#friends from the leaf ♥

[abbyonmars]

can't catch me now. | ellie williams - wlw ♥

".. i'm just going to go dig up some katniss. there's a good patch, down by the lake." "i thought it was too early for that."

.・゜゜・inspired by the ballad of songbirds and snakes. thankyou suzanne collins for the wonderful franchise of thg :')

narrative: second person. sfw: angst/a little fluff idk wc: 4.5k

"well, the world changes awful fast."

warnings: signs of manipulation(?). canon plot to tlou2 (somewhat), violence + death!!! blood + torture. emetophobia warning (no one throws up, i just mention a lot of feeling nauseous). also progressively shitty to even shittier writing LOOL

"but.. it's still raining." "well - i'm not made 'outta sugar."

— in which expressing your devout love and loyalty for ellie williams had come at the cost of your own sanity.

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it had been about a day since you and ellie had arrived in seattle. you were situated behind her on a trotting mare as you both were headed towards the hospital, the one past the forest by which you both had been focused on for at least a couple of hours now. it had been almost completely silent within the duration of the trip, interrupted by the occasional question or comment from time to time.

in the past, you two had been attached at the hip — you had spent every living moment with each other, having shared fond and delicate memories since the day she stepped a foot into jackson.

you had been one of the first to greet her into her first week. despite her initially unsociable attitude, you tried your best to make her feel welcomed because, bless your heart, you thought you sensed something good behind those guarded green eyes of hers.

each leaf strung on every tree branch beside you collectively shook with rash force, disturbed with each whistle of wind as it weaved itself through the compact forest. the breeze had continuously brushed against you, casting cold shivers along your skin causing your body to shudder behind the girl in front.

"ellie?" 

".. hm?" 

in this moment, your breath hitched. something about it made you feel uneasy, nauseous, perhaps in craving for the sweet comfort of jackson's warmth. you missed its atmosphere and the protection of its great walls and people. you really missed your friends - reminiscing on the sweet times you had joked and laughed and carelessly partied with them had started to make you feel sick to your stomach with each recollection.

god, you were so naive. if only you had really cherished those moments. had you never taken them for granted, maybe you never would've left. had you never made the decision to challenge your odds, it wouldn't hurt to let past you see exactly where you were now. there was nothing you wanted more but to be back home. if only time could reverse to moments before the present.

.. reverse to the times before that golf club had ever struck joel's head. 

but you never said anything like that. spoke your real feelings and dissimilar logic aloud.

".. nothing." 

the brunette huffed. with a few clicks of her tongue and a few gentle tugs on the mare's lead, the speed of which you both were moving came to a gradual stop.

"you know," she said, turning her head over her shoulder to you, "i hate when you do that." 

you shrugged. admittedly, you weren't all that sure why you did do that. you were quiet for a moment though, silently condemning yourself for even choosing to speak in the first place. maybe all you needed was to get something off your chest. but was it the right time? what would she even say? 

"'m sorry," you mumbled, half-apologetically - you knew her head wasn't in the right space. that her love, and her grief was so strong, all she had the space to think about was settling the twisted burdens that wouldn't stop pricking and poking at her like a thousand rose thorn casted devils on her shoulder. until she was able to strip them all away through vengeance.. at least that's what it seemed to be.

residing by you, however, was a pit of resentment. a very deep one, for that matter. it took you so long to even acknowledge it was there, because even through all the pain your delicate hands had endured and inflicted, it never took you much thought to keep going for the girl you had always given your all to.

"i just.. can't stand the silence, i guess. sorry."

ellie let out a scoff-sounding chuckle and shook her head at you. it wasn't certain whether that was a gesture of disproval or a way of simple teasing, but either way, you did catch a subtle hint of a force tugging upward on the corner of her lips.

"oh. s'okay.. babe," she answered. before she turned back around, one hand let go of the reigns to awkwardly pat one of the hands you had resting on her waist for security. "we okay to keep going? or do you have to stop?"

do you have to?

when she said it, it almost sounded rhetorical. as if she didn't actually expect an answer from you other than the one she wanted.

"uhm.. we have been riding for a while, ellie. i'm sure the horse needs a rest." you murmured reluctantly, at once noticing the way her eyes finally darted away at your response. as she motioned the horse forward, you let out an uneasy chuckle, practically hear the cogs in her brain sputtering with thought. her silence became slightly troubling even though it didn't take her that long to come up with an answer.

she inhaled slowly. at first her head tilted upwards towards a nod, right before it lowered and shifted into a shaking motion similar to what she had done to you a few seconds ago.

"we're almost there, y/n. just ten more minutes, okay?"

your eyebrows furrowed and your arms around her had tensed slightly. what, she couldn't sit still for a second?

"but..." you swallowed. in the turn by which you spoke next, your voice grew quieter, sort of similar to the pathetic creaking sound of a slowly opening door. "i'm cold. hungry, also."

you noticed her jaw shifting as she grit her teeth together; you knew she tried to keep her patience with you, but that patience seemed to thin by each day you spent alongside her.

"there are protein bars in the small pocket," she muttered, referring to the space in her bag on her back. her tone was unwavering, yet slightly apprehensive or on edge. "can't you wait this out?"

the tension between you two was impalpable, and you couldn't help but feel a little impatient yourself. the desperation in her voice that you knew she was trying with effort to bury deep and away from your ears was so obvious and it was almost frustrating, because what was so different about the current circumstance that made her feel like she couldn't share what was on her mind with you, like she had already done before?

there was a slight pause before you leaned your body forward in attempt to look at her. from the side of her face, her eyes were vacantly focused ahead as she guided your steed, but there was nothing more.

"ten minutes won't hurt," you pressed. "c'mon, please? let's check out one of the buildings, and we can talk or something."

this earned a silence from the brunette. with you being sat behind her, you weren't fully sure what she made of your suggestion, given the limited view of her face. she sighed again, giving the heavy heave of her torso before she answered.

"talk? you think we have the time for that?" she muttered once again, her words growing harder. harder in tone, harder to hear. her words flowed much too quickly, like she was holding them in and just happened to let them go. "nora could be leaving as we speak, and you want to talk? what is so important, y/n. what even is there to talk about? did you follow me to help, or did you come here to be a burden?"

ouch. with your own inflicted silence, you leaned back and withdrew from her. your hands on her waist twitched with their own demands to pull back too as your touch grew lighter and more hesitant.

whatever sparkle you could remember from whence you looked into her eyes heretofore had died, and an empty shell of whoever she had become was left behind. there was no room left for you anymore. what you were starting to realise was that her hollow mind would always be occupied. occupied by everything, anything but you.

".. shit." she whispered. her head tilted downward as she cursed, and the horse started to slow. she did realise her mistake, but was evidently unsure of how to navigate around it. around you. "i didn't.. mean that, y/n."

a week ago, this time around, who's to say she would've reacted the same? it was almost amusing, how insincere this whole thing felt. she could, and has apologised before in endless fashion, but you knew her fallacies would always bounce back to follow her. even after the very few words of this moment and after the regretful sounding apologies, her past actions and the few unveiled emotion she had shared became very telling of her subtle duplicity.

you suddenly felt exhausted. sighing quietly you nodded, regardless of the fact that she couldn't see you, along with the hurt that glossed over your eyes.

"mhm," you hummed, attempting to hide the falter in your voice and the sudden apathy expressed. "s'fine. we'll keep going."

"no." she mumbled. pulling the mare over to a nearby sign, you watched with slight incredulity as she swung her leg over its body to jump off, meeting the ground with an aspirated grunt of effort. she looked up at you and held out her hand for you to help yourself off.

"nora can wait," she added after a pause. you noticed a slight crease in her eyebrows that wore into her face as she spoke, and how often she blinked at you. "let's scout out that clinic. we're running out of supplies anyway."

feeling slightly guilt ridden and promptly feeling indifferent about leaving your steed, you stared at the offer that was her hand before you took it, the nipping temperature of her calloused palm pressing sharply against the gentle warmth of your own.

coming off of the horse with a similar sounding grunt, you moved your head to look up at her. you noticed the darkening bags of fatigue abrading heavily at her eyes, and the dullness of labour worn on her face. you were quite surprised at how easily she let up and the way her mind changed in an instant.

"c'mon." ellie mumbled, noticing the abrupt silence from you. she squeezed your hand, trying for at least a drop of alleviation.

with her free hand she tied the leash of the horse to the sign before turning to you again, attempting to offer a smile as she looked down at you.

she then took you by the hand into the clinic. like most buildings, it was considerably worn down; faintly printed advertisements were weakly plastered over the walls, some having been teared down by time and its circumstances. shelves were scattered, broken, and fractured to pieces — if you weren't careful, poor manoeuvring would land at least a couple of splinters into your skin.

looking downward, you stepped carefully around the broken remains of glass and the sort, simultaneously looking for items to take along with you. whatever you were stepping over crunched under the soles of the boots of both yours and ellie's, filling the brief silence that had overcome the air in the meantime.

she still had you with her by the hand. herd hand had warmed a little since being wrapped around yours, and she gave the occasional squeeze — however rough her skin was from the many years of combat, the simple gesture had always been able to twist your heart and make you swoon, no matter the picture of your relationship. she had you wrapped around her finger in an almost suffocating grip.

you watched the back of her head. the way it would snap towards the direction of any given sound. the way her short hair would move with the direction of her head as she moved it, and each detail of the half-up styling she did that morning.

"i hope dina and jesse are okay." you mumbled, more so to yourself.

"me too," ellie answered, keeping her eyes ahead as she squeezed your hand again. "i'm sure they're fine. jesse'll be good at holding down the fort, especially since.. you know."

part of your somber-ness was partly influenced by your worry — since dina revealed her pregnancy, it was a lot of what you could really think about at this point, aside from your nauseating homesickness. you had left them both at the theatre in pursuit of nora, leaving jesse in care of dina's quickly weakening state.

you looked up at her. you and jesse had both already suggested going back to jackson for dina (and the baby)'s sake, but you couldn't leave tommy out here alone. you all knew the direction he was headed in, but it was only a matter of time before he would meet his near demise.

