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andypantsx3 · 3 years

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LAY LOW (TAKE IT SLOW) | 3 | HAWKS x READER

pairing: Takami Keigo (Hawks) / Reader

length: TBD, est. ~20,000 words / 7 chapters

summary: What even was the right google search for this situation? How do I sew someone back together without passing out? How do I not barf on the pro hero I’m stitching up?

(Or, Hawks’ game of double agent lands him in the shaky hands of one (1) very unequipped English major.)

tags: romance, hurt/comfort, canon divergence, give Hawks a fuckin break pls

warnings: canon typical violence, blood, medical stuff, eventual smut, manga spoilers

Hawks was still deeply asleep by the time you woke up.

His chest rose and fell in slow, heavy breaths, and his body was a long, lean lump under your ugly floral blanket. He still had his feather clenched tightly in his fist, but his face was slack, soft and open with sleep. He probably still wasn’t out of the woods yet, but he seemed to be doing okay, no signs of pain creasing his brow, no hesitant hitch in his breath.

You rose from your nest of blankets on the floor, stretching. It had gotten dark again while you slept, the sun’s final rays peering weakly over the top of the neighboring building to paint your apartment a deep crimson. You shuffled over to your cramped little kitchen and flicked on the light, your stomach growling.

You realized you’d forgotten to feed yourself in the chaos of your morning, and you scarfed down a granola bar with all the voracity of a rabid racoon in the trash. Then, sated, you collected the ingredients you’d need for a more substantial meal. You eventually decided on a soup.

It was nice to do something with your hands, and the familiarity of easy tasks like chopping and stirring soothed you. You kept a vague eye on him, but Hawks didn’t rouse as you worked, and soon you found yourself with a steaming pot full of warm, fragrant broth, thick with vegetables, shreds of chicken, and two mismatched kinds of noodles where you’d stirred in leftover pasta shapes.

You hoped Hawks liked chicken noodle.

Since he was still asleep, you felt a little aimless, so you poured yourself a mug of soup and brought it back over to eat at the coffee table. Then you set up your laptop, rifled around in your backpack for your books, and settled in to do some homework. It seemed kind of a ridiculous thing to be doing when there was a wounded pro hero not two feet away from you, but you were at a loss for what else to do at the moment.

It was strange to be thrust back into the sheltered kind of world that you’d inhabited before last night, but all your old anxieties sank back in with ease. When things were due, what some text or another meant, what your professors would be grading on, and the stomach-churning question that had haunted you all through this semester—what would you do after graduation? Get a job? What kind of job? Go to grad school? But grad school for what, exactly?

You managed to finish up several assignments, shooting them off to your professors along with a message to let them know you’d miss class tomorrow. You were just working your way through a particularly knotty passage in Beowulf when the skin on the back of your neck prickled.

You looked up to find Hawks watching you, those golden eyes unnervingly intent.

Your stomach flipped.

“Hi!” you said, then winced at your own volume. “Uh, I mean—hey. You’re awake! How are you feeling?”

Hawks’s mouth twitched into a smile, crooked and unreasonably dashing for someone both injured and swaddled in the earth’s most heinously floral throw.

“Better than you, maybe,” he said. “You looked like you were being tortured just then.”

You looked back down at your book, the nearly incomprehensible twists of Old English staring back up at you. “Maybe a little,” you admitted.

His grin went wider, and you flushed despite yourself. “That bad?”

“Worse than you can imagine,” you said.

The intensity of his golden stare softened a little, and he shifted, stretching slowly and carefully until the pull on his stitches made him wince. He let out a soft exhale.

You groped around for something to say. “Do you maybe want food? I made soup—not sure if you like that?”

Hawks visibly perked up. “God, yes. And a shower?” he asked eagerly.

You nodded, feeling silly. Of course you should have offered him that as well. You’d done your best to get all the blood and grime off of him, but there were places you dared not touch, and there had been nothing to be done for his hair—the feathery, fluffy strands were still dark with sweat and dirt. Of course he’d want a shower.

“Definitely. Can I, um, help you over to the bathroom?” you asked.

Hawks’s fingers twitched minutely over his feather, but he nodded.

You went to him, crouching down to slip an arm under his shoulder, minding his stitches. He was obviously doing his best to bear his own weight, but he was still heavy as you pulled him up and guided him to your tiny bathroom. You left him leaning on the sink while you ran the shower, a scruffy pile of sleek muscle and wrinkled blankets.

“So what’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked conversationally while you dug around under the sink for a towel and a spare toothbrush. You startled and bashed your head on the counter, letting out a grunt. That pet name again.

God, his casual charm might be even more dangerous than his quirk.

“Y/N,” you replied, then slipped back under his arm to help him over to the shower. “You don’t, um, need me to—? While you shower—?” You floundered for the right terms, unwilling to say that you’d help hold him up while he was showering and therefore straight up naked.

Hawks chuckled. “I think I can manage.”

You let out a sigh of relief, and his grin widened. “Great,” you said, “I’ll, uh, be right outside if you need help with anything.”

Hawks watched you for a brief second, his amber eyes finding yours, and then his smile went a little softer. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

You ducked out of the bathroom before you could embarrass yourself further. After a couple of moments, you heard the rustle of clothes and blankets hitting the floor and the shnnk of your shower curtain being pulled back. You waited a few minutes. When there was no sign of Hawks falling over and killing himself in your shower, you retreated into your bedroom.

You tried to distract yourself by digging around in your drawers for a change of clothes that would fit him, but it was kind of hard to divert yourself from the realization that he was awake.

Worse news, he was very charming when he was awake. You’d been very unprepared for the whole stitching him back together thing, and the making sure he didn’t die thing, and you did not doubt you would be similarly unprepared for the dealing with him while he was awake thing. You were a book nerd whose confidence with the male gender at large typically depended on a great deal of inebriation. You were not ready to deal with an apartment full of handsome pro hero.

You unearthed a sweatshirt that looked like it might fit him, and an ancient pair of sweatpants that had been too long for you. You tried very hard not to think about the absence of suitable underwear for him.

The water turned off in your bathroom just as you approached. You knocked softly, leaving the clothes just inside the door for him, and then leaned against the wall to wait.

It took him a while but Hawks eventually emerged, and you immediately had to choke back a laugh.

The sweatshirt fit him fine, if slightly tight around his broad shoulders, but the sweatpants were comical. They sagged loosely around his slim hips but stretched horrifically tight around his muscular thighs, and they cut off mid-calf like a pair of middle-aged lady capris. He wore them low, and had clearly done the best he could, but he still kind of looked like he was wearing a diaper with matching leggings.

His smile was a lazy, masculine sort of thing. “It’s a good look, right?”

“Oh my god. It’s definitely something,” you laughed, unable to help yourself. “I’ll go out and grab you actual clothes in the morning.”

He grinned, and let you help him back over to the couch, picking his way gingerly across your living room where he collapsed back onto the couch, breathing out a sigh of relief. You went and fetched him a cup of soup and some water, then piled more of his raisins and juice in front of him.

“You sure know how to spoil a guy, sweetheart,” he said, watching you with one fluffy eyebrow cocked.

You managed to back away without dropping the juice. “I would taste the soup before you make any kind of commentary.”

He didn’t look like he minded it, though. He ate slowly at first, but quickly seemed to realize he was starving, shoveling down spoonfuls so enthusiastically you were afraid he might tear his stitches. He polished off another bowl after that, and scarfed down his raisins and juice too.

“So you’re a student?” he asked conversationally, gesturing to the book you’d abandoned on the coffee table. “You didn’t look like you were reading for pleasure.”

You grinned. “Yeah, last semester of an English major.”

“Nice,” he said. “What do you plan to do after that?”

And there it was again. The dreaded question of what to do after college.

“Uh, I’m not really sure yet,” you admitted. “I’m having trouble finding inspiration. I can’t really seem to narrow in on what I want.”

Hawks nodded, and you felt a little foolish admitting as much to a man who’d already been working professionally four whole years, who’d trained for the better part of his life in order to make a dream happen, and who had seen instant and well-deserved success. And speaking of his hero career...

You watched him carefully as he went back to eating, an uneasy feeling creeping back over you. Now that he was up and coherent, you thought you deserved answers—how exactly had a pro hero come to be bleeding to death on your street, and why was he refusing any sort of medical attention from a professional? What was going on with him?

Hawks seemed to sense your unease. His eyes kept flicking up to yours curiously, and eventually he set the empty raisin box back down on the coffee table, and said, “You want to know what happened.”

It wasn’t a question.

You nodded and some of the cheer vanished from his expression. The air in the room went slightly tense as he took a couple of moments to consider things.

Finally, he settled on, “I was ambushed. Some guys got the drop on me.”

Those must be some guys, you thought. Your first question was where they were now, if they hadn’t been in the alley with him. You’d seen the bloodstains all down one wall, he had clearly fallen from somewhere above, so he probably hadn’t been attacked in the alleyway. Which left the question of whether he’d killed the men who’d attacked him, where they were now, and who they even were to start with.

The vagueness of his answer didn’t sit right with you, though, and you realized this addressed none of why he couldn’t go to the hospital.

“You said—they were watching the hospital? Who is they? And how would they know which hospital you were in?” you asked. You imagined a villain organization, even one like the League of Villains couldn’t have a network of contacts so extensive that they could have eyes and ears in every single ward of every single hospital. Not to mention private hero facilities like Hawks’s own agency, or UA. They had Recovery Girl there—why hadn’t he gone there?

Hawks watched you for a long minute with a frankly chilling intensity. There really was something raptorial about his gaze, and you felt a little bit like a mouse being tracked through tall grass.

“They have the resources. That’s all I can say,” he said, something final in his tone.

You hesitated a moment, thoughts churning wildly like the waves of an agitated sea, before you ultimately decided not to press him anymore. It was clear he didn’t want to give you the answers you were looking for. Whether it was because you were a civilian or because he didn’t quite trust you yet, you weren’t sure. But you nodded, and Hawks looked pleased.

Then, it was almost like a mask was pulled back up—the tense atmosphere vanished, and he was leaning forward, smiling and boyish again.

“The soup was amazing—I fucking love chicken,” he said, patting the flat plane of his abdomen. You caught a whiff of your own shampoo as he shifted, and a flash of red from the feather you’d given him, now jammed awkwardly between the cushions.

Which reminded you.

“Um, thanks,” you said absently. “Hey, can you use the rest of your feathers once they’ve seen some action?” You gestured again at the trash bag you’d left to the side of the couch. “I brought all of them back for you but I’m not sure if you can…?”

Hawks looked thrilled. Even as you spoke, some of the longer feathers shifted as if blown by a light breeze, shivering, and freed themselves from the trash bag. They floated over to him, some a little wobbly, and you looked at Hawks to find him concentrating intensely.

“I can, yeah,” he said distractedly. “I’m not up to full capacity, though, so it might be awhile before I can get the little ones back in working order.”

“Well you’re welcome to stay here,” you said, the words out of your mouth before you’d even thought them through. “I mean, if you need to. I...I’m still not really clear on why you can’t go to a hospital, or to your agency or something, but you’re, um, welcome to stay here for a while.”

Hawks’s amber eyes were warm when they found yours again. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

He leaned forward then, a calloused hand grasping your own. His touch was soft and warm, gentle where he held you. You stilled, your heart leaping into your mouth, feeling like some idiot gentlewoman of the Victorian era who might swoon at the barest touch of a gentleman.

Which actually might have been understandable if the gentleman looked the way Hawks did.

His steady gaze held yours. “And thank you for saving me, Y/N,” he said. “I don’t know that I would have made it if you hadn’t found me.”

Your entire body went hot and it took everything in you not to jerk your hand out of his grip and curl up like a pillbug. You wanted him to blink, to look away, to do anything that might get his attention off of you.

“It was nothing,” you said. But even as you said it, the words felt wrong in your mouth, like you could sense they weren’t quite right. It was something—something more than just helping an injured pro in a one off patrol accidental.

It was something more than Hawks was telling you, something more than a regular villain group with their fingers in a couple pies.

It was something—and as Hawks released you, leaning back on your couch with another easy smile, you had the feeling you would eventually find out what.

This didn't really do what I wanted it to do, but it was time for me to stop waffling and post!!

I hope you guys liked it!

#hawks x reader #bnha x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks #takami keigo #bnha

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lesser-mook · 2 years

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I Hate Superman

“I hate Superman because he’s boring”

*Multiple Stories where my dude is a family man/Goes through existential Crisis/ Contracted a terminal condition which resulted in his death/ Talks about deep shit like the State of humanity with a Priest/ Loses his powers & still fights crime/ Presses a dude that abuses his child:

Superman 1939 #705

Prevents someone from ending their own life, by showing patience & giving a shit:

Superman 1939 #701

“I hate Superman because he doesn’t train or knows how to fight!”

Superman 1987 #215

Uses super speed to perform multiple flying kicks: Martial arts (Batman)

Action Comics 2011 #13

My personal favorite: Boxing, look at him lean into that punch 👏

Adventures of Superman 1987 #581 :

*Legions more of Panels & scans showing the man knowing how to fight & has trained with other people that are masters of their respective Art*

“I hate Superman because he’s OP!!!”

*Meanwhile most likely has never read Depowered/TRUTH Arc, where the topics were him literally being more human than he already was.

Later on after fighting some punks with heavy weaponry:

Superman 2011 #40

*Probably has never read or heard of “DEATH of Superman arc”, where a character was specifically created to establish (at the time) that Superman CAN be disputed:

*Has to have missed all the instances of him getting nerfed- (or how Clark has mental blocks to suppress himself, basically a self nerf)

or probably has never heard of Shazam, Doomsday, Wonder Woman, Maxima, Darkseid, Parasite, Zod, Mxy, Ultraman, Mandrakk etc:

Characters that can compete with him physically or the latter (Like Darkseid & Mxy):

characters that Supes cannot possibly beat in a straight up fight without trying 110%+ & or HAS to get stronger in order for him to compete-

Superman The Animated Series (Young Superman)

Justice League “Twilight Arc” (Medium Level)

Justice League Unlimited (LVL99)

And even then, Darkseid is no punk just because you got a training arc, this isn’t a Shonen Anime

(where you win with the power of friendship, a pop song, or You Say Run starts playing and a sudden powerup crawls out your ass🌈 )

Superman has to seriously be on his A+ game to contend with Darkseid, if he’s not; He pays for it, and by proxy everyone else if he loses.

