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sugamehhq · 3 months

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His Angel (Johnshi)

Quick things before you indulge;

This is an au I've started working on where these characters are placed in a world of demons and angels. For this specific story part, a process known as "marking" or "claiming" is done.

In the realm of demons and angels there are rankings. The higher your rank, the more privileged you are. Anyone who falls in the 7-12 range are not lucky people. The only way to climb in the ranks is either by someone above you dies, or by a higher up claiming you as their own (with consent). The marking/claiming process can never be done without consent. An action of consent is required to begin the process.

In Johnny's case, he was born a rank 12. Being a rank 12 means he's been treated poorly most of his life. Of which leads me to say CW/TW for mentions of Sexual Harassment/Sexual Assault. Please stay safe!

(Art is included at the end for visuals :] )

“Remind me why you’re here again,” Johnny stated, avoiding Kenshi’s gaze.

The demon was a little confused by the sudden request, but complied, “I wanted to spend time with you.”

“Right,” the angel fidgeted with his fingers, “and why is that?”

Kenshi sighed, “I’ve told you already. I enjoy your company, you’re comforting to be around.”

He paused before asking a question, “Do you not enjoy our time together?”

The angel’s brows furrowed as he searched for an answer.

“Would you prefer I leave?”

“No,” Johnny replied quickly, “I’m just confused is all.”

Kenshi raised an eyebrow before placing himself by the angel’s side. His hand gently took Johnny’s, the other’s small wings moving to cover his face.

“If I may ask,” the demon spoke softly, “what’s confusing you?”

Johnny hesitated, his hand accepting the demon’s touch while he thought how to word his concern.

“Who told you about me?”

His voice was gentle, but rough enough to get the point across. He felt this wasn’t genuine. That Kenshi was sent to keep watch over him for something worse, that there were no real feelings. The fear in his mind was making it hard to see the truth. Johnny was aware there was some connection. The demon had spent months visiting, doing everything he could to protect his lower rank self, showing him respect, bringing him gifts, and yet there was still the strong feeling of it being too good to be true.

“I’m not sure I’m following.”

“If you’re just here to use my body for satisfaction, then use me. There’s no need to butter me up for months if that’s all you want.”

Kenshi’s heart hurt knowing that thought has been stuck in the other’s mind for months, yet all he could do was repeat the same thing over and over, hoping one of these days it would get through that horrid road block in the angel’s mind. He found himself standing in front of Johnny, gently pulling his feathers from his face, revealing an expression of fear yet acceptance.

“Starlight, look at me,” the demon placed his hand against the other’s cheek, “there’s no need to be afraid of me.”

Johnny’s lower lip twitched as he fought back tears.

“You know that, and I know you’ve been through a lot, but please don’t be afraid of me,” Kenshi wiped the singular tear that fell, “I’d rather die than ever think of hurting you in such ways.”

The angel’s hand shakily met the demon’s wrist. His eyes closed, allowing the tears to fall.

So Kenshi continued, “A close friend of mine told me about you, how you’re a good person, that you don’t deserve what you’ve been through, so I came to see for myself. I started spending more time here than in my own territory. It occurred to me that you really are something special.”

The demon hesitated, his words feeling way too corny for himself, but he chose to keep speaking his mind.

“I grew fond of you. I’ve wanted nothing more than to bring you up from this hellhole, not only because it’s the right thing to do, but because I truly fell in love with you, and I want you to see that. So, over the last few months, I’ve tried my best to prove myself to you. I’ve brought you things I thought you’d enjoy. I respect your wishes. I avoided anything you disliked. I wanted to make you feel safe and give you a safe space. I’ve grown territorial of you. I want to protect you. I-”

The demon’s mind went blank. He had so much more to say, but couldn’t figure out how to word it. It sunk in that he admitted to the fact of wanting to claim the angel, take him as his lover. His mouth hung open, slight nerves settling in his gut as he waited for a slap in the face, assuming the angel would think he was crazy.

How many people have told him the same thing, only to turn around and hurt him for no reason at all? What he did just now, he was probably no better than the other disgusting demons that tried to get a taste of Johnny.

A laugh entered the air, a song the demon would kill for just to hear again.

“You’re so blunt,” Johnny laughed.

Kenshi’s face relaxed, assuming he didn’t mess up his words.

“Not blunt, honest.”

Johnny pulled Kenshi’s hand away from his face, squeezing it in his other hand. He admired the claws of the demon, the color of his skin, how rough yet soft his touch felt, the jewelry that adorned his arm. His eyes trailed up to his shoulder, chest, opposite arm, back to his chest, to his feet, and finally up to his blindfolded eyes. Kenshi stood still, his posture stiff in fear he was presenting himself wrong, which earned another laugh out of the angel.

“You’re trying too hard for someone like me,” Johnny smiled, wondering what his eyes looked like under the cloth.

“I beg to differ,” Kenshi sighed while relaxing his shoulders.

Johnny continued to laugh at the demon. Even if it was to make fun of him, Kenshi enjoyed the sound.

“So, run that by me again,” Johnny spoke, “what’s this about love?”

The demon’s tail twitched nervously, but he obeyed, “I said I fell in love with you.”

“Right,” the angel leaned closer to the other, his voice softening, “and what did you say you wanted to do?”

“Bring you up from this hellhole,” Kenshi replied automatically.

Johnny smiled, taking in Kenshi’s features once more.

He really did love this demon. So why should he feel guilty about this? Kenshi himself just stated he loves him, but that word doesn’t mean anything when you’ve been told all your life how loved and beautiful you are, only to be used and thrown around like a damn toy.

Even still, Johnny followed his heart. The angel planted a soft kiss on the demon’s cheek. A silent way of inviting the demon into his heart.

Kenshi was hesitant, his heart grew louder, his tail swishing slowly behind him. Was he really allowing him into his life? Was all his hard work finally paying off?

“Johnny,” Kenshi whispered in awe.

“Yes?”

“Are you sure?”

The angel froze. Did he mess something up?

“I-I mean are you okay with me. Are you sure you’re okay with it being me?”

“Kenshi,” the angel placed another kiss on his face, “I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”

The demon’s lips broke into a smile, his heart pounded in his ears. He could only imagine how stupid he looked at that moment. His head fell against Johnny’s shoulder, his arms embracing him.

“You do know it’ll hurt like hell, right?”

Johnny sighed, “I’m sure I’ve felt worse.”

Kenshi cringed at the statement. Both for what it implied as well as the idea Johnny might be overlooking how painful a marking for them would be. Regardless, if Johnny was okay with it then he’d gladly deliver.

The demon lifted his head, taking the angel’s face in his palms. His lips found the other’s, testing the waters. He gave Johnny the opportunity to back out, but the angel returned the kiss.

His left hand gently trailed its way down to Johnny’s right hip, where his initial “12” mark was exposed. As if staged, Johnny’s left hand found its way to Kenshi’s exposed back, his finger tips grazing over the demon’s “3” mark. With a consenting kiss and connected marks, their palms began to glow, signaling the start of the marking process.

The two stood together, hands grasping at each other’s marks. It took about a minute for the pain to creep into the angel’s muscles. A burning sensation ran down his thigh to his knee. While Kenshi remained unphased, Johnny’s leg started to shake lightly.

Pulling away from the kiss, he rested his head against Kenshi’s shoulder, a hesitant growl resonated from his throat in response to the pain. As another agonizing minute passed, his knee started to give out, the only thing keeping him from falling over being Kenshi’s hold on his hip.

“Use your other hand,” Kenshi spoke, his voice ever so slightly shaking, “you can hold my arm.”

Without thinking, Johnny did as told, his right hand finding Kenshi’s upper arm. His fingers dug into the underside of his arm. The pain from his hip spread to his side creating a combined feeling of a horrific side stitch alongside a massive leg cramp.

In an attempt to mask the pain for the other, Kenshi returned to his prior position in providing a kiss. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for Johnny to pull away again. He tried to speak, but the pain took his breath away, though Kenshi could tell what he was trying to say.

“You’re alright,” Kenshi sighed in an attempt to combat his own aches, “I’ve got you.”

The angel rested his forehead against the demon’s in an attempt for comfort. Having been in immense pain for about three minutes, all he could do was stand there and listen to the other’s calming words until the pain subsided.

After an agonizing four and a half minutes, the pain started to dissipate. Johnny’s body collapsed on itself, all his energy had been used connecting his energy to Kenshi’s. The demon’s hands immediately moved to embrace the other, guiding him to the ground safely. While the process was draining for both of them, it wasn’t nearly as bad for Kenshi as it was for Johnny.

The angel struggled to keep his eyes open, fatigue catching up with him almost instantly. As his eyes closed, Kenshi laid him on the ground comfortably so he could rest.

As much as Kenshi would’ve loved to take a nap as well, he dedicated himself to staying by his partner’s side, keeping watch for any suspicious higher ups. Fatigue wouldn’t stop him from protecting the angel at all costs.

As the angel opened his eyes, he felt disoriented, like his world was on a tilt. He blinked a few times trying to take in his surroundings, to understand where he was and what happened. He felt a sense of fear being unsure of where he was or who was around him, but that slowly ceased as his mind registered the gentle messaging of his hip.

Kenshi had found himself instinctively brushing over the mark on Johnny’s hip, a way of comforting the other. He wasn’t sure how much it actually helped, but he did it anyway. The demon waited for a bit to eventually speak.

“How do you feel?”

Johnny hummed in response, still tired.

“Is this helping?”

The angel nodded, the comfort he felt from the other’s touch kept him from seeing the world upside down. Kenshi huffed in response, acknowledging the silent request to keep at it.

As Johnny slipped in and out of sleep, Kenshi grew tired. He too wanted to rest from prior events. The next time Johnny opened his eyes, Kenshi asked if he could move them to somewhere more secluded.

“Can you stand?” Kenshi asked while helping the other sit up.

“Mm, doubt it,” Johnny shook his head, barely able to lift himself up from the ground originally.

It was a little worrying the effect marking the angel had, but Kenshi pushed his concern aside in favor of picking the other up. He lifted Johnny into his arms, noticing his leg was still stiff, he quickly moved to somewhere more hidden, somewhere that he wouldn’t have to worry about anything happening to his angel.

It didn’t take long for the demon to join the other on the ground. Without any sort of bed, the floor was just barely tolerable, but for a fatigued pair such as them, it was the comfiest thing in the world.

Having been newly bonded, Johnny joining Kenshi in being a rank 3, the two settled for cuddling each other for a while. They’ll save rank discussion and their future for a later date.

Right now, the only thing that mattered was the fact that Kenshi’s goal was met. He had saved him.

His angel.

Some extra details to think about:

Markings hurt for every pair that consents to one. For Johnshi their marking is the most painful one of the list of character's I have.

Pain of markings is basically like a cramp in your muscle.

Receivers' markings can be found in three places: Their hip, cheeks, or their necks.

Givers markings can be found in three places: Their back, chest, or stomach.

Markings are extremely draining, specifically if the rank distance is large like Johnshi's was. (Johnny had to sit through four and a half minutes of burning pain as his mark switched through the nine stages of ranks before ending at Kenshi's rank 3.)

When bonded with another being, your energies are tied to one another. You can feel what the other feels, comfort them by touching their mark, and overall, just feel closer to your other half.

Angels and Demons all have three types: Angels can have white wings, brown wings, or black wings. Demons can have spiked wings, pinched wings, or rounded wings. (There's more to this, but I don't want to make this too long.) Johnny is a lower-ranking brown wing while Kenshi is a higher-ranking spiked wing.

Ranks also determines the kind of jewelry a person would own. Kenshi's on the higher end, so he possesses golds. Johnny originally being the lowest rank of 12, he possessed bronze.

Kenshi's whole goal in this au was to bring Johnny up from a rank 12 to a rank 3 to keep him safe, of which clearly, he won.

Here's some art to give you an idea of what this looks like :))

@s-icarus-hofmann designed their outfits ! Everyone thank them for the help :))

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 3 months

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Guilt

Sullivan could only stare at the empty throne in silence. It had been empty for such a long time now. Why did he keep clinging?

Everyone was starting to get restless from it. Wanting a change. Yet he wanted everything to remain as it was.

◇It is expected. An oath by blood to hold the throne. And the starlight passes overhead, fuels all the skills I've honed.◇

If Derkila was no longer the demon king, then you no longer had a reason to stay. Your contract with the demon king was tied to that throne.

◇I am a guardian, a watcher of these ancient rights. Yet I find myself drawn from that path on those dazzling moonlit nights◇

You were the demon kings subordinate, not his. You hadn't budged on that statement at all since he disappeared. Normally, when an aleph like yourself was so defiant, there would be punishment.

But this was you. The sweet aleph who he and Derkila often stayed with. A loyal servant to a fault. A prideful demon who would not accept a new master. Even if it was Sullivan.

◇Let me hold you, keep you close to me, I long to hear your voice.◇

So he made you stay. Bound to that throne where you couldn't leave. Permanently stuck till a new king is crowned.

You silently glare at him from your place beside it. Maybe this is why Derkila said he would never become demon king. Because he had done such an awful thing to you through his own Greed.

Cause he had the nerve to call that love. To make excuses and claim it was for protection. It had been so long since you last spoke to him.

◇But dearest, I know better now. I must give you this choice.◇

Your tail flicked in irritation, as it always did when you saw him now. Gone were the days of grinning fangs and wagging tails. He had lost that privilege.

◇I can give you everything you need or do you want to hear me plead? Just look my way. Just look my way~◇

You looked away from him, obviously disgusted. You were the one who knew him the longest after all. More than anyone else. You couldn't stand the sight of him anymore.

◇Is there something more that I don't know? That you won't say till we've both grown cold.◇

You couldn't stand the groveling. Or the threats. You could stand being in the same place for endless nights. You would never accept his love. Not like you once had.

◇Just say "please stay" look my way~◇

Why... why did he have to be so jealous? Jealous of a demon who was no longer here. Why did he do this? Forcing you into submission here of all places.

When you had been bright and free when Derkila was here. Far happier without the slender demons interference. So why? Why did he bind you...

◇This unspoken contract. A deed we formed for mutual gain. If that's all this was when you're not here, what is this rooted pain?◇

Little imp, darling demon. Temping lover... such warm affections left behind. Your eyes are full of malice. Where did he go wrong?

What had possessed him to keep you here? You couldn't even fight back. You were an aleph. He can overpower you with a single finger.

You certainly couldn't dispose of his magic. The magical chains that keep you bound and unable to leave.

◇I don't care that you're of lower station or primed to state my dark temptations. Why can't you understand? Let me explain~◇

He had tried thousands of times... but nothing came out right. There was no proper justification for his actions. Any excuses were shoved to the side with a venomous stare.

Was your past feelings not there in the first place? Had it all been in his head? It had been so long since he had seen your genuine smile that he didn't know anymore.

◇I'm terrified as I try to make these feelings true. What's left for me and my broken heart if I can not have you?◇

Everyone was slowly leaving him. Time after time he was constantly left. So... he couldn't have you do the same. Or so he thought.

◇Unless it's me. And not matter what in this world I could give, it's not enough to get past the walls you conjured up to live.◇

You had been a charming demon it was true. But you had walls that even Derkila hadn't been able to break. So why did Sullivan think he had a chance?

You who were sensitive about ranks and were constantly belittled by others for being deemed weak. Truthfully, you were always the stronger one emotionally. Never letting your thoughts run wild.

But Sullivan had ruined that, too, hadn't he? Leaving you alone for so long. Him being your only company. Shutting you out from the rest of the world so much so that you had been forgotten by many others.

◇Is this how you feel? Scorned by a relem that can not comprehend what you are. So I'll grant you this mercy. This bind on our souls needs to end.◇

The click is the only sound in the room. It makes your ears twitch and your tail stiffen as you glance down. He had removed the chains.

Your eyes meet. Curiosity filled your features, but you didn't say anything. Just waiting for the catch you thought was coming.

But the older demon said nothing. Merely turned around and left. Leaving the door wide open behind him.