"yeah, but, how long until he can't?" as you spoke, your eyes continued to observe the clinic, drifting along its walls and dismantled furniture. "anything could've happened by now, ellie. i'm a little worried."

she stopped and turned around to face you, her eyes disconcertedly moving around the room one more time as a precaution before they settled onto yours.

"look," she said, taking a gentle step closer to you, "you don't need to worry about them. jesse's strong, and dina knows how to defend herself. have a little faith, huh?"

she chuckled softly. it had been a while since you heard her laugh, yet you could find it in yourself to laugh back. it's like she couldn't see the severity of the situation — sure, dina was a undoubtedly a strong fighter, but how long could you keep up your fight when you literally have a human growing inside of you, taking up half your strength?

your eyes casted downward. you could feel your heart start to race in your chest from slight alarm. "this isn't a joke. what if jesse's hurt, or.. dead, or something. dina would be all alone. are you not worried too?"

"hey. of course i'm worried," she took her free hand to under your chin, lifting it up with the side of her index finger and the tip of her thumb. "but i'm worried about us too.. about you. they're okay, y/n, they can handle their own."

for the moment you were now looking back into her eyes, you felt a little reassured. maybe you did need to have a little more faith in them — after all, they'd been able to keep themselves alive for this long. tommy could even be back to accompany them.

but no matter what, you knew you'd continue to entertain your stress until you got back. not only that, but something about the look she gave you felt slightly fabricated, hinting at a deeper meaning or purpose you just couldn't quite put a finger on.

"fine," you sighed. "i just wanna get out of here."

her eyebrows then creased and her slightly cracked lips were tugging into a frown. she paused for a moment as if to contemplate what you said, letting her hand slip from your face.

"sure," she mumbled, taking her hand to rub at the back of her neck. a nervous habit that she's always been inclined to practice. "let's head out then, hmm?"

with that, you both continued your search of the clinic. a few minutes passed and she had somehow managed to find a small, silver trinket of a bear necklace pendant, one that she had sheepishly approached you with.

"hey," she halfway whispered, her tone at a playfully quiet shout to get your attention.

"huh?" you mumbled, only just breaking out of your concentration that was previously focused on the drawer you were scavenging for bandages. you lacked to pay much mind as you turned around to face her, now a little taken aback by her sudden jesting-ish act.

she had her hands behind her back, partly grinning at you.

"pick one."

your eyebrows furrowed, and yet your lips twitched with slight amusement. ".. what?"

"my hands, silly. left or right?"

"uhh.. left?"

"good job!" she chuckled, bringing her left hand in front of her, her fingers still wrapped into a lightly held fist. it was actually in her right, but she swapped it behind her back before she revealed her surprise. she shook it mildly, seemingly charmed by the confusion forming on your face. "you won!"

you narrowed your eyes at her. with the slight shake and tilt of your head, you chuckled back at her, asking dubiously what she was getting at.

she had told you to open up your hand and carefully dropped it into the middle of your palm, gifting it from her to you. you were both blushing, even almost giggling as if you were both children again in a playground.

you pocketed the bear, hearing the pendant clink against the other various metallic items you had already stuffed into your jeans.

"you know, you kind of remind me of a bear," she snorted, lifting her hand to habitually rub her fingers against her earlobe.

"what?" your nose scrunched and she chuckled again, enjoying expression she planted on your face.

"you're cute and cuddly." she winked, watching as your face only turned more at her poor joke. her smile grew more once she received a light punch on her arm to which she pulled it to her and rubbed it, jokingly wincing with a sarcastic 'ouch' mouthed in a whisper from her lips.

"but you're also.. you know - you're brave," she murmured. her smile had subsequently faltered as she spoke to you, her tone the most gentle from whence you heard her speak days before. " - and protective. you're my shield, y/n, my confidence. i-i could take on all the hits in the world - as long as you're there with me."

you stuffed the bear back into your jean pocket after you had sat there observing its quirks from in between your finger and your thumb; the silver of the metal twinkled delicately under the taps of light from the windows, bringing out the colour from the faded pink of the artificial bow detailed on the ear of its head. it stared back at you as you watched it, trapped back into your thoughts again.

you were currently in the other room of the clinic, as ellie had left to check the other room a few minutes ago. she seemingly wanted to hide the cute flush on her face — the way she avoided your eyes with a surprisingly shy smile before she walked away was etched into your brain.

you were still smiling softly to yourself. you really appreciated the sweet gesture, even if it was a small one — it made you forget about the worries that was the homesickness and your friends for the moment, easing the ache in your chest and the wrinkles between your then furrowed brows.

but then you heard a thump. and then another one. and then an unfamiliar voice, and then a gunshot.

and suddenly that ache was back, striking hard and fast against your chest as you backed into the wall, sliding carefully against it. you edged towards the doorframe, slipping your revolver out from your pocket with a tight, slightly shaking grip.

"no no no, please...! i-i d-don't know who that is!"

another thump.

"p-please.." they were choking. their voice was broken up before you heard them spit, coughing something up onto the floor.

"look at me, fucker."

.. ellie?

you poked your head just past the frame, and your eyes settled on your girl. she had her back to you and him up against the wall on the floor, with one hand a bloodied bat and the other a pointed gun.

" - and don't you try to lie to me. i'll make you eat your bullshit, wolf."

she raised the bat to underneath his chin, forcing his head up to look at her. he coughed up more blood; the red splattered over the splintered wood, and it dribbled down his chin. he looked weak. his eyes were bloodshot and his tears were mixing in with the blood that oozed out of the slashes on his dislodged nose.

blood had also been seeping through the fabric of his pants. it exuded out into an escalating puddle of dark red on the floor, trickling closer towards the soles of ellie's shoes. you could hear his anxious whimpers, and you watched as he held both hands to his leg, dragging it across the floor as he kept up his attempts to back away from her. however, each time he tried, ellie would only step closer to him, menacingly staring daggers into his eyes.

"i-i'm not lying, i swear.. i'm not one of t-them, i only have my little girl.. she's - she's waiting for me - "

thump. except it was more than a thump. much more so, you swore his head was almost knocked right off his body.

"yes you are," ellie growled through her teeth. "tell me where nora is, or abby, or your little girl will have to stay waiting."

you blinked. of course, you had seen ellie take lives just as she's seen you take on your own. but this wasn't her. this wasn't the same girl who had you flushed and smitten just a few minutes ago, was it?

after a brief pause, she lowered her bat, letting it swing loosely at her side. you sighed in relief, and yet a moment too soon — she cocked her gun, raising it to aim between his glossy eyes.

"n-no.. no."

"fucking talk, idiot!" she barked, the threat rolling off from her tongue as easily as she waved the barrel at his face like it was nothing. she came closer and closer, her stance making her scrawny body seem bigger than that of this middle aged man.

it was as if you were frozen still. every cell in your body egged you on, desperately urging for you to move, to intervene. but you couldn't, like your shoes were glued to the floor and all you could do was stare and ignore the dizzy spell that cursed you to feel like the room was spinning and closing in on you.

she clicked her tongue. her head rolled to the side for a moment as she let out this sinistrous laugh and you saw her permanent snarl, lips turned with progressively darkening eyes.

"... ellie?"

and her head snapped towards you. you were stupid to assume the light in her eyes would return, but all you were met with was relentless rage, like hell was crackling from behind her eyes.

"hey, angel." she muttered, slowly averting her gaze back to the victim that lay almost limp just under her. "might wanna turn back there. this isn't something i want you here with me for."

"ellie," you repeated in a shallow breath, eyes glued to the blood and the man and oh god, the blood. "what are you.. doing.."

your voice seemed to quiver as you spoke, growing frail with the fear of actually finding out the answer to your own question. the words came out almost involuntarily, evident through your mouth agape and your eyes widening bit by bit at the sight.

"y/n," she replied, not even bothering to turn to face you. you noticed her knuckles, all bruised and trickling with blood that seeped through the tears and rips in her skin. "please."

"you - you - y-you look just like her," the man pointed a weak, shaking finger at you. "m-my girl, my daughter. please, i.. i need to see-"

another blow to his body, except to his chest this time. he groaned and coughed up more blood, spewing it out of his mouth as he wheezed a feminine name you couldn't quite catch.

"ellie, don't.." your voice broke. finally stepping into the open, you flinched as she harshly shoved the barrel into his forehead, tearing further skin.

"you don't believe this shithead, do you?" she snapped at you. "there's no girl, he's lying through his teeth."

"ellie."

"if i let him go he'll fuck off," she shoved the barrel once again into his face, trailing it down his nose, making him wince. "fuck off and rat me out to his friends. can't have that."

"p-please find her," he croaked staring directly at you and into your eyes, "t-tell her tha - that daddy loves her.. ple - please."

the moment seemed to blur together, and all you could remember was distinct choked pleas. you remembered wanting to throw up your battering heart, the way you felt like succumbing to a collapse and sinking, melting into the floor. it was all nauseating, each time she'd knock the gun into his pummelled head coincidentally in tune with your pulse.

you tried to pull her away, but that only seemed to make matters worse for the three of you. ellie held her arm out in defence, blocking you from her offence — you heard each cracking bone, felt each droplet of blood splattered onto your face alongside the impact from each relentless blow the man took by cause of ellie's pitiless hands.

it seemed like eternity, like time dragged on forever and ever. an eternity of your cries, your begs. she couldn't bring herself to stop, as each pound somehow turned worse than the last.

he eventually went limp. the strangled noises eventually came to a stop, but his loose body continued to exert blood from his lips, gurgling and dripping down his chin in endless trickles.

"y/n.. y/n..?"

two fingers were clicking in your face, snapping you out of your trance. they then took place under your chin, lifting your face to allow your eyes to drift upward.

"hey.. come back to me," she murmured, slowing her pace with you. she watched with concern, eyebrows knitting and eyes squinting. "you alright?"

you stared blankly at her. you remembered the bravery she claimed you had earlier that day, praying it would somehow, by miracle of a shooting star, manifest itself into you now. if you were brave, you'd leave. if you were brave, you'd tell her the truth about how you feel.

but you weren't. none of what she said was real; you weren't brave. you were scared, fearing the girl that cradled your face with her torment-stricken hands, yet with great depth fearing what you'd do without them. but after witnessing the pure agony she truly had the capacity to induce, you'd never succumb to her comfort again.