And If he has to try that hard against an opponent, then he’s not as OP as you think he is; He’s just way stronger than most.

He’s stronger than your favorite character, for some, that’s the crux of the issue.

They’re sick of seeing his name being the #1, and i get it. I was one of those haters.

And yet, most fight threads you find with a Superman/Super strength archetype- Superman name going to be dropped eventually, people just can’t help it despite complaining about op he is.

And he was est. in 1938, so if you think a character that old isn’t going to be strong af; i don’t know what else to say beside: “Cope”.

Because the ideal that everyone can be a hero, everyone can & should be decent to each other, and do the right thing- will never be obsolete-

Is why Superman will always be relevant.

I’m the most pessimist person i know:

Beyond my own common sense- Superman as a concept, reminds me why i shouldn’t think seeing the worst in everything & everyone is an attitude that’s okay to indulge in. Just cause i’m that way by nature, yet that doesn’t mean it’s okay, cause it’s not.

It can hold you back in life if you indulge in it, it’s okay to accept that there’s some good on Earth without strings attached-

That’s the point of Superman:

An example that we can better; That’s Superman.

Hence why he’s the blueprint of modern Superheroes. Beyond just the power levels, it’s also his humanity that makes him special.

“I hate Superman” 🚮

#superman #respect #dccomics #the man of steel #clark kent #comics #1938 #action comics #lessermook

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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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Hiiiiii! How about a izuku x reader where he spoils her rotten for their anniversary and proposes!!!

Warnings; implied smut (but no smut); fluff!! || Izuku & reader are set for 23 || a lot of dialog

Please enjoy~🍰

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You get soft kisses littering your face the warm morning light.

“Mmmm” you moan from your sleep state

“Good morning beautiful” you heard the soft yet husky voice of your boyfriend Izuku Midoriya. You had been dating for the last 3 years and they have been amazing. Aside from him being the #1 hero and you worrying day and night for him.

Stretching your arms up and around his neck he pulls you closer to him. He leans down and captures your lips in a loving kiss.

“Happy anniversary love, are you ready for today?” he whispered

“I thought last night was our celebration” you giggled remembering the events from last night.

He had taken you out to est and back home for a very passionate night together. Whatever he ate last night, may have given him extra stamina because you may get noise complaints sooner or later. But, it was too good to complain about.

“Oh come on, you’re the love of my life, you deserve more than just a fun night for our anniversary” he flipped you over on top of him so you were straddling his hips “you’re so beautiful..” he said daydream like. He sits up and hugs you tightly. Although there was one more member in the hug

“How about we shower first and,“ you look down quickly and back up to him “freshen up.“ he threw his head back and chuckled lightly

“Yes ma’am” he said a bit sarcastically standing up and carrying you to your bathroom. This would only be the start of today~

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“So, what time are you getting off work today?“ you ask as you start to look for something to wear.

“I don’t.” He said simple as he slips on his black tee shirt

“Huh?” He walks over to you and kisses your shoulder and quietly says

“I took the day off so we could spend it together” you eyes lit up like light bulbs. He barley had any days off and today he finally had one! You turn and quickly jump into his arm with a muffled squeal.

“Alright come on precious,” he said helping you get back to your feet “we’ve got a day ahead of so get ready” You hurried back to you dresser and pulled out your best jeans. Yes, the ones that made everything pop! These are the ones that you always caught Izuku staring at you, at some point.

Throwing on your favorite blouse and shoes you were ready to go. Except, you didn’t know where you were going. He simply took your hand and lead you out of your shared apartment. Walking down the busy streets you had been stopped one or two times, but you didn’t mind.

“Here’s our first stop.“ he said cheerfully opening the door to a pet shop

“Wait but...why? Not that I mind but...“ you were a bit confused as to why this was the first stop.

“Well, I do try and notice things you want so,“ he lead you to a door that read puppy room “I booked us a day so you could come and pick up your surprise“ he smiled. You were in complete disbelief, did he seriously get you a puppy??

You’ve talked it over before but you didn’t think it would happen. Walking into the puppy room he leads you into a small office where a kind looking lady was waiting. She held a small chubby puppy. It’s ears floppy and seem to large for it’s head. It’s coat was a beautiful black and white with some brown splashes here and there.

“Hello Mr.Midoriya, and this must be your girlfriend“ she welcomed you with a handshake before handing you the small creature “and this, is Bailey your newest puppy.“

“W-wait he’s really ours?!“ you ask sounding like a small child

“All ours babe“ he brought you into a hug and kissed the top of your head. The lady then handed you a collar and leash and wished you a good day. So, you walk out of the shop with a new member to your family and a happy heart. He was just a sweetheart! The way his little tail wagged and hop he practically hopped along the side walk.

As you walk down the street you pass a flower stand where Izuku stopped to buy you some sunflowers, your favorite. They smelled just as lovely as they looked.

“Hey are you feeling hungry?“ he asked as you turned the corner “I’ve got another surprise for you“ he then pointed up to the building of your favorite place to dine. It was also an expensive and exclusive restaurant. You’ve come once or twice on behalf of the city as a gift to Izuku. The other time was when All Might had invited you to dinner

“Izuku, this must have been so expensive! You know how I feel about that!“ of course the perks were nice but you didn’t like him spending so much on you. You felt bad and wanted to pay him back with something just as extravagant.

“I know sweet but,“ he raises your chin to look at him “I also know you love coming here and I just want to see you smiling and happy. So don’t worry about it“

Pecking your nose he picks up Bailey and walks over to the receptionist and gives his name and reservation time. He apparently even got the VIP balcony area as well. You would start nagging but, the view was really breath taking and you should be grateful he had this all done for you.

You order your favorite dish and gods was it just as good as the first time. AT some point while stuffing your mouth you caught Izuku staring at you. You felt a dear in headlights with your cheeks full of food and try to swallow what you had

“Am I that funny that you’re staring at me?“ you giggle finally wiping your mouth

“No I’m just...lucky to be able to have you in my life“ he reached for your hand “I know being with me isn’t the easiest thing but I really do love you Y/N. I couldn’t imagine being without you.“

“Oh, Izuku.“ your heart was touched by his words “I love you too“ he leaned over the table and placed a quick peck on your nose, his favorite spot. You both sat there just holding hands and staring into each others eyes. You know, like the movies.

Suddenly his watch beeped at the time it was sunset, the sky filling with hues of orange and pink. You always loved sunsets, they just made the day magical. Izuku stood up and took your hand, he lead you to the railing of the balcony to gaze at the sky. You were between his arms as you leaned on the railing.

He had one arm wrapped around you and the other on the railing as he held you close. His head rested on your shoulder

“Did you enjoy your day?“ he whispered

“I really did zuku“ you whispered back his nickname

“You know there’s something special on his collar if you wanna read it“ he motioned down to Bailey who sat at your feet. You pick up the warm puppy and flip his collar around until you find a tag. You read out loud

“Be mine forever and I’ll be yours...huh well that’s cute, do you think-“ when you turn to look for Izuku he wasn’t behind you. Instead he was down on one knee with an open box in his hands. You put down Bailey carefully in complete shock of what was in front of your eyes.

“Y/N, my love, my everything,“ he takes you hand in his “You make me the happiest man on Earth. Your smart, kind, and so beautiful inside and out. I only want to give you the world. Just to wake up next to you every morning is all I could ask for. So...will you marry me?“

“Yes!“ you practically scream as you jump into his arms. You both becoming a giggling mess. He sits up with you still straddling his hips, he takes a moment to slip the ring on your finger before capturing your lips. This moment was what you had been dreaming of ever since you were little. Now it was happening with the man you loved the most.

“My everything“ he whispered before kissing you again “My forever“

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I hope this was okay!❤️

#izuku midoriya #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #bnha deku #deku #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha fluff #anime #anime x reader #fanfiction #anime fanfiction

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moony-artnstuff · 3 years

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Holding on where I am able

Erestor/Glorfindel x daughter!reader

Note: First official chapter is here! Thank you so much for your kind comments on the first part, it really means a lot! Like I said before, this is still a work in progress and I’m figuring things out as I go, but I’m really excited to share this. Questions, feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome, as long as it’s respectful of course!

Story: Mitzuki wakes up in a forest with no recollection of how she’d gotten there. As she’s trying to figure out where exactly she is she remembers a terrible fact:

She died.

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She awoke to the feeling of raindrops gently falling on her face. A bone-deep chill followed, and then the pain settled in. Opening her eyes she was met with a grey sky and the thick foliage of trees. The soft drizzle created a pattering sound on the leaves, and the earth smelled of musk and petrichor. Grunting slightly, Mitzuki pulled herself up into a sitting position and looked around. She was lying on the shores of a river, the pleasant sound of flowing water blending in with the rustling of the forest. That’s strange. She didn’t remember there being a forest near when she--

When she--

Oh no...

What the hell happened to me?

Panic started to rise in her chest as Mitzuki looked down at her body. She wore a simple white dress and no shoes. There was mud caked to her hands and feet - which was not a pleasant feeling - and everything felt bruised, but there were no wounds. No indication of her bones breaking as she hit the ocean’s surface, of her body being thrown against unwavering rocks. No signs of her skin being torn open, of saltwater mixing with blood, of her lungs being crushed by the weight of merciless waves--

Nothing. This was her body, but it held no memory of it’s death. And yet--

She remembered.

‘Just breathe’, she told herself, and she let the air fill up her lungs and clear out her mind. The luxury of being able to do so again filled her with so much relief it almost made her cry. A few more breaths of the pleasant forest-smell, and she could feel her heartbeat slowing and the ringing in her ears quiet down. ‘Just breathe… what can I see?’ Once again she looked around. Aside from the occasional bush, a few flowers and many, many trees, she didn’t see anything that could help her situation, until she looked up. Big black clouds of smoke rose up from somewhere in the forest, indicating that something was burning, and where there is fire, there are people. Pulling herself up she immediately fell down again, letting out a strangled yelp.

“Damn legs...” Carefully she stood up again, and with wobbly steps made her way into the forest, following the rise of smoke.

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It was a village. Or at least the remains of it. From the bush where she was hidden she saw half-burned down houses and shattered glass on the ground. Several items - was that a sword? - littered the streets and all was deathly silent. ‘How strange’, Mitzuki thought, ‘everything looks so medieval’. As quiet as she could she crept out from behind the bush and made her way down to the streets, careful not to step in any shards of broken glass and checking every corner to see if she could find people. She had to stifle a yelp when she stepped on a sharp rock, cursing under her breath as she grumbled to herself that - although she wasn’t certain whether or not she had been wearing a dress when she had drowned, she most definitely had been wearing shoes, so where had they gone off to?

Then she heard voices. A soft murmuring from a few streets further down, and as she rounded the last corner and peaked from behind the safety of a half-burned down wall, the sight she was met with made her stomach turn. There, in the middle of a square was a pile of disgusting looking creatures, with deformed limbs and black-greyish skin. The part of their eyes that should’ve been white was yellow, and the unseeing look on their horrifying faces made her skin crawl. Smoke rose from the pile, and as the stench of burned, rotten flesh hit her nostrils Mitzuki had to fight the urge to vomit. Surrounding the pile of… creatures, a small group of people were discussing something. They wore strange clothes and carried swords, and all of them had long hair braided tightly onto their heads.

‘Did I stumble across some renaissance fair?’ That would have been pretty cool though, she had always wanted to go to one. Then all of the sudden one of the men turned his head and looked her straight in the eye, making her freeze in her spot.

Shit.

The man said something to his companions, and then they all started making their way towards her with very real, very sharp looking swords in hand.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit--

Stumbling back and tripping over her feet in her haste, Mitzuki quickly tried to get away, but froze again when she felt her back hit something solid and alive, something that most definitely wasn’t there a minute ago. Spinning around and looking up, her gaze was met with sapphire eyes and a stern face. Before her stood an incredibly tall man, dressed in leather armor made for riding, a hand resting firmly on the pommel of his sword and a head of long braided curls that looked like they were spun of gold. He was gorgeous… but also way too close for her liking. Behind him stood a group of people who were dressed in a similar fashion, and she could hear the footsteps of the other soldiers coming closer. Before she knew it she was surrounded, pressed up against the wall and fists up in the air, ready to fight whoever decided to come closer--

-- but no one moved. Mitzuki looked back at the man she had bumped into, and saw that his previously stern face had turned into a smile (which made him look unfairly beautiful, but okay). He pressed his hand to his chest and then extended it to her, saying something that sounded like a greeting, though she could not know for sure as she didn’t understand a word of it. At her lack of response, the man raised an eyebrow though the smile never left his face, and he spoke again, slower this time.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Mitzuki responded, and the man looked at her confused. A soft murmur started between the soldiers surrounding them, people glancing at each other as if to ask what was going on, before they were quickly silenced by the blond man raising his hand (Mitzuki guessed he was their leader, then). Once again the man said something to her, though the words he used seemed to be of a different language, a more flowing one than the one he used before. She still couldn’t understand him, which did not improve her mood, but perhaps he could understand her if she--

“Sprechen Sie Deutsch?” At her attempt to speak German the man looked even more confused. Surely her pronunciation wasn’t that bad?

“Est-ce que tu parles français?” Once again she was only met with confusion, and people started murmuring again. In one last hopeful attempt she tried;

“Anata wa nihongo o hanasemasu ka?” Nothing. Someone stepped forward - a woman, now that she looked closer - and started conversing with the blond man, again in that flowing language she couldn’t understand. Now Mitzuki really started to panic. She woke up in a strange place with no idea how she had gotten there, then found a burned down village that looked way too medieval for the 21st century and now she was surrounded by a group of strange people playing a dress-up game, speaking in a language she couldn’t understand! They had not yet made a move to harm her but that could change any minute, so she kept her guard up, purposely ignoring the voice in her head that said that fighting a group of people who were all at least two head taller than her and carrying swords with just her bare fists was probably not going to do her any favors, but that didn’t matter.

