand me?”

You do so, blinking twice, and the relief on his face is palpable. “Excellent. I’m going to get my team over here and we’ll get you to the hospital.”

You were in a crash? You don’t even remember… your eyes begin to close seemingly on their own, despite you fighting to keep them open.

“We’re losing her! Get over here, now!”

Everything is dark.

…

The phone rings at an ungodly hour of the night but Kylo answers anyways, thinking it’s you. He needs to apologize- he was a total asshole at the bar-

“Hello, is this Mr. Ren?”

“Um- yes?”

“I’m calling on behalf of Y/N Y/L/N and Saint Hope hospital. You’re listed as Y/N’s emergency contact.”

Holy fuck. “What happened? Is she okay?”

“She was involved in a serious car crash about two hours ago. She’s currently stable, but if you could come in to-”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” As he hangs up, it takes every ounce of strength he has not to throw his phone at the wall. What had he done?

… The hospital smells of cleaning alcohol and is too bright for how early in the morning it is. The lights in your room are dimmed to accommodate the pounding headache you have, and your arm throbs underneath the cast it’s been wrapped in. Something on every appendage is either bandaged or bruised, and you’re sure you look like a nightmare,, so your voice cracks in relief when you see a familiar silhouette outlined in the doorway. “Kylo.”

“”Y/N.” He rushes to you, then hesitates, before laying a careful hand on the arm that isn’t casted. He doesn’t want to hurt you. “What the hell happened?”

You smile weakly. “Cabbie got arrested for drunk driving. Just my luck, huh?”

“Oh my god, Y/N- I am so sorry-”

“You don’t need to be sorry, Kylo, it’s not like you crashed the car yourself-”

“I know, but you asked me to take you home and I didn’t and now…”

You’re silent for a moment. “Well, yeah. But you were mad. I don’t blame you.”

“About that.” He sighs and sits down on one of the chairs positions next to your bed. “I was a complete asshole. I don’t know why I acted the way I did, I was just so…”

You try to use your good hand to reach out and take his, and he meets you halfway, clutching it desperately. “It’s okay, Kylo. Jealously gets the best of us sometimes.”

“I just- I’m always waiting for you to turn around and leave me for something better. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and it always feels like it’s too good to be true.”

“Oh, Kylo.” You feel a tear drop down your cheek, and not just from the pain. “Nothing could ever make me leave you. Nothing and no one.”

“I was so afraid you were dead,” he whispers. “I thought I’d fucked it up for good. And you were never coming back.”

“I’m right here.” You squeeze his hand as hard as you can. “I’m okay. Relatively speaking,” you say with a wry grin. “Just, next time, maybe drive me home, okay?”

He laughs weakly and leans over to kiss your hand, then your cheek, then your forehead. Every part of you is instantly soothed when his lips touch your skin. “You’ll never have to go home alone again. I promise.”

#star wars #Star Wars fanfic #star wars angst #star wars request #requests #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #reader insert

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Dad | Calum Hood

Requested? Yup! Hope you like it anon I’m sorry it’s so short 

Warnings? Swearing 

Word Count: 966

“Good morning!” Luke greets you as you walk downstairs in which you groan in response. 