"yeah.. i-i'm fine, sorry." you mumbled, blinking repeatedly. how many more times could you bring yourself to lie, repeatedly, over and over? and what if she found you out? you knew she hated deceit, fabrication woven into your words and actions.

"good," you heard her mumble, dipping down to press her lips against the top of your head. "'m glad you're here, angel."

"yeah.. me too."

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this was so boring and messy i fear

this was sitting half complete in my drafts for at least 3 weeks. should've stayed that way if i'm honest x

i started reading pride & prejudice today :D along w tess of the d'urbervilles (im on ch15), i'm enjoying both so farrrrrrr

alec can go die though

i wanna start xmas hcs bc everyone seems to love the gf abby post (me too)

ok bye

im never writing an unplanned fic this long ever again! Xx i was gonna proofread this but i cba soz

also i said it was inspired by tbosas but i completely went off track so it became less inspired than i thought

ok bye fr

#ellie williams #lesbian #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #the last of us 2 #the last of us #wlw #tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #angst #fluff #ellie williams x female reader #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[notyourd0lly]

“ ʚ 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙈𝙮 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 ɞ "

Genre: ஐ Angst | Fluff ஐ

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Imagine your favorite [Bonten] member discarding you, throwing you aside and all you give them is a pretty little smile letting them know it's okay even if it's painful.

You hear them waking up from a nightmare crying so you went to go comfort them, they gave you a tearful look you gave him a warm smile that melted his heart.

His head was laying on your chest as you combed through his hair and started to hum and sing a certain song, once he calmed down with a soothing breath he started to listen to the lyrics that you were spitting out.

"One day, I will stop falling in love with you. Some day, someone will like me like I like you"

His breath hitched as he realized how he treated you and started to cry all over again, telling you he was sorry and that he didn't mean it. He loved you and doesn't want to lose you, you meant the world to him. The next lyrics you said broke him, because after knowing you since you were little you always stayed by his side.

"Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie. Pretend that we are more than friends. Then of course I'll let you break my heart again~"

He was chasing after you when he was little always telling you he would marry you when you were younger, each time you said yes to every one of his proposals whether if he offered you a ring pop, a toy ring, or even a leaf you'd always accept it. He wanted to remind you he was yours and you were his only for him to push you aside.

He'll treat you better and he proves that to you when he wakes up, clinging onto your body not wanting to move, and being extra needy no matter how cold-hearted he may seen. It was just like you were kids again and it made you smile, you're going to cherish this forever. Started pushing off the whores that stick onto him when he used to do nothing, making time for you and eating with you at lunch and taking every chance to hang out with you instead of going to clubs,

He'll want to hear you sing because it’s so soothing no matter how rough, soft, or scratchy your voice is. You love him and he loves you, it's you and him vs the world. Everyone says one of you is lucky to have one other but you think the both of you are lucky to have each other, the way you look at him and the way he looks at you would make anyone cry because your eyes are so filled with love.

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#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo revengers fluff #Tokyo revengers x you angst #Tokyo revengers x reader angst #tokyo revengers x reader fluff #bonten x you #bonten x reader #Bonten fluff #Bonten x you fluff #Rindou x reader #Ran x reader #Mikey x reader #Sanzu x reader #Takeomi x reader #Mochi x reader #kakucho x reader #kokonoi x reader

[nikkichama]

Naruto Fic Rec

Fic that I read more than once,twice, thrice or more.

HashiMada:

Sugar on your lips (I'm addicted) by chidoried E Canon divergent/Founder's era/Fix-it/Hashirama is whipped Bottom Madara/One Shot Madara placed the sweet dango between his lips, not biting into it, just holding it between his lips and teeth, looking at Hashirama expectantly. The Senju swallowed thickly, leaning in and taking a bite, their lips brushing momentarily and causing a spark to run through his body. In which Madara has a sweet tooth and loves eating dangos and Hashirama might be a little too in love.

Alkahest by misbehavingvigilante M Canon Divergence/Angst with Happy Ending/Sibling Love/Izuna Lives/ TobiIzu/One Shot In which, Madara doesn't refuse Hashirama's offer after all and Izuna lives because of it.

Lost & Found series by Makkoska E and M Modern Setting/Past Drug Use/Past Alcohol Abuse/Self-harm tendencies/Social Anxiety/Smoking/Coming Out/Divorced Parents/Past Hashirama x Mito Madara starts a new life in a quiet little village with the help of an old flame

Breathless by PaddyChan E ♥♥♥♥♥ Founders Era/Canon Divergence/Slow Burn/Protective Hashirama/Izuna Lives/ 63 chapters Forced to abandon their friendship due to the endless war raging between Senju and Uchiha, Hashirama and Madara are now facing each other on the battlefield as leaders of their clans. In one reality Madara has to mourn his last remaining brother, before being ultimately defeated by the Senju leader and losing the trust of his people. In another one, the odds are even worse. However, when Madara faints on the battlefield, Hashirama finds himself unable to kill the man he once considered his best friend. With Madara on the verge of dying, Hashirama decides to take matters into his own hands. And maybe, a single change is enough to steer fate into a different direction.

Adore by midnightfeast T Modern Setting/Pre-Relationship/One Shot “I don’t even know about your first kiss. How have I never asked you this before? Was she pretty?” Oh, he had asked countless of times, but Madara had been skilled enough to deceive his efforts.  For some reason, tonight was different. Tonight, Hashirama would not let him get away with deception. Maybe it was the alcohol, probably the raw emotions of a hurting and bleeding breakup that had Hashirama turn onto all-fours and crawl towards Madara with piercing eyes and under that intense gaze, Madara heart started to race. “Or was it a man? You know I don’t care.” Or: Closing in on thirty, Madara is convinced that he'll live the rest of his life as an unkissed virgin, because there is only one person he wants. After another break-up, Hashirama finds himself on Madara's carpet, drunk and curious.

Out of Time by Mari_Kel M ♥♥♥ (WIP) 57 Chapters Time Travel/Genin Era/Team Yamato-Freeform/Fluff and Angst/Friends to Lovers/Uchiha Madara-centric/Senju Hashirama-centric/Canon Divergence/PTSD/Team as Family/Found Family/Not Canon Compliant/Mental Health Issues Sarutobi Hiruzen was a smart man. He was the third Hokage of the Hidden Leaf, star pupil of Senju Tobirama, hailed as the second God of Shinobi, and master of ten thousand jutsu. But, as he stares down at the result of the latest botched space-time jutsu, one taken from the Nidaime’s Forbidden Archive and modified by Hiruzen himself, he wonders how smart he really is to have something backfire this badly. Because there is a tiny, angry, twelve-year-old Uchiha Madara with only one-tomoe sharingan, yelling and brandishing a kunai at him. And clinging to Madara’s arm is an equally tiny Senju Hashirama, shaking and alarmingly pale. Hiruzen closes his eyes and sighs. Truly a smart man. OR: The one where Yamato gets his own rather unique genin team comprised of a ghost, a god, and an assassin, and the timeline will never be the same.

TobiIzu:

Keep You by midnightfeast E ♥♥♥ Modern Setting/Friends with Benefits To Lovers/Smut/One Shot Unfortunate really, that Tobirama just had to go and be sweet and kind to Izuna’s cat, because then Izuna had to develop feelings for the man that was meant to be nothing more than his booty call. (I saw a reddit post or tumblr post similar to this ages ago and couldn't stop thinking about it, so I had to write a story for it. Unfortunately, I can't link the source of inspiration, because I can't find it. If you see it, please tell me.)

Don't leave me hanging by AlismaeGullran G There was only one bed/Getting Together/Pining/Canon Divergence There was only one bed, which makes room for confessions.

My rival, My friend by AlismaeGullran T/G Series 7 Work ♥♥♥ Founders Era/Fluff/Sick Fic/Past Child Abuse/Mention of Child Abuse/Hurt-Comfort/Angst with Happy Ending This is my collection of TobiIzu stories. These are all set in the same AU.

Seducing Tobirama by Phlebas T/M/E Series 6 Work Pre-Slash/Warring States Period/Mutual Pining/Uchiha Izuna Lives/Discussion of Canonical Child Death/Smut/Bottom Izuna Seducing Tobirama is harder than Izuna thought it would be. Loosely linked short fics in the same AU, all of which are inspired by the art of Junsui

A Soft Green Glow by Sharkseye M 47 ♥♥♥ Altered Mental States-due to blood loss/Pre-Slash/Canon Divergence/Pre-canon Returning from an ambush that killed his entire team and near fatally wounded him, Izuna finds himself followed by an enemy far more dangerous than the ones he left behind. Even if he makes it back to Uchiha lands, he'll be killed long before help can arrive. That is, if the blood loss doesn't get him first. ~*~ The title of my notes on this is 'Tobirama Escorts Izuna Home'. That's it, that's the story. Due to popular demand, there is now a second chapter!

My Nemesis my only Friend by Eisengrave, Maelikki, selwyn E 47 chapters ♥♥♥

Warring States Period/Fix-it/Somebodylives-somebody not/Slow Build/Pining/Uchiha Izuna lives/TobiIzu centric Hashirama saved Izuna and Madara agreed to peace. Konoha is standing on its new foundation, resting on the shoulders of two giants. But where does that leave their loyal shadows? The little brothers that swore themselves to the way of war? What good are their sharp edges when the world wants to learn to be soft? Who would understand that it's not so easy to let go of living your life in ever-present readiness to fight, to kill? [despite this vague summary this is actually very much a fix-it for the Founder's era. Izuna lives. The Shinobi Wars sort of don't happen. Sort of. Everyone lives. Hashimada is canon. Couple of OCs kicking around to fill the background.]

Curious affections by taedislumina T ♥♥♥ Modern setting/Slight NSFW/One-shot "what made you fall in love with me?" in which Izuna begs a daunting question at 2AM, Tobirama opts to humour him, and both are entirely captivated with eachother.

Mission accomplished by obitoforpresident E Friends to Lovers/Alcohol/Smut/Fluff and Smut/Dubious pinching of cheeks/One-shot But seriously- how many nights was he laying wide awake on his tatami mat because he was dreaming of the white-haired Senju? He dreamt of holding his strong hands in his, of being in his arms, cuddling and most importantly - kissing. It were too many years of suppressed feelings, but Izuna didn't have the guts to say something to the other man.