◇I will try to make amends for making you a means to an end. So look my way~ Please look my way~◇

He hears your wings flap. He truly believes it's over now. You must have run off. To get far away from him. To snatch your newfound freedom.

◇If there's something more that I don't know, I'll save us both before we grow cold.◇

A pair of arms wrap around him, and he's stunned. Your face pressed into his back. Your smaller body clining to his tall frame. You whisper softly.

☆Just look my way☆

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #sullivan x reader #lord sullivan

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bookishfeylin · 1 year

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What do you think about the whole “Tamlin was in love with the idea of Feyre” ?

I don’t really understand it tbh and I’d like to hear your thoughts.

Also here’s a kiss 😽 I hope you’re having a fantastic day.

Thank you love!

So I feel like I have to explain what that means first before fully debunking it. In short, THAT SIDE of the fandom feels that Tamlin loves a version of Feyre that wants to be coddled and taken care of and protected and provided for--aka a version of Feyre who no longer exists in ACOMAF--hence why he cannot stand and adjust to her change post-UTM when she suddenly wants a more adventurous life. Feyre herself thinks this in ACOMAF, mentioning that Tamlin being a provider+protector suited "who she was before" but not who she is now, which according to her is (one of the many reasons) why they were incompatible:

“I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that—maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who—what I am now.” (ACOMAF Chapter 15)

This idea, that Feyre just wants a soft life essentially where she can relax and not be burdened with being the caregiver and even be taken care of herself, where she can be given kindness and safety, is also alluded to in book one:

Sometimes I would even indulge in envisioning a day when my sisters were married and it was only me and Father, with enough food to go around, enough money to buy some paint, and enough time to put those colors and shapes down on paper or canvas or the cottage walls. (ACOTAR Chapter 1)

[Tamlin] came a step closer, as if forcibly leaving behind the dark, sad stain of what had happened to Lucien, and the starlight danced in his eyes as he said, “What would be enough to make you happy?” I blushed from my neck to the top of my head. “I—I don’t know.” It was true—I’d never given that sort of thing any thought beyond getting my sisters safely married off and having enough food for me and my father, and time to learn to paint. (ACOTAR Chapter 18)

[Tamlin] was quiet as we turned down another sun-drenched marble hallway, and I dared to look at him. I found him carefully studying me, his lips in a thin line. “Has anyone ever taken care of you?” he asked quietly. “No.” I’d long since stopped feeling sorry for myself about it. (ACOTAR Chapter 12)

So Feyre does want a quieter life where she can focus on herself rather than being busy caring for other people, and Tamlin feels pity for her that she can't get that life, indicating there is some basis for the fandom's idea. But there are several problems with this per canon itself, the first being that no, Feyre did not fall in love for the "first creature" who was kind to her. If that were true, then she would've fallen in love with Isaac Hale first, not Tamlin. The second reason is that this is not why Tamlin fell in love with Feyre? Like he explicitly did not fall for her because he saw a dainty feminine object he could protect and provide for. Aside from Feyre spending 90% of their romance wearing pants and plotting, scheming, and running around planting snares, stealing knives and shit... That's not why Tamlin falls for Feyre.

“I wonder if your family realizes it,” he murmured. “That everything you’ve done wasn’t about that promise to your mother, or for your sake, but for theirs.” I said nothing, not trusting my voice to keep my shame hidden. “I know—I know that when I said it earlier, it didn’t come out well, but I could help you write—” “Leave me alone,” I said. I was almost through the door when I ran into someone—into him. I stumbled back a step. I’d forgotten how fast he was. “I’m not insulting you.” His quiet voice made it all the worse. “I don’t need your help.” “Clearly not,” he said with a half smile. But the smile faded. “A human who can take down a faerie in a wolf’s skin, who ensnared the Suriel and killed two naga on her own…” He choked on a laugh, and shook his head. The firelight danced along his mask. “They’re fools. Fools for not seeing it." (ACOTAR Chapter 16)

“I never knew,” Tamlin said from behind me, “that humans were capable of …” He trailed off as I turned, the hand I’d put on my throat sliding down to my chest, where my heart roared with a fierce sort of joy and grief and overwhelming humility—humility before that magnificent art. (ACOTAR Chapter 19)

Tamlin is impressed by her overall badassery and her willingness to self-sacrifice per quote 1 and per quote 2 he loved her artistic soul. And most importantly:

He picked up the small painting of the frozen forest and examined it again. “I’ve had many lovers,” he admitted. “Females of noble birth, warriors, princesses …” Rage hit me, low and deep in the gut at the thought of them—rage at their titles, their undoubtedly good looks, at their closeness to him. “But they never understood. What it was like, what it is like, for me to care for my people, my lands. What scars are still there, what the bad days feel like.” That wrathful jealousy faded away like morning dew as he smiled at my painting. “This reminds me of it.” "Of what?" I breathed. He lowered the painting, looking right at me, right into me. "That I'm not alone." (ACOTAR Chapter 22)

He loves her because she also understands the burden of responsibility in a way few others do, that he's not alone in that feeling.

And we get this quote:

Faintly, echoing into my world of slumber, he spoke again, his breath caressing my ear. “You’re exactly as I dreamed you’d be, too.” Darkness swallowed everything. (ACOTAR Chapter 23)

I also have a lot of feelings about what that quote means because WE NEVER GET AN EXPLANATION FOR TAMLIN DREAMING ABOUT FEYRE. So apparently Feyre's aforementioned snare planting and knife stealing and scheming to escape and constantly disobeying things he asks her to do to stay safe and whatnot does not manage to dissuade Tamlin from finding her attractive! Not at all, actually, in fact she's ~the girl of his dreams~ And:

“I love you,” he whispered, and kissed my brow. “Thorns and all.” (ACOTAR Chapter 27)

Idk y'all I don't think "I love you thorns and all" means "I only love you if you fulfill my fantasies of being a perfect obedient housewife despite there being 0 evidence of you displaying any remotely housewife-like tendencies, least of all being obedient" but that's just me. That quote is... incredibly significant but I've seen the larger fandom mostly ignore it like they ignore the rest of book one.

I guess what I'm trying to say is: book 1 Feyre is cool and does some wild shit and Tamlin sees her doing wild shit and is like "yep. That's the one for me. My dream gal <3" and ignoring this to push forward a "Tamlin never loved the real Feyre" narrative ignores what Feyre was actually like when Tamlin fell in love with her in the first place and what they actually bonded over.

#ask #acotar #acotar quotes #feylin #pro feylin #feyre x tamlin #tamlin x feyre #feyre archeron #tamlin #anti acomaf

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cosmicjoke · 1 year

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“I’ve ranted myself into a little corner. I know why I resent him so, and find it so soothing to hammer at his reputation, to beat upon his immensity with both my fists.

He has taught me too much. He has brought me to this very moment, here, where I stand dictating to you my past with a coherence and calm that would have been impossible before I cam to his assistance with his precious Memnoch the Devil and his vulnerable little Dora.

Two hundred years ago he stripped me of illusions, lies, excuses, and thrust me on the Paris pavements naked to find my way back to a glory in the starlight that I had once known and too painfully lost.

... and I hate him only because I cannot imagine my soul without him now, and, owing him all that I am and know, I can do nothing to make him wake from his frigid sleep.”

Oof, this part. Coming off of Armand’s bitter and, at moments, petty criticisms of Lestat, accusing him of blowing his own pain and tragedies out of proportion, accusing him of making grand adventures out of “capers” as he calls them, etc... this part is all the more powerful, because it’s what’s actually there, underneath that bitterness and anger. He’s upset because Lestat is hurt, he’s fallen into a coma which Armand himself can’t rouse him from, trapped in his own mind, mentally and emotionally destroyed, and Armand can do nothing to help, and it’s that, more than anything I think, which caused Armand to lash out and rag on Lestat so much, before he finally broke under the misery of what he was actually feeling, and simply confesses to it here. That Lestat, for all the pain and anguish between them, gave Armand his life back, the very one which he had stolen from him five hundred years earlier, and in giving him back that life, shaped who Armand now is and was able to become again. Armand realizes and confesses here that without Lestat, he wouldn’t even be here, telling this story, and that he wouldn’t be the person he is now. And of course, you understand how that kind of reliance, that kind of dependence could lead to resentment and even hate. But Armand cares so much about Lestat, and loves him. And I think Armand’s anger here comes from the fact that he knows he owes Lestat the life he now has, and more than resentment towards Lestat for that, he’s anguished that in this moment of need, in this moment of Lestat needing help, Armand can do nothing.

There’s all these moments which really drive this home

“What good is it to go back down now to the chapel here and lay my hands on him again and beg him to listen to me, when he lies as though all sense has truly left him and will never return.

I can’t accept this. I won’t. I’ve lost all patience; I’ve lost the numbness that was my consolation. I find this moment intolerable-”

Or this, when speaking about how he hadn’t pitied Lestat when he’d come to him in Paris a hundred years before, seeking his help, but after the ordeal with Memnoch, he says

“But what I’d seen now was a devastation of the soul in his anguished face, and the vision of the one blue eye, shining so vividly in his streaked and wretched face, had been unbearable.”

There’s a sense here, I think, of guilt in Armand. This awful feeling that he didn’t help Lestat in the past, when he needed his help, and he can’t help Lestat now either, when he wants so much to.

I feel like this is, in part, supported by this sense in Armand of being unlovable, or undeserving of love, rather. This guilt he feels over not being able to help Lestat sort of affirming for him a sense of worthlessness in him. He says here

“I felt so sad for Lestat that he had bothered to wee for me...”

Which tells me that Armand doesn’t think his supposed death is worth anyone crying over, which, again, the parallels to Lestat are heartbreaking and remarkable I think. These two really are so much alike.

And then of course, there’s the topper to all this, the true reveal of Armand’s feelings regarding Lestat, when he overhears Marius and Santino talking about him, and realizes that Lestat has fallen mad, and that if he can’t come back to his right mind, Maharet plans to kill him

“Lestat, my Lestat- for he was never theirs, was he?- my Lestat was crazed and railing as the result of his awful saga, and held prisoner by the very oldest of our kind on the final decree that if he did not cease to disturb the peace, which meant of course our secrecy, he would be destroyed, as only the oldest could accomplish, and no one could plead for him on any account.

No, this could not happen! I writhed and twisted. The pain sent its shocks through me, red and violet and pulsing with orange light. I hadn’t seen such colors since I’d fallen. My mind was coming back, and coming back for what? Lestat to be destroyed! Lestat imprisoned, as I had once been centuries ago under Rome in Santino’s catacombs. Oh, God, this is worse than the sun’s fire, this is worse than seeing that bastard brother strike the little plum-cheeked face of Sybelle and knock her away from her piano, this is murderous rage I feel.”

I mean, damn, Armand’s love for Lestat here shines through so powerfully. The horror he feels at the thought of Lestat being destroyed, of him being imprisoned the way he had once been, how it’s that and that alone which really snaps Armand out of his resigned state of lying there, waiting to die, says it all. It also shows Armand’s own growth, his own realization, I think, about his feelings for Lestat. Where once he imprisoned and tortured Lestat himself, the very thought of it happening to Lestat now is enough to give Armand the will to fight for his own life, to give him the anger he needs to fight. That’s incredibly powerful and deeply moving, I think. And then just him calling Lestat “My Lestat” and saying he was never really Marius’, or any of the others who have laid claim to his life, that alone speaks to the depth of their history together, and how much they actually mean to each other.

#The Vampire Armand #Armand #Lestat De Lioncourt

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ouatnextgen · 8 months

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Curious Archer/ Mad Archer Ship Headcanons

One of two canon Next Gen ships, Alice Swan-Jones and Robyn Hood/Mills!

These two were one of the only things I liked about S7. Initially, I wasn't going to have Alice here at all, since I took the multiverse out of my re-write, but I love her waaaay too much to cut her out.

Tropes: True Love || Hopeless flirts || Fairytale romance || Love at first sight || The grumpy one falls for the sunshine one || Protective Couple

Songs: Dead Sea- The Lumineers || Mess is Mine- Vance Joy || Yellow- Coldplay || Still Into You- Paramore || Love Me Like You Do- Ellie Goulding || All of Me- John Legend

Headcanons Under the Cut: (Changes from canon) (Also keep in mind I changed Alice's parents to Killian and Emma in this AU)

Since both girls are teenagers in this AU, their relationship is going to have a different dynamic than in canon when they are both adults. I just wanted to make it clear that I’m not trying to infantilize Alice due to her mental illness or time stuck in the tower, but because she and Robyn are still teens, and it’s only been a year since Alice escaped her tower.

They met a year after Alice escaped from her tower. Since they had Snowing’s “I caught you in a net” meeting in canon, I gave them the “smacked you with a rock” meeting for this AU.

Alice ended up in Storybrooke, trying to find her lost family. Robyn saw her and thought she was a spy, chasing her down and tackling her in the woods. Robyn was surprised that she was a (pretty) girl, and Alice wacks her with a tree branch to escape. True love, baby.

After everything settles, they do a formal introduction: “I’m Robyn Hood. The new Robin Hood, anyway. The old one was my dad.” “New Robin…so Nobyn Hood?” “...no.”

Robyn was a goner from minute one. Unfortunately, she can’t flirt for shit. Alice, on the other hand, flirts by just being herself, which makes Robyn incredibly flustered, which makes her flirting worse, and on the cycle goes.

Alice knows that Robyn likes her, but she finds herself being cautious about growing close to anyone, not wanting her “bad days” to ruin any relationships she might have in Storybrooke.

Once Alice gets settled at Storybrooke High, Robyn takes it upon herself to show her the ropes and protect her from any perceived slight. Faces have, and will be, punched.

Everything is slow for them, as Alice has never been in a relationship (of any kind), and Robyn is trying reeeeeally hard not to fuck this up.

Robyn calls Alice “Tower Girl,” “Lovely,” and “Starlight,” because she’s a sap. Alice calls Robyn “Nobin,” “Yobin (Robyn with a ‘Y’),” and “Love,” because she is also a sap.

The first time Alice has a “bad day” in front of Robyn, she freaks out and thinks that Robyn will think she’s a psycho and leave. Instead, Robyn talks with Alice and comes up with plans to help her during her “bad days,” and episodes.

Alice has dragged Robyn out of bed to go stargazing with her more than once. True to form, Robyn complains, but she won’t ever say no to Alice’s smile.

They practice their magic together, though Alice is much more gifted than Robyn. Robyn tries not to let that get to her.

Alice’s favorite activity is to watch Robyn do archery. She loves how focused and passionate she gets.

Robyn’s never been all that touchy-feely, but Alice is touch starved from being alone in a tower since she was twelve. Robyn suddenly becomes VERY touchy-feely. With Alice, at least.

Robyn has previously dated Alex Boyd, before they came out as aroace, but that ended real quick, much to Robyn’s heartbreak. Alice hasn’t dated anyone, but during her time in Wonderland, developed a crush on Will and Anastasia’s daughter, Penny, which never went anywhere.

Both Robyn and Alice knew pretty early on that they were Not Straight. Robyn had a brief stint when she was considering she might be bisexual, but decided that lesbian fit her better. Alice just flat-out knew she liked girls when she accidentally conjured some non-heterosexual romance books while trapped in her tower.

Zelena, Regina, and Emma (and Robin, when he comes back to life) all ship the heck out of them. Killian, old fashioned man that he is, is concerned, but comes around eventually.

#ouat next generation #ouat next gen #curious archer #mad archer #alice jones #robyn hood #robyn mills #robin mills #robin hood ii #the next gen verse #the season 7 rewrite #alice swan jones

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fckmini · 1 year

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Sorry for the delay, I got visitors over :D

So, maybe you could write a beautiful friendship piece about Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli.

Specifically how they might have felt lonely at times amongst their own people and how comforting their friendship is to them?

Lots of love

Together - Aragorn x Legolas x Gimli - platonic hurt/comfort

I’m sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy it @i-did-not-mean-to :)

Please send any more requests that you have!!