“Well someone’s in a bad mood.” He jokes and you shove him playfully as you head to the cabinet to grab a cup and fill it with water. You had slept over your best friend Lukes house (which you haven’t done in forever) last night. The two of you were life long friends and you even met your boyfriend, Calum, through him. “I feel horrible.” You tell Luke as you sit down at the kitchen island. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t know. My stomach is killing me and I feel like-“ Before you can finish your sentence, you feel the bile rise in the back of your throat and you rush to the bathroom as fast as possible. Luke is on your heels and holding your hair back as you empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. When you’re finally finished, you lean back against Luke who pulls you close and runs his hands softly through your hair. “Food poisoning?” He asks. “I think so.” You respond. After sitting on the bathroom floor for a few more minutes, Luke helps you up and back to his room. He wraps you up in his blankets before telling you he’ll be right back with aspirin and water. When Luke comes back with medicine, you thank him before sinking back into the covers. “Want me to call Calum?” He asks sitting down on the bed next to you. “Yes please.” Luke nods before heading back downstairs and calling Calum. Not too long after, you hear a knock on the door and you call to the person to tell them to come in. “Hey baby.” Calum greets when he walks into the room. “Hello love.” “You okay?” He asks coming to sit down next to you. He leans forward and presses a hand to your forehead before pulling away. “You don’t have a fever.” “My stomachs been hurting all morning.” You tell him. “I’ll go get your more water and some saltines and see if you can keep those down.” He stands up and leans down to give your forehead a kiss before heading downstairs to get you water. For the next few days, you still felt sick in the morning but a bit better later in the day. You had pretty much chalked it up to food poising until one week of being sick turned into two. “It’s gotta be something else.” You tell Luke. “Like what?” He asks and you shrug your shoulder. Suddenly it hits you like a truck and everything makes perfect sense. You know your face is pale and your mouth turns into an “o” as Lukes expression turns into concern. “What?” He asks. “I think I’m pregnant.” You then go on to explain to Luke that you felt like you were having morning sickness and you noticed your period was a few days late. When you’re finished talking, you both fall into a long silence until Luke breaks it. “I’m gonna be an uncle!” He exclaims happily before running over to you and hugging you tightly. “You don’t know that yet.” You tell him. “Well let’s go find out.” You and Luke head to the store and buy a pregnancy test before heading back to Lukes apartment. When you get there, you head straight for Lukes bathroom to take the test. “Is it ready?” He asks through the door. “I think so.” You respond. “Do you want me to come in?” “Yes please.” Luke carefully opens the door and walks into the bathroom. You reach out and take his hand in which he squeezes yours for reassurance. You pick up the pregnancy test and together you look at it. Positive. “I’m gonna be a mom.” You whisper. “You’re gonna be a mom!” Luke announces before hugging you tightly. “Are you gonna tell Calum?” “Yeah but what if he breaks up with me?” You worry. Calum was nothing but sweet and a gentleman but you were both young and having a kid could change everything. “Call him.” Luke says placing both hands on your shoulders. “Invite him over and tell him. If he’s a dick about it I’ll just kick his ass.” Luke says shrugging his shoulders making you giggle quietly. You pull out your phone and dial Calums number. Luke stays with you as you tell Calum to come to Lukes so you can tell him the news. Calum makes it to Lukes in record time. When he knocks on the door, you answer and let him in. “How are you feeling?” He asks after greeting you with a kiss. “Better. I uh actually have to tell you something.” You say looking down at your feet nervously. “What is it baby girl?” He asks taking your hands in his. “I’m pregnant.” “You’re pregnant?” He repeats. You nod your head and nervously wait for Calum to respond. “Your pregnant.” He repeats and you smile as you watch his face turn to pure joy. “I’m gonna be a dad!!” He practically screams. He steps forward and wraps his arms around you and picks you up. He spins you around while yelling in excitement. When he sets you down he places his hands on your cheeks and kisses you hard. “I’m gonna be a dad.” He whispers and you nod your head. He then gets down one one knee and carefully places a kiss on your belly. “You're gonna be so lucky kid ya know that?” Calum says talking towards your stomach.

He then stands up again and you can see he’s practically radiating. “I’m gonna be a dad.” He says once more like he’s never gonna believe the sentence. “You’re gonna be the best dad in the entire world.”

#calum hood #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #luke hemmings imagine #ashton irwin imagine #michael clifford imgaine #5 seconds of summer #5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos #5sos imagine #imagine #bravebesson #calum hood imagine

[potions-and-potters]

1. You're rocking the flower crowns, my friend. Beautiful as ever. 2. The faculty newsletter thing may have been a shitpost but it remains to this day the funniest thing I've ever seen and it 100% deserves all 10,000+ notes it's gotten. Amazing. 3. I had no idea you were taking prompts! Could I pretty please ask for 62 and/or 73 for Snarry? ~Sleepy Anon, extra sleepy

Prompt: #62. “It was an accident!”