The blond man had turned his attention back to her, and with his hands raised, palms facing her he slowly made his way over. She scowled at him, but that just made him smile. He kneeled down in front of her, patted his chest and said;

“Glorfindel.”

What??

He patted his chest again, “Im Glorfindel.” ‘Yeah buddy, I understood you the first time. It’s just your name that surprises me’, she thought, because seriously? Glorfindel? Named after one of Tolkien’s heroes? Oh wait, now he was pointing at her. Did he want to know her name?

Oh. He did.

“I-- uhm… I’m-...” Mitzuki hated how pathetic she sounded in the face of such a simple question. What is my name? She knew her name, of course, but for some reason she couldn’t get the word past her lips. Mitzuki. It felt so… distant. Like it wasn’t really hers anymore. And then the realization hit her again;

I died.

I’m not supposed to be here.

“I… I don’t know.” She did not see the look of concern that passed through the man’s eyes at the slight waver in her voice, and she barely noticed when he wrapped a cloak around her shoulders and then oh so gently pulled her along. As they joined the group the blond started to give out orders, and within a minute they were on the move, making their way out of the burned-down village and into the forest. It didn’t matter where they were going, not really.

This isn’t real. Mitzuki could feel a lump form in her throat.

I died.

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@luna-xial @tolkien-fantasy @guardianofrivendell @awkwardkindatries @aduialel @kumqu4t @trxblemaker @asraime @aduialel @legolasoftherings @miriel-estelwen I hope I’m not bothering any with you with tagging you again, it’s just for this chapter, but I you don’t mind reading this - you’re not obliged of course - I would love to hear your thoughts and feedback! Constructive criticism is welcome.

#Holding on where I am able #Erestor/Glorfindel #erestor/platonic!reader #glorfindel/platonic!reader #found family #lord of the rings #the hobbit #oc story #tolkien oc #moony's oc #mitzuki

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red-cape-morgana · 3 years

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Fiat Lux

Everyone sees the girl of steel as an almighty, indestructible being. But before being a hero, she is a person, and this implies some quirks. Some fears as well.

Chapter 1

(Ao3)

“Oh here you are!”

Kara opened her eyes to see a not so happy Alex standing in front of her, decked out in her biker attire. Which of course, considering the rebellious side of her sister’s personality, was mostly black leather.

She had not even taken the time to store her helmet properly, and was just waving it in Kara’s direction, in a sort of accusatory way.

Okay, it means that she was either in a hurry or stressed. This isn't good for me. And right now it looks more like she is ready to knock me out, Kara thinks with a bit of apprehension.

Sure, she is a kryptonian under a yellow sun, and this helmet would not hurt her in any way. But she would feel the wack, and Kara also worries of what the people nearby would think of the whole scene.

“Hello Alex” she said with fake enthusiasm, “You arrive just at the right time. I was about to go to Noonan for some caramel mocha. Wanna tag along? It’s all on me”.

Humans say that the way to one’s heart is through one’s stomach. This should work, right?

Alex passed her hand through her hair, trying to diminish the mess made by her helmet. Kara is almost sure she heard her mumble something along the line of “I am too old and not paid enough for this…”, before she sat down on the bench to be at eye level with the blonde.

“Listen” the redhead started, after having gathered her thoughts.

“I understand that it’s spring, and the weather is nice, and all that. We all got through that incredibly gloomy winter. But can you just stop disappearing every few hours?”.

Alex pinched the bridge of her nose before adding.

“I know that since Lena and you are dating, It’s unlikely it will get you in trouble. But Nia and I are done with your coworkers calling randomly to ask where you can be at the moment. At least, she has some ground to work from, while I’m completely in the dark of what you’re currently working on at work. I swear one day I’ll end up saying you’ve finally followed your true passion, and are digging some dinosaur fossil in the Andes”.

“Hey! Dinosaurs are fascinating creatures. And I’m sure Lena wouldn’t be opposed to one article, she loves sciences so she should…”

“Kara, this is beyond the point!” Alex interrupted her, clearly not in the mood for some sort of archaeological brainstorming.

At least, Kara had the good sense to appear a bit guilty after seeing her sister fuming expression.

She knew that she was running a bit late on her break, but why was everyone making a big deal out of it? It’s not like she had been abducted (again), or like there was an alien wreaking havoc downtown (again as well).

“Relax, I am just recharging Alex. Everything is fine.” Kara had been peacefully basking in the sunlight as soon as the delivery guy had reached CatCo building with her inhuman order of potstickers and lemonade.

The weather had been incredible the last couple of days, and all the more tempting when she was trapped at her desk, glaring at her computer screen in hope it would get her articles written faster. So, when Lena had said she would spend the rest of the week working from L-Corp, having to meet with some investors for her last est healthcare invention, Kara had seized her chance. There was a small park two blocks away from her workplace, and she intended to get the most out of it.

At least before her sister came looking for her.

I have the feeling that I may end up in trouble after all. I am sure she will dutifully report all that too Lena. those two have been getting along too well lately, now...

“Earth to Kara! Did you even hear a word of what I said?”.

The redhead had snapped her out of her daydreaming by jamming a finger in her side, clearly getting more annoyed by the minute.

“Hey! No need to resort to violence” Kara said while massaging the sensitive spot on her side that Alex had targeted. “And yes, I’ve heard you just fine. I don’t know why you are all making a fuss about it, I was just recharging a bit in the sun…”

"You blew out your power?!" Alex hissed, interrupting the blonde.

She looked around them to make sure that no one could hear them, before scooting over closer to her sister, taking her hands in hers.

“What happened?”Alex asked, searching Kara’s face for any trace of bruises, signs of concussion. “We didn’t see anything out of the ordinary at the DEO. Did someone use kryptonite on you? Those radiations are harder to pick up on but we…”

“Alex. As much as I love seeing you be the protective sister, I promise I’m fine.” Kara chimed in, clearly willing to stop the scientific monologue that was about to unfold.

If she was still the most prone of the two to rambling, the redhead wasn’t that far behind.

“I just wanted to recharge my shoes while there is still sun outside” Kara said, a grin slowly stretching her lips.

“You wanted to recharge what now?” Alex asked, looking completely dumbfounded.

And right at this moment, she shows her her brand new shoes. Pointing down at them, like an over excited kid.

"They glow in the dark, Alex!" Kara says, before getting up from the bench she was perched on, to go in the shade of the tree nearby.

“It was the last pair in my size with that design. And honestly who can say no to phosphorescent accessories? They make every single day a bit more … bright!” She added, laughing at her own joke.

Indeed the soles and laces of shoes start to faintly glow this unmistakable phosphorescent green color. But what really caught Alex’s attention, was the House of El’s sigil, painted big on the sides of both sneakers.

It is said that this day director Danvers took a day off (probably to go to Kelly for some well deserved therapy).

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After having witnessed Alex’s face going through something Kara would describe as similar to a stroke, and then suffering her endless ranting about how she was still a kid, that she should focus on her actual job and some more, she finally returned to her desk.

In her opinion, her sister was overreacting. Sure Kara had been a bit late, but she needed that time off to relax and finally finish her articles. And maybe she had been going out on more errands lately, but a reporter was supposed to be on the field to get some exclusivity, right? The fact that all this slime out would recharge her shoes and ensure they would glow when Kara got back home was just a perk.

Kara bought those shoes for two main reasons.

The first one is that comfort comes before style when you are a reporter. She can walk miles a day when out for a scoop, or when she needs to meet with her sources. And if her super powers prevent her from getting any blisters, they don't save her from discomfort (and workdays are already long enough as they are, she'd like to be able to walk without wincing thank you).

The second reason is that they protect her from the dark. Her passage through the fandom zone had been years ago, sure, but she was only a child back then, and darkness still unsettles her. She doesn't draw the curtains completely shut at night, she keeps her door slightly ajar, ... Anything to not be in the dark. She needs to be able to see things around her, to ground herself and to know she isn't still lost in this endless/timeless zone of the universe.

One last perk? Kids love these shoes and Kara is delighted to see them smile when they see her shoes glowing. Adults would never admit it, but the super see them smile softly to themselves when she passes by.

#well here I am this rambling has now officially become a fic #it really all started because I bought shoes that glow in the dark #would have thought I’d have so much to say about it 😂#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #babbling away #red cape writing #supercorp fanfic

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yourehomesickiunderstand · 3 years

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About/Rules/Verses

Hello, and welcome to my Bofur RP blog. This post is a HUGE wall of text, if you are on desktop and would like to see it a little tidier, please see the separate pages in the sidebar to the right.

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About the Mun

1. Firstly I am over 30, own a house, have a husband, 1 baby, 2 cats, and a wealth of commitments and responsibilities. I will do my best to reply in a timely manner, but will state up front that sometimes life gets in the way.

2. I am in EST and work M-F from 9-5, plus a half hour commute. Please understand that I can not post from work, and will not be posting during those times.

3. In addition, I am Mom to a very active toddler who is my priority over writing and who’s nap schedule tends to dictate when I can post.

4. My native language is English, though I can understand French, and a little bit of Spanish and Japanese. Don’t bank on me carrying on a decent conversation in any of those languages though.

About the Blog

1. When I first set up this blog I didn’t realize that secondary blogs can’t follow back, ask, or submit. My main blog name is Saffity, so if you see that blog follow you, it’s me. If I send an ask or submit, I will mention this blog name so you don’t get confused.

2. My inbox, ask, etc. is open. Please feel free to write me any starters, questions, or whatever.

3. Please send any critiques or suggestions to me. I’ve been on Tumblr forever, but have never really been a poster. If you see me doing basic noob mistakes with my posts that can be easily fixed, please let me know.

4. I will be tracking #yourehomesickiunderstand so please use that tag with our threads.

Mun’s Playing Style

1. I prefer my Bofur straight. I understand Boffins and other ships and have no qualms with them, I’ve been known to enjoy a good fluff fic once in a while, but this Bofur is straight.

2. Please send me an ask or fan mail if you would like our characters to have an already established relationship, I’m totally cool with it. I respond to all cannon characters as known as it shows in the books or movies, but if you are an OC and want something other than a “Nice to meet you” please let me know first.

3. I’m willing to do some fluffies, but not full on smut, if the thread calls for smut (which will often happen), I’ll fade to black when I’ve gone as far as I feel comfortable with. (Don’t worry, I’ll fade when I’m ready, you’ll never get any angry messages from me about going too far.)

4. Bofur here is multiverse, au, indie, whatever you want to call it. I’m sure he’ll fit into whatever crossover or world you decide to drop him in, he’s very easy going after all.

5. I tend to write in the past tense, third person. If you’d prefer a different style, just let me know and I’ll try to accommodate.

6. I’m bad with my images, so bad! I’m still figuring everything out, so if I’ve royally screwed something up, please let me know and I will delete and repost correctly.

7. I am super okay with editing anything I write if it doesn’t jive with your character or where you want the plot to go, please just let me know.

8. I mainly play on mobile, as such, I’m not able to cut my posts down. Please do so whenever you feel the need/want, I won’t be upset.

Head Cannons that go across all verses

1. Bofur has a Northern Irish accent and his hat, always his hat.

2. Bofur has named his hat Bundushathur, which in Khuzdul means “Cloudyhead” and will sometimes refer to his hat as a sleeping rabbit. If Khuzdul does not exist in the verse (like Modern) then the hat is called Cloudyhead and still referred to as a rabbit.

3. Bofur is the everyman, he isn’t special or high born. He is good natured, friendly, and the world’s best wingman, even if it means connecting someone he pines after with someone else. He would rather see them happy and keep their friendship than try to force his feelings on them or lose their friendship because of his pride.

4. The main characteristic about Bofur is that he is unimportant in the hierarchy of society.

Main Verse - The Hobbit/LOTR

Bofur is 4'6" but fairly thin for a dwarf.

Bofur is a dwarf who’s family line comes from Moria. He is of the mining class. He was born and raised in Ered Luin with his brother. Shortly after Bofur became an adult, his parents died, leaving him to raise his brother. Shortly after that, Bifur was injured in an orc attack. Bofur and Bombur took Bifur in, however there were a number of difficult years as they all got used to Bifur’s new personality.

Once Bifur was stable enough, the brothers decided it would be a good idea to head out and find new customers for their skills. They ended up at Bree, opening up a shop to sell Bifur’s fabulous toys, and offer tinkering services.

During their stay in Bree, Bombur got married to a passing female dwarf and moved his overly large family near the shop. Bifur and Bofur live together in living quarters at the back of the shop, Bombur lived with them until he got married.

Bofur travels around Middle Earth, usually west of the Misty Mountains, and most often between Bree and Ered Luin by way of the Shire. He collects supplies, sells wares, and visits many friends and family that are about the lands.

When Thorin calls for assistance in taking back Erebor, Bofur and his kin lock up their shop and head for the Shire.

After the quest they settle in Erebor, though Bofur heads back to Bree to close up their shop and settle accounts prior to settling in for a long life of enjoying his 14th share of the treasure.

Head Cannons that can totally change if my partner is a Bifur or Bombur

1. Bofur’s father was killed in Moria at the battle of Azanulbizar, his Mother died in an Orc attack when Bofur was in his 40s. He has taken care of his brother ever since.

2. Bofur took Bifur in after Bifur was orphaned as well, the three are like brothers, having shared the experience of loss and growing up together.

3. Bombur stopped speaking after their mother died. Bofur’s tried to get him to speak, and has managed to get him to speak sometimes, but usually just small replies and often with much prodding. Bifur and Bombur use the same sign language to speak to each other and those who don’t speak Khuzdul. Bofur takes care of both of them and is the one who speaks to customers.

Modern Verse

High School

Bofur is not popular, though he’s friendly and basically knows everyone. He enjoys shop class, classical music, and historical literature.

Studious and hard working, Bofur can often be found with his nose in a book, when not sitting on the bleachers playing the tin flute he always has on him.

College Student

Bofur is a TA in college. His major is historical literature, and his goal is to eventually become a professor. His passion is delving into historical fanatasy from cultures other than England and Western Europe.