Aragorn x Legolas x Gimli friendship hurt/comfort :)

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tw! mentions of death/ loss/ grief - before they found merry and pippin

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Only a splatter of stars provided a waning shimmer of light as inky darkness bled onto the canvas of the sky. The trio were huddled beneath this, their aching bodies encased in dewy grass. Their shoulders hunched beneath the heavy weight of their anguish. They basked in the alluring, crackling blaze of the fire, attempting to thaw the bitter cold that gnawed at them. Fond memories had begun to rot like festering wounds, tinged yellow with the sickening feeling of grief that plagued all three of them. A sinister silence and newfound emptiness haunted them, confronting them with all they had lost. Legolas, entranced by his own thoughts, leant into the tender caress of starlight.

"What troubles you, mellon nin?" Aragorn inquired softly, his gaze drawn to Legolas’ glossy eyes in the flickering light of the fire. A rare twist of fate had brought the three together for a purpose greater than themselves.

"I am afraid," the elf stated solemnly. The nauseating terror that writhed within Legolas was unlike anything he had experienced. They all felt it. It clawed at their hearts and crawled under their skin. It seeped into every waking moment.

"Aye, so am I." Gimli added gruffly. In solidarity, he gripped his friend's shoulder tightly. As the fire hissed, the three exchanged a silent grimace until Aragorn cleared his throat.

"We mustn't lose hope."

Hope, it lingered like a slivery petal of breath wilting in the frosty air. It seemed perverse, even laughable, in the face of such loss. They huddled closer, their backs towards the oppressive darkness. In quiet intimacy, Legolas bowed his head and softly broke the silence.

"My mother," he started, his voice wavering slightly, before looking up again at the opulent stars and meeting their heavenly gaze.

"She passed away when I was an elfling. My father never recovered, it severed his soul." He paused once more, weighing the words carefully and mulling them over on his tongue like sour sweets.

"I have never had anyone before as a prince, any true friends, I mean. I was always alone, and now I have never had more to lose." The tender confession hovered. Despite the young elfling’s blush being obscured by the rosy firelight, the truth was as naked as the flames before them and as apparent as the sting of the bitter wind on their cheeks: none of them were alone anymore.

Aragorn began softly, his voice roughened by emotion. "Mellon nin," he started.

"As a ranger, and as the... heir, I too have never had such dear friends. I have suffered many lonely nights and witnessed much loss. I thought I would've gotten used to this and would be ready to have such dear friends." The man gripped both of his companions by the arm, trying to meet their eyes, before closing his and whispering:

"I do not think I could lose either of you. I won’t."

"Aye," Gimli agreed thoughtfully, as he rubbed his coarse hands over his face, running his fingers through his auburn beard. The dwarf was well acquainted with the consuming pain of loneliness, being too young to join his father’s quest for Erebor and the only dwarf they’d met. Home survived only in his dreams, in the thunderous music, lavish feasts, and booming laughter that made his heart ache and his eyes glisten. Now, these two were all he had, his closest friends, his family.

"We shall remain together." He promised his companions vehemently, the impossible oath warming his heart. Under the tender ripples of moonlight and until the fresh, golden tide of dawn, they basked in the soft embrace of the fire, desperate to rekindle the hope that they had once found in the gleaming eyes and wide smiles of the hobbits, in Boromir’s careful hands, in Gandalf’s chuckle. There they sat, together, until their hopes were renewed in the rays of the morning sun and they dared to live and love again.

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heliads · 2 years

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Hello! I love your stories! Could i request a Peter Parker [T.A.S.M] x reader with the prompts number 12, 23, 27? Thank you so much if you do this 💕💕

thank you! tasm peter parker my beloved

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It is midnight in the city, and while it never sleeps, you don’t either.

It is midnight in the city, and you are up on the roof of some building too grand and too glorious for you to enter by foot. No self respecting doorman would ever let you in, but while you wear a mask and risk your life to keep it clean of thieves and crooks, they’ll let you rest on the top of it for now. Up here, you can tell things that you couldn’t see from the streets, like the fact that its newly bought, far too expensive roofing tiles are just a little crooked.

You don’t know that anyone else could see it were they not up here with you. It is good, then, that you have an audience. One more masked vigilante, one more sinner up here playacting at being a saint. You don’t know why either of you feel the need to protect this city, except perhaps the fact that it failed to protect you before you stopped being ordinary, and thus someone must account for it.

The wind whips at your face, sending ribbons of ice snaking up and down your spine. At some point, you stopped being afraid of security cameras picking up your expressions when you take off your mask while still in uniform.

Someone could be watching you now, reveling in the fact that they now know the key to New York’s favorite superheroes. Perhaps they’ll tell everyone they know, or better yet, harbor that secret and carry it with them to their graves. Perhaps you’ll hasten them to that fate if you slip up and fail to win every battle against every villain here.

A hand raises by your side, cradling your face gently. The touch blocks off a bit of the wind, although it isn’t the only reason you feel a rush of warmth circulating your system. There are few people who could claim to truly know Spider-Man, fewer still who have seen him without a mask and without a care in the world.

You are one of this lucky company. You met the web slinger a few months ago. It is true what they say, then, that deeds done by moonlight can tie two people together more than anything else. You spoke to Spider-Man one starry night, and now you could not be rid of him if you tried.

He’s taken his mask off too now, and you can see the way the wind whips at his hair. It bites a little back at his smile, making the expression all the more special now that he has to fight for it.

“What’s on your mind?” Peter Parker asks. His voice takes its time in getting to you, slipping between night breezes and beams of starlight until it finally reaches your ears.

You consider the question. “Nothing much.”

In truth, nothing at all. This would be the first time in what could be years that you’ve been host to such a wonderful fate. At any other time, you’d swear to be torn into a thousand different pieces as you try to address every single part of your life that needs healing.

There are test scores to be obsessed over, relationships to break and mend by turn, crimes to stop, and apocalypses to avoid. You knew life would never be easy when you received your inhuman abilities and put on a mask, but oh, if you haven’t proven yourself far more right than you ever imagined.

Peter knows this as well as you do, and he smiles slightly, tilting his head back to let the cool air rush over him. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to leave all of this behind? We could book a ticket on a plane, get so far away that they’d never find us again. No one trying to hunt us down. No one saying that we’re monsters.”

Your eyes flicker shut for a second as you picture it. An apartment on a road whose name you can’t pronounce because you don’t know it yet. Suitcases clutched in hands, half unpacked by the first night. Peering through the window together at a view utterly unfamiliar to you, although you could sense from that first sight alone that it would become more dear to you than any other.

Reality intrudes soon enough, as it always does. “You could never leave this city long enough to escape. Something would always call you back.”

It’s the reason both of you started at this superhero business in the first place. When you take too long a break, the guilt starts to eat you whole. Every problem is your fault in some way, for if you were there, you could have stopped everything, or you should have.

Peter nods, accepting this. “And what about you? I could hold down the fort while you took a break. Even seeing you for six months at a time would be okay if I knew you were safe and happy. I’ll wait for you. However long it takes.”

You shake your head resolutely. “I could never leave you.”

“Even if it meant you broke this cycle?” Peter asks, “Even if it meant you made it out? Not everyone gets that chance, you know. Not everybody makes it long enough to get that choice.”

You sit up, and Peter pulls you closer to him unconsciously so you’re sitting in his lap. The fabric of his suit is cold to the touch, and you wonder if it’s warmer when you’re the wearer, or if he is content to freeze so long as he keeps his identity safe and his skin free of bullets.

“I would choose you,” you whisper, “I would choose you over and over again, no matter what. Even if it means I follow you into death.”

Peter’s fingers toy with the edge of your sleeve, worrying from your life line to the crook of your elbow. “I wouldn’t want you to follow me into death. I’m selfish like that. You know, every time we go into a fight I have half a mind to tell you to stay at home, just in case something happens.”

A surprised laugh forces its way out of your throat before you know it. “Really? But then you’d be going into a trap without any backup. Surely you’d want someone there to keep you safe.”

“I always want you to keep me safe,” Peter assures you, “but only when I know that I get to keep you safe at the same time. This life– it’s dangerous, Y/N. I know you know that, but sometimes it hits me just how dangerous it is. You’re the only person that’s keeping me from sliding into darkness and never being able to claw out of it. You’re what keeps me sane, and I need you to realize that.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, his forehead, his lips. You don’t know when you decided you loved Peter Parker, but it has been one of the most irrevocable choices you ever made. Peter often declares that he has never, could never, will never love anyone like he loves you. There is a certain glory in knowing that both of you are burning each other out so brightly that there will never be a love like this again. No two young people could ever fight so hard for a peace that would never be theirs.

“I do realize it,” you smile, “and I need you, too. That’s why you’ll never be able to talk me out of fighting by your side, Peter. There’s no chance that I would ever let you go if I had the ability to save you.”

“And what happens when you save me at the cost of saving yourself?” Peter wonders, “I need you, Y/N. I am so terrified of losing you that I don’t even know what to do with myself. How do I put my pieces back together after something like this? Something like us?”

“You find a way,” you murmur, “you find a way, just like we always have. This life was not made for idle talk, Peter Parker. It was meant for people who know how to take a loss and keep running. That is who you have always been, and it is who you will always be. With or without me, you’ll be able to carry on.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, voice doubtful.

“I’m sure,” you confirm, and kiss him once more, just to prove it.

When you break away, Peter is pleased at last. The starlight in his eyes, once cold and heartbreaking, just looks clean. A blank slate, ready to receive the future that both of you are more than happy to write.

He grins, so delighted with the sight of you before him that he almost forgets about the rest of the city. You can hear the sounds of New York churning somewhere below you, a thousand different lives all beginning and ending in ways they’d never expect. Three floors down, someone is meeting a person they’ll never forget. Across the street, a goodbye so gut-wrenching it hurts to imagine is leaving the lips of someone who swore they’d never say a word that wasn’t happy, that wasn’t wonderful.

This is a terrible place for people who wish to live out their lives in quiet solitude or blissful peace. It welcomes only burning embers, quick-dying sparks of light who’ll make the place a little brighter before becoming one with the inferno. At some point, that will stop hurting. At some point, you’ll stop seeing it as something to avoid at all costs and just a fate that will be yours once Time has its way.

You say something to Peter above the chorus of all these lessons learned and mistakes made. You feel as if you have to shout to be heard against everything, but then again, when the wind finally carries your words over to Peter it could be nothing more than a whisper.

“You are the only person who has ever made me smile. The only person, Peter. You’re the only one I need.”

You can see the change in his expression as he breathes in the sentiment, how he lets himself get drunk on the sheer glory of it. There has never been anyone like him, and there never will be.

“You too,” he calls back, “Don’t you leave me too early, alright? Don’t you ever leave me.”

It’s a promise neither of you can make, yet you’ll ask the same thing of him too many times to count. At the end of the day, both of you are born to die, and whether that comes from bloody fights down in the darkened alleys or in a sterile, white-pressed hospital room, the fact remains. No two paths can go on side by side forever, even if you try to reroute the skies and stars to make that happen.

“I won’t,” you breathe, and it echoes off of the skyscrapers in an endless circle of beautiful lies told to beautiful boys. I won’t, I won’t, I will.

Peter leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. Up here, it’s just the two of you. The rest of the city can be forgotten at last, nothing more than a soundtrack to this very moment. You can breathe in and out with him in tandem. The ghost of his sigh against the cold air whistles around you, a halo in the dark. You have never needed anything more.

Overhead, the stars wheel in the distant inky black. They will bring sunlight soon enough, a dreadful morning dawn, clean and pure as bone. For now, you and Peter are content to hide away on this rooftop tonight, and pretend that nothing will ever come to tear the two of you apart. It may not come for years, or it will come in a matter of hours.

That is the dictation of a far away future, however, and are we not all condemned to pretend as if we can change our destinies? Two kids, bleeding out every night, saving a city that would leave them in unmarked graves if it could. Fate has never loved a couple more.

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rewriteverse · 2 years

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The war that took my light

Chapter 3: The Painter’s Dance

Flowey watches as Sans unwraps the food and sets the small plate of pancakes down before setting a small thermos down as well. He stares at the thermos and feels a familiar warmth coming from it.

"What's in there?" Sans smiles at Flowey with a cheeky smile and a small wink, one that Flowey hasn’t seen in a long time. Flowey knows that smile and his curiosity grows even more.

"sunlight."

Flowey's eyes widen almost cartoonishly. "Sunlight?! B-but! It's so expensive! A-And you haven’t made it for so long!" Then he drools a little before quickly wiping at his mouth. "And it tastes so good! How did you get it?! Did you make it?! Who's it for?!"

Sans only chuckles as he finishes and walks back to Flowey. He sits down and pulls out a smaller thermos from his sleeve and offers a sip to Flowey, who eagerly takes a sip and smiles, before drinking some for himself. He hums in delight before handing it back to Sans. Sans smiles and hums as he drinks some more.

"well, that my friend," He points to the one he set down on a rock-like table, "is some that I’ve had for a long time. however, unfortunately right now, i prefer the fresh sunlight no matter how good it gets as it ages." Flowey nods. Sans lays a hand on his robes, “and no. i didn’t make this one since that takes so much magic to purify it and the little one keeps taking my magic so i just need to keep my magic replenished.” Flowey nods again before shrugging.

"Eh. I've always liked the fresher sunlight." Sans chuckles and nods.

"yep. that's true, you always have, and i guess the kid does as well. mainly, the kid is the one who wants it more than me." Flowey nods with a soft understanding hum. “you always liked your sunlight from the berry garden, with roses and marigolds. as long as it has marigolds, you love it.” Sans chuckles as Flowey looks Sans dead in the sockets.

"You never told me why you put food here." Sans nods.

"right. alright, this is why…

around maybe… i want to say six human years ago. i was wondering the ruins just for fun. to see if there was a room i hadn't seen before."

"Hey, where was I?" Flowey pours and Sans shushes him.

"you were somewhere, I’m not sure where… maybe you were looking around or playing with Sirius. Anyways, as i was saying, i was looking for a room i hadn't seen before. so i walked around and found this small room. i looked around and found the view was gorgeous! You could see so much of our small, hurt, yet healing kingdom. it was so quiet as well, so i walked into this place. there was starlight, from the top just like now. do you see it? just like that, but at the same time, it was brighter. so, after finding this room, I kept it to myself at first. only coming to think or watch the kingdom by myself since I still hadn’t told anyone yet at that point. I would also eat here just when i needed time alone.”

“Is that just your way of saying you were lonely?”

“shut up. i’m telling a story right now. So one day, I went there to eat and draw. it was a beautiful day. so i was eating and drawing before my small jar of ink had spilled. i didn’t want to leave the ink there to stain the flowers, so i left to go and find something to clean it up. when I came back, the puddle had started to bubble. it startled me, and then a figure emerged from the ink. it was a skeleton, like me… i think. they took their form with different-looking clothes and shouted out.”

“‘Hello there! My name is Ink! And I have- huh?’ they look around in confusion, before stopping to look at the view. they let out a whistle as they stare out at the view. ‘Wow, so this is the new Au, but who called me?’ i didn’t know what to do, so i stayed hidden behind the pillar. that one, over there. they looked around and saw the strawberries i had brought with me from the garden. they took them and started eating them, even though i can be confident, i didn’t want to talk so i left as they wrote something on their scarf.” Sans stops for a moment as he rubs a soft circle over his robes. Flowey smiles before looking at Sans and then looking away.

“Can… Can I?” Flowey smiles nervously as Sans looks down at him again.

“Heh, sure buddy. come here.”

Sans moves Flowey’s pot into his lap. Flowey looks hesitantly back between Sans and his stomach before Sans chuckles. Sans slowly takes Flowey’s leaves before leading them to his stomach and letting Flowey gently rub a slow circle on his stomach over his robes. Flowey’s eyes light up in wonder when he feels the softest pulse of magic come in return. Sans smiles softly as he feels the small soul move closer to the leaves.

“they moved down from my soul to my stomach only three days ago.” Flowey gasps as he looks up.

“That means that it's almost time! Holy- how many know?” Sans freezes.

“only my love, Undyne, Alphys, my brothers, and you.” Flowey stops and looks up at Sans in worry.