Word Count: 2,014

Warnings: none

Tags: established relationship, fluff, parent!snarry, unhelpful frogs

Author’s note: Thank you so much for all your kind words!! I also only recently reblogged that post. I’m always taking prompts though! So if anyone has something they want to be written, all they need to do is send me an ask and I’ll see what I can do! Now, about the fic. I decided to do 62 AND 73. As in separately. So here is 62! I’ll get 73 done and post that as well. I hope you like it! I know this probably wasn’t where you thought this would go, but I was just in the mood for some fluffy parent!snarry, you know? Let me know what you think :)

Fic:

A blur of black hair rushed by the window. Harry and Severus paused their conversation, Severus arching a brow at his husband. They listen carefully but nothing but the wind chime sounded outside. Harry looked out the window, seeing the back garden as tranquil as ever. The light wind blew the trees and the smell of Severus’s herb garden drifted in on it.

But there was definitely something out there. Or rather, someone. Opening his mouth, Harry returned his attention to Severus to ask if he had seen it. Severus slowly raised a finger to his lips, indicating for Harry to be quiet. Biting his lip, they kept quiet a moment longer, holding their breaths.

They didn’t need to wait long before the sound of pattering feet across the stepping stones came to their ears and a very obvious attempt at a muffled giggle joined it. Harry smiled at Severus, who had his own smile quirking his lips up.

Together, they padded quietly to the door to the back garden. Severus ever so quietly opened the door and they peered out. Outside, their suspicions were confirmed.  

Standing by the small pond in the middle of the garden, squatting down and facing the water, a little girl who was supposed to be cleaning up her toys stood with every ounce of her attention captured by something she had cupped in her small hand. Her wild long hair cascaded down her back, covering the flowery patterned overalls she wore. She had somehow slipped past the kitchen door to grab her sparkly pink sandals that her Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron had bought her for her birthday three months ago. They were her favourite pair of shoes.

“You’re very slimy, Mr.Gribit,” she said in her kind voice. Her head was bent as she spoke and it was evident she was trying to whisper. She hadn’t quiet gotten the hang of it yet.

Severus and Harry shared a look. Slimy? Wonderful. Harry supposed he’d be giving her a bath early today.

Whatever was in her hand seemed to try to escape, but the little girl thought it was simply falling. She shifted in her squat and moved her hands to cup it better. “Sorry,” she said to it. She lifted her head and her fathers held their breath, waiting for her to turn around and spot them. Instead, she seemed to be scanning the pond for something. “Oh,” she exclaimed as she spotted what she was looking for. “We’re going to go on a little adventure,” she told the thing in her hands. “Don’t worry, I won’t drop you,” she assured it in a very matter of fact way.

Harry smiled. She probably got that from Severus.

The thing in her hands tried making another escape as she stood. She grabbed at it again, careful not to hurt it. “Now, none of that. I won’t have you hopping about. Come on. We’ve got things to do. No dilly-dallying,” she said, and by the tone of her voice, they knew she had a little scowl on her face.

Harry brought a hand to his mouth to stop the laugh from coming out as he looked at his husband. Now THAT was all Severus.

Severus was smirking at his daughter, a look of pride in his eyes. He glanced at Harry when he felt his eyes on him and at his husband’s reaction, he responded with an unamused look. Harry grinned back. They stood and watched their daughter carefully walk around the pond’s edge towards her destination. The thing in her hand was cupped carefully so any more attempts to escape would be futile. Harry looped his arm around Severus’s and leaned his head on his Husband’s shoulder, a lovingly smile on his face as they watched on quietly.