He enjoys learning languages in order to read what he is researching in its original state.

General Modern Adult

In most modern adult verses Bofur is a general labourer, most often a janitor. If he is a teacher, he teaches music and drama.

Ice Cream Shop

Bofur runs a small home made ice cream shop that is part of a coffee shop run with a companion or family member (his partner can be any member of the company). He makes a variety of flavours, and offers lactose and gluten free varieties.

He prides himself on being able to guess his customers’ favourites on sight (like the movie Chocolat).

Marvel

Bofur is a janitor within shield. He can be found on the helicarrier, within the Avengers training base, or basically anywhere the heroes may be destroying things that need to be cleaned up.

While he is quiet and without powers, he has wisdom and a patient ear to lend to those supers who require a moment to vent.

Star Trek

This is the only verse where Bofur stands out. Bofur is a red shirt, but by some miraculous turn of events, he has gone on a number of away missions and made it back alive. Poor Bofur would love to get off the enterprise with his life, and shirt, in tact, but it appears some of the higher officers like to see him lose his mind and suggest him for more away missions, even if only in jest.

Head cannons that exist in all modern verses

1. Bofur and his family are from Northern Ireland, though Bofur travels around, goes to school abroad, and in general can pop up anywhere in the world.

2. Bofur is short for a male - 5'6", with a stocky build, and fairly strong.

3. Bofur’s younger brother Bombur is still at home (or married with kids depending on their age).

4. Bofur’s parents took Bifur in after he got injured during Armed Forces training, as Bofur’s family lives closer to the rehab resources that Bifur requires.

#out of songs

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threeletterslife · 4 years

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Change of Plans

→ summary: So how did you and Seokjin meet? Now that the two of you are engaged, you’re ready to tell your friends the night you were supposed to get laid but didn’t. And it’s all your fiancé’s fault.

→ pairing/rating: seokjin x reader | PG-13

→ genre: 80% crack, 20% fluff | college!au & est. relationship!au

→ warnings: profanity, mentions of hooking up, crude humor, tinder lmao

→ wordcount: 2.5k

→ a/n: guys when i was editing this i laughed at my own fucking jokes ohmygod 🤡🤡

cr.

"So," Jungkook snorts, swinging his arm around Seokjin's shoulder as he looks at the happy couple curiously. "You're getting married."

"Hell, yes!" you say, pumping your fist. "Look at my ring."

Everyone around you groans.

"Y/N, we looked at your ring so many times, I think if someone told me to resculpt it blindfolded, I could," Yoongi sighs. He half annoyedly half defeatedly grabs a can of beer and downs it.

"Shut up, Yoongi," Daehyung says. "Y/N, your ring is beautiful," she gushes. "Yoongi's just jealous because he's single."

"It's beautiful because I helped Seokjin pick it out," Yoongi argues. "Even though I'm single, I have excellent taste."

"You also have a cocky attitude," you giggle, admiring how the sparkling ring fits perfectly around your ring finger. "But thank you. I appreciate the advice you gave my fiancé."

"Can you believe a year ago, I didn't even know your name?" Seokjin laughs, nudging you. Giving him an ungrateful glare, you push him back.

"Wait, really?" Jungkook says, eyes wide. "I thought you guys were college besties."

"No, they met on a hookup app," Daehyung giggles.

"Seriously??" Yoongi says.

"It wasn't exactly a hookup app," you pout. "We didn't even hookup."

"It was too a hookup app," Daehyung says. "Tinder, to be exact."

Everyone except you and Seokjin gasps dramatically.

"Come to think of it," Yoongi says, "you two never told us how you met."

"Yeah, and if we tell you, you're going to embarrass the shit out of me and my future wife when you give the best man speech at the wedding," Seokjin frowns. "I'm not setting myself up for humiliation."

"I promise I'll keep it a secret!"

"Hey, I thought I was the best man!" Jungkook yells.

"You can be the flower girl," you snort.

"What?!" the young bachelor shrieks.

"Can everybody shut the fuck up so I can hear this story again?" Daehyung yells at the top of her lungs.

"Again??" Seokjin says curiously. "When did you hear it the first time?"

"Oh, Y/N was drunk," Daehyung giggles. "When she's drunk, she spills straight up tea."

"Oops," you say when your fiancé gives you a dirty look. "Why do we have to keep it a secret, anyway?"

"Because it's embarrassing."

"Yeah, embarrassing for you. I sound like a hero."

"Y/N saves the day?" Yoongi grins. "And Seokjin wrecks something? What's new?"

"I'm this close to making you the flower girl," the engaged man threatens.

Yoongi shuts up.

"Oh, come on, babe, let's tell them the story," you plead. "It's so funny!"

"Yeah, for you."

"Learn to laugh at yourself, Seokjin," Daehyung chastises. "Plus it wasn't even that humiliating."

"God!" Jin shrieks. "Yes it was humiliating!"

"Shut up, you big baby," you say, patting the head of your soon-to-be-husband. "I'll take the floor now."

"Oh, god," Jin groans.

You grin in response. "Okay, it all started senior year of college... Monday... November 14th, 8:02 p.m..."

"It did not start then," Seokjin argues.

"Stop being so petty," Jungkook snorts.

"Wait, no Jin's right. It didn't start then," you giggle apologetically. Seokjin facepalms. "It started a week and a few days before November 14th."

"Does the date really matter?" Yoongi groans.

"Yes," you, Seokjin, Jungkook and Daehyung chorus.

Yoongi shuts up—for the second time that day.

"Okay, where was I?" you mumble. "Oh, right! It all started..."

Tinder is an annoying bitch.

It keeps pairing you up with dudes you know in your class. You are not going to have a one night stand with a guy and be stuck in a group project with him the next day. You're going to avoid that awkward possibility for as much as you can.

You've used the "dating" app off and on in your college years, but it's never amounted to anything more than craptastic hookups and hectic morning afters. So you deleted it.

Until early November when you had to third wheel Daehyung and her boyfriend to a local fair. You were so bored and desperate that you re-downloaded Tinder and started swiping. There are way too many hot guys on one app. It makes you start to wonder where all the hot guys in your school are.

There are a few guys who match with you, but it's clear that they are massive dodo brains when they start off the conversation with a one-worded 'hi' or 'send nudes plz' or the worst: 'your beautiful.' With the wrong 'your' and all. You don't even answer them.

But one guy's messages catch your eyes.

[SEOKJIN]: Roses are red

[SEOKJIN]: Let's test my luck

[SEOKJIN]: We should get in bed

[SEOKJIN]: So we can—

The unfinished poem leaves you almost choking on your own spit. If that wasn't creative, you don't know what is. After background checking his profile, you realize he's one of those hotties. You wonder what on earth he's doing texting you, but you're not going to miss this amazing chance.

[Y/N]: Fuck?

Seokjin replies about three seconds later.

[SEOKJIN]: Oh no that's so vulgar

[SEOKJIN]: I was going to say cuddle :((

You giggle. Sort of a low-grade joke, but what can you say? You're a complete sucker for those.

It's hard to find men these days who are perfect texters. Most men are dry, sending in one-word answers and letting emojis talk for them. Other men write way too much. Seokjin is right in the middle. Already, he has your attention. (Especially because you like his humor.)

The two of you text back and forth until you're back home in your bed. You would've texted him more but it was 3:04 a.m. and you had class the next day.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach when Seokjin, a complete stranger, mind you, tells you, 'goodnight. sweet dreams.'

What follows is a week's worth of texting. You've been swiping and texting other guys on the side, but if Seokjin's available, you ditch everyone else.

You learn that Jin's a history major and he despises STEM with all of his guts. You let him go on a ten-minute rant on why math should die all because it's adorable how he has so much supporting evidence for his argument. Seokjin had to backtrack and apologize when he learned that you majored in physics, though, which was hilarious. You could feel him blushing via text.

The more you text Seokjin, the more you want to meet him in person. Also, his Tinder bio promises mind-blowing sex, so you're down for that too.

On a fateful day, you finally somehow schedule a meeting with the hot man. Monday, November 14th at 8 p.m. You're to meet at Seokjin's little apartment (which seemed to be in a safe neighborhood). You have fun picking your lingerie with Daehyung. (You kept saying Seokjin would be the type to like pink and lace, but Daehyung argued that he'd like scarlet red and leather. But you kicked her out of your room and chose the pink lace lingerie set anyway.)

It was an understatement to say you were excited about this. You were elated, insanely thrilled. Not only did you find a hookup partner, but also you found a man you could potentially see yourself dating.

Daehyung keeps telling you not to get your hopes too high because in her words, "You've never even met the goddamn dude." But you know a gem when you see one. Unlike Daehyung. She's been off and on with about four different guys since the beginning of college. What does she know about love??

In the end, you want to be more than hookup material to Seokjin. But of course, that would be after you get laid tonight. The flirty wink faces and jokes were indicative that tonight would be a very, very enjoyable night. You just have to get to his apartment on time.

At precisely 8:02 p.m., you knock on his door. Okay, you were going to knock on his door when you originally got there (at 7:56 p.m.), but after consulting Daehyung, she said that it's better to make men wait. For once, her advice kind of makes sense. So you wait six minutes and then knock on his door.

"Oh shit!" you hear from the apartment.

You raise your eyebrows. He was expecting you, right?

"Just a second!!"

His voice is much smoother and more delicate than you thought.

You're dreaming about finally seeing his beautiful face in person when the door opens. Damn. He's really, really hot. You feel on fire just looking at him. But you quickly see that the man is panting. He's also sweating.

"O-Oh, is this a bad time?"

"Fuck," Seokjin curses. He runs his finger through his silky black hair. "Uh..." He trails off, eyes darting below to see just a sliver of your pink lace lingerie set peeking out from under your black coat. He gulps. You can see his Adam's apple bob. He exudes this warm, chaotic energy you wouldn't have expected from someone who looks so well-put-together as him. But you kind of find that hot.

"Okay, change of plans," Seokjin finally gasps out. He tugs you in his apartment and holds out a good stack of papers. "College happened."

You laugh. "What??"

"Okay, remember when I told you I fucking hate math?"

"Yes??" The ten-minute rant—how could you forget something so iconic?

"Well, I made a huge mistake of taking accounting this year and now I'm behind on five assignments that are all due tomorrow—"

"Oh god."

"Don't worry. I'm going to get it all done. So we can uh..." Seokjin glances at your scandalous outfit behind the confines of your coat. "Finish the rest of my poem."

"In that case..." You roll up your long sleeves. "Do you have a t-shirt I can borrow?"

"Y-Yeah," Seokjin says. He dashes away and after a split second, he comes back with a navy, oversized t-shirt. "Here."

"Thank you!" you chirp. "Now," you say, tying your hair up in a messy bun and gesturing toward the heap of paper Seokjin is holding, "I took accounting two years ago, but I'm sure I remember all the essential stuff. Wanna get to work?"

Seokjin looks at you like you're an angel.

"Shut up!" Jungkook laughs so hard he almost falls over. "You're telling me that you were going to get laid, but you got cockblocked by Seokjin's procrastination??"

"Yes! I know!" you snort. "But it's a good thing I can actually do math. Unlike Mr. I-hate-math-so-much-I-barely-do-my-homework, here."

"In my defense..." Seokjin trails off. "I don't have an excuse, actually."

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Did you finish the assignments, though?"

"Why are you guys asking the irrelevant questions?" Daehyung sighs. "Shouldn't you guys ask if Y/N got laid like she was supposed to??"

Seokjin grumbles. "We finished the assignments in three hours."

"We??" you say incredulously.

"Okay, fine. Y/N did more than half of it because I had no idea what was going on."

"And I did get laid!" You pump a victorious fist in the air. "But it was really late and I fell asleep before we even got to the good part."

"So she got properly laid in the morning," Seokjin snickers. "And it was so good she left after having breakfast."

"I think I fell for him because he can cook so well," you laugh. "And he felt extra bad about the night before so he made a three-course breakfast meal."

"Oh my god, men who finesse in the kitchen," Daehyung gushes. "Why haven't I caught a case like that yet?"

"Your personality is your birth control, bro," Jungkook snorts. "I thought you knew."

"I will shove a pregnancy test up your fucking ass," Daehyung threatens.

"How do you know I won't like how that feels?"

"SHUT UP!" Yoongi screams. "DON'T PAINT THAT PICTURE IN MY HEAD."

You and Seokjin give each other another look. Ever since you introduced Daehyung to Seokjin's two best friends, it's been... uh, chaotic. At this point, you're not sure if your friends argue out of pure love or pure hatred.

But the fact that Jungkook uses the same flirting tactics of a pre-teen boy explains a lot about his relationship with Daehyung.

"At this rate, do you even want these people at the wedding?" Seokjin whispers jokingly.

"I heard that!" Daehyung shrieks. "I will be at the wedding whether you want it or not!"

"Don't worry," you laugh. "You're going to be my maid of honor!"

"Whew," Daehyung sighs. "Since I'm your maid of honor can I uninvite Jeon Jungkook for being an asshole?"

"Hey!"

"No, we're putting you two in the same table at the afterparty dinner," Seokjin grins. "And Yoongi, you'll be there to witness the madness."

"Lovely," the sarcastic man gripes.

"Exactly!" you say.

But it is lovely indeed.

You never thought your ability to zoom past accounting assignments would ever come to use. Until Seokjin opened up a whole new door for you. Sure, you wanted a plain ol' hookup, but instead of getting dick, you got yourself a boyfriend. And now a fiancé.

If you think about it, now you have an endless supply of dick—all from the same, magnificent man. So it all worked out in the end.

Before all of your friends leave after the friendly gathering, you tug Yoongi to the side and pay him a hundred bucks to retell the hilarious story in his best man speech. Once money is involved, Yoongi will do anything.

Sure enough, on the faithful day of the wedding, and quite to Seokjin's horror, Yoongi tells the story of how you and Seokjin had first met—leaving out explicit details to save the ears of the older guests. But the story leaves everyone in tears of laughter.

Seokjin is so enamored by the attention that he doesn't even get angry at Yoongi.