“Leo. This is serious. If we are truly going to war, you need to tell Asgore. You can’t fight at all, you have a duty to the baby as a carrier. Let someone else take your spot on the front lines.”

Sans tears up in frustration and anger. Pregnancies, babies in general, are rare to come by. Only certain monsters can carry, and even then it's not easy to make sure that the baby stays. Sans is a special case. Flowey sighs as he remembers how Leo would do anything that was said to be rare or impossible. However, those who are carrying or nursing have to be protected. Sans should be in the capital. Not here.

“NO. I won’t. If I do, then Grillby will go and fight in my place. And I can’t lose him. Not only that, but I can handle it. I know my strengths and I can last the war and be okay.” Flowey purses his lips as he watches Sans start to cry before sighing. He’s too prideful, and too sensitive right now for me to talk to.

“Okay. Tell them when you’re ready.” Flowey uses his leaves to wipe Sans’s tears. “Please continue with the story.” Sans nods and holds Flowey’s pot close to him.

“right. right.” Sans takes a soft breath as he starts to pet Flowey’s petals. “okay, so the next day i went back. and there was a painting there. it was a beautiful painting, so i left some money there for it before taking it home. it was a painting of our kingdom. we hung it up in our house, i can’t wait for you to see it. i went the next day and saw a half-finished painting, so this time i brought food with me. I thought about how this skeleton had come and eaten what they found. so maybe they don’t come from this kingdom since i haven’t seen them before. so i made pancakes and some sunlight i made and that had aged as well. i packed it tightly to keep it warm and brought it back. i wasn’t sure how much to bring so i brought maybe 6 pancakes. i didn’t wait that time, and left as soon as i dropped it off.”

Sans smiles with a blush lighting his cheeks. “ the next time i went, there was a finished painting of us. you and me here in the ruins. you can see parts of the ruins right here. so i think the skeleton saw the two of us sitting there as i sang to you and painted us. so that time i left more food and more sunlight as thanks. that painting is in my room, i love it. i continued to visit and take the paintings. some of them went to the palace, while others are around the house. then one day, when i went to go visit, there wasn’t anything there yet. so i left the food and decided to wait. i was curious about this other skeleton and wanted to see more. so i sat there and waited.”

“i waited until i saw a puddle of ink grow and take the form of that skeleton again. this time they brought more canvases. they set up three at first and i had thought that they were going to paint them all over time until they started to talk. i had gripped my spear tightly since i thought they were talking to me, but they were talking to themself. ‘Let’s see what this creator has planned for this timeline!’ i still don’t know what they were talking about. what timeline? what’s a creator? but before i could ask, their form became more… drippy like it was liquid before they grabbed three paintbrushes in each hand. one in between each phalange. then... they began to dance.”

“Dance?” Sans nods and Flowey puzzles over it before motioning Sans to continue.

“t hey started slowly by twirling but then they started to jump. they then started to spin on one foot, they went faster and faster as their body started to pull away from them, and started to spin around them like a whirlpool. it was beautiful to watch, the black liquid changed into different colors and then they slowed down and started to spin slowly. so slowly, and moved their arms in a way that made a strange symbol before slowly making their way over to the first canvas. they pressed a hand to it before going to the second one and then the third one. nothing happened at first, but then the liquid swarmed the canvases. they made three paintings, one was of a figure holding another, another was of a figure standing in front of an army, and the last one was just… fire.” Sans stops and starts to pet Flowey again.

“ whatever it was, they didn’t like it. they started to panic before talking again. ‘This can’t be it. No-no-no. I can change it and protect it. I… I can change the track it’s on.’ that’s what they said before grabbing the other three and doing the same dance again. this time the paintings changed and they smiled before leaving with the first three paintings and the food. i didn’t know what to do after they left so i left, but when i came back, the paintings were gone. so i only left the food there and left; i felt like i saw something i wasn’t supposed to. but i still keep coming and giving food and taking the paintings as well. that’s all until now.”

“Weird and creepy.” Flowey shutters before Sans nods. “Let��s get going then. I don’t want to be here anymore. Also, I want to see Sirius and how much he’s grown. Not to mention I need to threaten- I mean chat with your star. I have a few questions and words I need to say.” Sans chuckles before nodding.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

#Leo Sans #Comyet!Tale #Rewrite!verse #StoriesofRewriteverse #sansby

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pretentious-fruity-and-me · 2 years

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🌙Dear Grey Eyes🌙

Tis the starlight at work, for I’ve fallen in love with you. A twist of fate so drastic that even I am left to wonder could this be real? Yet again I have fallen hopeless for another, throwing myself to the wolves in the name of desperation. Broken pianos ring in my ears, steeples fall and crush my bones, but you’ll be there, I’m sure of it. To sit alone with you and be born again, only to die at the hands of my own pity and tangible hurt. The unlikely pairing, the ones who could hate each other, yet searching for the pieces they do not know how to find. I shared my true nature with him, presenting raw without my mask. No longer sat the girl barren of true emotion, but instead a mere husk, sharing thoughts from the deepest parts of her being. All of the things I have kept to myself fell from my lips upon the chapel floor, as if water seeping from the smallest cracks of earths flesh. But you sat before me, unchanged, demeanour without a shift. You moved me. You changed me. The star that has laid dormant inside me exploded in my chest. Fire, it was fire. The flame that ever dwindled away long ago was reignited, reborn anew. My heart skipped beats when I looked at you. Even in the dimmest of light you still shone beautifully in my eyes, hazy with sleep as the moon creeped in from the churches bay windows. We’d been there earlier that day, running our hands over piano keys in the hopes to create a symphony, laughing together as if time had no purpose, no end. But these hands wanted more, to hold yours, your skin, running my fingers through your hair. To stare into your grey eyes in the candlelight, for all to take caution when approaching the steeples door. To gaze into those steel pools, and smell your rich sweetness in an embrace. I wasn’t deserving enough to give you my gaze, yet still I couldn’t control what my heart yearned for. To be loved again. ‘Twas only a brief time we shared alone, but time that will shift through the chambers of my brain for an eternity. I learned that you are shattered, for broken would undoubtedly undermine all you have survived. It was as if the shadow of death spared a moment to speak with Venus, the two opposites, but share a genuine compassion for one another. I felt sorry for you, wishing I could take away the pain in hopes to reveal your potential, your happinesses core. But sitting here today I feel like a failure, having lost the game without ever learning the rules. You said girls here were desperate, so I called them dogs, hopeless puppies all scrambling for the newest toy. I was a hypocrite, said I was different, when I am just as lost in search of romance. For I too am another wandering heart, willing to make her body the participant through many trials and loss of innocence. Our pieces are jagged, fitting together in odd and obtuse ways, drawing blood from the splinters. The sanctuary offered an opportunity to understand, to feel, to realize truths. Things that were too grim to comprehend in the light of day, but at dusk, far away from all listening ears. I’d never felt safer that whole weekend, there with you inside that run down church. Although people may have feared you for being emotionless, I knew you had felt more than anyone else. I hope someday we can be there again, together. But if fate shan’t allow, then I shall forever roam the biblical towers in my mind alone. Distanced from all except those eyes of sterling grey, and that handsome yet daring smirk.

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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 2 years

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Hatefuck

Is everything okay?

wooyoung x fem reader

Trigger warnings: depressive episode, blackmail

Content warnings: reader has a really shitty ex deadass idk what to put here cause there’s no smut but you’ll see what’s up soon

Summary: you’re finally a normal couple.....right??

Word count: 5118

A/N: so this one is a bit shorter butttttttt i didn’t want to just resolve everything in one go lmao anyways i kinda cried over this and my beta reader was shook so yeah. feel free to screech at me lmao as always consider following me here or on my main (and don’t forget those notifications so you know when i post!). hard thoughts are welcome!!! and maybe check out my ko-fi? i take commissions!

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One year. That’s how long you’d had feelings for him. It had been eight months since that day at the condo and things had been amazing. You’d had your share of arguments like any other couple and somehow it only made you love him more. You were thrilled that after everything, you could still be a normal couple. And in normal couple fashion, he’d just asked for you to live together.

“Wait, like…here? Or at my place?” You asked as you pushed your laptop aside and reclined on his bed. It was Monday and you were visiting for a study date yet again. You’d spent almost every afternoon this semester studying together since you once again shared every class aside from the ones you had added when you picked up your minor in world religions studies. Funny how a minor interest had turned into part of your life plan.

“I think me moving in with you would be a better idea, all things considered.” He hummed as he pushed his laptop aside as well and raised his arms over his head, stretching out his spine. “Obviously I refuse to mooch and I’d be more than willing to pay my own part. We‘d split housework too.”

“I sure hope so.” You rolled your eyes as you let out a snort of laughter. “Yeah, I don’t think me coming here would be good for anyone involved. The others would never get proper sleep.” You teased. You’d made it a habit not to get too intimate while you were visiting him because he’d learned pretty quickly how to make you scream.

“That’s true.” He chuckled, leaning over you as he shifted so he was on all fours. “I don’t think I’d want anybody else hearing your pretty sounds anyways. Except maybe the neighbors.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed again despite the soft blush that crept over your cheeks at his comment about your sounds. “I think by now they all know my name and probably hate seeing my car out front.”

“Mm well that sounds like a them problem. We haven’t gotten any noise complaints and I don’t think I’ll be changing anything until that happens.” You hummed, slipping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a quick kiss before getting serious again. “Let’s do it. I won’t have much time during the semester to help so we should either fast-track it over spring break or wait until classes end. But then I’m starting that internship and-.”

“I don’t wanna wait. I wanna wake up to you every morning.” His words made your heart flutter and you let out a soft whine as your cheeks heated up. He only chuckled as he watched you pout, leaning down to kiss your nose. “I love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you even more, Wooyoungie.” You whispered, your eyes slipping shut when he kissed your nose. Then you felt his lips on yours and you released a pleased hum. It was a sweet kiss. Despite his chaotic nature, he was usually so gentle with you and it made your heart squeeze almost painfully in your chest whenever he treated you like fine china.

Just as you parted for air, Hongjoong opened the door with a knock. He wrinkled his nose in playful disgust at the sight of Wooyoung hovering over you, both of you breathing a little heavy. “Haven’t we been subjected to that enough?” You couldn’t hope to stifle the obnoxious laugh you let out at his words as he shook his head. “Look, dinner’s ready. Stop sucking face and come eat.”

He left the door open as he walked away, much like a parent would do after interrupting their daughter making out with a boy. You rolled your eyes as both of you got up from the bed, trying not to burst into laughter again as you made your way to the dining room. “Joongie, you’re always so dramatic.” You taunted as you sat between him and Wooyoung.

“I wouldn’t have to be dramatic if you two weren’t a couple of horny teenagers.” He scolded with a soft laugh as everyone got settled at the table.

“Yeah, you two are always so loud.” San snorted, tucking himself behind Yunho when Wooyoung made out like he was gonna dive over the table.

“We weren’t even doing anything, dumbass.” Wooyoung defended as he tried not to dissolve into laughter. You were going to jump into the conversation again when your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out only to find something that soured your mood entirely.

Your ex had sent you a message. You didn’t look at it, you needed to be able to stomach your food, but just seeing his name appear on your screen was enough to bother you. You already hated his guts and never wanted to hear from him again but you were even more pissed that he had created another Instagram account just to send you a message after you’d blocked him on everything four years ago. Wooyoung - and everyone else - seemed to notice your sudden shift in mood and you felt a hand on your thigh. “Everything okay, babe?”

His words brought you back to reality and you glanced around the table only to find everyone staring at you with concern. You turned back to face your boyfriend and flashed a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine, just something stupid an old friend sent me.” He clearly didn’t buy it but nodded slowly as you turned to face the others. “Let’s eat, I’m starving.”

You’d grown extremely close with the others over the course of the last year and all of them saw you as their sister. Well, except Seonghwa, but he was getting over that. You’d forever appreciate and admire his grace when you rejected him. It went much smoother than how things had gone with Wooyoung. You still teased Wooyoung about that. Whenever he brought up Seonghwa’s confession just to get on his nerves, you’d jump in with that reminder, which always kept him from actually getting into a fight - which, to be honest, he’d probably deserve any beatings he got from Seonghwa since he could never shut his damn mouth.

Oddly enough, one of the things you used to hate the most about him suddenly became your favorite thing about him. The man never shut up. But now you appreciated his incessant chatter, even when you were busy or upset. It was soothing somehow and it started to feel like home. They started to feel like home.

So once again, you allowed yourself to find solace in the noise, your irritation dissipating. You joined in on the jokes and storytelling as everyone tucked in. If you’d spared a glance in your boyfriend’s direction, you would’ve seen him looking at you like you hung all the stars in the universe. Everyone else noticed his lovesick expression but no one said anything. They were happy he’d straightened himself out and made things better with you so they stayed silent, watching in amusement as he hung on your every word.

He wasn’t solely focused on you in the present moment though. He wondered what could’ve gotten you so upset when you were having a good time teasing Hongjoong - which you’d started doing after getting cozy with Wooyoung over spring break because you wanted to be annoying like your boyfriend - and his mind replayed the way your face fell the moment you looked at your phone. He wanted to know what was bothering you. He’d become extremely protective after getting together and he wanted to be the one to solve all your problems.

Dinner passed almost too quickly and within what felt like minutes, you were standing at the sink, shoulder to shoulder with Wooyoung as you washed the dishes. Things were quiet at first as he passed you the first plate to dry and a fond smile settled on your lips as you remembered the first time you’d helped him with the dishes. That night had been what sent your heart hurtling towards him. But he broke the silence, and thus your trance, as he handed you another plate.

“What really happened earlier?” He asked, glancing at you as your fingers brushed and his heart jumped. He had a way of looking at you that always made you flush a soft shade of rose and you knew you couldn’t hide anything. It was disarming. You shook your head and looked back down at the dishes, your smile fading.

“It’s fine. An ex messaged me. I haven’t bothered looking at what he said but just seeing his name irritated me.” You put the plate down on top of the first one and waited for another, looking at him expectantly. But he didn’t hand it over. He wanted to know if everything was really okay. You should’ve known that he wouldn’t let this go so easily. “Babe, it’s fine, really. You already know I’ll tell you if something is wrong.” You looked back down at your hands as you took the plate he was holding. “We wasted too much time not communicating. I’m not gonna start hiding shit.” Your voice was surprisingly soft considering the violent urges your ex brought out.

He was quiet for a moment as he washed another dish before his voice filled the (limited) space between you. “I just worry about you. I know you don’t like to show when you're upset, look at how you hid everything aside from anger when I was being an ass. But if there’s anything wrong, I want to help you.”

“I know.” Your hands stilled and you looked up from the plate you were drying, offering a genuine smile to reassure him. “I know, Woo. But I promise, right now I’m okay.” You leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek and he relaxed. With him pacified for now, you settled back in and smiled softly to yourself. “Remember the first time I helped you with the dishes?”

“Oh, when I did this?” He asked as he wiped his wet hands on your face. You let out a soft squeal and smacked him square in the chest as you dissolved into a fit of giggles. Just like that night, he continued to wipe his wet hands on your cheeks as soon as you finally had them dry again. Just like that night, you were breathless when he stopped and you had stars in your eyes as you stood toe to toe with him. “You’re so pretty.” He whispered as he brought a hand up to your neck.

A soft blush dusted your cheeks at his words as he caught your lips in a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his middle, pulling him in as close as possible. The kiss was brief and sickeningly sweet. When you pulled back to look up at him, he had the dumbest grin on his face and it was clear he was smitten. “I really fucking won.”

You giggled softly and leaned up to kiss his nose. “So did I.” You murmured as you came down off your tiptoes. Everything was quiet for a moment as you admired each other, the chatter from the living room fading away as you focused solely on him. “I’m so proud of you, Youngie.” You whispered, bringing a hand up to rest on his cheek, your fingers splaying out while your thumb gently caressed his cheekbone.