Masks I wear by Kamaleen E 3 chapters Alternative Universe- Werewolf/Alpha Beta Omega/Sexual Content/Mpreg “Good afternoon,” Tobirama replied. The white-haired alpha then turned halfway, gesturing toward the manor. “It’s a pleasure to have you here.” Izuna tried to smile back at the sentence that sounded like it was forced. He knew he shouldn’t take this to heart, but he did, and it hurt.

ObiKaka

Cause we mermaid for each other by obitoforpresident E ♥♥ One-shot/Modern setting/Getting Together/Fluff and Smut/Porn with feelings/Bikers “Hi,” a deep voice rumbled directly into his ear and Kakashi leaned sideways. “Wanna get a drink back at my place?” Kakashi raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his beer before answering. “Why should I? We’re already at a bar.” The man beside him sputtered and curiosity go the best of Kakashi. He turned his head, his gaze roaming over the broad form beside him. Messy black hair, broad shoulders clad in an Akatsuki leather jacket, and full lips were pulled into an adorable pout.

A night to remember by Anonymous E One-shot/Alpha Beta Omega/Alpa Uchiha Obito/Omega Hatake Kakashi/Dirty Talk/Camboys In which Kakashi had a one night stand and realized a week later why the guy seemed familiar.

Steal me with a kiss by strangelights E Modern Setting/Morning After/One-shot/Identity Reveal/Childhood Friends/Friends to Lovers/Idiots to Lovers KakaObi Week Day 6: Indigo | Reunited | Enemies to Lovers

Falling Stars by MareNubium E 25 chapters ♥♥♥♥♥ I read this like five times minimum and I still crying while reading it. Beautiful,masterpiece. If I read it again in the near future you would catch me still crying over it. It's chef kiss.

Modern Setting/Angst/Self-Harm/Minor Violence/Recreational Drug Use/Friends To Lovers Obito only has one goal, to graduate and then leave the god forsaken town for good. All those faces, the judgmental eyes, the laughter, the ridicule, years of pretending they don’t affect him, he’s absolutely sick of it all. He wants nothing more than to leave that miserable place controlling his every will. That is until he meets Kakashi, a boy whose world is more than meets the eye.

Turn The Page by ASchwartz33 T 3 chapters ♥♥ Canon divergence/Hatake Kakashi needs a hug/Kid Hatake Kakashi/Adoption/Found Family/Jiraiya adopts Kakashi/ Uchiha Obito Lives A gift for @AdolescentLycan for The Flying Thunder God's secret Santa exchange on discord! Jiraiya finds out that Kakashi has been left alone, and intervenes to change the course of Kakashi's life forever.

Your Scent by Primerose_Wool M One-shot/Romance/Fluff/Minor character death/Getting Together/Fluff and Angst/Canon divergence In which Kakashi loves Obito’s scent and will not stop sniffing him throughout the years.

The world, through your eyes by kyasuu 5 chapters (WIP)♥♥ Hurt-Comfort/Dimensional Travel/Unhealthy Coping Mechanism/Unhealthy Relationships/PTSD/Implied-Referenced Suicide/Suicidal Ideation In one world, Uchiha Obito died saving Hatake Kakashi during the Kannabi Bridge mission, and came back as a vengeful specter decades later. In another, he was a second too slow. In both worlds, Team Minato came home one crucial member short. Kakashi finds himself in another world where his team is alive, Konoha remains undestroyed, and the shinobi world approaches tentative peace with Minato spearheading the effort as the Yondaime Hokage. It's in that moment that he knows for certain: it should've been him under that boulder. But no world is perfect. Kakashi might think this is as close as it gets, but, assuming this is reality and not the Infinite Tsukuyomi, there's always a catch. And he's right. (Or: Kakashi loses to Obito during their fight in the Kamui dimension. He wakes up in a world that's too perfect to be his own.)

The red means i love you by khalas E ♥♥ All work of Khalas is a masterpiece! Angels&Demons AU/One-shot/Fallen!Angel Kakashi/Serial Killer!Obito/The lines between worship and obsession are blurred/Dark/Obito victim's are implied to be human sacrifices “Tobi,” the man’s voice breaks as he struggles to speak through a mouthful of blood and loose teeth. “You’re Tobi.” Tobi. His daughter’s imaginary friend. Not quite imaginary, no, not with those leather-clad fingers forcing the man’s jaws apart to see blood spill from the gashes in his cheeks. 

I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her cheeks by khalas E ♥♥♥♥♥♥ (WIP) I fucking love this!Like I already reread this a dozen times. College/University AU/Slow Burn/Mentions of harrasment/Friends to Lovers/Size Difference/Possesive!Obito Years ago, if anyone had asked Obito to describe a typical Friday night, he'd have spent hours talking about the time he'd gotten into a fistfight with the school's mascot over the last gas station sushi roll. Now, stuck at home because he'd promised to babysit Kakashi's pet fish, he realizes — He's fucking whipped.

House of cards by khalas E ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 11 chapters The first fic I read from khalas and I was sold. Like when I finished I needed to reread again. Fuck it's dark and amazing,and of course made me cry, but like OMG. Screaming and kicking my legs :D Modern Setting/Detective!Obito/Detective!Kakashi/Gang!Akatsuki/Violence/Possessive!Obito/Rough Sex/Each chapter comes with it's own tw Dark like dark dark. The house always wins.

pacifist by khalas E (WIP) ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ This is part 2 of House of Cards sadly it's only 1 chapter and work in progress. Looks like nobody know what happened/how are khalas so I just hope they're okay.

pork soda by khalas E ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 10 chapters I'm not saying anything new, it's khalas it's amazing. I love it, reread it like a hundred times. Chef kiss! Modern Setting/Doctor!Kakashi/Street fighter!Obito/Self destructive behavior/Lots of violence Obito’s memories are fading, day by day. Yet, the one person he wants to forget seems to be the only thing he can remember anymore.

hot sugar by khalas E ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 6 chapters Am I going to put in all of khalas fic? Maybe, cause all of them are awesome. College/University AU/Modern setting/TA!Kakashi/Athlete!Obito/Possessive!Obito Five times Obito embarrasses himself in front of his TA, and the one time he doesn’t.

ShikaNeji:

Shadows Dancing in the Moonlight by -catalyst (xo_thefirst) G/T series 3 work Canon Divergence/Post-war/Slice of Life/Fluff/Getting Together this is where i'll be collecting all my shikaneji works :)

Liquid Copper by saturnsmoontitan T 2 chapters Emotional Hurt,Comfort/Implied-Referenced Sexual Harassment/Set during the time skip Shikamaru wasn't entirely sure how the five of them got onto the topic of Neji's missions, but it sure sobered him up quick. or Shikamaru coming to terms with how he feels about Neji after the freshly promoted Jounin comes home and talks about some... incidents during his mission.

Ripple Series by KamiKo T/M series 3 work Slow Burn/ Protective Uchiha Sasuke/ Hurt-Comfort/Friends to Lovers/Falling in Love/Anbu Hyuuga Neji/Implied-referenced Rape-noncon/Homophobic Languages/Explicit Sexual Content/Canon Adjacent The progression between Shikamaru and Neji was persistent, but leisurely and yet still somehow they had missed the turning point. //A three-part ShikaNeji series//

The Way Thing Are by Aini M 32 chapters Written in 2008 Neji's forced to take Hinata's spot in an arranged marriage after his cousin runs away. How does the Hyuuga deal with the problem?

The Box by LaughingFreak G One-shot/Family/Father-Son Relationship/Loss Its spring cleaning and while Shikadai is forced to help he finds out more about his dad than he thought he would.

A Downward Spiral by daniwritesattimes E 85 chapters Friends with Benefits/Implied-referenced child abuse/Depression/Oral Sex/Sex/Smut “You feel like kissing yet?” Neji froze at the question. He felt a burn in his face as he looked to Shikamaru questioningly. “You know? Because of the lovey get-up?” The Nara was poking fun at the slow ride of the deemed cave of love. Neji sank a bit further in his seat. The boy had too much control over him. The fun part was that Shikamaru had no idea.

A Preference by daniwritesattimes M 21 chapters So, say Shikamaru and Temari’s marriage was failing and Shikamaru met a very nice man at the market. Yeah...

SasuSaku

Pretty Little Things by LilAnnieSunshine T Romance/Love/One-shot/Canon divergence "Let her go.” Sasuke said, fighting off the pain of his broken wrist as he stood up shakily. Sakura couldn’t be more than twenty feet away from him, but he knew Itachi could end her before he even took a step. She might as well be thousands of miles away for the good he could do her. “She doesn’t have anything to do with this.” What if Sakura had come across Sasuke's fight with Itachi the day Itachi returned to the village?

of flirting and domesticity by chidoririi G One-shot/Married Life/Newly Weds/Snippet/Fluff/Headcanon Sakura's hair has gotten long and Sasuke finds out that he doesn’t like it.

The Exit Wound by LilAnnieSunshine T Domestic Fluff/Fluff and Angst/Canon Backstory/Protective Uchiha Sasuke "His girlfriend’s skin is practically flawless compared to most ninja. He knows it’s not a reflection on how challenging her battles are. She’s a medical ninja, so she’s usually treating others, not fighting. She’s also an expert at healing her own wounds, so scars aren’t usually an issue. Furthermore, when she does see combat, she can beat just about any enemy without lifting a finger. Whoever did this was not only a skilled ninja, but had a medical background as well. " Sasuke sees Sakura's scar from her battle with Sasori for the first time. He also learns that she was the one who killed the Akatsuki member, not Naruto or Kakashi. He's in awe of his wife. Written for Day 13 of SasuSaku Month. Prompt: "Battle Scars." Written late because time means nothing.

TobiMada:

War In Times of Peace by raendown E 42 chapters Arranged Marriage/Slow Burn/Bottom Madara/Uchiha Izuna Lives Not all wars are fought on the battlefield. Some are fought at the conference table, with whispers in the shadows, or even in the bedroom. In a world where the Senju and Uchiha traditional lands were too far apart to have ever made them enemies, Butsuma and Tajima are the ones who come together and sign a treaty of peace. Madara isn't happy to have his life signed away for him in a political marriage to strengthen the bond between their clans. He is even less happy to have Tobirama make assumptions of him from their very first night together. What follows from there is a journey of healing, of learning, and finding the places to belong in the places least expected.