"I'm glad I took that stupid accounting class!" he announces at the afterparty. "If it hadn't been for Professor Le Chory and his endless assignments, I would've never met my wife!"

And when the party's over and the two of you go off to your shared apartment to rest before going on your honeymoon trip to Yeousu, Seokjin clears his throat.

"Yes??" you say, giggling as Seokjin shyly fidgets with his hands. "Did you break something again?"

"No!" he says. "I just thought of another poem."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Wanna hear it?"

"Sure. But if this keeps up, you'll become a poet, Jin."

"I know," your husband grins. He takes a deep breath and recites the poem from memory, closing his eyes as he concentrates on each word.

Roses are red,

You are now my wife,

We should sleep in bed,

So tomorrow, and until forever, I'll show you the time of your life.

With Seokjin, life is spontaneous. But you don't really mind. Living in the moment and changing your plans as they go isn't too bad.

Especially when you wake up the next morning and Seokjin announces instead of Yeousu, the two of you will embark on a journey to Jeju instead.

Perfect. You've always wanted to visit Jeju Island.

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the ice will start to break, the day will fade away (10/18)

Summary:

“Have you heard? The Elephant of Caocin has committed high treason!”

From Trikru’s most reputable war hero to Trikru’s most wanted traitor, Kova found themselves stripped of their titles and trapped between a clan that wants them dead and a camp of invaders - the same ones who kidnapped and tortured their brother.

But Kova was willing to do anything to stay alive and keep their family together.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake/Grounder OC

Word Count: 6,363

TW: Wilderness violence, bees???

A/N: Hi again!! Ahh I’m really happy, I think I’ll be able to finish this series by September at the rate I’ve been writing... Anyways, if you’re reading through my blog, the read more does not show up due to Tumblr’s new formatting, so please click on the post itself. I will be updating every Friday at 4pm EST. Enjoy! <333

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x. ireful.

The two entered the dropship simultaneously, but the moment Raven caught sight of Fox and Emmie huddled together, speaking in gentle tones, she sped up. Emmie no longer clutched her stomach in pain, nor was she sweating, but she was still laying in bed. Wells stopped Raven from walking in further, but before she could ask why, he held up a cloth similar to the one he had over his lower face.

Kova and Raven tied their makeshift masks when Emmie called out, “Kova, look! I’m already feeling better!”

Although this was the third time she had interacted with the grounder, Raven found herself surprised at the way Kova’s eyes lit up. She watched as they tied off the cloth in a hurry and sat criss crossed in front of Emmie.

“Let me check.” Kova placed a hand on her forehead just as Raven joined them. “Hmm. Strange.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Fox asked with a worried look.

“I don’t hear or feel any brain cells thumping around in there.”

…

Emmie let out a soft giggle. “You can’t feel my brain cells like that!”

“How do you know?” Although the mask covered half of their face, the three sky people (more importantly, Emmie) could see the teasing mirth in their eyes. “Here, maybe if I try this way,” They flipped their hand and plopped it across Emmie’s forehead, making her flinch and laugh (and cough a bit, but nothing of concern), and touched their own forehead with their other hand.

“How is she, doc?” Raven played along, “Are her brain cells still there?”

“Mn,” Kova closed their eyes and scrunched up their face, as if concentrating hard. “I sense at least one.”

“Hey! I have more than one!”

“Oh, really? Then how come I don’t— Ah!” They exclaimed as quietly as they could without disturbing the other patients. “I feel more brain cells running around.” They took their hand back. “She’s okay, no fever.”

Fox visibly relaxed, her shoulder bumping against Raven’s.

Kova took Emmie’s hand. “Now to see if I can hear your blood cells.”

“Blood cells?”

“Mn.” They wrapped a hand around her wrist, two fingers at her pulse point. “Well, really, I’m trying to hear your heartbeat. Let’s see what your heart says.”

Emmie waited with bated breath while Kova closed their eyes and ‘mn’-ed and nodded a few times, as if they were having a conversation with her heartbeat. “Your heart says… You need to eat more.” They concluded, placing her hand back to where it was. “More vegetables, preferably.”

“Yuck.”

“Yuck? Vegetables are delicious.”

“The ones the older kids make us eat are kinda gross.” Emmie frowned.

Fox flinched, and Raven murmured, “They’ve been eating only turnips and onions for the past few days, so…”

“Ah. I see.” Kova nodded solemnly. “Well, until we can find better vegetables, you must listen to your heart and eat what you have for now, okay?”

Emmie grumbled out an “okay,” and sighed.

Kova turned back to Fox and Raven. “I… will talk to Clarke about this. I’ll see you later, Emmie.”

“Already? Bye!”

Before either Fox or Raven could say anything, Kova stood and made their way to Clarke, who had finished with another patient.

“Hey.” Exhaustion laced Clarke’s voice, and for a moment they wondered if they should ask about this now or let Clarke catch up on some sleep first. Well, best not to beat around the bush.

“Your children are malnourished.” They said quite bluntly. “They are more susceptible to the virus.”

“Oh? Is that’s why…?” Clarke looked over her shoulder to the three new small patient she gained in the past hour. Letting out a heavy sigh, she rubbed at her temple. “Shit. No wonder.”

She heard the click of Kova swallowing before they said, “Let me go out.”

Clarke snapped her head up, her neck audibly cracking. “What?”

“Let me go out. Send me with a team if you have to. I can get you better vegetables than onions or whatever it is you have been feeding them. We can go hunting, bring back meat and medicinal plants, too.” Their expression grew more calculating.

“Medicinal plants?”

“I… will admit I am not the best at making medicine, but I know the process and which plants you would need. It won’t cure the virus, but it’ll lessen the symptoms at least.”

“…I guess this is our closest shot.” Clarke let out a soft sigh. “Ask Bellamy to set you up with a team — the more people you have, the more things you can bring back. Just be back before sundown.”

They gave a curt nod, and after explaining the situation to Wells, they replaced the cloth mask for their brother’s mask and jogged out of the dropship.

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Leaning over the table where he had set up a map of the surrounding area, small twigs representing an unfinished wall, Bellamy had been halfway through the discussion when he noticed a change in the delinquents’ behavior.

Skin shining with a sheen of sweat, Jasper had turned even paler than Bellamy thought possible and kept his eyes lowered, as if all the blood drained away from his face, as if afraid to make eye contact. Bellamy would have immediately sent him to Clarke if it weren’t for others in the room also nervously looking away, averting their gaze from his general direction. Even Miller, who Bellamy had known since the Ark Guard, had grown twitchy and would catch his eye only to look past his shoulder, as if gesturing to look behind—

If Bellamy jolted when he was suddenly face-to-face with a mask resembling a snake, that was no one’s business but his own. He leaned back against the table and let out a harsh sigh, his eyebrows furrowing in anger.

“My apologies,” Kova said, “I did not mean to interrupt, but I must speak with you.”

“We’re busy. You’ll have to wait.” He turned his back towards them, but before he could continue with the discussion—

“It’s urgent.”

Another sigh. He hung his head, then looked at the group. They all seemed to be itching to leave, and Bellamy couldn’t blame them. “Work on what we’ve talked about so far. Once that’s done, come back and we’ll work through the second half.”

Everyone bolted from the table, except for Miller.

Bellamy turned back and gestured for Kova to talk.

“The children and the others in camp are becoming more susceptible to the virus because of malnourishment.” They started off. “Getting proper vegetables, meat, and medicinal plants would benefit not just them, not just the sick, but the entire camp. Clarke said you would set me up with a group of people to go out and forage.”

“No,” was his immediate response. He never thought a blink could hold a weight of judgment until Kova leveled his gaze, fire flaming behind them.

“Clarke gave permission. Unless you prefer I go alone—”

“It’s hard enough getting this wall up with a pandemic running around.” He gestured to the camp around them, to the people lugging tree trunks, rope, and heavy buckets of water. “With the grounders ready to attack at any moment, do you really think I’ll let you go out? Tell her to send someone else to lead the mission, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“Bellamy—”

“The whole point, Bellamy,” They gritted out his name with contempt, effectively cutting Miller off, “is that I am the only one who can recognize and bring back what is needed. And contrary to what you may believe, I do not gain anything from returning to Trikru.”

“And how am I supposed to believe that?”

“Murphy said it himself. They consider me as the scum of the Earth. Not exactly welcoming. Look, at this point, I don’t care what you do. I’m going.” Kova brushed past him and bumped into his shoulder. “Good luck trying to explain to Clarke why I didn’t bring back enough—” They knew it was a mistake when they felt fingers clasped around their wrist.

“You know, that reminds me. I had some questions about that. Elephant of Caocin?”

The same reaction as last time. They froze. Spine popping as their shoulders tensed. Hands shaking and balling into fists — in anger or fear, Bellamy didn’t know, but he felt the back of his hand prickling under their sharp gaze. They angled their head towards him, and to his surprise, their expression behind the mask seemed haunted, not unlike his after he realized how many people died in the Ark because of him. Shaken, he found himself releasing his hold on them.

“What?” He snapped, suddenly uncomfortable. “It’s pretty suspicious—”

“What is, exactly?” One step, two steps forward, and Bellamy felt the angry warmth of their body against his, the two chest to chest. He resisted the urge to reach for a weapon. “What’s so damn suspicious about it, hmm?”

‘Many things, too many things,’ He wanted to say, ‘Why are you helping? Why are you still here? What's with you and Octavia? Everything about you screams suspicion.’ But instead, he fumed in silence at the fact he had to stretch his neck to reach their gaze dead on.

They tilted their head in a way that infuriated him even further, that had his fists clenching, jaw tensing. “I think you’re just upset Murphy knows something you don’t.”

His eyebrow twitched.

“Ah. So that’s what it was.” They nodded, their lips curled back in a mocking smile and they pressed a knuckle against their bottom lip. “If you want to know so damn badly, then I’ll tell you. Elephant of Caocin is a title that had been given to me three years ago by the Commander of the 12 clans. The one you angered. That’s all you need to know.”

Miller thought Bellamy’s jaw would break at any moment. “Based on Murphy’s spouting,” Bellamy gritted out, “it seems to be more than that.”

“And like I said,” they bristled, “that’s all. you need. to know. That title is well over three years old, long before you all came and ruined everything.”

“Meaning?” Faces far too close together, Bellamy could see Kova’s sharp eyes glaring down and clashing against his.

“Meaning the Elephant of Caocin is none of your fucking business. I am going to get those damn plants with or without your help. If you need more proof, I have already snuck out of this camp at least twice since I’ve been here, and Trikru has not shown up at your doorstep.” They continued, despite Miller’s shocked look and Bellamy’s face flushing in anger. “Like I said, scavenging for better food is our best shot at curbing the pandemic. Unless you want more people dying, this is the best way to help them.”

“The best way to help is— Monty?”

He let go of their wrist. They turned just in time to catch a poorly made wooden spear. They unconsciously spun it into the other hand and positioned the pointed end towards the ground between them and Bellamy, who stepped back after he realized his foot was directly underneath it.

Kova looked back to the young boy who threw the spear, and although Kova recognized him as the boy Octavia was talking to the night they snuck out, they eyed the boy with suspicion.

“I overheard everything. What’re we gonna do when the wall is built but there’s no food?” Monty’s voice wavered ever so slightly, but he stood tall with his own spear.

“Then we’ll go and find some ourselves.” Bellamy answered.

“Last time we did that the entire camp ended up high as shit. Miller was stuck in a tree for three hours.”

(Kova glanced at Miller. He covered his face and averted his gaze.)

Monty then turned to Kova and said, “I was… uh, decent in Earth Skills, but it’s not very helpful when all the plants have mutated. I’ll do whatever it is you need me to do.”

“I’ll take as many people as I can get, regardless of skill. Do you know anyone else?”

“We’re going!”

“I-I’m going too.”

The group turned around, and while seeing Finn didn’t shock Bellamy, seeing Zoe with a bright smile and her hand in the air, Drew, and even Fox caught him completely off guard.

He wasn’t the only one. Kova’s eyes widened when they landed on her, barely noticeable behind the mask, but Fox caught it. “I heard your conversation with Clarke earlier. I… wasn’t sure if I wanted to go, but Raven convinced me. I want to help.”

“I appreciate it. Thank you.” They lowered their gaze before turning to Monty. “Are there any big baskets in this camp?”

“I think there’s a couple from when Roma…”

Only Kova and Miller noticed Bellamy’s flinch at the name.

“Yeah, I know Warren and Myles took over her project after she died.”

“If possible, get one per person.” Kova paused. “And two for me.”

“Two? They’re pretty big…”

“Kova,” Finn glanced at their leg. “Don’t forget about your wound.”

“I know. Two for me.”

“I-I’ll go get them.” Fox said.

“I’ll help.” Finn offered.

“We’ll meet you outside the gates.” Kova eyed the spear in their hands. “We’ll have to make do if we want to get fish.”

“Oh, we’re going fishing?” Monty’s nervous smile brightened. “Sweet!”

“I bet I can catch the biggest fish.” Zoe grinned haughtily.

The remaining three delinquents headed towards the gate. But when Kova made a move to follow, a hand held their bicep. They lowered their gaze to the offending limb, then to Bellamy. “Let. Go.”

“You’re not leaving.”

“Like I said before,” They centered their gaze on the wooden gates past his head. “Clarke already gave me permission. If that’s not enough for you, that’s not my problem. Take it up with her.”

Ripping their arm from his grasp, they left without another word, leaving Bellamy and Miller dumbfounded.

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“Alright, gather up. Drew, got your spear back?”

“No, not yet!” Called out said delinquent, balancing on top of Zoe’s shoulders trying to climb a tree. Far above him, his weapon stuck out of the tree’s trunk. “But we’re getting there!”

“Great! Monty, fixed your shoe?”

“I’ll probably end up with a blister or two, but yeah, for the most part.”

“Alright.” Finn clapped his hands together — not too loud, though. He learned his lesson after last time. “Who’s gonna talk to them?”