Just like that night, he looked close to tears. You’d learned words of affirmation never failed to make him emotional, partly due to his family rarely verbally expressing love in favor of demonstrating it. Your words, simple as they were, made his heart soar. He didn’t know if you meant in general or if you meant you were proud of the way he’d changed. Maybe you meant his academic success. He had no clue, he just knew he loved hearing your voice saying the words he’d craved his whole life. “You’re gonna make me all emotional if you keep saying that.” He whispered back, his voice hoarse as he clearly tried to fight back his feelings.

“It’s not a bad thing if you do get emotional though. You being vulnerable means a lot to me and-”

“Yeah but if it’s something special to you then I want only you to see it.” He flashed a smile as he forced back the lump in his throat. It was a copout. He always felt weak when he showed any sort of negative emotion and this was him blatantly refusing to let anyone but you see him while he was weak. You knew this.

So you nodded and gave him a small smile. “I must be pretty special then.” You teased as you untangled yourself from him. “Come on, let’s get this finished. We’ve still got work to do and I’ve got to get home before midnight.” You sighed. You hated having to leave him and you couldn’t wait for him to move in.

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No. No no no no no. This could not be happening. The clip was dated sometime during fall break only a few months ago but you hadn’t been with him in almost five years. So who was this? Because you sure as hell hadn’t fucked your ex last semester.

The message you’d received from your ex was a video of him fucking someone who looked exactly like you. You didn’t open it until you were back home and the second you did, you felt sick. You knew logically that you hadn’t done anything but fuck she looked so much like you that even you were doubting it. What if Wooyoung saw?

The message from your ex also contained a blatant threat.

@th-rlst-mf: It’d be a shame if that summer internship you have lined up fell through because there’s evidence of you having sex on the property

You couldn’t make it to your bathroom fast enough, your dinner forcing its way up your throat as it quickly evacuated your stomach. He was going to ruin your life. You retched for what felt like ages before you finally flushed the toilet and slumped back against the wall. You grabbed your phone from where you’d dropped it when you fell to your knees and opened the message again, taking a shaky breath as you watched the video a second time.

Trembling fingers tapped out a response just as he sent another message.

You: What the hell do you want from me

@th-rlst-mf: Oops, my finger slipped while waiting for you to answer

With that message, you saw a screenshot. He’d sent it. He’d fucking sent the video to the manager overseeing your summer internship. You dissolved into tears the second you read the recipient name. This couldn’t be happening. It didn’t feel real.

Your phone buzzed again but you didn’t look at it. You couldn’t look at it. You slowly dragged yourself from the bathroom floor and shuffled to your bed, still sobbing. You couldn’t breathe. Before you flopped down on your bed, you went and threw your window open, needing the fresh air. You then threw yourself down on the bed, not bothering to change into your pajamas. You cried for what felt like hours until finally you fell asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, it was freezing in your room. The window was still open. You turned off your alarm and rolled over, rubbing your eyes. They felt grainy from crying yourself to sleep. You were almost asleep again when you heard your phone buzz by your head. You didn’t want to look at it. You really didn’t want to look at it. But curiosity got the better of you.

It was Wooyoung. There was a backlog of messages too.

11:53pm My love: Goodnight, baby girl. I love you.

12:19am My love: I guess you’re already asleep. Sweet dreams, sweetheart.

6:47am My love: Good morning, angel. Did you sleep well?

7:34am My love: Baby? Is everything okay? Are you sick?

8:16am My love: Am I still picking you up today?

8:43am My love: I’m here. I’m coming up.

You let out a soft sigh and began to type a response as you heard keys in the front door.

You: I’m sorry, I left my phone on vibrate and didn’t hear your texts come in. I’m not feeling the greatest today, I think I’m just gonna skip. Bad mental health day.

He didn’t respond. Instead, the door swung open and you heard him kick off his shoes before making his way to your room. You turned so you weren’t facing the door and pulled the sheets up over your head. You heard your bedroom door open and Wooyoung let out a gasp. “Christ, y/n it’s fucking freezing in here…” he mumbled as he hurried to close the window.

You were grateful, even if you didn’t express it. You’d been so cold but you didn’t dare move from the warm cocoon of your bed lest you turn to ice. He turned to face you and made a quiet sound as he walked towards you. He already sounded worried. “Hey…” his voice was quiet as he perched on the edge of your bed, placing a hand on your waist. “I saw your text. Is everything okay? Anything I can do for you?”

“I’m fine. The day is just off to a rough start.” You lied, your voice scratchy from last night’s wailing. You couldn’t tell him what was wrong, couldn’t let him see that video.

“Well can I get you anything? Some water?” You nodded and he got up from the bed, making his way to your kitchen. You slowly sat up and looked at the clock. He was gonna be late. He came back with your favorite water bottle, ice clinking against the metal. The sound was oddly comforting as you grabbed your medicine bag. “Did you take your nighttime meds last night before you clocked out?”

You sheepishly shook your head and he let out a soft sigh as he sat by your legs again. He waited for you to get your medicine before handing you the water. Before he could ask anything else, you spoke up. “You should go. You’re already gonna be late. I don’t want you to use up a free absence on me.” Then you popped your pills in your mouth and gulped some water, washing them down.

“I still have all of my absences. I can afford to use one of the allotted five. I need to know you’re okay first.” He rested his hand on your knee, giving a gentle squeeze. Finally, you met his gaze and you almost burst into tears all over again. He’d come to mean so much to you and you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him because of your ex. He noticed your bottom lip wobble and his brow furrowed in concern. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, scooting up the bed so he could stroke your hair.

His words were enough to finish breaking the dam and your face crumpled as you lunged forwards, hugging him tightly as you cried into his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you instantly and his warm hands began rubbing soothing circles on your back. This only made you cry harder. Everything about him was so endearing. He was missing class to make sure you were okay and he was being so gentle with you, as if you were a precious piece of art that he was terrified to break.

After a few minutes, he gently pulled back and began to wipe your cheeks. You’d finally stopped crying but you almost started all over again when his thumb swept over your cheek. “Can you stay with me today?” You asked quietly, your hand wrapping around his wrist as you leaned into his touch.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He leaned forwards and kissed your forehead. “Why don’t you get comfy and I’ll go make something for you to eat?” You nodded and he got up from the bed, leaving you there so he could cook for you. You didn’t want to be alone but you knew he’d shoo you back to bed if you tried to help him. He loved babying you like that.

So you settled back down and picked up your phone, ice filling your veins as your body went numb with anxiety. You hesitantly opened the email app and bit your lip, checking your personal email to calm yourself before opening your professional email. You felt nauseous when you saw an email from your internship coordinator. You felt bile rising when you read the subject line.

Cause for concern

You opened the email with trembling hands and read it as tears filled your eyes. It was over. If you couldn’t defend yourself, you would be losing the internship. The manager had said this in much nicer terms and had CC’d HR, but you understood it. Just as you closed the email and went to message your ex, Wooyoung stormed into the room. He hadn’t even been gone five minutes.

“What the fuck is this?” He snarled and you sat up again, scooting up the bed. He didn’t even have to show you his phone for you to know he’d received the video. You could hear the moans from where he stood in the doorway.

“Woo, it’s not what it looks like-”

“Really? Because it sure looks like my girlfriend fucking another man.” He stalked towards the bed and grabbed his water bottle, which he’d left beside you when he came to check on you. “You really had me fucking convinced, y/n. I bet you just agreed to have me move in so rent would go down.” With each word, your heart cracked even further and tears began to fall freely now. “Don’t even fucking go there. Stop with the guilt trip. I’m not falling for that shit. You’ve strung me along for over a year now. We’re done.”

Your heart stopped beating for a moment as everything went silent. Then you scrambled to get out of bed and chase after him as he turned on his heel. “Woo, please- please let me explain what’s going on. It’s not like you think.” You begged, your heart squeezing painfully in your chest as he gathered his things by the door. “It’s not me, Wooyoung, please just listen to-” He opened the door and cut you off.

“No. I’m done listening. I have been in love with you for years, been nothing but good to you since we started working on things, and this is what I get in return? I’m not doing this anymore. I can’t.” And just like that, he was gone and you were gasping for air between sobs.

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It had been a few days since everything had happened and you had barely left your bed. You were skipping classes and only eating once, maybe twice a day. The only productive thing you’d done was defend yourself in order to keep your internship. You’d found evidence that there was no way the woman in the video was you and you’d presented that information to your boss and HR. They’d still let you go but they’d agreed not to make a fuss about it. So you’d been left alone to think about everything that happened on Tuesday and you found yourself in tears every couple of hours. You’d never taken a breakup this hard but Wooyoung…he was different. You could see a future with him. Except all your hopes had been dashed only four days prior.

It was finally Saturday. You hadn’t been taking any calls or responding to any messages since Wooyoung left you sobbing on the floor in your living room so you were startled by the sudden knock at your door. Part of you feared it was your ex but another part of you hoped it was so you could beat his ass. You cautiously made your way to the door and peered out the peephole only to find Hongjoong with his arms crossed.

You opened the door and stepped back without a word, letting him into your apartment. He kicked his shoes off and made himself comfortable as you locked the door and dragged yourself to the kitchen to get drinks for the both of you. “Is water okay?” He nodded and you joined him a moment later. “Here.” You whispered, holding out a glass as you sat beside him.

He took it and both of you sat in silence before he finally spoke. “Are you okay?” His words and his tone were softer than the expression on his face. You simply shook your head and looked at your lap. “Why did you do it?”

“I didn’t!” Your head snapped up so fast you thought your neck would break. You didn’t sound defensive, you sounded desperate. “He wouldn’t listen but I swear on my life I didn’t cheat. I’ve been cheated on before and it makes me physically ill. But he wouldn’t hear me out, he just yelled and left…”

“Look, he showed me the video. You can’t deny it. There’s proof.” His tone was accusatory and you felt like a thousand needles were pricking your skin. Your eyes began to fill with tears for what felt like the millionth time that week and you shook your head. You looked down as you pulled your phone from your pocket, pulling up the instagram messages.

“I wouldn’t lie to you. Especially about this.” You held your phone out and he carefully took it from your hand, his gaze meeting yours briefly. There weren’t many messages but he took a while to read everything multiple times before looking up at you. “That’s not me. Look at the date.” He looked back down, tapping on the video. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared at the screen, his eyes widening when he saw the date in the bottom corner.

“You were out of town that weekend. You took Wooyoung to meet your family.”

“Exactly. I didn’t see it at first so I didn’t know how to defend myself but once I was able to look at it without feeling violently ill, I realized I had an alibi. I even got receipts from a couple shops we visited that weekend to show to my boss to prove it wasn’t me.” You gently took the phone back as he held it out to you and looked down again, pocketing the device once more. “I tried to tell Woo but he won’t take my calls or read my messages. I don’t think they’ve even delivered. I think he blocked me.”

“He did.” Your heart stung but you didn’t jump in. “He’s not doing well at all. We didn’t know why he skipped classes Tuesday, we just knew he wasn’t there. The guys were asking around but they realized you weren’t there either so they left it alone. Then San got home and he heard sobbing and Wooyoung told him what happened.”

You wanted to go to him and make things better but you knew he wouldn’t see you. He was stubborn like that. You also knew it was up to him to fix the problem since it was his reaction that made things complicated. So you nodded silently and tried to process the information given to you. You stood abruptly and went to the kitchenette, placing your empty glass in the sink. “Thank you for listening.” You sighed as you propped against the counter. “He knows where to find me if he wants to see me. I’m not gonna ask you to try and fix things between us. You already did that once.”

“Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry?” He snorted as he stood from the couch and headed to the sink with his glass. You’d always been a bit jealous of his grace and this time was no exception as you watched him seemingly glide around the room. “I’m not leaving until you’re in the shower and have ordered dinner.” He looked at you from where he stood at the sink, propping there on his hip. “Just because I’ve known him longer and I’m inclined to watch out for him doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you fall to the wayside. I still care about you.”

“I know.” You sighed softly and looked down. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. Unless maybe you were out for blood on his behalf.”

“I was, initially. But the second I saw your face, I decided vengeance could wait.” He teased, his elbow nudging your ribs. “Seriously though, go get ready for a bath. I’ll order dinner. If you’ve taken it the way he has, you’ve barely left your bed.”

You didn’t speak, just simply nodded as you stood straight and headed for your room. You appreciated that he was trying to take care of you but your mood had soured significantly as he told you how Wooyoung was faring. You wanted to be left alone for a while but the only way to get him to leave was to do what he wanted you to. So you gathered your clothes and headed to the bathroom with a sigh, filling the tub with water instead of starting a shower. You didn’t have the energy to stand for that long. You didn’t bother locking the door, you knew Hongjoong wasn’t interested and you weren’t in any danger with him around.

You ran the bath and stripped bare, dropping your clothes in the hamper. You’d had the sense to at least change out of what you’d worn to bed Monday night when you got the video and you were glad because if you hadn’t, Hongjoong would’ve automatically known something was terribly wrong. You decided to put some bubbles in too since you felt like shit and wanted to treat yourself. As if bubbles will dull this. You let out a snort as you sank down in the tub. “I just ordered dinner!” You heard Hongjoong call from the kitchen as you settled in, bubbles tickling your chin.

You’d been in the tub for about twenty minutes when you heard the door. You didn’t hear any conversation so you thought maybe Hongjoong had asked the delivery driver to leave the order at the door. But then the bathroom door swung open. You scrambled to cover yourself with your hands even though the bubbles were already doing a fantastic job of obscuring your naked body. But then you saw who it was and you froze. “Wooyoung-”

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What they love about you (part 2)[Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: It was as if the universe had changed when they saw you.

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Albedo, Kazuha. Part 1 here

Genre: fluff

"Poetry for my hopeless romantic heart 🥺 and Kazuha, he was the perfect candidate for this. I decided to put Zhongli first of course, he deserves it after saving my ass in Baal's fight."

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Spirit flows through the Immovable rock (Zhongli)

Nations fall, truths be told, iron rusts and earth erode

Through six centuries these were stories he watched unfold.

He sees you and the archon knew that you shall too grow old

But despite it all, he loves you for your existence, as nothing can compare to your intransient soul.

The purpose of contracts were made to ensure there had been a fair trade between two parties. Like merchants striking business deals for a favourable outcome, like mother nature maintaing the balance between life and death, like how you and your beloved said your vows and whispered promises to one another as evening bids farewell by the warm welcome of the moon's gentle glow. Those days were the most treasured that you couldn't help remisicing them-- when Zhongli appeared in your life. Your mortal life. How time can fly so fast.

Perhaps this had been a common notion among human standards. That to be connected, both sides must share the same factors in order to proceed the contract. Clearly your placement proved to be mismatched. Unlike Zhongli there could be a day when your legs gave up and you can no longer walk. He will go on without you, continuing to drift in places where you cannot reach, where time was out of the question, further and further away until the mist begins to seize your field of vision and soon your eyes were too old to see.

The difference in age can truly make someone feel alone and Zhongli knew it well. Thus he smiled softly like he always does and held you close, speaking with so much kindness:

My dearest.

Your soul existed like an evergreen tree blooming through all four seasons, unwithered and everlasting, even against the cold storm of white. And it could be as soft as the sunbeam cascading through the mountain peaks while they dust the land with their ethereal hues and emitting the warmth that breaths absolute serenity. If artifacts were a piece of what someone left behind then maybe everything you made was considered an artifact-- a treasure. A piece of you in those handwritten letters, the beauty in your fingertips after knitting him a scarf which caused scars to mar them, and because of how heavy your spirit weighs through everything you did, it became evident that the one he had fallen for was not your skin nor your body but the person who resides in it.

And sometimes he wonders if he had met you once upon a dream. What else could explain the mysterious feeling that made you seem so familiar, even when he only saw you for the first time? Or perhaps you were an old friend from the long long past, someone he stargazed with upon the infinite mounds of grass and glaze lilies, someone whom he shared the taste of osmanthus wine, someone he came to cherished just like how he cherished his own nation. Regardless, whether you were that someone or not, he wouldn't hesitate to relive those times all over again.