To plead with Time by midnightfeast T/E series 2 works Family/Grief-mourning/Fluff/Modern Setting/Bottom Madara “Oh, you can also relay my admiration. His insults certainly are creative, some may call it a touch of genius.” He turned a page in his still open file and pulled out a lined paper with finely written phrases that he slid to Madara. “I collected his… most accomplished concoctions.” Or: Madara is called to a teacher-parent talk about Izuna's open aggression towards his new chemistry teacher Tobirama Senju

Amaranthine by Blackberreh M (WIP) 9 chapters Time travel/Fix-it/Panic Attacks Everything about Madara just felt... different. Something had happened, and Tobirama was going to find out what. Madara was being kind to him. That just wouldn't stand. But then again, Tobirama's always been able to adapt well to change.

Gave you my heart by aurora_nuova M Modern Setting/One-shot/Fluff At last, the door opened after his fourth, very annoyed attempt. “Hashirama! Who lets their supposed best friend wait this long outside in those freezing temp—“ He startled and threw the sleepily scrunched up, very pale face which greeted him a thoroughly confused look. “You’re not Hashirama.” “Clearly,” the albino yawned out in amusement as he leaned against the half open door, only to squint at the lights outside on the porch with a scowl. If Madara weren’t in such distress, he might’ve found it cute even.

This is all I can think of now ♥

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we fell in love in october ;; haley x reader

summary: haley has been avoiding you, and you don’t know why. relationship: haley x female reader word count: 2.4k read on ao3!

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You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t think Haley was the prettiest girl you had ever seen. With her curly golden locks and sparkling blue eyes, she was easily the star of the valley, and of your heart. When you first moved into the small oceanside town, she’d been nothing short of rude to you. Nothing outwardly mean , necessarily, but every interaction was made up of short remarks and passive-aggressive compliments. “Nice makeup. Wait... Are you even wearing any?” “Don't you get tired of running around on that farm all day, or whatever it is you do? I couldn't stand getting all dirty like that.”

Luckily, you were not one to back down so easily. You were used to mean girls, and you had learned long ago that being sickeningly nice to them usually did the trick. Besides, something about Haley struck you. Was she rude? A little bit. But you could tell there was something else there, something more. Some days you’d see her out taking photos around town, sometimes making her sister model for her.

So you gave her gifts. Coconuts you’d found in the desert, a slice of pink cake, a pretty sunflower from the farm. Each time she seemed surprised, but she softened a little bit more. You felt that you were making progress, albeit slowly. As mean as she was, you wanted to be her friend. 

You’d heard around town about the things she and her sister Emily had gone through. They had been on their own for the past two years as their parents “traveled the world.” Apparently, they had never been around much before that anyways. You couldn’t help but feel bad for them. While they were both adults–Haley 21 and Emily 24–it couldn’t be easy to be without your parents for so long. And it wasn’t an excuse for Haley being so mean, but maybe it was an explanation.

You were taking your usual afternoon walk around Pelican Town. It was a brisk fall day, perfect to see all the foliage the seaside town had to offer. You had only been there for a few months, but you only needed a day to fall in love with the area. You were starting to understand why your grandfather loved it so much there.

As you strolled, the leaves crunching under your feet, memories began to flood back to you. Memories of visiting the farm as a child, of jumping in leaf piles and making scarecrows. Thanksgivings hosted in the old farmhouse– they were never large. You had no cousins, so holidays were always just you, your parents, and your grandfather. The attendance may have been small, but the company was good, and he always made enough food for ten times the amount of people that were there.

You wondered if you ever came across any of your now-friends as children. You always stayed on the farm, but perhaps one time you’d seen sisters playing in the town square, a girl reading under a tree, two boys and a girl playing in the river, a girl doing some kind of science project…

As you walked around the area of Marnie’s ranch, you were stopped by the sound of crying. Frowning, you started to approach the noise. As you rounded a tree, you saw the source of the noise: Haley, sitting on the dock by the small pond. Her face was in her hands, and her shoulders were shaking. She seemed to be trying to quiet her sobs, but to no avail.

“Haley?” You called. Immediately, she tensed up and the cries stopped. You walked down the length of the dock quickly, wood creaking. Just as you got close, she wiped her eyes and looked up at you. Mascara streaked down her pink cheeks, her eyes were red and puffy, and her hair was a mess.

“H-Hi,” she said, her voice shaking.

“What’s wrong?” You sat down beside her. She sniffled and wiped her cheeks. Black makeup stained her fingers, and she let out a laugh when she looked down at her hands. “You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

For a while, you were both quiet. You weren’t going to make her speak, and at the moment it seemed like she didn’t want to. Haley stared at her feet, her breath still shaking as she tried to calm herself down. You knew that feeling too well; when you’re finished crying but you still can’t seem to breathe properly.

You don’t know how long the two of you sat there for, but soon there was a chill in the air. The warm afternoon was fading away. The only sounds were the wind whistling through the trees and squirrels running through the leaves, no doubt stockpiling for the bitter winter ahead. You had to do the same thing this time of year. It was one of the most important things your grandfather always told you he did: fall is the time to prepare for winter. Grow extra wheat for the animals, extra food for yourself so you don’t starve. Save up for some nice heaters for the barn and coop. 

Haley shivered beside you. You looked at her, noting the way goosebumps raised on her smooth skin. Without a second thought, you shed your jacket and placed it on her shoulders. She murmured a soft thanks.

“It’s getting dark out,” you noted. This time of year was sad, for it got dark far too early for your liking. If you had to guess, which you were quite good at from time spent outside, it was barely even five o’clock. “Do you want me to walk you home?”

“Yes, sure,” she whispered. One of only three things she had said to you since you arrived. You stood up and offered her your hand. She took it and stood up. You couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked in your jacket. It was a warm one, meant for farming on cold days like this. It was dirty and stained. You’d think Haley would take it off with a, “ugh, gross” , but to your surprise, she pulled it tighter around her.

The short walk to 2 Willow Lane was filled with more silence. Haley didn’t say a word, but she didn’t need to. You knew that she appreciated your presence. She showed it by taking your hand and giving it a light squeeze. When you got to her door, she shed your jacket and handed it back to you.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” You breathed.

“Okay.”

You didn’t talk to Haley again for a while after that. Every time you saw her, she seemed to avoid you. At the Spirit’s Eve festival, she stayed close to Alex the whole time, and when you said hi, she only gave you a brief “hey” back. Why she was avoiding you, though, you didn’t know. You sensed it had something to do with that afternoon by the lake and why she was crying. 

Fall turned into winter, and the sun began to set even earlier. Darkness fell over Pelican Town by four o’clock, a far cry from the seven o’clock sunset of the summer months. Your livestock stayed inside their respective barns and coops, so you could no longer even wake up to their sound in the mornings. Due to the cold weather, you fell into a routine much more dull than your usual one. Walks around town became few and far between.

Often, you found Haley at the forefront of your mind. You rarely saw her anymore, but that didn’t stop her blue eyes and her laugh like a chime from plaguing your thoughts. You missed her, you’d admit, but there was nothing you could do. She didn’t want to see you, it seemed, so what could you do about it?

You weren’t a fan of the snow, so you had largely been trying to avoid leaving the farm. But you really needed a silo built, so you found yourself trekking up to Robin’s carpentry shop. After placing the order, you figured you might as well just walk through the town. Pelican Town was always pretty, but the lights wrapped around the lampposts made it even prettier this time of year. You moseyed along the walkways, humming softly to yourself as you admired the lights. 

Then you saw her. Haley was standing outside of Alex’s house, giggling with him as he tossed his gridball up in the air. He was saying something–knowing him, probably something dumb–and Haley was laughing. Her cheeks were glowing from the cold, and her eyes sparkling with laughter. Your mother always told you that jealousy was a parasite, one that would find its way into your heart and burrow itself there. Now, you knew you had been infected.

You turned on your heel and went back to the farm.

Winter dragged along, but before you knew it it had been a year since you first moved to Pelican Town. On the morning of the first day of spring, you found a note stuck to your door:

Farmer (Y/N),

Come to the community center at 3PM!

Excitement bubbled up in your stomach. You had recently finished renovations on the community center, and you were beyond thrilled that it was going to good use. In the past year, you had seen so many improvements made on the town, entirely thanks to you. Your hard work had not gone to waste, it seemed.

You spent your morning cleaning out the farm, then headed to the community center at three. To your surprise, the lights looked like they were off. You frowned and opened the door, peeking your head in.

“Hello?” You called. As the words left your lips, all the lights turned on. The interior was decorated with various balloons and streamers, and there was a table full of food in the center. On the wall, there was a big banner that said: HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

“Surprise!” Everyone yelled. You laughed in disbelief as you looked around at your friends and neighbors, those you had come to know and love over the past four seasons of your life. Around you, you saw everyone in town. Even Haley, who was currently avoiding all eye contact with you. Your heart sank a little, but it quickly rose up again when Alex ran over to you, hugging you tightly and lifting you in the air.

“Happy anniversary!” He yelled. “Can you believe it’s been a whole year since you moved here?!”

“We wanted to throw you a party to thank you for everything you’ve done for us,” Emily said, having appeared beside you. “You really saved this town.”

Over the next hour or so, you spent time talking to each and every one of your neighbors. Never in your life had you felt more appreciated and loved than in that moment. Everyone thanked you over and over again, but the one person you wanted to see was nowhere to be found.

“Hey, have you seen Haley?” You asked Emily. She was sitting in the little library section, talking and laughing with Caroline, Jodi, and Robin.

“I think I saw her go outside to get some fresh air,” Caroline said. Emily agreed with her, so outside you went. There, sitting on a park bench, was Haley. She was holding a daffodil in her hands, twirling it. Clearly, she was deep in thought. 

Quietly, you walked over to the bench and sat beside her. “Hey, Haley.”

“Oh, hey,” she said. She didn���t look up at you. You let out a sigh.

“Why are you avoiding me?” You asked, point-blank. She perked up and, finally, for the first time in months, looked you in the eye.