If the group hadn’t teamed up against him, Finn might have laughed at the way Zoe and Drew froze and looked up/down at one another, while Fox and Monty scratched their heads and faced away from him, acting as if they didn’t hear his question. Instead, he exhaled through his nose — too gentle to be a proper sigh, but too passive aggressive to ignore — and turned around to the fallen log a ways ahead, where Kova had been brooding alone for the past ten minutes, one leg propped up, the other bouncing against the wood.

The scavenger group had only been an hour into their trip when Kova had their outburst.

It all started with Drew. Call Drew whatever you’d like - serious, stubborn, a tad bit overprotective, somewhat of a romantic — but nobody could call him a quitter. And one squirrel in particular had caught his eye when it scurried down from the trunk of its tree, tail swishing, taunting him like the little shits they were.

And guess who fell for the trap?

That is how Drew had gotten his spear stuck in a tree not once, not twice, but three times. And because none of the sky people knew how to climb a tree, Kova had been the one to retrieve it. All. Three. Times. And they weren’t low throws either! Again, no one could call Drew a quitter.

But by the time Kova had retrieved the spear for the third time, face scratched up, twigs and leaves stuck in their dreads, they had given him a sharp look and put an end to his squirrel endeavors.

(He kept a careful eye on the squirrel though. Just in case.)

The group continued. All was well until Kova felt a nagging feeling when they saw Fox reach down and exclaim excitedly, “Oh, I know this plant! This must be Virginia Creeper!”

Now, Kova knew five things about Virginia Creepers.

Do not eat raw, it is poisonous.

Do not touch with bare hands, it is an irritant.

When cooked or used properly, the berries can be used for edema, the roots for diarrhea, and the bark and twigs for a strong cough syrup.

Younger vines have three leaves, older vines have seven leaves, but typically it should have five leaves.

It is an aggressive and invasive tree murderer, a vine that likes to climb and suffocate trees by growing its leaves on top, and they absolutely hate growing along the forest floor.

Recalling points 1 and 2, Kova had already been moving towards Fox to warn her. Recalling point 3, they thought, ‘Maybe I can wrap some in a rag for Clarke,’ and pulled out said rag that they kept in their pocket. But then, recalling points 4 and 5, they noticed the plant looked mature despite growing on the ground, but it still had three leaves—

With a red center at the stalk—

And Fox’s bare hands were far too close—

Kova dropped the rag and found themselves running towards her, yelling, “Wait, don’t—!”

In their panic, they swung their leg straight up, kicking Fox’s hands away. Fox yelped and backed away with hurt, wide eyes, clutching her wrist. Before any of the delinquents could point their spears at them, Kova quickly said, “This is poison ivy, it causes awful rashes, blisters, and allergic reactions, and I don’t have any jewelweed that could help if someone is affected. Stay away from it.”

Monty’s eyes widened. “Whoa, that’s poison ivy?”

He, Zoe, and Drew crowded around the plant. Kova made their way towards Fox and reached a comforting hand out to place on her shoulder, but hesitated and pulled back in case she didn’t want them touching her. “My apologies, Fox, I did not mean to hurt you. I panicked, and I didn’t know how to get you away from it fast enough.”

Because Fox had grown up with reassuring touches and affections from her parents when they were still alive, she had seen Kova pull back their hand and took it the wrong way. She thought that the (surprisingly) kind and friendly grounder must have been furious with her despite their tone, and that any progress she had made with Kova poofed in one go, all because she had been reckless on a planet she didn’t know but claimed as her home. She stepped away, ducking her head. “N-No no, it’s alright,” She wrapped her arms around herself, unable to meet Kova’s eyes. “I should have been more careful. I won’t touch anything else.”

Fox had made herself tiny, and in Kova’s eyes, it meant she was uncomfortable with them crowding her space, just as they thought. They silently berated themselves as they dipped their head in acknowledgment and stepped away.

The group moved on, and while that incident had been more anxiety inducing rather than irritating, it didn’t help what came after. The group had finally reached what Kova and Finn had been tracking for the better part of the past hour — a deer of some sort, eating foliage in a bush. Most likely two headed, but from this angle, no one could tell. Kova leaned back, sharpened spear in hand, while Finn and Drew sat behind the bushes, holding up their own weapons in case Kova missed and needed another one asap. Just as they pulled back their arm—

Crack! Crack! Snap!

In a too quiet forest full of predators, the sound of twigs snapping was a warning. The deer fled without looking back, and yes, it was two headed, full of meat.

Kova clenched their jaw hard enough for Finn and Drew to hear a pop!

The trio turned around to find Monty and Zoe with apologetic, nervous smiles. Those two had snapped enough twigs to make an entire new dam for the beavers on the way here, but they couldn’t even—!

No point. Kova took a deep breath. No point in getting upset. The deer was long gone by now. What’s done is done. Finn was kind enough to try to track it down again, but the prints fell apart after the deer had gone through the section of the forest with thick roots popping out of the ground like veins. They would have to find something else to hunt. Instead, Kova decided that gathering the plants and herbs needed for the group to use as reference would be best.

Clap!

Knee deep in plants and bugs, a new vein would pop at Kova’s forehead with every—

Clap!

No point in getting mad.

Clap!

No point—

Clap!

Finn had grown frustrated with the sudden rush of bugs attacking him, as if drawn to his blood type.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Now, while Kova didn’t remember what they had shouted at the group when they finally blew up, whatever it was, it must have been hurtful. Hurtful enough for Fox and Drew’s eyes to swell with unshed tears, for Monty and Zoe to pointedly look away, and for Finn to look taken aback. A feeling they wouldn’t name gnawed at their chest, and unable to handle it, Kova stormed off to be alone.

‘Well,’ They thought as the wood creaked under a new weight next to them, a pair of shoes popping up in the corner of their vision, ‘That didn’t last long.’ They snuck a peak. Finn.

Taking a deep breath, Kova spoke first. “You guys… weren’t joking.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“When you said you didn’t have much Earth skills.” They tucked their face in the crook of their elbow. “You weren’t joking.”

“Well, yeah.” He let out a light chuckle. “None of us have even seen this much green in our life. There are no trees or river or dirt in the Ark.” Well, there was one tree, but it didn’t really count.

Kova blinked a few times. “I… can’t imagine that.”

“For clothes, monochrome colors are easier to reproduce. The Ark is made of metal, so everything is grey. But when the sun hits just right, we would have yellow, blue, and green lighting.” At Kova’s confused look, Finn explained, “We still had our own version of a sunset of sorts, so we would get rays of yellow. Green reflections would come from the Earth’s forests, and blue from the ocean.” He let out a light laugh. “You should have seen our faces when we first came down here. Everyone went crazy when we saw the sky turning orange, pink, even purple.”

“Mn.” Kova faced upwards, past the bright green foliage and brown bark of the trees, to the baby blue sky, with wisps of white clouds, a serene day. “It’s quite beautiful, even for us.” They tilted their head towards him. “You should see it from Polis. It’s gorgeous.”

“Polis?”

“Major city and capital of Trikru.”

“If everything works out, maybe one day.”

The two had a moment of comfortable silence. Then Finn said, “You’re right. We don’t have any Earth skills. We’ve only survived by learning the basics.” He turned to them. “But we’re willing to try our best.”

Chewing on the inside of their lip, Kova looked down at their hands. Calloused. Rough. Dry and ashy without their usual lotion. Then to Finn’s. Cut up, sure, but other wise clean of the hard labor expected in Trikru — in all clans, really. They ran their hands through their dreads and massaged the nape of their neck, before giving him a curt nod and standing up. “If you’re willing to try, then I should treat you all the same way I treat the baby warriors back home. Let’s go.”

Without waiting for his response, Kova made their way back to the group waiting for them.

And what a sight they found themselves in. Drew, with his arms and legs wrapped around the trunk of a tree like some sort of koala. Zoe, laying spread eagle on the ground a ways away, breathing heavily, shoulders dirty. Monty and Fox, surrounding Drew, trying to coax him into giving up on the spear. That was when Kova noticed Drew had thrown his spear up in a tree again, but this time right above a—

Drew looked over his shoulder to brush off Monty, but made eye contact with Kova instead. He sent them a nervous smile when they started walking over to him and said, “No, don’t worry Kova! I can try to get it myself!”

“Nope, nope, get down from there.” They reached under his arms and pulled him off the tree with ease. “Last thing I need is you breaking a leg trying to get down.”

Drew dropped his gaze to the floor, pink flushing his neck.

‘Treat them like the baby warriors.’ Their eyes flickered around for a moment before they clapped his shoulder lightly. “Hey. If you wanted to learn how to climb a tree, I wouldn’t mind teaching you. But one, we have something else to focus on. And two,” they pointed upwards, “you see that grey pouch thing up there?”

Drew nodded, and the others followed their looks.

“That’s a bee’s nest. You see a tree with any type of lump or pouch like that, you avoid it completely. That spear belongs to them now.”

“Bees… they’re the ones that sting, right?”

“They don’t sting unless you aggravate them, and they only sting once before they die. If you see them in flowers, they’re really chill, but not in their nests.” Ah, that reminded Kova of a field trip they went when they were younger. Maybe they would tell the group the story another time. “Wasps and hornets, on the other hand, are absolute bitches, and won’t hesitate to sting you multiple times.”

“So that’s what a bee’s nest looks like?” Zoe asked.

“I said it was a bee’s nest because it’s outside on a branch, and wasps and hornets typically like to nest inside of a trunk or a dead animal—” Kova saw Monty mouth ‘dead animals?!’ and held in a laugh, “—but it’s too far for me to tell what it really is. Regardless, it doesn’t matter. If you see a nest, you walk away, even if they’re just bees. Here,” Kova passed their spear to Drew, “you can take mine, I don’t need it.”

“Oh, thanks!”

“Mn.” They dipped their head in acknowledgment and addressed the whole group. “Alright, new plan.” They clapped their hands together and started walking. “Follow me.”

“Where are we going?” Monty asked.

“There are a couple of plants that could help Clarke a lot. They grow along the river, so while I pick those, you guys will fish.” Before the group could say anything, they corrected themselves. “First, I will teach you guys how to fish, and then you will go fish.” They pressed their hand against their chin. “It’s the middle of September, so the salmon should be migrating from the rivers to the ocean. As long as we avoid the waterfalls, we shouldn’t run into any bears.”

“Salmon?”

“Bears?”

Finn stiffened. “What about the huge ass eel?”

“Huge ass eel? The unu mach’aqway?”

“Whatever it’s called, it’s huge, it eats people, and it’s in the river. How are you going to fish?”

“It’s… a water snake, of sorts. They’re usually gone by now — they migrate to the ocean and Floukru hunts them down.” Kova shook their head. “Regardless, if it is still there, we can head past the dams where it can’t reach us.”

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On the dry and ashy river rocks, there were four pairs of shoes lined up side by side, each stuffed with socks and sprinkled with specks of water. In front of the shoes, protecting them from the river, stood a line of four baskets.

“Hah! Caught another one!”

Wind blowing through the stab wound in its gill, a fish flew in the air and smacked against the edge of a basket, thoroughly splashing water across the shoes with its tail as a final ‘fuck you’ before flopping inside to be with its dead brethren.

“Zoe!”

“Ah man. Sorry!”

“Say that to your own shoes! And don’t go asking around for spares—” Drew’s tease cut short with a splash of water. “Hey!”

With a stroke of the non-bloodied end of Zoe’s spear, she splashed and soaked the cuffed ends of Drew’s pants. “Whoops!”

While those four delinquents waded in the shallow end of the river, necks aching, fingers pruned, Fox had opted for foraging and uprooting plants with Kova, to their pleasant surprise. Kova had given her a bundle of various herbs to help identify which plants to uproot and which to leave alone, and despite what had happened earlier, Fox was, for the most part, accurate. Especially compared to Monty and Drew, who somehow had pulled a bucket’s worth of weeds and useless plants.

Kova and Fox squatted at the forest line, and behind them were three baskets, organized by their designated plants: ginger and cloves; turmeric and tea plant; peanuts and thyme.

“Hey,” Kova passed Fox a bundle of cloves, “you sure you don’t want to join them? I can handle this.”

“Yeah, no, I’m sure.” She took the bundle and tossed it in its appropriate basket. “I, uh…”

Kova waited patiently, uprooting another plant, their silence encouraging.

“I’m scared.” Fox whispered out, mindlessly playing with the leaves of a ginger plant. “I don’t know why. I’ve never even been in the water before, but…” She shuddered and dropped the ginger in the wrong basket. When she turned away, Kova fixed it, and noticed the way her hands shook. “Thinking about stepping in the river, where anything could bite or crawl on me—”

“I hate the ocean for the same reason.” Kova cut in, not unkindly. “I hate the feeling of something brushing up against my legs, even though I know it’s most likely seaweed. And I’m always worried about stepping on a sea animal that’ll stab me in the foot, or poison me or something.” They snorted. “A-Lin always told me I was being dramatic.”

“A-Lin?”

“My little brother.” Kova threw another bundle into a basket and clapped the dirt off their hands. “I’m going to go check in on them. Do you…”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll keep working.”

“Okay. Call me if you need anything.”

“Yup!”

“Guys,” Finn laughed and pulled off a fish from the sharp end of his spear. “Why do I feel like I’m winning?”

“Because you are.” Monty grumbled, looking at his clean spear with both disdain and defeat.

“Finn has the most fishes.” The delinquents turned at the new voice. Kova inspected the baskets, one hand on their hip, the other holding their mask up. While Finn had seen them without their mask before, Monty, Zoe, and Drew’s mouths dropped slightly in surprise. With mirth glinting in their eyes, Kova said, “Next is Zoe, then Drew, then Monty.”

Monty gave out quite a long ‘boo’ and leaned against his spear in utter defeat. “This truly is a crime, a slander on my name, absolute heterphobia—!”

The delinquents had heard this joke of his plenty of times, both in the Skybox and since they reached Earth, and usually responded with a roll of their eyes or beaming whatever they were holding at Monty’s head. However before any of them could hit him with their spears—

A snort.

A splutter of a laugh.

The delinquents turned in shock, only to find Kova with their back towards the, shoulders shaking, the hand on their hip now over their mouth. “Sorry, sorry—” They managed to get out with a hitched breath. “I’ve— I don’t think— Never heard an expression like that before.”