She was babbling away to her little friend, telling it about the herbs in the garden and how it absolutely, under no condition, was allowed to go to those in the right corner with the little orange tape on it. Severus had said the exact same thing to her when he had been planting them. They were delicate and poisonous, but extremely useful ingredients.

Harry glanced up at Severus to see him nodding at her words. He started to positively radiate with pride when she started explaining what they all did and what they were most commonly used in and why.

“You see that?” the little voice asked the thing in her hands. “That’s going to be your new home.” She squatted down again and reached forward to plop it down only to find the lily pad she was aiming for was too far away. “Oh, no,” she said. She brought her cupped hands in front of her face and peered into it through the cracks of her fingers. “It’s okay. I’ve got it,” she assured it.

She shuffled forward, carefully balancing on the edge of the pond. Harry sucked in a breath. That was further than she was allowed to go. Next to him, Severus tensed slightly, and Harry could tell he was ready to jump to the rescue at the slightest sign of trouble.

“Oops,” the little voice said, watching as a little fish swam quickly in the opposite direction. “Sorry little fishie,” she sang. She reached out again for the lily pad. It was a big fat one surrounded by several smaller ones. Of course she chose that one. With a little tongue sticking out and a small frown of concentration on her face, she tried to make her arms grow to reach the Lily pad. A quiet grunt of annoyance came out of her. “Just a little further,” she whispered. She rocked forward on her tiptoes and her cupped hand finally reached the middle of the Lily pad. “There!” she smiled.

Harry and Severus watched, nervous that she was going to lose her balance but not wanting to startle her.

“Okay,” she said, and slowly opened her hands. “There you go little froggie,” she said sweetly. She angled her hands so he could do the slightest hope down. The frog eyed the lily pad and stayed put. She frowned. “Go on,” she encouraged. The frog didn’t budge. “It’s right there! That’s your new home,” she told it. It let out a little croak. She huffed at it in response. “I haven’t got all day, you know,” she said, a familiar expression on her face of thinly vailed patience. Molly wore the same one when speaking with her grandchildren when they weren’t listening. “Chop chop!” she frowned and gently shook her hand a little.

The frog simply croaked once more.

“Oi!” she said, getting mad now. “This is the best Lily Pad in the pond and I think it’s perfect for your new home. If you don’t agree then find your own one, but your last home wasn’t very nice. You almost got eated by a hawk!” she said to it, clearly trying to reason with the frog. “Now,” she said, sounding once again like Severus. “Get hopping.”

Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing as Severus’s eyes sparkled in mirth.

“Well?” she sighed in exasperation after about a second and a half of waiting. She had Harry’s patience. She tried lowering her hand to the lily pad, wondering if the little frog was too scared to make the jump.

All of a sudden, the frog jumped. But it didn’t jump onto the lily pad. It jumped right into the water. The pond water splashed out and hit her square in the eyes, blinding her for a moment. She let out a yell and lost her balance.

“LILY!” Harry and Severus yelled at the same time, rushing over to save her. Harry and Severus ran to the pond. Severus dived to grab her and Harry jumped right into the water.

It was all for nothing as Lilly opened her eyes just as she was a hairsbreadth from the pond’s surface and as she scrunched her eyes closed and braced for impact, she disappeared with a pop. She reappeared the other end of the pond, where she had been squatting before. For Harry and Severus, it happened too fast for them to realize. Harry ended up in the water first, but as there was nobody for Severus to gran as he dived, he ended up in the pond as well.

Lily opened her eyes, looking around at her surroundings in surprise just as her fathers popped up out of the water. Her eyes widened in surprise as she watched them frantically look around for her, calling her name before their eyes settled on her, perfectly dry, and watching them guiltily.

“Hi,” she mumbled, arms clasped in front of her as she took in their soaked clothes and hair.

“Lily!” Harry gasped as Severus stared in shock. “You just did magic,” Harry stated. He looked at his husband. “She just did magic.”

“It was an accident!” Lily defended herself as she watched the realization dawn on her fathers’ faces. Her fathers turned to stare at her. “I didn’t mean to,” she whined, her face crumpling and her bottom lip wobbling.