“I-I’m not avoiding you!” She said quickly.

“Really? Because this is the first time you’ve looked me in the eye since–since that time by the lake in Cindersap Forest,” you said. She didn’t look upset before, but she did now. Haley was never the type to cry in front of people, but tears were filling her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I-I just, I…”

“You can tell me what’s wrong,” you urged. “If I did anything, I want to know.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said. “I promise.”

“Then what is it?”

For one nostalgic moment, you were both silent. After what felt like an eternity, she spoke. Her voice was shaking, and she had since looked back at the daffodil in her hands.

“I-I’ve always been so confident in myself, and who I am,” she explained. “My whole life, I’ve known who I am. In high school, I was a popular girl. Was I a little mean? Sure, but I think all teenage girls are. I had friends, even boyfriends. I have never once questioned myself until I met you. You’re just so…ugh!”

“You don’t like me?” You asked, heartbroken.

“No! God, no. I don’t not like you. That’s not it at all. I just…” she sighed. “For my entire life, I’ve dated men. But I don’t think I have ever been attracted to them. I’ve never felt about my boyfriends the way I feel about you. And you’re not even…you’re not my girlfriend. I’ve been avoiding you because I’m afraid, (Y/N). I’m afraid of how you make me feel.”

For a moment, it felt like the world stopped spinning. Time slowed to a complete stop. The only people that existed, at that moment, were you and Haley. You didn’t know what to say. All you could do was sit there, mouth open in shock. 

“I love you,” she said softly. Tears threatened to spill out onto her cheeks. You cupped her cheek with your hand and, instead of responding, you kissed her. She seemed shocked for a moment, too frozen to reciprocate, but after a minute she melted into it. Her lips tasted like strawberries, and her skin smelled of coconut and jasmine. She was soft, softer than you could have ever imagined, and you realized you loved her back . 

You had loved her all along. You loved her soft golden hair and her sparkling blue eyes, you loved her laugh like a chime and all those snide remarks she made to you when you first met. Even though she hadn’t spoken a word to you in two months, you loved her.

You pulled out of the kiss, pressing your forehead against hers. 

“I love you too, Haley.”

#haley stardew valley #stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley fanfiction #haley sdv x reader #haley stardew valley x reader #haley sdv #bee's fics

[luveline]

jadey jade hi!! i hope ur well!!! for hurt/comfort i’m thinking jonathan & anxious reader perhaps. like she’s having a panic attack and he is just very very wonderful and holds her hand and helps her get her breathing back to normal <3 it’s ok if u don’t wanna do it lov u

thank you for your request!! love u ♥︎ fem!reader TW panic attack

Jonathan has a scary sixth sense for this kind of stuff. You've barely realised yourself what's happening when he's offering his hand through the merged crowd of your friends and pulling you toward clearer ground. Not far, but enough to give you some privacy. 

Grass crushed under your feet, you take awkward, near wobbly steps and come to a pause behind a big maple tree shedding leaves. You watch one drift down on the breeze behind his shoulder. 

"What's freaking you out?" he asks gently. 

You take a shallow breath. "Um." 

He smiles. "That freaks me out, too," he says, offering his other hand. You grab at him like a lifeline. He doesn't complain.  

"Listen to my breathing," Jonathan says, taking a slow, unhurried breath. 

You copy his movements, eyes everywhere and nowhere. You stare at his eyes, the little lines underneath and his straight lashes, then his cheeks, his neck and that tiny beauty mark on his right side. You lean into his hands, too much of your weight but he doesn't complain, only let's his hands slide further and further up your arms to keep you steady. 

"You're okay," he says, speaking with a sweet surety, like it's not even in question. "You're good. Do you wanna sit down?" 

You settle on your knees and Jon sits with you, joined hands resting warm as the sun over both kneecaps. He waits with you until you're through the worst of it, and though he tries to hide it there's the slightest hint of panic in his own expression, worried when you hang your head and squeeze his hands. You're sure you'll pass out, but slowly you're okay, you're on the other side of it, and the painful ache in your chest becomes a manageable twinge. 

He laughs. Not cruelly — Jonathan doesn't have a mean bone in his whole body. A huffing, light laugh, relief plain as day in the way he strokes your wrist.

"You did so well," he murmurs, brushing the side of his pinky finger over your baby hairs. 

"I thought I was gonna die." 

"Like I'd let that happen." 

You pull his hand back to your face, cheek heavy in his palm.  

A leaf falls down and lands on your head. Jonathan laughs again, a real, hearty laugh as he pulls it from your hair, spinning the stalk between his fingers. 

"It wanted to make sure you're okay," he says. 

Are you okay? You nod at him. "I'm okay." 

He strokes down the bridge of your nose with the leaf. "Good, I need you to be okay. I don't think I can survive Will's friends by myself." 

"They're your friends, too," you say. 

"Yeah, maybe." He draws a circle around the apple of your cheek. "You're my favourite one, though." 

Jonathan helps you back onto your feet and tucks the lead behind your ear. He holds your face in both hands, turning it from one side to the other like he's assessing before he presses a dainty kiss to the corner of your eye. Your heart races for a brand new reason. 

#jonathan byers x y/n #jonathan byers x you #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers x fem!reader #jonathan byers fanfic #jonathan byers fanfiction #jonathan byers drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things

[yarnnerdally]

Hiya, Ally! ♥ Congratulations on your milestone!! :D Can I request Clavis + forehead kisses + fluf pretty please TwT

Okay so I took some liberty with this and put it in the tattoo/florist AU and 👀. It got away from me just a little haha. And I hope you like it! Thanks so much for being a friend 🩶

Peonies and PDA

A Clavis x MC story.

Rated T

Tags: fluff, PDA, forehead kisses, female mc, flirting with flowers, tattoos, modern au, tattoo/florist au

It started when Clavis saw her in the window of the tattoo parlor. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth just a little, endearingly, as she worked on a tattoo for a client. Yes, the work she was doing was lovely, but what really struck him was the full sleeve of flower tattoos she sported. Cyclamen, lavender, succulents, roses, tulips... a veritable garden covered her entire left arm. The image of it was burned in his mind as he continued to the next door down, re-opening the floral shop after his lunch hour. How had he not seen her before? And the gorgeous work on her? He found his mind wandering through the rest of the work day, imagining each flower and leaf he touched as art on her skin. A plan formulated in his mind over the next few days and he put together a small bouquet for her. He had gotten in some lovely peonies in different colors and smiled as he constructed it. He went in early the next morning to deliver the flowers to the front door of the tattoo shop with no note. Clavis saw the flowers in her booth later in the day. A few days later she sat on the chair in her own booth, a delicate design of peonies being tattooed on her shoulder blade. Their eyes met and they both grinned. A week later, it was nearly closing time and he heard the bell of his shop door. Looking up, he was delighted to see her there, resplendent as ever. "Thought you might want to see the peonies healed properly." She pulled down the corner of her oversized shirt to show him the tattoo. He realized it was identical to the bouquet he made for her and it sent a thrill through him. He went to her, allowing his finger to trace the delicate outline of a pink peony. A shiver ran up her spine at the contact and she turned her head to watch him. Her cheeks flushed as he leaned in to press a kiss to her temple without reservation. "It absolutely suits you. I'm Clavis, by the way."

#Ally's 100 Follower Event #Ikepri #ikemen prince #clavis #clavis x mc #ikemen clavis #clavis lelouch #fluff #pda #flowers #tattoo/florist au #modern au #forehead kisses #flirting with flowers #tattoos

[reginrokkr]

◟༺✧༻◞ What flavor is your soul?

Rosemary

Ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. The time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. You've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. But kindness without limits is self destruction. Oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. You wish to please everyone, to protect them all. But if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. Protect yourself too. You know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. Be a friend. Your loved ones will not forsake you for not being Perseus slaying all their demons. You have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. Oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. You know that right? Be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

Tagged by: @divitaclara​ (Thank you! This was fun to do ♥︎) Tagging: @risingsol​ @samyavastha​ @valorxdrive​ @moonichor​ @lesserden​ @alatusatlas​ @zercfoxgiven​ @boundlesswanderers​ @aalberich​ @fatedevour​ @galactia​ @flametethered​ @iiryoku​ @sagnaevi​ @narvvhal​ @skywardballad​ @mugiwarao​ 

#◟༺✦༻◞ Shall fair divination be imparted ┊Dash game.┊ #...ouchie #this does hit right in the nose #in some instances #it's nice to come across #these great games #thank you again 5H4DE!

[akoiromanticstudent]

aesthetic coffee and bookshop.................. hangout

and the Historian continues to be absolutely lovely, as seen on our date yesterday a couple weeks before Valentine's Day [oops I forgot to finish this post], having met for the first time in person in three years, nothing dramatic happened as a result of the fact that I've graduated, no sudden or notable shift in our relationship. I thought I would detail said date anyway for record keeping and sentimentality, but it's worth noting he casually said we were soulmates so yanno ♥ haha

I arrived 45minutes early to his class that I'd play the Maple Leaf Rag for and knocked on his office door, and he invites me in [despite the fact that he's in the usual pre-class flurry of frantic preparation], and while in there I'm able to confirm that he's still got my insane Valentine's Day gift as well as my extremely secret April Fools Day gift [which I will reveal one day because it was an incredible undertaking but only after my next job is confirmed and I move out of the country lolololol]

and I didn't say the cool thing I wanted to say which was "I'll have you know, I've been waiting two years to say this to your face... hello [first name]" [as he had disallowed me from calling him by first name until it was certain that I would never return as a student] - I really wanted to say this but saying people's names to their faces is like pulling teeth and I never manage it

we had a lovely little chat but I pulled it short because I know he was scrambling for class and I'd better not let his social tendencies get in the way of his work as much as I love hearing him, and he strongly advised I check out the gallery/exhibition downstairs on famous women in popular music [it was indeed very cool ♥] before coming back up to get to the classroom to practice

we realized that I didn't have a way to get into the room early enough so he hands me his key card and says "by the way, you have to give that back" [hehe] and I just laugh but when he leaves I love looking at it [I've seen it before] and the fact that it has his profile picture from when he started teaching at this university, he was SO much younger, emphasizing a model-worthy facial structure with a very modest haircut [notably more hair than now]

I practice various ragtime for a bit and I time it so that he and early students walk in, I'm playing a slower, sweet rag called Weeping Willow to welcome them in, a delightful little piece that none of them have heard before. After this, he enthusiastically introduces me to the class as a pianist, piano teacher, twice music major alum, and a "friend" - the second time he introduced me this way (the first time was to his son - nothing terribly interesting is happening there, I just offered to potentially help his son get an internship or something with my company)

so later in the class I go ahead and play the Maple Leaf, demonstrating various musical, technical, harmonic, and structural aspects, directed by The Historian - and as every time I do this for him, he's delighted that I do this. And "I really particularly love this harmony" and his voice drops and says "Wait, here, stop, this chord, oh yes... Okay next one"... "Just go back and forth between those chords."

after class, I let every else talk to him before I engage him again and we chat like colleagues and buddies (and maybe, somewhat loosely, we are at least nearly peers--after all, I'm an educator as well, simply not classroom), about teaching and students and music, and we depart from the music building together out to our corresponding cars, chatting and laughing and exchanging snarky comments and casually loving compliments

He's SO so so lovely and we go out into the windy, freezing parking lot, and he takes great care to know what my car looks like (as well as get my phone number in case I get lost, as if he didn't already have it) before he goes to his car and I follow him out.