They took a deep breath, wiped their face down, and without turning around, they ordered, “We’re going soon. Put the fishes into two baskets. The other two we’ll use to gather vegetables.”

They dropped their mask and made their way to Fox, purposefully ignoring the surprised whispers of the delinquents.

“Everything okay?” Fox asked, noting the delinquents packing up.

“Mn. They caught a lot of fish. We’ll move on to vegetables, then head back to your camp.” Slinging the two heavier baskets across their shoulders, they waited for Fox, who had been struggling with the lightest basket.

“Ah, really?” She finally managed to strap the basket over her shoulder. “That’s great…!” Trailing off, she noted the distant — no, fond look in Kova’s eyes. She followed their line of sight to the delinquents, where Drew and Zoe smacked one another with fish while Finn and Monty dumped the fish into two baskets. “Kova, are… you okay?”

Eyes flickered to her for a moment. “…mn.”

“…can I ask what are you thinking about?”

The two fell into silence for a moment, and Fox, thinking they wouldn’t respond, prepared to change the subject, until, in a quiet voice, they said, “Home.”

Ah. She nodded, looking up at the sky. “Mood.” She sighed.

“…mood?”

“Oh, it means something like, ‘I agree.’”

“…hmm. Mood.”

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While the forest had the sound of rustling leaves, Lincoln’s home had the sound of rustling paper. Well, what was once his home, anyways. Now, it was just a cave that once held his belongings, his knick knacks, his good memories. He had packed everything essential into a bag, including the papers he had planned on binding into a new journal, while the rest of his things were organized into two neat piles on his desk, should he return.

Should he return. What a thought. A few years ago — no, even a few weeks ago — Lincoln never would have thought about moving out. The cave was perfect for someone like him — the black sheep of TonDC. The questioner, the arguer, the “questions first, actions later” type of man, and most importantly: the solitary type. Parents dead, extended family gone, he had grown used to being alone, living alone, existing alone. The only social interaction he really needed was Kova and their family.

And when Kova had gone into seclusion, his warrior duties had begun to pile up in the aftermath of the war, so while he would still visit their family every other day, his social interaction came more from the warriors he had to train (and, truthfully, console more than anything else). Going back home to an empty, quiet cave, was nothing short of a blessing.

And a reminder that Kova was no longer there.

Lincoln shook his head, and after adding the final touched to his bag, he couldn’t help but smile slightly. Leaving with the two people he cared about the most and joining a clan that wouldn’t spark violence led by his old friend sounded almost like a dream. They could leave behind everything — Mount Caocin, the political drama, the potential war with the sky people…

Only taking Octavia and Kova with him and leaving the sky people to fend for themselves. At first, he thought he was being selfish. Even now, as he leaned against the desk and drank a cup of water, he can’t help but think that. But he tried his best with Lieutenant Anya and Chief Indra, but in the end, he was ignored and mocked. What else was there left to do?

The sound of wings flapping caught his attention. A messenger bird came through the open door, papers fluttering as it landed on his desk and stuck its leg out impatiently. Lincoln undid the knot and took the roll of paper attached, and with another flurry of papers, the bird left. He opened the letter with haste, noting it was from Luna.

My dearest Lincoln,

The waters here have turned cold with each passing day, and while it is quite unfortunate for our swimmers, we have caught more unu mach’aqwaykuna than expected. Needless to say, we have plenty of food for incoming migrants. I am glad to hear the updates between you and Octavia, however, I cannot say the same as to what has been going down between Trikru and Kova. You and I have watched each other’s backs during our travels, as well as in our personal lives. Most importantly, you helped me escape the conclave, and that is something I will never be able to repay, in this lifetime or the next. Because of this, I deeply regret to inform you that I cannot allow Kova safe passage into Floukru.

The temperature in the room dropped. His hands trembled, and Lincoln was half tempted to stop reading to forge a new plan, but there was more.

I am unsure if Trikru has already announced this to its people, but in our last meeting, the Trikruvian ambassador disclosed to me of the high bounty placed on the Elephant of Caocin, for criminal disobedience, treason, and espionage. Relations with Trikru have been fragile as of late, and unfortunately, allowing Kova to come would bring us more problems than we can handle. I truly am sorry. However, the offer still stands with you, and potentially Octavia, as long as she has not been involved in the political problems between the descendants of the Betrayers and Trikru. She can assimilate to cover her identity here, if she wishes to do so. Again, I am sorry about Kova. I can’t imagine how difficult this must be for the two of you. Knowing you, I do not think you will come without Kova, but let me know what path you decide to take soon.

Luna

In the end, Kova was right. He dropped the letter on the desk and brought his hands behind his head, breathing in deeply. ‘Fuck,’ He thought, and because he was never the type of person to hide his thoughts when he was alone, he said, “Fuck.”

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years

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Hi! Can you recommend some Final Problem Johnlock fics?

Hi Nonny!

Ahhh, okay so I haven’t really read very many fics dealing specifically with TFP, but the ones I do know of are fics on my MFL list or consider TFP as “canon”. So here’s what I have for you; please lovelies, if you know of any of your own, let us know!

THE FINAL PROBLEM is CANON

See also:

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its Pt. 2

S3 / TAB / S4 [FIX IT] Fics (March 2019)

Post S4 Fics Masterpost

There’s Always Three of Us by Itsallfine (T, 1,765 w., 1 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic/Post TFP, Parentlock / Rosie, Angelo’s, First Kiss, January 29, Love Declarations) – Sherlock takes John and Rosie out to Angelo’s and gets a chance to correct the biggest mistake of his life.

The In-Between by blueink3 (M, 10,679 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, H/C, Parentlock, Fix-It Fic, Canon Compliantish) – Beginning in a Chinese restaurant and ending at the bottom of a well, what about the moments we didn’t see?

Dropping the Act by jadztone (T, 27,258 w., 10 Ch. || Parentlock, Fake Relationship, Mary’s Family, Post-S4, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bed Sharing, Pining, Christmas) – Sherlock and John are quite happy living together with Rosie in Baker St. They might be even happier if they didn’t act towards each other like their love is only platonic. Mycroft brings troubling news in the form of Mary’s parents wanting to know just what their grandchild’s home life is like. The boys decide to spend Christmas pretending like they are in love in order to seem more like a “normal” family. It’s easy enough to pretend when all you’re doing is dropping the act.

Another Auld Lang Syne by DiscordantWords (M, 30,234 w., 31 Ch. || Post S4, Mutual Pining, Alternating POV, Introspection, Parentlock, Christmas, New Year’s, First Kiss, Past Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending, Drinking, Sherlock Whump) – There had been years of missed chances.

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

The Pieces That Fall to Earth by Itsallfine (M, 49,513 w., 84 Ch. || S4 Fix-It, Epistolary, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Parentlock, Past Abuse, Coming Out, Internalized Homophobia, Questioning Sexuality, Mental Health Issues / Therapy, Angst, Happy Ending) – John and Sherlock have hit rock bottom, but with all their armor stripped away, they can finally speak honestly, seek healing, and find the truths that matter most. An epistolary post-s4 fix-it fic. Now complete.(This fic is rated T except for one very clearly marked and easily skippable chapter, which is rated M.) Part 1 of The Pieces that Fall to Earth

The Book of Silence by SilentAuror (E, 60,056 w., 2 Ch. || S4 Fix It / Post S4, Virgin Sherlock, Rosie / Parentlock, Domesticity, Fluff, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, First Person POV) – As spring blooms in London, John and Sherlock begin to take new cases and cautiously negotiate this new phase of life with John living at Baker Street again. Despite how well it’s all going, John struggles to forgive himself for the way he treated Sherlock following Mary’s death as well as trying to figure out how to finally put his long-time feelings for Sherlock into words. Part 1 of The Book of Silence/Rosa Felicia

The Bells of King’s College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It’s only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths…

MARKED FOR LATER

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, Parentlock, Beauty and the Beast, Love Confessions, Disney Songs, Oblivious John, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Pining Sherlock) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together–as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of the Made of Music series

A One-Track Life by JennLynn77 (E, 13,526 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4/TFP, Parentlock, Est. Rel., Medical Procedures, Anal, Cuddling/Snuggling, Bed Sharing, Surgery, Physical Therapy, Retirement, Sherlock Whump, Caring John, Bottomlock, Endearments, Drug Addiction, Triggers) – A medical situation threatens to derail the plans Sherlock had for his life with John and Rosie.

Easier With You by addicted2hugh, FinAmour (E, 13,865 w., 2 Ch. || Post S4, Est. Rel., Parentlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff and Smut, Bottomlock, Vulnerable Sherlock, Sherlock’s Past, Porn with Feelings, Pillow Fights, Idiots in Love, Caring John, Light Angst, Frottage, POV Third Person John, Blow Jobs, Purple Shirt of Sex) – Sherlock smiles slightly, his forehead coming to rest on John’s, and he lets out a tiny sigh. “It’s not myself I worry about, John.” “I know,” John says, his nose brushing against Sherlock’s. “And I will support any decision you make. But Rosie is going to be happy with you no matter what. You truly are her hero, you know that?” Sherlock exhales a small laugh. “Am I?” “That’s not even a question that needs answered, Sherlock. She’s amazed by you.”

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world’s only consulting detective will be on his own once again…or will he?

fulfilling for other people Series by missselene (E, 19,140 w. across 4 works || Post S4, Pining Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Oblivious John, Unrequited Love, UST/RST, Bath Sex, Internalized Homophobia, First Kiss/Time, Making Love, Tender Sex, Vocal Sherlock, Caring John, Angst and Fluff) – When Sherlock decides to act on John’s advice regarding romantic entanglements, the results are far from what John expected.

WHISPER TO ME by chrysanthemumsies (T, 20,598 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Fluff, Parentlock, Mutual Pining, Music, Sherlock Plays Guitar, Love Confessions, Light Angst, Romance, First Kiss) - Following the events of S4, Sherlock and John try and fit back into their old life as carefully as they can, all while their feelings threaten to bubble to the surface. Or: Sherlock picks up playing the guitar. John falls more and more in love with every passing day.

Home Is by glenien (E, 21,786 w., 2 Ch. || S4 Fix-It / Post S4, Eventual Happy Ending, Parentlock, Emotional Baggage, First Kiss, Domesticity, Fluff) – While 221B is still under construction, Sherlock stays with Rosie and John.

Here Comes The Sun by JennLynn77 (E, 32,126 w., 15 Ch. || Post S4/TFP, John Whump, Caring Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Sex, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Switchlock, Cuddling/Snuggling, Surgery/Injury Recovery, Endearments, Anal, Hand Jobs, Porn with Feels) – John suffers an injury and needs surgery. Sherlock, and those around him, help John recover. Along the way, John and Sherlock realise what they mean to each other, and what they’ve had together all this time.

A Change of Heart by SosoHolmesWatson (E, 65,436 w., 20 Ch. || Post-S4 / Canon Compliant, Jealous Sherlock, Past Abuse, Parentlock, Dev. Rel., Idiots in Love, Suicidal Sherlock, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Mollstrade, Coming Out, Love Confessions, Big Brother Mycroft, John’s Childhood, POV Alternating, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Hand Jobs) – After all they have been through, after all the heartbreak and desolation, John and Sherlock want to make their way back to each other, still convinced that friendship is all that can exist between them. Will there be a change of heart? Part 1 of the The Pains of Growing series

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton (M, 115,279+ w., 33/38 Ch. || WiP || S4 Fix It Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending) – WORK IN PROGRESS – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Radioactive Trees In A Red Forest by Maribor_Petrichor (E, 280,251 w., 73 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S4, Suicidal Ideations, Alcohol / Rx Drug Abuse, Coming Out / Bisexual John, Seizures, Past/Referenced/Implied Child Abuse, Hallucinations, Rehab, Celibacy, Sobriety / Relapse, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Grief/Mourning, Psychological Trauma, Nice /Not Anti-Mary, John’s POV, Parentlock, First Time, Angst, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending) – John Watson is what happens when a man can no longer see a reason to go on. John Watson is what happens when a man starts to let go. “It is what it is.” John Watson is what happens when what “it is” becomes too much to bear. This is a story of the life, death, and resurrection of John Hamish Watson.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #tfp fics #s4 fics #my fic recs #Anonymous #e-rated fics #fic rec sunday

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olivenight17 · 4 years

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Secret Santa Piece Kirishima x August x Bakugo

Ahah, I’m sure I worried you, lovely! I’m so, so, so sorry about the wait! I’ve been out all day and I hadn’t had the chance to upload it until now. I’m not sure if it’s quite what you wanted or if it lives up to your expectations, but I sure hope it does.

Well @terrifying-testicles the truth comes out! SSA Olive is reporting for duty and at least according to EST, I’m not late! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this piece, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you as often. I sorta jumped off the face of the Earth, but I’m here now, and I’ve made you wait long enough!

Have fun~!

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Kirishima x August x Bakugo “Movie Night”

“Finally, get your ass in here for movie night before we do it without you!”

August rolled her eyes with a grin hearing Katsuki’s voice from their bedroom. “Chill out, Katsuki! I’ll be there in a second, I literally just got in the door.” She replied, shrugging off her coat and shoes. Making her way into the room, she felt her energy pick up seeing Katsuki and Eijirou on the bed.

Eijirou was the first to greet her, spinning her in his arms. “Hey, babe! How was your day?” He asked, already moving her to join him and their boyfriend.

The bubbly feeling in her chest deflated just thinking about the day, and she flopped onto the mattress. “Gross, as usual, because people are jerks…” She mumbled, only adjusting herself to lay her head across Katsuki’s lap. “Like, hey Karen, if you stopped threatening to call my manager for two seconds, maybe I could help you and we could get on with the day! And then, there was some chick who fought with me for ten minutes about using her shitty coupon that expired three months ago! I just-” Cutting herself off to groan loudly, she slapped her hands over her face.