Harry’s eyes widened as he saw her eyes filled with tears. “Oh, no! Lily, no!” he said as he jumped out the water. Severus followed him. Harry rushed over to their daughter and knelt down in front of her. Lily didn’t look at him.

“I didn’t mean to,” she repeated sadly.

“We’re not mad, Lily pad,” Harry clarified, using his nickname for her. She looked up from behind long dark lashes, unsure.

“Really?” she asked. She dared a look at Severus, who was beaming at her. At the look of happiness on both her fathers’ faces, a small smile came to her face. “Did I do something good?” she chirped, her mood turned around completely.

Harry and Severus laughed.

“That was your first accidental magic,” Harry explained.

“What’s that,” Lily asked, looking at both of them.

“It’s when you get very emotional when you’re young and not in control of your magic and you accidentally do something. Hence the name,” Severus explained. “Daddy accidentally ended up on a roof once,” he told her.

Harry frowned up at him. “Of course that’s the example you use,” he said. Severus smirked.

“I did magic?” Lily smiled.

“You did,” Harry beamed.

“I’m a witch!” Lily exclaimed excitedly. Her fathers beamed at her. “I’m going to go to Hogwarts!” she said, eyes wide with realization.

“Not quite yet,” Harry smiled at her, but Lily wasn’t listening. She looked at Severus.

“Papa, can I have a frog?” she asked.

“We’ll see,” he said.

“Why aren’t I consulted on this?” Harry laughed.

“Papa makes the important decisions,” Lily responded matter of factly. Severus smirked.

“We make them together,” Harry explained gently.

“Oh.” Lily looked thoughtful. “Daddy, can I have a frog?” she asked Harry.

“We’ll see,” he said. Lily frowned. “Ask us again when you’re eleven.”

She sighed, very put upon. “Okay,” she said, with a little shake of her head.

“Now, I think papa and I need to take a shower,” Harry said, getting up and looking down at his dirty and wet clothes.

“Sounds fun,” Papa smiled at Harry, his eyes glinting.

“Showers aren’t fun, papa,” Lily explained as if talking to a child. “You can’t even bring a rubber ducky in with them! How can you play?”

Lily had many rubber ducks. Courtesy of Granddad Arthur.

“Don’t you have toys to clean up, young lady?” Harry asked.

Lily sighed. “Okay,” she conceded. As she walked back inside, she held up a little hand, her index finger up as she made a declaration. “I shall name my frog Gribert.”

Harry and Severus shared an amused look as she disappeared inside.

Severus wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and pulled him back against him. “So, about that shower?”

“But what about the rubber ducks?” Harry asked innocently.

Severus put his lips against his husband’s ear. “We have our own toys,” he whispered in a low voice.

Harry grinned.

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Horns (part 1 of 2) | Roan x Reader

[GIF not mine] - READ PART TWO HERE

Requested by anon: Hey, do you think you could write a Roan x Reader based on Bryce Fox’s song Horns please ? That’d be amazing ! :)

A/N: this song will forever be stuck in my head (listen to it at your own risk) and it turned me into a mess. For real. This is gonna have a part 2 because @selldraug asked for it and because I need to see how it ends. And because I like this weird shit. Because damn, Y/N’s weird as hell! (Sorry, anon, if it’s short, but the exam I have tomorrow is making me anxious. I promise part 2 will be longer!)

Fandom: The 1OO. Pairing: Roan x Reader

Warnings: weird shit. A little bit of biting, a little bit of blood. Light mentions of sexual things. Weird reader (and writer haha). Set in the period in which Roan is still prince but banned.

Requests are OPEN

Listen to ‘Horns’ here (x)

Word-count: 1785

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“Well, well, isn’t this the Prince of Azgeda I see roaming the wildlands?”

Those had been her first words to him. She had caught him off guard while he was taking a piss, ten hours away from Polis. He had hurried up, finishing his business as quickly as possible, and he had turned. That girl had stood in front of him with an evil smirk on her face.