We arrive at the Super Aesthetic Bookshop and I'm sure we look like quite a suspicious pair, this 6'0 white-as-american-man-can-be geezer and 5'3 (reacted) woman, speaking in low hushed pretentious tones and sensible chuckles, standing awkwardly at the counter for several minutes as we slowly realize their coffee machine is broken, so we walk to another coffee shop in the complex with nearly the opposite aesthetic - clean, white, barren, youthful, and now he's the one that looks hilariously out of place, but I feel even weirder, surrounded by people my age and younger (mind you this place looks like it was AI generated from Instagram coffee posts), possibly even giving us looks for the way we interact (but hey! We're just friends, a pair of nerds, hanging out) before we carry our coffees back to the bookshop.

We make our way back to the sitting area-- and it's SO cozy-- he gestures to a few seating options: individual chairs? Or the couch... Which is definitely, definitely, a two-seater, and therefore by definition, a loveseat. Which I DEFINITELY choose, and he seems more than comfortable with, so we settle on this "couch" (fingers curling around our respective coffees for the warmth) - speaking pretentiously again with cute self-depreciating interjections (his eyes cast down bashfully or with secret humor), with a totally appropriate amount of space between us (I still don't know his touch), and somehow never ever getting uncomfortable (his hands are so big), never getting closer (lips curl into a smirk), but never getting further (he hums in agreement, he hums in disagreement, I always think he speaks so smoothly but in reality he stutters enough, in between very fluid phrases).

And we talk about teaching and reading and psychology and society and work and technology and music

He talked about a teaching dilemma, regarding these students, a "modern problem", and he worries that he's holding up expectations that students can no longer meet. Me, being a freaking nerd, don't think that these expectations are excessive, given the relative ease of the other classes in our degree, and I said, "well. I am, in some respects, old fashioned as well..."

Him: "this is why we're soulmates." He's grinning and I laugh with love and don't say anything specific at all to that, but it's definitely there.

We're soulmates.

And maybe that's okay that this means that we're just friends that sometimes come together and chat comfortably for many hours at a time.

#! the historian #arstudent original #professor crush community #professor crush

[tonguetiedraven]

Bonrin Slugs Bonrin slugs Bonrin slugs Bonrin slugs slugs

I am so curious about how you managed the unique font in the ask box, lol. But yes, more bonrin slugs xD

Part: One, Two, Three (you're here.), Four

Summary: Ryuuji gets put into a new tank and quickly makes friends with the neighboring sea slug. The cheerful Rin finds himself entirely taken with land slug Ryuuji, and the star crossed slugs are determined to find away to be together without letting a little thing like salt get in their way.

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“You’ve fallen in love with him.” Mephisto’s smile was broad as he spoke. His spikes shimmered with orange light, and something in Rin shivered at the way the water around them seemed to pulse with potential power.

“Huh?” Rin’s face felt all warm and he was flaring a little. It was kind of impossible not to.

“The slug,” Mephisto said, like it was both obvious and a bit gross. Rin pressed his mouth closed and glared hard. Ryuuji wasn’t gross. Besides, they were all slugs. 

“I—what?!”

“You’ve gone and fallen in love with him. Imagine! A dragon sea slug falling in love with a common brown slug. How passé.” 

Rin felt himself flaring with indignation. Ryuuji wasn’t passsay. He was awesome and cool and handsome and smart and caring and Rin wasn’t going to float here and listen to him get bashed. 

“Cut it out!” He snapped, burning bright. “I ain’t gonna let you just—”

“Oh, but I think you will. At least once you know what it is I’m offering.”

“Ryuuji isn’t common,” Rin muttered, but he pulled his flames in a bit. 

Love him? He… he hadn’t thought about that. It made him blush to think it, but…

No. He wasn’t going to think about it in front of Mephisto. Still… “What’re ya offering?”

Mephisto’s smile was deadly. The spanish shawl flickered with orange light and swam up from his massive collection of soft ramen algae. “A chance to explore his world. That’s what you want, isn’t it? The chance to join him on the land? To slide with him and lean against him? To kiss him?”

Rin’s blue body turned a bit purple with his blush. “I— whaddya mean, join him? I’d kill him because of the salt.”

“I have ways of working around such things.”

“What?!” Not being salty? Being able to go on a stroll with Ryuuji? Being able to lean against him and cuddle in the little leaf pile Ryuuji loved? To make him stuff with cucumber and spinach? 

To kiss?

“I have many skills, Rin. Your dreams aren’t impossible, though they will come at a price.”

“What price?” Rin demanded, fluttering anxiously. He didn’t want to waste any more time. Ryuuji would be going on his evening meditation soon, and the other boys would be right next to him, pressed close and doing what Rin couldn’t. He wanted to go now. 

“A small one, I assure you. A mere conversation.”

Rin’s eyes narrowed. “A conversation?”

“Yes, a conversation with an acquaintance of mine.”

Rin inhaled and exhaled slowly. The bubbles passed in front of him, floating to the surface, just like he wanted to. A conversation for the chance to actually be with Ryuuji? 

“Deal.” 

Mephisto’s responding smile almost made him regret it.

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Ryuuji was nudging a few new leaves to his pile and trying not to sigh. He hadn’t seen Rin at all today. He’d called and called and called, but nothing. He couldn’t see too far in Rin’s tank, and what he could see what was mostly coral. A lot of places Rin and his bright blue self could be hiding.

He hoped Rin was just napping — he did that a lot — and not purposefully avoiding him. The thought of Rin ignoring him like the other slugs used to made him feel a bit nauseous. He didn’t want to be ignored like that. Not by Rin.

Had he upset the sea slug? He hoped not. 

Ryuuji nudged a few more leaves into his pile. He’d gotten some fungus too and had thought about dropping it into Rin’s tank because it was the tasty kind, but he hadn’t seen him.

He missed Rin. He liked hanging out with Shima and Konekomaru, and he had missed the fun of having other slugs around he could play with and cuddle with, but they weren’t like Rin.

Not that he’d spent a lot of time thinking about that. It was a kind of scary thing to think about. Especially since he wasn’t any closer to getting to Rin.

A strange thud had him sliding out from under his branch home and peering around cautiously. He could hear Shima and Konekomaru rousing behind him, and the thought of them getting hurt made him braver. He slid forward, making himself as big as possible and drew in a breath.

“Someone there?” He asked, trying to make his voice growl. 

A rustle, a gasp like someone was dying, and that worried him more than it scared him. Someone was hurt. He hurried forward, sliding over the substrate as quickly as he could and scanning the area with his antenna. There was a strange scent in the air that he didn’t know, and a few more inches forward showed a shape moving around in the leaves. 

Ryuuji stilled (a bit frightened), sucked in as big a breath as he could, and inched slightly closer.

“Hello?”

A head popped up from the pile of decaying leaves. A slightly blue slug head. Ryuuji slid back, thoroughly surprised, and squeaked (embarrassingly.)

“Ryuuji!” The slug called in a vaguely familiar voice (but not quite right) and bolted forward with an excited wiggle. Ryuuji slid further back, and blinked in surprise as a bright shell was revealed from the decayed leaves. A bright blue shell with a few silvery twists and a splash of green at the very center. He’d never seen the like. 

The snail was beaming at him, a familiar sort of smile that was knowing.

“Ryuuji!” He said again, sliding forward quickly and a bit clumsily. Ryuuji backed up, a bit unnerved, at the familiarity, and slipped on a bit of revealed glass.

“Ryuuji!” The snail didn’t stop until he was right in front of Ryuuji, eyes enormously happy and blue, mouth in the biggest sort of grin, antennas twitching with excitement, and then he closed the (small) space between them and pressed his face against Ryuuji’s neck, nuzzling against him and making a happy sound as he got much too close.

“Wh—hey!”

Ryuuji tried to get away but the snail was insistent as hell.

“Ryuuji,” the snail said again, sliding closer and curling his head around Ryuuji. This was turning into a full embrace. He hadn’t hugged anyone but his parents like this. 

“Get—get off!” 

The snail pulled back sharply with a confused noise. “What? Why? I—I thought you’d be happy?”

Ryuuji blinked and it didn’t get any clearer. The snail was also still much too close. He slid back a little, flushed and confused and bugged at how familiar but not this snail was. He’d certainly never met a snail with a shell like this. 

“I’m sure you’re great and all, but I don’t know you.”

The snail’s head drew back, its antennaes rose in shock, and its eyes went all wide. Then it barked out the loudest sort of laugh. 

“Ryuuji,” he said, grinning all the more, “it’s me.”

The familiar blue eyes and the voice clicked into place, impossibly, right as the snail said his name. Ryuuji’s mouth popped open in utter shock, and the snail slid forward. 

“It’s Rin.”

“Rin?! That’s—that’s impossible!”

Rin nuzzled their cheeks together and drew back. “It’s magic! My uncle, well… He’s weird, but he can do magic stuff. He got me this koma shell,” Rin turned his head to look at it and made himself turn around a bit. 