Katsuki grit his teeth. “They’re all just shitty extras who aren’t worth your energy, and the fact that any of them think they’re entitled to your time, is bullshit. I swear, next time this happens, I’m gonna-”

“March in there and blow up the store, which you can’t do, or you’ll go to jail.” Eijirou cut in quickly, wrapping an arm around both partners. “Though, Katsu does have a point. I really hate seeing you torn down like this. Are you sure you don’t want to find a new job, one that won’t treat you like garbage?” He asked as he gently took her hands from her face.

August sighed as she looked up at him. “That sounds nice, but I’m good where I am, I promise. I’m making it sound a lot worse than it is, but it’s so sweet how much you both care.” She giggled, reaching up to kiss both of them on the cheek and squishing their faces together.

Soon enough, arms wrapped around her side as she was pulled in between the two. “Stop squishing my face like that! I’m not your goddamn stuffed animal!” He barked, only becoming more enraged when his partners continued to laugh.

“Aw, look at that blush. I think he liked it, August.”

“Shut up, Shitty Hair!”

“Ooh, using the Shitty Hair nickname, it must be true then.”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed today-” Katsuki’s threat was cut off as August threw popcorn at his face. He froze, mouth still hanging open, before he snapped out of it, shaking his head with a grin. “You’re such a weirdo…” He grumbled, pulling her closer.

August merely cheered in victory. “I knew that would work! Sorta, it was either that or you blew my head off, but my gamble paid off!” Grinning, she felt a blanket wrap around her, and looked to see that Eijirou had wrapped them in their comforter. Once the yelling had settled down, she noticed the movie was already playing, and turned her attention towards it. Everything was peaceful and quiet as all three cuddled together to watch the screen.

Which lasted for about two seconds when August suddenly lurched forward, sputtering and coughing. Eijirou was the first to get up, patting her back as she wheezed and made a bee-line for the kitchen. “Hey, babe, what’s wrong? Are you okay? He asked and his eyebrows furrowed as she gulped down two glasses of water.

“Goddamnit Katsuki, I’m gonna kill you!” She screeched, gulping down another glass.

It wasn’t long after her threat that he was in the kitchen with his arms crossed. “What the fuck did I do?”

“You put your fucking spices on the popcorn! Why did you let me eat it, you know I can’t eat spicy things!” August whimpered, poking and prodding at her tongue, anything to get the burning sensation out of her mouth.

Her boyfriend scoffed. “I made two bags, one with my spices, and one for you and Eij, it’s not my fault you picked the wrong bag.”

She whined out his name, to which he rolled his eyes, until Eijirou wrapped an arm over his shoulders and nodded towards their girlfriend. “Come on man, just apologize, and then we can all just go back to watching the movie. Please?” He whispered against Katsuki’s ear, sending a slight shiver down the man’s back.

Rolling his eyes, he looked back at August. “I’m sorry, I guess I should have told you before-hand or something.” He eyed her for a moment, before going to the kitchen and handing her their milk. “Drinking that water is useless. Milk’s supposed to help when you eat something spicy.”

August took it, a hint of a smile on her face as she drank it and breathed out a sigh of relief as the burning sensation faded away at last. “You’re my hero, ‘Suki.” She grinned, kissing his cheek as she tugged both of them back to the bedroom.

Eijirou’s voice was heard whining down the hallway. “Hey, wait a second, how come only he’s your hero? What about me?” He teased, stopping and jutting his face out.

“You’re such a dork.” She laughed, turning around and kissing his cheek. “Better? Because that Hallmark movie is calling my name and I am ready to roast the living hell out of it.”

Before Eijirou could answer, both him and August were flung up on Katsuki’s shoulders as he sprinted into the bedroom and tossed his partners onto the mattress. “There, we’re here. Let’s make fun of this shitty movie!” He swiped the remote with a pointy grin as he settled himself between the two, cuddling himself in the blankets August and Eijirou had uprooted.

The three cheered and watched as the snow fell on the screen and the room was filled with giggles and kisses long into the night.

#bnha #mha #bnha secret santa #kirishima #bakugo

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Alrighty, So I got through the beginning prologue of the epilogue and through the first 5 pages of Meat.

Even though I did stream my stream of conciousness on twitch, im probbaly not gonna be posting that on youtube

Instead what I’ll be doing is writing down my thoughts and notes on tumblr after I stream each time

Speaking of, the next time I will be streaming is tomorrow April 29 at about 8pm EST for about an Hour again here: https://www.twitch.tv/dahnimae

the way my life schedule is now is I can probably do this for about an hour a day after work, so I think I can get through the epilogues quickly in nice digestible chunks

At least for Monday and Tuesday anyway, after that Ill have to make sure im not doing anything else

but anyways, here are the rough thoughts I had during the epilogue, up to the first 5 Pages of Meat:

First off, I got some thoughts from Rose about how the Heroic versus Just death system for immortals is apparently derived from an emotional value of what is “Good” or “Bad”, what is good or what is bad ultimately being derived from what someone or something “feels” is good or bad, so theres some subjectivity in that judgement, which makes sense considering how individuals are able to affect that judgement in homestuck canon, Aranea proposing her own individual morality onto the clock, as well as Caliborn just destroying the clock/idea of dividing things into good or bad

because Rose describes the system of describing what is canon or not canon or outside canon as being less emotional in nature than that of the of the god tier death clock

her exact words are “Good and bad are words that don’t mean anything, beyond a certain threshold of mortal consideration.” its not said outright but its basically implied

Speaking of, so Canon is made up of three “Pillars”

Truth

Relevance

Essentiality

now, truth is easy to distinguish from the other two, it’s the idea of reality. If something is true, that means it really happened. If something is a lie, that means it didn’t happen, or it wouldn’t happen, it does not exist.

Basically an idea of Hope versus Rage

Relevance and Essentiality are a little harder to seperate, and Rose doesn’t do much to seperate them either

but Relevance is tied to an idea of Context, it’s something that has meaning or importance to what is “currently” happening, the idea of the present conversation one is having, the current thoughts someone is thinking about, the object they are currently looking at or viewing, or just the exact point of focus of the current moment in time

something that is irrelevant is something were not looking at currently, something were not focusing on, or something that’s just not improtant or meaningful right now

basically an idea of Light versus Void

Essentiality is then an idea of a “must”, and idea, no matter when or where or how it happened. It Must have happened or it Must happen in the future. Its the one most closely tied to an idea of destiny, fate, or prerequisites for a more down to earth definition. In order to grow a plant, you MUST plant the seed.

The planting of the seed is essential to the plant ever growing in that spot, if no one plants the seed, the seed will never grow, and the plant will never exist. The plant’s entire existence depends upon that seed being planted.

something that is non essential, can still be true and relevant, the plant is a rosebush, or a tree with apples, or has green leaves versus purple leaves etc but if that exact property were to change into a different one, the core requisites of it’s existence does not change, it’s seed was still planted, it still grew into a plant. (within reason of course, but how essential something is does depend upon the context for why its essential, if its essential because its roots hold the ground together in the future allowing another event to happen, then it must be a plant with strong and deep earth fastening roots, what it is and why, is relevant to its essentiality, so the two are interwoven in a sense)

Basically an idea of Time and Space, but Rose doesn’t seperate them as neatly from Light and Void (she could have easily glossed them over into a single “importance” factor, but she didn’t)

it may be that the distinction itself is needed, but not necessarily a requisite to getting John to understand what she meant.

Essential, but not entirely Relevant to her current circumstances :)

but then she goes onto describe the different combinations of those three pillars and what they are and do

Inside Canon = It is True, it is somewhat Relevant, It is somewhat Essential

Relevance and Essentiality being treated as like percentages from 0-100%, inside canon requiring nonzero amounts for both, while Truth is more black or white, it either is True or is not True

Outside Canon = True

so the amount of relevance and essentiality can be nothing, or essentiality zero, but is must be True

and then Not Canon sort of overlaps what might have been two other categories, I guess the distinction of which doesn’t really matter for now, since were dealing with what is canon, not what isn’t canon

Not Canon = Untrue, with varying percentages of essentiality/relevance

I have my own ideas of what happens to other combos within the Homestuck mythos, theyre not complete but basically as follows:

True, Essential, Relevant (Canon Homestuck)

True, Not Essential, Relevant (Paradox Space Comics)

True, Essential, Not Relevant (Hiveswap)

True, Not Essential, Not Relevant (Outside of Canon)

Not True, Essential, Relevant (”Not Canon” = The Epilogues)

Not True, Not Essential, Relevant (”Not Canon” = Fanfiction/Audience Generated Content)

Not True, Essential, Not Relevant (”Not Canon” = FriendSims)

Not True, Not Essential, Not Relevant (Not Homestuck)

That’s basically how I’m divvying up the majority of distinguishable homestuck aligned content into those three pillars anyway

Rose did also Call Truth the foundation for which Relevance and Essentiality can do their thing, and that did go into how in order for the Friendsims to flip from being not canon to really canon (Hiveswap) it just needs to flip the switch into True

same for Fanfiction of Homestuck/Audience generated content in general, flipping the switch into True makes the Paradox Space content, which is essentially ascended Fanfiction content

and then for things Outside of Canon, they have a tenuous position, because while as long as they remain True, they are still Canon, their Truth value remains conditional upon their values of Relevance and Essentiality, since the closer they dip into zero or negative values, the closer they drag True from flipping to Untrue.

To remain true, or better yet, to integrate into Canon proper, they need to prop up their Relevance and Essentiality values

They need to become the centre of attention, the point of current focus, and they need to have some impact on events in other parts of canon

and all who understand this also understand that characters inside the story don’t get to decide directly how relevant or essential they are to the story, the Audience (and the Author) do

Rose has the idea that the answer lies in the Audience and their expectations, and the audience’s expectations for any story boils down to: the Hero must defeat the Villain.

John is the Hero, Lord English is the Villain. John must defeat Lord English for those outside of Canon to become Canon once again. It’s self explanatory in both ways.

sidenote though, the way John must defeat Lord English is also hilariously self explanatory in both ways.

John will use the cursor Juju to defeat Lord English since it is the only thing that can defeat him. John won’t have to think about how to use it or when or where. Since the cursor Juju is essentially just a plot hole that John fills suddenly out of nowhere perfectly and with ease and immediately will solve the problem no real effort needed.

John will defeat Lord English using the power of a literal Deus Ex Machina. (but a Deux Ex Machina that’s been symbolically hinted at being the secret weapon all along and which the audience is entirely aware will be the thing used to defeat LE it was more a matter of when then How, making it actually a Chekov’s Deus Ex Machina. And I guess the opposite nature of those two things equals out pretty nicely, The Deus Ex Machina is exactly that, an easy and simply solution to all of canon’s ills, but it feels earned instead of handed out randomly like a Chekov’s Gun would feel earned, while simply losing the difficulty of properly using a well set up Checkov’s Gun. Best of both worlds, worst of none)

But,

Different characters seem to have different thoughts on how best to solve the problem. Characters like Dirk it seems

Dirk seems to be operating under a sort of opposite position to Rose, that instead of propping up the audience’s expectations of the Hero, Dirk wants to prop up expectations of a Villain.

Though I’ve only gotten to page 5 of Meat, it seems pretty clear that Dirk’s intentions are to make either himself or Jane a Villainous character.

The reason being is because he may be aware that people can stick to stories for various reasons, including, either liking the villain a lot, or wanting the villain to Go Down.

lots of people like Game of Thrones because of how much they hated Joffrey, I know I was that.

and so far, Lord English hasn’t actually been that much of passionately hated villain? Like that’s pretty clear to the story and characters themselves, why even go fight him? Oh because its technically necessary okay fine whatever I guess

Meanwhile, we have a figure in Homestuck that’s already a pretty untapped source of Passionate Villainy, that covers quite a lot of the bases of canon and not canon, Paradox Space, Hiveswap, Homestuck, Fanfiction, Friendsims (and I wouldn’t be passed saying probably these epilogues as well)

Doc Scratch.

And Doc Scratch is pretty much a parallel of villainy of Lord English

Because where Lord English seems to physically embody certain characters, Doc Scratch seems to mentally embody them.

Caliborn, Equius, Gamzee and Dirk.

and with all this talk of Ultimate Selves already happening, what happens when one small part of your ultimate self is tainted by this kind of existence? This being, this apparent ultimate villain, tainted by villainous desires, something you know should be rejected

Do you embrace it fully, and see no difference between this being and yourself, internally incorporating it into your ultimate self (Caliborn)

Do you submit that part of yourself to it? Essentially, “giving up” that part of yourself, excizing that slice of your ultimate self as “someone else’s ultimate self” and therefore cutting off it’s influence “Here have it, it’s yours if you want it”? (Equius)

Does your Soul get torn through it’s middle, split like a broken piece of glass? Half on one side, half on the other. A mirthful broken pair of ultimates. Dissociated from eachother enough to be considered seperate yet two halves of the whole, inseperable yet divided. (Gamzee)

Or do you allow “yourself” to be entirely overwritten by the other? Does one bad apple spoil the bunch? Does it infest and infect, slowly, piece by piece, cell by cell, like a virus spreading, changing, overlapping, until everything that was You, your ultimate self, your essential Being, is no longer what is was.

Will your Heart be Broken Dirk?

You make jokes about cutting pieces off yourself before it’s too late, like it’s the only solution. That piece of you is gone, it’s rotting, and it’s spreading fast.

But you need someone else to do it for you now. Somehow, right now, you’re not building up the resolve to cut off your own head like you might have done before. Have their insidious roots taken hold in you that deeply?

Destroy “Yourself” or be Destroyed by Yourself Dirk

But I guess it’s different when you’re just cutting off a piece of flesh representing “you”

Are you more hesitant to cultivate or destroy your ultimate self itself? To suddenly force yourself to decide what kind of person you are? How does a computer program itself while it’s running?

Ignorant of that fact that everyone is constantly doing that to themselves all the time with the choices they make, what they choose to do, or the kinds of people they decide to be?

People decide who they ultimately are with their own choices, they may not have access to directly fiddle with their ultimate selves as if it were a physical being under a microscope, but what most people do or what Dirk has the ability to do are functionally identical. He’s just overthinking it and getting too caught up in the pretentious philosophy of it all

#Homestuck #Meat or Candy #Epilogues #UPD8 #Dirk Strider

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