She had recognized him immediately: the scars on her face clearly stated that she was from Azgeda, and yet she had treated him disrespectfully.

That same girl was now laying on the furs he called his bed, naked and sound asleep.

He wouldn’t call theirs a relationship. He wasn’t sure that her cold stone heart would one day be open to a relationship, and yet he had fallen for her. Maybe he had fallen for her that day in the woods, while he had been pissing and she had stared at his penis amused.

His heart was in her hands and he knew she was more than capable of scratching it, of crashing it, of scarring it. And yet he couldn’t take it back. There was something in her, deep down in her black soul, that kept calling him back to her.

A hand snaked up his back, brushing the scratches she had given him a few hours before. Her lips kissed his skin while she got up in a sitting position behind him.

“What are you thinking about?” her hoarse voice asked.

The sound of it sent shivers down his spine. He almost felt ashamed, but the thing with her was that that girl scared the crap out of him.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing,” he answered, brushing her hand resting on his chest.

Y/N chuckled. Roan felt her hands leaving his body. She crawled around him until she was just in front of him. She pushed his legs open and sat down between them, but she didn’t get too close to his body. “I am inside your head, Prince,” she smiled evilly, caressing his cheeks with her ice cold hands. “You know you cannot lie to me, right?”

Roan sighed, raising his knees and trapping her body. “I hate you, you know?”

“Well, now you’re hurting me,” and she dramatically put one hand on her heart. “Did I – by any chance – give you a reason to hate me?”

“You kill me every time,” he confessed, lowering his gaze to her swollen lips.

“And yet you keep crawling back to me.” Y/N tilted her head to the side, her fingers trailing down his chest, grazing a little with her nails. “And, apparently, you like it.”

“I’m not sure I really do.”

She shrugged and thanks to that movement the light of the moon caught an ugly scar on her shoulder and made it shine a little. That lighter shade of her skin caught his attention for a fraction of second before she returned to her original position.

“You’re free to leave anytime you want,” she said, her fingers going even further, grazing at a scar he had on his hips.

They kept silent for a while, staring into each other’s eyes. For a second he thought he saw two little horns on each side of her head, but he shrugged the thought off his shoulders – the alcohol he had drunk was having its effects.

“I know,” he answered after a while, grabbing her wrists to get her hands off of him.

“Why are you here, Roan of Azgeda, if you know you can leave whenever it pleases you?” she whispered in his ear. She got up on her knees and got closer to him, their skins barely touching.

Cold radiated off of her and Roan couldn’t understand how she could be alive with such a low body temperature. Without him wanting so, his hands crawled on her back, brushing lightly at the numerous scars adorning her skin. She stood still against him, her breath slowly and lightly fanning his ear and neck.

Why did she have that effect on him? How could she affect him this much?

His skin always tingled when he was with her, his stomach fluttered when she talked, his heart beat furiously when she was close to him. She, on the contrary, didn’t look half as fazed. Her breath was regular, her heartbeat so light he could hardly hear it.

“Why won’t you leave, Roan?” she whispered again, her breath tickling his skin.

On its own accord, Roan’s head fell down and his forehead rested against her shoulder. “You keep calling me back.”

Her laugh reverberated in his chest, her cold skin burning his, her hands playing with his messy and dirty hair. “Oh, if I were calling you to me, you’d know, trust me.”

“You’ve screwed me,” he cursed, his grip on her tightening, leaving bruises and scratches.

She didn’t care. She loved it when he hurt her. It was almost as if she couldn’t stay away from pain – from physical pain. The scars covering her body, trophies of her victories, which she wore with pride, were a clear sign of the lack of fear she had when it came to hand-to-hand. And so she let him do, for she knew she was putting him through pain, guiding him through the darkness, scratching him with thorns.

“Your heart is in my hands,” she whispered through his hair and his grip on her body tightened even more. “But you can take it back. I’ve never asked for it.”