If there was a day when the world around you decided to cave in, where time inevitably caught up and you succumbed to change, he would still be yours. After all, the immovable stone was meant to be the symbol of constancy. He already sworn to you that his devotion and affection will never waver, they were solely held towards your essence for you had touched him through the things he could not touch, and left a mark that would last longer than his ancient self can last. Zhongli may have lived through many lifetimes but meeting you was the beginning of everything. You were a mortal immortalized in the world his heart, etched so deep that it stirs him apart, there was no room for anyone else.

~xx~

Drowning in the ocean flames (Tartaglia)

There was a man who fell deeply in love with war

They raged inside of him like the spontaneous battlefields he came to adore.

Consumed by desire, pain became an addiciton

And he eventually surrenders to the heat of your passion.

While many fear death, Childe learned to dance with it.

He revels in the way his heart pounds endlessly, as if new life had been born from the inside and then bursted like thunder, sending trembling sensations through his veins, bringing him to the peak of euphoria. The feeling was a drug in which Childe hesitates no more when he confronts it, rather he deliberately seeks it. He seeks thrill in the most dangerous situations since they were the moments that made him feel so alive.

Henceforth the Harbinger sought you out. He inches closer and ever so close, those deep cerulean eyes trapped in your hypnotizing ones. Childe loves how you look at him like you were about to devour him, consume him as the flames in hell would, perhaps destroy him completely to the point there was no turning back and yet...he would not mind.

Childe had been so drawn to you like a moth to a light. No. Rather, Adam and the devil, tempting him to sin because the things he would do for you were undeniably impetuous. It was too late. It was too late when you told him you wanted to stay. Too late when you pulled him down, with arms around his neck, stealing away his breath in one swift manner as well as a kiss. Curse you for having so much power over him, from then and there he was no longer the mighty harbinger everyone knew but a man foolish in love. Take him higher. Higher. Take him far. To say you were alluring would be an understatement. The scent of you brings all his senses to disarray and the taste of you-- by the archons-- had never made him feel so starved. All he thought of was mindlessly running his hands over your small back, reveling in the shape of you, exploring every inch and curve in attempt to make you completely his.

This was the reason why he grew accustomed to dancing with death. Because it was you. You were going to be the cause of his downfall and you were the cause of this insanity. Even though you constantly reminded him how risky the situation was due to being a wanted criminal in his homeland's eyes, Childe pays no mind. Didn't he already tell you to trust him? Anyone who threatens you would be an enemy of his, much to their misfortune. Whether it'd be conquering the world and laying it beneath your feet or walking through the depths of the abyss all over again, he'll make sure to have it all and no one can say otherwise.

~xx~

Shelter (Albedo)

Your warmth was his hearth

Like stars falling onto the earth

Gracing the plains in an empereal bliss

As they trembled under the touch of heaven's kiss

Closing his eyes, you are the first person he sees.

The sound of snow chasing the wind fills the silent night once again while it's whispered blows continued to echo just by the cave's entrance. Albedo had planned to take you back to Monstadt that day but Dragonspine was not the place to be merciful with the weather. No one else except the two of you occupied the abandoned space and a singular camp fire to serve as a source of warmth. You place your hand on your lover's forehead, brushing away his ash coloured strands while he seeps into slumber. Albedo sighs contentedly. Despite the world being engulfed in sheer cold, here he felt safe and sound.

Before meeting you Albedo never really had that. People regularly held him on a high regard and had a hard time matching his pace. He was a born genius to the point that he practically stood out like a swan out of the ducklings' crowd as they admired his brilliance. Truly Albedo was a perfect human being. But when turns around to see the rest he noticed how distant everything seemed. He was so focused on his pursuit towards the universal truth that he hadn't given the time to consider; where is he going with this? And what for? Everyone else looked so happy living in their mundane routines and Albedo soon grew curious about such thoughts. Out of all the places in Monstadt, exactly where does he belong?

Opening his eyes, you are the first person he looks for.

"Welcome home, Albedo!"

The answer was obvious. Home was the sound of his name on your lips. When you were side by side with him while he sketched the landscape from the far distance. In places where the lights were on as he entered the room, knowing you were inside. This feeling couldn't be describe with just a word. Home was not a nation nor was it a destination. Home was in your touch where he felt the most protected.

I'm home.

A sky filled with stars and he only saw one; his Starlight. Your warmth held the emotion similar to the kind where there had only been one cande lit amidst an infinite stretch of darkness. But it also brought the joy of flowers blossoming into the vivid future of new spring. There was no place he'd rather be than the shelter of your arms because with you, Albedo believed he truly found where he belonged.

~xx~

Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves (Kazuha)

Silencing the world

My heart begins to find peace

Soothed by your presence

- For my beloved, (Y/n)

I remember how the first petal of spring drifted by as it had flown into the crossroads of our path. Subconciously my entire being began to still. This particular flower... it must have come far and wide for the wind to carry such a pleasant scent. Although I had intended to continue my venture onwards but the air ceased to sound and I knew that this way was true. And so nature beckons me to the shore where the waves lulled back and forth under the moonlight's entrance, only then I began to sharpen my vision to see what was before me. You stood there on a rock with your face looking into the sparkling sky, singing a tune that drew me near. Just the mere sight was enough to stir my heart alone.

My beloved, do you know why I named this poem 'Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves?'

Watching you was like witnessing the ephmereal birth of a flower sprouting amongst the slums of an abandoned nation. A fleeting miracle where snow falls from the summer sky. I am compelled to capture these feelings in this poem yet there are moments where my thoughts scatter as if the autumn wind had whisked them away and out of my grasp until a singular leaf is only what was left. Perhaps it wouldn't be necessary for me to keep a notebook of ways I can describe your presence, instead a few simple sentences would suffice. Nevertheless, I only wish to express my feelings for you.

When you're with me it seems I have nothing to think about. The aura around you can silence the world alone, speaking louder than thunder cries, weighing heavily to those around you in ways it would feel empty if you're not here. Yet I could breath as if alleviated from the burdens of my past. This had me realize that this must have been the will of the wind. You were the greatest gift to have ever bestowed upon me and I confess, sometimes my chest aches because of how much I cherish you, it pierces me like a sharp blade but even if my heart bleeds it will continue to bleed only for your sake.

So wherever you are, wherever you may be, I can feel you in the breeze. Return soon my beloved, I'll be here, waiting.

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elles-writing · 3 years

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Little Secret

Request: Wonderful! Could please write an escenario in which y/n (half elf and half human) was part of the company cause Gandalf hired her. She and Kili fell for each other and secretly started courting. Once Erebor was reclaimed everything was going back to normal. Thorin asked her to stay for as long as she liked. When Fili & Kili's mom got there, she had lots of meetings with Thorin so y/n was not able to properly meet her. The day that they are actually introduced, Thorin announces Kili's and Fili's arranged marriages which took everyone by surprise. Y/n and Kili try to figure and fix things out in order to convince Thorin to put off the arrange marriage but it does not work. Therefore, y/n decides to leave Erebor and ends up leaving to Dale; befriending/ helping Bard and his kids. During her time there she finds out that she was pregnant with Kili's child. However, she never notifies Kili nor goes to Erebor to announce it thinking that he had his duty as a prince and it would be harmful for him/ his arranged marriage. So, she makes the decision to raise the baby on her own. Time goes by and on a normal day (when she was 9 months pregnant) that she's walking around Dale while feeling contractions she bumps into Kili. Thank you so much!❤️ Sorry for the long message 😅 - @just-a-dreamer23

A/N: I know, I know, this is soo long. But, I enjoyed writing this story!! I've been trying to overcome my lack of motivation to write, so maybe it isn't as good in some parts, as my other stories, but I wanted to keep it that way, so I hope you enjoy anyways.

Tags: @guardianofrivendell @just-a-dreamer23 @anjhope1 @lathalea

The afternoon was hot. The best thing to do, was to take a nap. At least, in your opinion.

Nothing would attack in this heat, you thought, as you rested under a tree. A while after, you noticed pointy hat and grey cloak of the same colour. You lazily waved.

"Gandalf, long time no see!" Gandalf smiled at you.

"Good afternoon, Y/N." You stood up and looked at him, waiting. Gandalf never came just...for no reason.

"How are you doing?" Gandalf asked, and you shrugged.

"I'm just wandering around, as usual. You know me. I never stay in one place for too long." You said. Gandalf knew that, obviously. Being a child of an elf and a human, you felt like you never belong anywhere.

Elves felt really tense and quiet, and humans were quite loud for you, because of your hearing. And you aged lot slower than them, so making friends was also quite...not it.

"I've been looking for you, to join an adventure," You curiously gave him a look.

"An adventure? What kind of adventure?"

"Well," he looked at you.

"You know about Erebor and the line of Durin, right?" You frowned at him, and quickly shook your head.

"Gandalf, I can't-I can't join the dwarves! They will hate me! Everyone knows they hate the elves, and I'm half elf!" You said.

"Well, who said they will know? You owe me help," he reminded you. You thought back to when he healed you after orcs attacked you, and you sighed. He was right. This was the least you could do.

"And, who knows. Maybe they will like you," he gave you a look, and you folded your hands on your chest, and let out a sigh.

"Alright then. Where and when am I supposed to be?" He gave you all the information you needed. And you started your way to the Shire, looking at the first evening stars, as the starlight is what the Elves of Mirkwood love so much.

You got to the Shire around late afternoon after three days of traveling, and smiled. The hobbits and their houses were tiny, so you couldn't help, but smile. Maybe it won't be that bad, having perhaps a hobbit friend, after all...

You remembered the moment when you first met Kili. You thought Gandalf was there at Bilbo's house, but when you opened the door...

"Are you Master Boggins?" You frowned at the brunette dwarf.

"Do I look like a hobbit to you?" He looked at the other dwarf, then back at you, but there was Bilbo already.

Later on the journey, he found you without your cape on. It was your turn for bathing, but him and Fili forgot some their things at the river.

You just put off your cloak, and put your hair down from your headband. You heard steps, so you quickly turned around.

"You are..." Fili started.

"...an elf?" Kili finished. You huffed.

"Half elf. My mother was...human." you whispered. Painful memories of your early life came up, and you blinked to stop the tears.

"Don't tell anyone, please..." you looked at them. Both Fili and Kili must've seen something in your expression, that made them realize the importance. They nodded. Kili was, however, curious. Lot more than before, and asking you about elves. You talked about it when Thorin was far enought to not hear what was your conversations about, but it wouldn't matter much. Gandalf told them you spent part of your life living with the elves, which was true.

In fact, Kili became fascinated by you. He liked you before, and had a feeling, which he wasn't sure about. Interest, curiousity, the need to protect you, adoration...

In the moment he saw you, he realized you were his One, his love for life. And when you got closer, he asked you to court him. You said yes. From then on, you shared many quiet and stolen kisses and moments together, in the shadows of forests or your bedrooms in pubs.

The moment everyone else (except for Bilbo and the Durin brothers) found out, was when you came into Mirkwood. Thranduil ordered his guards to take your cloak and headband off, and now, everyone could see your pointy ears.

There was a moment of silence.

"What made an elf, to travel with group of dwarves?" You gulped and looked down.

"I'm a-a half elf," you whispered.

"My father was from here." You explained, and the king shot you a glare. He was not stupid. He knew you tried to pull his attention away.

"Take them to the dungeons, except for Oakenshield," he said.

When you made yourself as comfortable as you could on the cold floor, you overheard the dwarves trying to find out who you actually were and what you wanted.

To your surprise, they didn't talk about you in a bad way. Just curiousity. Thankfully.

"Do you think she will like me?" You said to Kili. He was writing a letter to his and Fili's mother, Dis, the happy news - Erebor was reclaimed, and they all survived. It's been a week since, and Thorin decided it was the right thing to let his sister know as soon as possible. She was surely worried.

Kili turned to you.

"Like you? Like you? She is going to love you," Kili grinned at you, and you had to smile a little too.

"Yeah, but...you know, I'm not a dwarf," you said your worry aloud. It was true. Being a half-elf, you and Kili started courting in secret. Thorin was not really kind to you, at least the first half of the journey. However, the rest of the Company liked you lot more. Especially Kili. After a while of knowing of what did you feel, you decided to tell him. To your surprise, but happiness, Kili shared those feelings. And since then, you had a tiny braid, hidden in your hair, and Kili as well.

And stole many, many secret kisses.

"I don't think mum is going to have issue with this," Kili stood up, and gently placed your hair behind your ear.

"You're my One, and you make me incredibly happy. I'm sure she won't have problem with you being half elf," You cupped his cheek, and softly smiled, as you looked deep in his kind brown eyes.

"I love you too, my short Prince," He stood on his toes and kissed you, getting a giggle from you. He pouted, when he heard you called him short, but you knew he didn't mind it.

You kissed him, and felt his smile on your lips. You were leaning down, when suddenly you lost balance, and both you and Kili ended up lying on the floor. Kili and you let out a yelp, but then broke into giggles.

"I love you," Kili said, when you finally stopped laughing. You cuddled into his chest and breathed in his scent. Kili smelled like smoke, food and fresh air.

"I love you too," Kili gently stroke your hair, and you got up.

"Where are you going?"

"You have to finish the letter, and I promised Tilda I will take a walk with her before the dinner." You helped Kili to get up.

"Alright my beloved, have a good time," he gently kissed you, and sat back to his desk. You smiled, and ruffled his hair.

"You too, my dearest." You smiled, and left the room.

It's been a few months, and you were finally, finally going to meet Kili and Fili's mother, Dis. She has been there for around two weeks by now, but, you haven't got the chance to meet her and be introduced to her yet.

You were officially going to meet her during upcoming celebration. Needless to say, you were freaking out.

Your stomach was tight from anxiety for a few days already, and that afternoon, it felt absolutely horrible. You haven't eaten whole day, just because all you thought about was the evening.

You spent around an hour of putting on and off different dresses from your wardrobe, trying to figure out which one to wear.

"Y/N?" Kili knocked on the door of your chambers.

"C'me in," you said. He came in, and his eyes widened, when he seen you sitting in front of the mirror, your eyes red and the mess everywhere.

"What am I supposed to wear? I have nothing to wear!" You started crying. All the stress and anxiety in past three months got the best of you. Random moments of crying, because of tiny things, were happening on daily basis.

"Dear, what is happening?" He pulled your hair back behind your ears.

"I-I just want-want your mum to like me," you muttered.

"And...it stresses me out." Kili nodded, and shortly hugged you.

"She is going to love you no matter which dress you wear, I promise." He whispered to your ear.

"Now, I think..." Kili looked around.

"I think the...the dark green dress will be perfect."

When you changed into the dress Kili picked you, Kili brushed and styled your hair. He pulled the top section into a clip, and you pulled a few strands, to frame your face. You smiled at yourself in the mirror.

"You ready?" Kili asked. You just silently nodded.

As you walked down the hall, Kili was trying to figure out where his uncle, brother and mother went to. He couldn't see them anywhere, and he was sure he was once in a while not late.

When you entered the huge throne room, you could see Fili, and let out a breath of relief.

"Fili, have you seen-"

"Kili, there you are," A woman came from behind Fili, and looked over her younger son.

"Have you brushed your hair?" Kili huffed.

"Of course I did." He said quietly, so nobody could hear him. He was visibly embarrassed, and you let out laugh. She suddenly turned to you. Her deep blue eyes reminded you Thorin, but they had the same twinkle as Kili and, occasionally, Fili.

"I don't remember I seen you here before," she said.

"Well, I usually spend my time outside of Erebor, so I think that might be it," You nervously smiled. She hummed.

"I-I'm not a part of the royal family," you said, and almost groaned. Now that was embarrassing for sure.

"Y/N, this is my and Kili's mum, Dis. Mum, this is Y/N," Fili said, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"I-um-" You tried to say something, but she pulled you in short hug.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," she gave you a smile, and then went back between the guests with Fili.

You let out a breath.

"That was embarrassing," you groaned. Kili chuckled.

"No, not at all. She likes you." It suddenly felt like it was much easier to breathe.

"She-she does?" Your eyes widened, and Kili nodded.

"Of course! And you can bet she will steal you to me during the evening,"

"How do you know that?" You turned to him with surprise written all over your face.

"She is my mother. I know her for a long time." He just said.

"She seems to be...different from Thorin," you said, hoping it wouldn't come out as offensive. Kili chuckled.

"Mum and Uncle really aren't that different. Uncle just focuses more on the kingdom and mum, on family," Kili said in low voice, so that only you could hear it.

When you sat down to the table, where the royal family and the Company was, you looked around. You and Kili did secretly hold hands under the table, and you talked to Dis, who was sitting across the table.

"Good evening, everyone," Thorin said, and the people got more quiet.

"It's my pleasure to meet all of you here today. I have some things to say, before the celebration starts." Thorin paused, and Kili leaned near you with a grin.

"It's just a few formalities, don't worry, love." You smiled at him back with tight smile. You felt something was not right. Thorin talked about the kingdom a little at first. The next news was, however, what you were afraid of.

"I'm very happy to say, my nephew Fili is going to marry-" you let out a breath. Kili turned to you with worry.

"Do you feel okay?" He asked, when suddenly...

"And my nephew Kili, who also has already arranged marriage, with-"

Kili stared at Thorin, and you as well.

"Kili-Kili, please-" you tried to stop Kili from going to Thorin. Kili was visibly angry, his jaw was tight, and body tense.

"Kili? What is happening?" Thorin came and let through his teeth. You suddenly felt everyone's eyes on you.

"I need some fresh air," you whispered and walked away, as quickly as you could. When you left, you came in your chambers, kneeled to your bed, and started crying.

You knew it. You should've known before.

Thorin would do this. Even when Fili and Kili were children, he would make sure they had wives already. They were princes. They needed to have a wife.

And Thorin...Thorin would never allow Kili to court you or marry you.

The next day, Kili came into your room. He had dark circles under his eyes, and gave you weak smile.

"I promise we will work this out," he muttered, and pulled you close to his chest.

Kili was asleep - and you let him - but, you thought about your situation, and tried to come up with possible solutions.

However, it was as if there weren't any.

It's been a few days, and you cuddled into your blanket. You fell asleep, and when you woke up, you looked around the room.

This place isn't for me anymore, you thought, and started packing your clothes into your bag. You changed into tunic and trousers, and wrote a letter to Kili, that you were sorry, but it was probably better to have a wife his Uncle would like, that you were leaving and never coming back, so he shouldn't be looking for you.

You quietly left the palace, and walked out in the morning. The air was fresh and nice, and for a moment, you forgot your sadness.

You walked to Dale, and decided to meet Bard. You had nowhere to go, and maybe staying there would be good, before you'd go...somewhere else.

The guards let you in, and as you thought of going to Rivendell, you noticed Bard.

"Bard?" He turned to you, and nodded at you.

"Hi Y/N. What brings you here?" You sighed.

"I'm leaving Erebor, Bard...but the problem is, I need to think about of where-" you suddenly felt dizzy, and Bard catched you. He called for a healer, that's what your hazy mind could catch.

You basically woke up, in a room. On a bed. Comfortable bed.

"Lie still, lady Y/N," the healer said. You frowned a little, when she placed her ear to your stomach.

"I can hear the heartbeat clearly. The baby is most likely around three months old," she said.

"What baby?" You asked, confused. You looked from the healer to Bard and Bard to healer. She took your hands in hers.

"You don't know, my lady? You are pregnant. I can clearly hear the heartbeat of your child," she softly smiled at you. You shook your head, and felt a few tears escaping your eyes.

"I'm...I'm with child," you whispered. You could not believe it. So perhaps, it wasn't just stress...

"Who is the father?" The healer asked, when she helped you to sit up. You nervously looked in your lap.

"Kili. Prince...Kili. Kili Durin." You said, and Bard and the healer shared a look.

"He...he doesn't know. Can we keep it a secret? Please?" You looked at them.

They said yes. Bard was like a father to you, and let you stay. He showed you chambers, that would be your home for next few months at least.

You never went back to Erebor. You thought Kili had to marry the princess, so you just tried to think of the baby you were carrying.

It wasn't that hard, honestly. The baby was often restless, though.

As if it missed Kili as much as you did...

Even if the baby would have to grow up without it's biological dad, you were sure you'd be able to take care of them well.

Some days, you were happy, and didn't think of Kili too much. It pained you, yes, and you knew you had to be strong for the baby, so you often asked someone to teach you something, such as how to prepare different meals, how to knit or how to play piano, to name a few.

Other days, you felt sad. It could be because of the weather, or hormones, some days you just woke up sad, and sometimes it was when something reminded you of Kili. Those days, the baby was the most restless, and the maids told you it was because the baby missed it's father.

You sat down to the armchair next to the window in your bedroom, and looked out on the street. Nobody could see you from here, so it made you feel safe. You looked up and seen Erebor.

"There's your daddy, over there," you whispered to the baby.

The answer you got, was soft kick.

"Does it hurt?" Sigrid asked you, looking at your belly. You smiled at her.

"No, it doesn't." You stroke your stomach. You've been pregnant for past almost nine months. Bard was so kind and let you stay, and even offered you bigger chambers, which you gladly agreeded to. The chambers were perfect size, and the baby could have their own small room, overtime.

You let out shaky breath. You wanted Kili to know about all of this. To be there with you, talk to you and to the baby.

But, it was not possible. It would hurt his reputation, and perhaps even his marriage.

You dried your tears, and carefully stood up. Even as pregnant, you were able to stand up yourself, luckily quite easily. You felt very thankful for some of your genes being from the elves, because, as Bard explained to you, humans had it harder.

When you slowly got yourself out of the castle, you breathed in. The air smelled nicely - you smelled fresh bread, old leaves, fresh air from the lake. Mix of summer and autumn. You felt it was one of the last few warm days, before the typical autumn comes.

You looked around, and your cravings were begging you for some freshly baked, soft warm bread with fresh butter, melting on top of it. You thought of the crispiness of the bread's crust, and your mouth started watering. You groaned, when you felt how your stomach let you know some snack would come handy.

You slid your hand to your pocket, and made sure you have enough money.

You started walking, to find some bakery, and as you looked around, you noticed one on the other end of the street.

You let out a breath, and started walking towards the small store.

You were almost there, when you overheard a gasps, escaping a few young girls. You slowed down and listened to their conversation.

"Did you see him?"

"Yes, I did. Do you think it really is the Prince?"

"Of course he is! I mean, look at him. I'd recognize the hair clip everywhere." You frowned a little, when you suddenly realized it. You stopped walking, and felt hot wave running down your back, and liquid running down your leg.

You carefully looked down. It was clear.

You turned around, and - damn it! - your eyes locked with Kili's in the exact moment.

He started walking towards you. You clearly recognized happiness in his eyes, and relief.

"Y/N, where have you been those past months? I was worried about you," He said, and when he was near you, you recognized even the wet shine in his chocolate eyes. You felt sudden rush of guilt.

He must have notice the guilt on your face. Kili frowned a little, when he took a notice of your belly, under the dress.

"I-you..." You noticed it. He was holding back tears. You shook your head, as you tried to hold your own.

"Kili, it isn't like this...please trust me!" You felt another wave of heat running down your back, and stepped forward, but sudden dizzines made you take wrong step. Kili quickly catched you.

"Kili, I-this is, uh..."

"You moved on," he said. You shook your head.

"No, it's...you are the father," you said, but didn't notice what was his reaction, because suddenly, you realized what was going on, as you were holding your belly.

"I need to get back, and find a healer and midwife," you let out through your gritted teeth.

"We will get there quickly," Kili let out, and you had a feeling.

"Don't you dare to faint!" You let out.

Kili helped you to get back. You noticed Sigrid, and told her to quickly find healer. She didn't ask anything, and quickly runned away. You let out a groan and gripped Kili's arm.

"Lady Y/N, we need to get you to the room prepared for labour," the healer said, and checked on your belly.

When you got there, and changed into simple gown, you laid down as the healer told you.

Kili stayed there, and you were gripping his arm and hand.

"I'm not fucking letting you to sleep with me ever again," you said through gritted teeth. Kili took a shaky breath, and you shot him a glare.

"Don't you dare to faint, Kili Durin! You did put this baby inside me nine months ago, so now-"

"This is just the pain speaking from Lady Y/N, Prince Kili. Don't take it personally," Kili gulped and nodded.

"You're doing great, love," he said carefully. You let out a huff.

"I didn't finish! Now you will deal with me breaking your arm, because it hurts!" You almost yelled at him.

"I can see the head, my Lady!" The healer smiled.

"With this next contraction, you will push as much as you can!" The healer said.

"Okay, one, two, three-push!"

"You're doing great, dear. The baby is almost there," Kili tried to cheer you up.

"You have no idea how painful it is!" You screamed.

"My lady, this is going to be your last push, are you ready?" The healer looked up at you, and you nodded.

"One, two, three, push!" The healer let out. You gripped Kili's hand, and suddenly...

You heard a baby scream.

"It's a girl!" The healer said happily. You smiled, and let out some happy tears.

"You-you did it!" Kili said, and you wiped off your eyes.

"No, we did it," you muttered, and he kissed your cheek.

"How do you feel, Y/N?"

"I'm okay," you smiled. The midwife checked on you, and handed you your baby.

"Everything seems to be in order," she said and smiled. You smiled at her back. She was there for you for all those months, and you got close.

"Thank you so much," She nodded.

"I'll leave you alone," she said, and left.

You stroke the baby's cheek.

"How are we going to name her?" Kili whispered, and stroke the baby's chubby cheek. You shrugged.

"Well...I'm not sure. I was thinking of Arina," you said.

"It's...it's beautiful name," Kili said, and you realized he was crying.

"Kili...I'm so sorry for...for hiding it from you," you whispered. Kili shook his head.

"Love...it isn't your fault. Can I...can I hug you?" You nodded, and he slid his arm around your shoulders.

"If anything, it's my fault." He muttered.

"I should've known where did you go, and-"

"Shh," you said.

"We can talk about that later. Arina's asleep now."

You were quietly watching the baby. The midwife came back soon, to check on you and the baby, and when she left, Kili spoken up.

"We talked Uncle the marriges out." You nodded.

"You left Erebor by then already. I was looking everywhere for you, only if I knew-" you subtly interrupted him.

"I didn't know either. I wanted to go to Rivendell, but...then, I found out. It would be risky, so Bard let me stay here," You shrugged.

"Do you still want to leave, though?" Kili looked at you with sad eyes, when he looked away from your daughter. You shook your head.

"No." Kili grinned, and gently brushed his hand over your cheek.

"Just for your information...mum was going nuts when she found out about the arranged marriges. She likes you a lot." You smiled, and took Kili's hand in yours.

"Well...let's hope she likes her too," You looked at Arina's sleeping face.

You came back the next day. Kili had to go to Erebor that evening, but in the morning, he came back.

When you entered, you overheard a strong female voice. You quickly realized who was the woman.

"I don't care my brother has a meeting. Go tell him he has to come here. It's a family emergency," she said, and turned to you and Kili.

"Y/N, where have you-oh, who is this?" Dis turned to you, and noticed the baby. You shared a look with Kili.

"This is your granddaughter," You said carefully. Dis looked between you and Kili, and it seemed like most things clicked to her. She smiled.

"Well..."

"Dis, what does that means?" Thorin's voice came from different hall, and you noticed Fili giving you a knowing smile.

"Thorin..." you said, and he turned to you. He seemed to be confused, but then he looked at Arina.

"What does this-"

"Uncle, let's get some privacy first," Fili said.

When you came to library, Thorin turned to you. Dis stood up, as if she would want to protect you.

"Uncle...Y/N and I started courting on the quest in secret. We planned to get married, but when you announced the arranged marriges for me and Fili, we-"

"I left Erebor, because I thought you would never accept me as partner for your nephew, Thorin. I found out I was pregnant, however, I didn't want to hurt Kili's reputation or his marrige, so I never came back to announce it. He met me in Dale yesterday, and I, um...I went to labour." Thorin has been looking at you and Kili. Your body was tense, and Fili, Kili and Dis were ready to protect you any moment.

Thorin slowly closed this eyes, and placed his face into his palms. When he looked up again, he let out a sigh.

"Fili, Kili, sister, leave us alone."

"But Uncle-" Fili said, but Thorin shook his head.

"I said, leave us alone. It won't be long." They three left, and you were a bit afraid.

"Kili is a prince, yes. But, he is also a dwarf, who needs to have someone who he is happy with." Thorin said, looking away from you.

"I noticed, of course. You make him happy, Y/N. I thought it was just childish love, that you would leave, and it would break Kili's heart. I owe you honest apology, Y/N. For thinking you wouldn't take his love seriously." He looked at you, and you let out a small smile. You nodded.

"Apology accepted, Thorin. Courting Kili makes me incredibly happy, and I am honored to say he is my lover," you said, and Thorin looked at you.

"Well, and when it comes to, um...you staying, you can stay here. If you would like to."

"I'd be very thankful."

A few years later

"Fi, look!" Kili said, as Arina walked towards Kili, again. She was giggling, as her father was dancing with her. You laughed.

"Kili, be careful!"

"Daddy, look!" The little girl pointed to a butterfly, who sat on her dress.

"Yeah, it's beautiful," Kili said, and she pouted.

"Don't move, or it will fly away!" Arina let out, and let the butterfly gently walk on her palm.

"Uncle, look, I got a butterfly!" Arina showed it to Fili, who nodded with nervous face.

"Oh, it's beautiful, Ari. Would you put it, um, a bit away from me, please?" She put the butterfly on a flower, and Fili let out a breath.

"I'm sleepy, mommy." She came to you, and lean her head on your shoulder.

"Ari?" A little boy came, and the girl jumped up with grin.

"Vili!" She squealed, and started tickling her cousin.

"Granny!" Arina gasped, when she noticed Dis.

"You are growing up so fast, Ari!" She said proudly, and you two shared a look.

"Aye, that's what she does," Kili let out a chuckle, and gently kissed your cheek.

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The Most Unlikely Thing

A Stolitz Wedding One-Shot

Inspired by this lovely art by @sator-the-wanderer on Instagram (Link at the end)

(Note: This is my first time writing with Helluva Boss Characters—I was worried they wouldn’t be in character, but I hope you enjoy!!)

Most would say a night like this would never happen. That it was one of the many outlandish and downright ridiculous thoughts that appeared within the mind of anyone who knew them. If you said it outloud, you’d get a quick laugh out of the person you told, then the subject would be changed in an instant-as if it was never said at all.

Moxxie had that thought once. Right around 2AM he woke up from an uneventful dreamscape, and processed the thought with every ounce of his intellect. Even after that, it still made no sense. He turned to Millie’s side, taking a deep breath before he spoke.

“Millie? Are you awake?”

His wife stirred for a moment, a small yawn before she responded. “Yeah, Moxx?” She mumbled.

“I...had a weird thought..” He sat up, running his hand through his snow-white hair, soon scratching the top of his head.

“What was it?” She sat up a little, both curious and worried about what he might be thinking.

“Well-” He paused for a moment, giving the room a good look around before he continued. If a certain someone was here, listening, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. “It’s about Blitz and uh...Prince Stolas.”

Millie’s golden eyes widened as her tail started swishing like a curious cat. Any worry she had was gone, now she wanted to know all the details surrounding this. “Well?? Don’t keep me in suspense!” She smiled eagerly, shaking him by the arm a little.

“So like...and this is just a hypothetical..” He chuckled, smiling nervously for a quick second. “I just wondered for a second...well..” At this moment their eyes were locked, Moxxie’s face now torn between smiling or frowning. He had no idea what to feel. “Do you think they could ever...end up like us?”

Millie tilted her head, raising a brow. “Ya mean like...married ‘n stuff?”

Moxxie nodded a few times. “Yeah, Yeah! Do you...do you think-?”

She put a hand on her chin. “Well...I don’t think it isn’t possible. I mean...I’m pretty sure...excluding their little agreement...maybe they do like each other..”

“Do they though?” He started to lay down again, now staring at the ceiling. “I mean clearly Stolas likes him to the point where he won’t stop gushing over him. But...Blitz?”