Roan bit down on her skin, his fingers digging into her scarred back. “What if I don’t want to?” he asked, licking away the blood escaping the wound he had created. Her blood in his mouth tasted like the milk of the Gods. It gave his tongue a tickling sensation and it reminded him how she had turned him to the dark side, how he enjoyed doing that to her, to feel her in his mouth, poisoning his brain.

She had hissed in pain, the same sound snakes make left her mouth. She sat back on her heels, staring at him. His index finger rose to touch the mark he had just given her and she smacked it away. Her gaze fell on the blood trickling down her breast and he knew how much that was arousing her. Her fingers touched that dark red, almost black, trembling line of blood before bringing them to her mouth. She stared at him while sucking at her fingers, tasting her own blood.

The look she gave him sent shivers down his back and he couldn’t fight his hands from trembling.

What had she done to him?

What kind of bloody spell was he under?

Before he could even think of finding an answer to those questions, she lunged forward. Her hands were around his neck and her lips on his, pushing, bruising, her tongue drew the silhouette of his lips. He opened up to kiss her back, but she bit down on his lower lip and tugged hard, drawing blood.

“What the fuck?” he groaned, touching his hurting lip, the stinging taste of his own blood invading his mouth.

Y/N smiled and Roan saw blood on her teeth. “Payback,” she chuckled and she scratched his neck with her nails. “I want you to lay down,” she quietly said, her hands leaving him free.

Roan couldn’t order his brain to ignore her words. As soon as her wish had left her blood-stained lips, he felt the muscle in his back contract and soon his head was laying on the ground. That girl had done something to him, some black magic shit, because he wasn’t himself when he was around her. When he was with her he wasn’t a prince and not even Roan. He was someone else, someone new, someone alien.

She grabbed one of his daggers from the pile of his weapons and came back to him, smirking devilishly.

“What the-”

“Don’t worry, I won’t harm you,” she smiled, leaning down to kiss him under his ear, the blade of the dagger cooling the skin of his shoulder. His erection brushing against her thigh made him feel ashamed for the way she made him feel every time. “At least, not dangerously,” and she smirked, sitting on his lap and staring at the blade.

“What if I don’t want this?” Roan asked, staring at his dagger. His breath was running wild while his body kept being still.

“I told you, Roan,” and she lightly brushed the blade of the dagger against his cheek. “You can leave whenever you want. You can stop me whenever you want.”

The prince swallowed hard under her stormy gaze. Her hips were gently rocking against him and his mind couldn’t work straight. Part of him fought with the words coming out of his mouth because part of him wanted to take that risk, part of him wanted to see where all that shit would go, part of him wanted his blood in her mouth and her blood in his own. But the most rational part of his brain prevailed.

“Stop this,” he ordered, his hands running up to grab her wrists.

She smirked. “What? Is someone scared to get hurt?” Her eyes were laughing at him, harmless under her body. “Just a little cut? Please?” she begged him.

His eyes bore into hers, his hands still around her wrists. He could use a little more strength to stop her, but part of him – that same part that only wanted to obey to her orders – wouldn’t let him.

“Oh, come on! Have some fun, mighty Roan of Azgeda!” she exclaimed and he couldn’t understand whether she was mocking him. “You bit me, don’t you think I deserve a little revenge?”

Roan gulped. The pressure of her body against his hard cock was fogging up his mind. His heart beat furiously against his ribcage, almost hurting him. “You bit me too. You had your revenge.”

Y/N huffed. “You’re so boring sometimes.”

They stared at each other for minutes before she started to rock her hips again. The smirk on her face clearly told him that she was going to have it her way, whether he wanted it or not. The look in her eyes… well, it screamed only one thing: he was going to surrender one way or another. His heart was in her hands and in that moment more than ever they both knew how much truth was in those words.

Roan sighed. “You have one cut – make it your best one,” he groaned, grounding his hips against her in one hard movement.

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