“Who knows, hon. Blitz hardly talks about how he really feels. Maybe he does. And maybe one day they will…” The last thing didn’t sound so sure.

Moxxie turned his head. “But?”

“All relationships are complex, Moxx. And those two? Hell, it could take them years before they even think about something like that. But then again…”

“What?”

“Sometimes the thing you least expect might happen sooner than you think.”

Moxxie blinked a couple times, squinting a bit. “Sooo...you do or you don’t think they could-” He was interrupted by Millie giving him a kiss on the lips. She turned the light off next, shifting back into her sleeping position.

“Goodnight, Moxxie.”

Moxxie sighed, slowly closing his eyes as sleep began to cloud his mind again.

He still couldn’t believe he actually thought that. Although it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it still surprised him no less. But despite how much he just wanted to forget it, it made him think about what Millie said.

It was true Blitz was starting to show a small glimmer of affection towards the Goetian Prince, especially since the rescue from a few nights ago. The concern and sudden display of power through a demonic transformation was enough to make Blitz gawk at the sight of it. And the way Stolas gently cupped his face asking if he was alright afterwards made everyone else in the room stare, Blitz feeling slightly embarrassed by the whole situation.

Yet it still made him think that maybe...just maybe something like that could happen. But that wasn’t up to him. Whatever they decided would leave this idea, this thought, completely within the hands of faith itself.

And with that, Moxxie fell asleep.

———————

Three years ago, it was never spoken of outside of that one night. And neither of the two had ever acted upon such a decision until much much time had passed. But now the stars were in their favor.

The sky was a dark, beautiful crimson that had mixed with a captivating wine purple. The stars were scattered, dusting the sky and turning it into a dazzling display of twilight.

They had kept it small, the only ones being present were close friends and family—which was basically four people. But it didn’t matter how many people were there, or where they did it. All that mattered was that it happened—which had ended up on the roof of I.M.P’s office building.

The vows had been short, with a few important bits here and there; Moxxie having to be both the one to wed them and the best man to the boss himself. He wasn’t sure he had the exact authority to do so, but both explained it was better than having someone else they didn’t know. Because once this got out, they’d have a whole other thing to deal with. But that was a future problem they would solve when it became relevant to them.

Blitz was given a stepstool so he could reach Stolas without having to stand on the tips of his toes. He didn’t want the stepstool, saying that he’d look like a complete joke. But if Stolas had to lift him up for this part, he would be unable to think clearly from the embarrassment.

Stolas didn’t seem to care how many people were present, or where they decided to host the reception. There was only one thing that mattered in this moment, and the smile of genuine compassion refused to leave his face the entire night. Blitz looking up with him while trying to contain himself only seemed to make him smile more. He was adorable.

Both eagerly waited for Moxxie to finish up, Blitz trying to keep himself from falling off the stool by how much he was moving. Of course he stood perfectly still once he heard the last few words out of Moxxie’s mouth.

“You may now kiss—”

Blitz practically jumped into Stolas’ embrace, quickly locking lips with him as the two slowly started to get lost in intimacy.

The four clapped while giving the newly weds smiles of congratulations. But those quickly faded away when they noticed the two weren’t paying attention anymore. The passionate kissing lasted for almost two minutes before Loona had to break them away from each other.

“Hey, lovebirds. Maybe wait till none of us can see you.” She rolled her eyes, putting Blitz down after basically pulling him off of Stolas.

Blitz put a hand on his head, taking a look around. “Oh shit, I forgot we were doing this.”

Stolas bent over with a light chuckle, booping Blitz’s nose. “-and aren’t you so glad we did, Blitzy~?”

The Imp pushed his face away as he blushed a bit more. “Yeah yeah just…don’t make it a bigger deal than it already is..”

“Looks like someone’s trying to pretend he can’t be romantic for once.” Moxxie smirked, making Blitz turn around in retaliation. His face was now a different form of red.

“Well you know what, Moxxie?! You—!” Then he stopped, biting his lip as he put his accusing finger away. “You…did..a good job…tonight..” He mumbled under his breath.

Moxxie kept smirking, raising a hand to where his ear would be. “Oh, what was that? Could you repeat what you said a little louder?”

Blitz shifted uncomfortably, hoping this was the last time. None of this was like him. And in front of his entire friend circle too!

“You…didagoodjobtonight..” He said it louder as per Moxxie’s request, just a bit faster than normal. Now everyone heard him…however-

“Maybe a little louder…and slower?” He leaned in closer.

“Goddammit, Moxxie! I already held back insulting you just let me have this!” He snapped a little, making everyone else just laugh in response. Moxxie put a hand on his shoulder, his smile genuine.

“Thanks, Blitz.”

———————

The rest of the wedding had lasted a couple hours. Since the group was so small, dancing and talking underneath Hell’s strangely unnatural starlight felt more meaningful.

Eventually, M&M had to leave. But they wished the two best of luck, the wedding present they got the only thing left of them from tonight. Octavia and Loona decided to head inside the office to give their dads space. Now that they were legally sisters, hanging out would feel more genuine. Like you had someone else there looking out for you. Loona now was able to shout anything about being her big sister to anyone who tried to mess with them.

Up on the roof, Blitz and Stolas were laying down on what used to be the tablecloth to the buffet, staring at the stars. Blitz had taken advantage of using Stolas’ chest as a fluffy pillow. It was so comforting, like he could just lay there forever and never get up. But then…something did make him get up. He sat and hugged his knees close, his expression somewhat distraught. His eyes turned briefly to the owl demon, feeling strange.

“Stolas?” He finally broke the silence.

Stolas had already taken note of Blitz sitting up. But he quickly sat up when next he saw his partner’s face.

“What’s the matter, Blitzy? Are you feeling alright?” His questions were genuine, making Blitz feel worse.

“Is this…is this what you want? Do you really want…me?” Something in his voice cracked and that made Stolas’ heart feel a strike of pain.

“Of course I do! Tell me, what brought this on?” He held Blitz’s chin in his hand gently so their eyes met once more.

“It’s…It’s just how we started out. And everything after that…I don’t know why it took me so fucking long to actually admit that I…” He paused. “…felt this way.”

“And?”

“And…I didn’t think that you would actually..! You…You said yes.” His eyes started to water. “Why the hell did you say yes?!”

Stolas pulled him in close, caressing his back. “Because I love you, Blitzy…And you being there all those times, even when I didn’t truly feel this way—it still meant something to me. And I know it meant something to you.”

Blitz let out a crying sound, something he would never do. At least, not in public. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he just felt so vulnerable now…and he hated it. Stolas quickly responded to this by cupping his face and lifting it up so they were at eye level again.

The Imp’s lip was quivering and his eyes were bloodshot enough to almost blend in with his eye color. The tears were staining his cheeks, big droopy ones making him look like an absolute wreck. He looked even more embarrassed now than he did before.

Stolas wiped some of the tears away with one of his hands, a comforting smile. “Oh, Blitzy…do you think we’d really be here if I didn’t feel this way?”

He sniffed, trying to contain himself before he responded. “No..None of this would be…” He took a deep breath. “I guess I’m so used to pushing people away I never thought you’d actually stick around.”

Stolas gave him another kiss, shorter than before, but something about this one felt even more emotional than the last. Something about this one made Blitz want nothing more than to be with him. No matter what his fears were telling him.

“I love you, Blitzy…” It was the third or fourth time he had said it tonight, but this time it felt deeper.

“I love you too, Stolas…” He returned the kiss, both landing back down on the floor.

It was at that moment they refused to let this feeling leave them. For even though the memory of this magical night would fly by, they would never ever forget it.

End.

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Hiii! Been delving into Steter now, in the year of our lord 2021, even though I never really did when I was active in the fandom years ago and I was wondering if you'd have some longfic recs for the ship? Like, fics that are Classics(TM)? But happy endings! And I'm not super into those in which Stiles is still underage 😬 do u have any recs? Thanks!

Welcome to the Steter fandom! I definitely have some long fics to rec, some of them are super old lol, and I'll stick to ones around 20k or over, and most of them are finished. And hmm, considering the ship, and a lot of fics like to start off in season 1 where Stiles is still technically a teenager, I'll try to limit these to ones with Stiles being at least 16/17 before anything starts happening, and only 18+ if there's explicit content. I hope that's okay.

drowning in the sea of you by Corpium

Beacon Hills was perfect for Stiles growing up, but now, with werewolves, hunters, and an anxious best friend running around, it's turning into a place too chaotic for an empath like Stiles to handle alone. And pain killers can only go so far.

Wake Me Up by ToAStranger

Stiles has been in a coma for six years. Now he's awake.

Tremors by Corpium

(Stiles has a taste for him now. All Peter needs to do is wait.)

Surviving Peter and the Zombie Apocalypse by Nopennamesleft

Its the end of the world and Stiles has run out of luck. He saves a werewolf from certain death. Will they begin to rely on each other to survive or will the wolf just eat Stiles for a midnight snack?

Bite Down by EclipseWing

In which Stiles is forced to survive the zombie apocalypse with a sociopathic murdering werewolf for company.

as you are by veterization

Stiles runs straight into a tree and suddenly, things are... different. Namely, he's in a world where Peter Hale is his boyfriend.

Call My Name by KouriArashi

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

Devil of Mercy by KouriArashi

Peter's heard people talk about what it felt like when they saw their mate for the first time, from those who actually believe in the mystical bullshit. Like a magnet, like gravity. Peter just feels... sharply curious.

Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby by taylorpotato

Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

Stiles Stilinski, Disaster Chef by Guede

The zombie apocalypse forces Stiles to learn how to cook.

The Will by Guede

We are gathered here today for the reading of Gerard Argent’s will.

On the Importance of Lunar Influences in Gardening by Guede

“Oh, it’s you again,” Stiles sighs. He puts down his basket and drops the bunch of onions into it, and then dusts off his hands. “Can’t you get your own strawberries? I mean, I have it on good authority that wild strawberries? They’re a thing. They exist. They’re out there.”

“But Stiles,” says the werewolf dangling by one foot from the tree, sticky red smears around his mouth and all over his fingers. “Your berries are so juicy, so ripe. Those ones in the woods are mere passing indulgences compared to the royal feast you have in your garden.”

Genii loci Stiles and his father run a community garden, and it’s all good, except for the werewolf who keeps sneaking over the fence to raid Stiles’ strawberry patch (and the hunter who’s constantly hanging around his father).

Runes and all kinds of things by FeelingsDusk (WIP)

Enough is enough. Stiles is tired of being always a last choice when he always tries to do his best for his precious people, so they better get their act together or face being left behind.

The things in the Argent's basement get nearly fatal, the Sheriff finds about the supernatural, Allison can have a wicked, wicked mind and Peter Hale appears to be everywhere.

Oh, and Stiles can't seem to stop breaking the laws of physics with his magic.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise by neglectedtuesday

In the beginning, there are three absolutes.

One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal.

Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary.

Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous.

Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other.

Three absolutes.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn

Stiles doesn't mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn't mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride's uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn't like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

Infinite Space by DiscontentedWinter

Stiles needs Peter's expertise to help stop the latest threat to Beacon Hills. And, as the pack falls apart around him, he might even need Peter for more than that.

Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

Open Wounds by Guede

Talia got out of the fire with Peter, but everyone else died. Years later, they’re still struggling with injuries, but they’ve at least settled in with oddball werewolf Stiles. And then other werewolves start showing up. Familiar ones.

Bittersweet Creek by Guede

When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.

For Great Justice! by Green

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he's waking from his catatonia.

"Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you."

Bone Deep by ShippersList

A body in the woods, a mate, and a long-awaited revenge.

Peter had no idea how his life would change when he followed the strange pull in his chest.

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

Soothing the Burn by Therapeutic_Steter (WIP)

Peter is burnt out and breaking down. Stiles notices and offers him solace, along with the one thing he wants most: Pack.

Til Death by Bunnywest

“How long do we have to find him someone?” Stiles asks. “Two weeks,” says Derek, eyebrows pulling down even further. The fierceness of his expression tells Stiles just how concerned he is. “He marries, or he goes to the camps. And you know what your father told us,” Scott reminds her. The camps……aren’t camps. Peter either finds a wife, or he dies.

Ink Blossoms by Triangulum

"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.

"Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

"Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."

"To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."

Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.

"It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.

"Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.

After You by FlyAwayMeow (rjaejoo)

It’s true that sometimes what you want the most, you can’t have and that you’ll miss what you once had all along when it’s finally gone.

After breaking his engagement to Chris, Peter heads to New York to start over. He meets Stiles, a young author at his publishing house who helps him piece his confidence back together. When tragedy strikes, he discovers how to finally let go of his past and have the family and future he's always wanted with the pieces already in his life.

love me lights out by veterization

Stiles and Peter get snowed in together. (Or: what happens when you accept phone calls from people you haven't spoken to in over five years.)

Uncle Peter Doesn't Date by Mellow (SweetCandy) (WIP)

“Oh don’t lie, you love it.” Peter purred and winked at his newest arm candy, who spluttered for a few seconds, before blushing like a 16 year old virgin. Considering how young he looked Laura wouldn’t be surprised if he was actually 16. “Shut up Peter!” Bambi squeaked, still flushing and averting Laura’s eyes. “Well, anyways, I’m,” ‘Bambi’. “Stiles. Stiles Stilinski, pleasure to meet you- again.” Stiles smiled sheepishly, obviously nervous. Stiles Stilinski. Definitely a stripper then.

Or: Laura was prepared for whatever piece of armcandy her uncle had decided to show up with, what she hadn't been prepared for was Stiles Stilinski...her uncle's boyfriend.

Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363

Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs.

Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable.

Stiles is sixteen when he's captured. Stiles's first thought is, "I won't die here."

Baby Whisperer by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

“What. Is that.”

Scott looked up at him, apprehensive.

“Her name’s Lily.”

Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose.

“Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-”

“Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.”

“Who the fuck is Becca?!”

Sacrificial Lamb by Bunnywest

The Alpha has a scruffy beard, unkempt hair and dazzling blue eyes. The scar on his face is raised, running down his cheek like a twisting, gnarled rope. Stiles knows that it came from the blade of Kate Argent herself, and that the Alpha got it fighting in the battle where Kate killed his lover, cutting his head clean from his neck, if the stories are to be believed.

The Alpha lets Stiles look his fill, before indicating that Stiles should take the other couch, and Stiles does so, his father’s words echoing in his ears. He can do this, can be pleasant and amenable. The lives of his people may depend on it. The Alpha spends long moments surveying him, before saying, “I like you, Stiles.”

You don’t know me, Stiles wants to blurt out, but he bites his tongue.

The Various Triumphs of Mischief Bilinski by Whispering_Sumire (WIP)

"Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind.

Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling.

Chris cocks his gun.

"You killed my father," he says.

"No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity.

"What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar.

"I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?"

[Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]

A Curious Magic by Triangulum

Overall, Stiles is very well-known in the supernatural community. It’d be hard not to be, not with how his reputation has grown like wildfire. He knows and is on good terms with nearly all the fae that reside in the preserve, the asrai that live deep in the lake, the Ito pack, the vampire couple that lives over in Beacon Valley (they buy an ethically-sourced food supply from Stiles), as well as almost every other supernatural entity in the area. But Talia Hale doesn’t like him, and a werewolf pack tends to do what their alpha tells them to.

So it’s a definite surprise when the wards at the edge of his property trip, the tingling down his spine telling him it’s a werewolf, the lack of burning sensation letting him know there’s no hostile intent. Stiles, in his office in the second floor turret, sets down the amulet he’s packing up for Marin and moves to the large window overlooking the front of his property. He’s expecting to see an Ito packmember, even though they nearly always call in advance, and is surprised to see a man that he recognizes as Talia’s brother, Peter.

Light in the Dark by cywscross

It still surprises Stiles sometimes, how easily he’s adapted. Seven months in a world filled with train tracks and soul-sucking fae, and it feels like he’s never known anything else.

Or, the one where diverting the Ghost Riders from Beacon Hills to prey on a different town only succeeded in setting them free.

Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner.

Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run.

He doesn't expect to have company.

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