“A magic shell?” Ryuuji was so confused.

“Yeah!”

“I—what? How…” Ryuuji shifted slightly closer, feeling a bit numb all over.

“It’s me,” Rin promised. “You’re favorite treat is cucumber, you know a lotta cool stories, you run every night, you like your nest to be neat and tidy, you’re curious about tadpoles, and you’re not scared of salt even though it melted your home—”

“Rin!” He zoomed forward, squishing himself against Rin and curling around him in the closest hug he could manage. “I— how?!”

Rin hugged him back, a bubble of laughter falling from his mouth and making Ryuuji’s heart thump extra hard. 

“It’s a magic shell! It lets me go on land as long as I’m wearing it.”

Ryuuji pressed his face against Rin’s neck, sucking in a shaky breath. This was Rin. He was holding Rin. There wasn’t any glass between them and no deadly salt. Just warmth and a bit of decayed leaf. It was really Rin and it was everything he thought it’d be.

“How long?” 

“Three days.”

Ryuuji’s heart twisted painfully. Three days wasn’t long at all. It wasn’t nearly as long as he wanted.

“Then?”

“Well, I’ll have to go back, but I get to keep the shell? So… As long as I deliver the message, I think I’ll be able to come back.”

“Message?”

Rin yawned and nodded. Noticing the yawn, and imagining that transformations like this were probably exhausting, Ryuuji bumped his head against Rin’s affectionately and slid back.

“Come on,” he said, “we need to go to bed before it gets too bright.”

Rin’s cheeks went all pinkish-purple as he nodded. Ryuuji led the way with Rin pressed close. He showed him his little nest and hastily nudged a few more leaves into the pile as Rin explored it. Konekomaru and Renzou had already fallen asleep, so there was no one to comment as Ryuuji went to the middle of his pile and motioned for Rin to join him. The cheerful sea slug did, curling around Ryuuji and making a soft, happy noise that had Ryuuji’s face feeling all kinds of warm. 

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Ryuuji woke up to the hiss of whispered words. He blinked his eyes open slowly, curled up with someone warm and feeling wonderfully relaxed in a way that reminded him of his old home. He nuzzled the warm thing, holding onto the allure of sleep for a few moments longer, and startled when the warm thing murmured.

Renzou and Konekomaru were the whispering things, and the warm thing was Rin.

Ryuuji slid back, yelping a bit in his shock, and immediately regretting the unthinking action when it had Rin waking as well.

"Bon!" Renzou crowed, moving towards them with an excited wiggle that made his pink seem all the brighter, "Who is this? Why didn't you tell us we weren't alone? Why were you hiding your snuggle buddy?"

"Don't call him that!" Ryuuji snapped as Rin blinked his big blue eyes.

"Hey," he glided back to Rin and bumped his head, ignoring his nosey friends for a moment in favor of Rin (and his extremely limited time over here.) "You okay?"

Rin yawned and nodded with a sleepy sort of smile.

"Bon," Renzou whined, inching closer and ignoring Konekomaru's quiet "Shima." "Who is that?"

Ryuuji stared into bright blue eyes on a different, but still familiar face and felt his heart thump extra hard. It was real. Yesterday hadn't been a dream. He was really here. Ryuuji could hold him and play with him and race with him and eat with him, and--

"It's Rin." He swallowed the thickness in his throat away as much as he could. "The sea slug. His uncle used magic to help him get over here."

His friends shared (understandably) confused glances. "What?"

Ryuuji flicked the bright shell with his tail. He couldn't quite take his eyes off Rin. not with the soft and happy way Rin was staring back at him.

"It's a magic shell," he murmured. "It let Rin on land."

"But," Konekomaru stuttered, "isn't he still dangerous? Isn't there still salt?"

"Koneko, they were cuddled together. Bon would be dead."

"Hey," Ryuuji tore his eyes away for that. "Rin's not dangerous." He slid forward, shouldering his way past them and out from under the branch. "Now, if you'll excuse us. We're gonna gather some food for breakfast. Rin wants to try cooking something before we head out."

The duo shared a confused glance as Rin joined him.

"Head out?"

"Yeah," Ryuuji stayed pressed against Rin's side as he showed him where the strange food producing bowl was. "Rin has to deliver a message, and I'm going with him."

Rin stopped in his track and sucked in a loud breath.

"You-you are?"

Ryuuji nodded decisively and told himself he wasn't blushing. "Yeah. I'm not missing a moment of you being over here. If we only got three days, I'm gonna make the most of them."

And... and maybe he could find the courage to talk about all the things he hadn't been thinking about.

#bonrin #bon x rin #ao no exorcist #my tumblr fics #blue exorcist #ryuuji suguro #rin okumura #ryuji suguro #bon suguro #bonfire #aoex #bon/rin #slug au #i'm still confused how this became a full story #lol

[inabsentiiarch]

what does your soul smell like

ROSEMARY

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

tagged by: @crimsontroupe ! thank you friend ♥

#dash games #hhhhhhhhhhHHHH #this hits different

[annjiru]

what flavor is your soul?

rosemary 

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

tagged by @generalzelgius​ (thank you ♥)

tagging: @geneshisuu​, @chaieos​ (for rufus), @serafim​

#✧.*┊dash game.┊

[eritvita]

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The twist of the Seasons dost call that lowing Transformation of e'ery Greene leaf onto brilliant golds, burnished oranges and copper tones 'pon e'ery nook and branch and craggy bark what surrounds this great gathering, this meadowy party filled with lightning bugs and flutter'ng dragonflies; that heady stink of fermented ale and beer, uproarious laughter and the heavy decadence of faery cakes and roast meals.

Is roland swollen from the belly and the bright, red Heart from touching palms and arms with ancient, olde Friends; all inhuman and pointed of the ears and of their sharp-tooth'd smiles and silvery skin, long, flowing hair, their scents of Green and polished eyes and paint and laughter both smothered with drink and tinkling off the corners of one's Sight like that sweetest chimes of silver bells.

He carries a tall tankard of mead with him as Roland meanders to a secluded nook, with tall grass and a fallen log what carries mushrooms and little insects and that gentle, soft spot of moss, of which Roland dost seat himself plain. He sighs and laughs, and hears following footsteps, gay and light, come up from behind him.

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 .

#!!! i made it ambiguous for whomever!!👋👋 #streetgoats #notepad. #alcohol mention for ts

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꘎˚ ༘♡♥.˚◞❣꘎ ━━━━━ sonnet wozniak says ; i would love to dedicate a song to my dear sibling leaf please! specifically bette midler's ‘wind beneath my wings’. no song will ever be able to perfectly describe just how precious my bond is with leaf, they're my best friend in the world, but i hope this is a good start. happy valentine's day, everyone! 

t: happy valentine’s day to you, my sweet sonnet!

s: for those listeners who don’t know, sonnet is family to us here, quite literally!

t: yes! sonnet and the other precious wozniak this dedication is for are my dear and beloved cousins.

s: what a nice dedication!

t: the nicest! and a great song choice, too, sonnet. 

s: we all love leaf here, we’d be more than happy to dedicate this song for them, from you, sonnet. 

t: more than happy, absolutely right.

s: here we are, bette midler’s wind beneath my wings, for the very special leaf wozniak.

t: have a great day, the two of you, whatever you’re both up to! 

#sonnet wozniak #leaf wozniak #shrikecallers #valentine's day 1989

[greatseedling]

@rxsurgcnt​ asked:

For Martel's birthday, Corvus will give her friend a couple if gifts. A necklace with a four leaf clover and matching hair clip to go with it and a a gift of a painting. The painting is of the sunset they saw the other day.

"Happy birthday, martel."

✿              "corvus... this is magical...” martel cradled the necklace in her hands, watching as light melted into the preserved clover. what craftsmanship! “i almost feel too spoiled.” 

birthdays had been much simpler celebrations while martel had been alive. they’d share meals, moments, and memories... and often they’d team together to put together a singular gift from the group of them. this...  is far more than she’s sure she deserves.

“and this painting... you’ve captured a moment so dear... how can i ever thank you enough?? all i can offer is an ear of corn and a hug... truly, thank you so much. ♥ ”

#rxsurgcnt #[ ic ] -♥- be the light you want to see in the world #shE LOVES IT #so fancy....

[reveredhearts]

What flavor is your soul?

tagged by: decided to do it for myself

tagging: steal it ♥

IRIS ; mint

oh spry little dryad, spinning sprite, you drift through life as light as lion down. you are the chimes of churchbells and the laughter of faeries. gossamer and spidersilk shine from your ribs. life is fleeting, you more than anyone should know that. something we love today may never see tomorrow's sun. you pride yourself on skipping through moments, soft and merry. but you do not let your soul be tethered. is it for freedom or fear, sweetheart, that you do not let yourself be tamed? you are as fresh as and wild as bluebirds in snow, you smile at your problems before dashing away. hoping they will never catch up to you. but even nike can't run forever. you have been hurt before. but that is life. you wish to never feel that way again, but regretfully I must tell you that is nothing short of impossible. life is but part sorrow part sun, you cannot have teacups until they are burned by the kiln. oh I see the scars child, they shimmer down your chest, I see the pain in your eyes. but I also see the stardust. keep smiling, but allow tears also. you do not have to be solely wonder, fear, you are allowed to be bitter. so bite, and scream, and laugh, and love. that is what makes life worth living.

CALLUNA ; rosemary

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

PROMPTO ; rosemary

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

AQUA ; honey

"sugared mel e lingua serpentis." sugared honey from a serpent's tongue. oh dearest, look how you gleam. how the sunlight dances off your shoulders, how the heavens shine across your wingtips. but you are hollow, hollow, hollow. even the taste of nectar can choke a man. sometimes the sweetest flowers hide the sharpest poison. you lie to yourself, the worst lie of all. you needn't be so obsessed with perfect. the greatest beauty lies in our faults. do you think the moon apologizes for their mara? no, their craters add to their glow. my dear, breathe. you are not an island, breathe, before the honey drowns you. you wish to be lovely, you long to be loved. but did aphrodite trade her powers for perfection? she did not. you can be beautiful, and also whole. be whole above anything else dear. a heart of diamonds is worth nothing if inchor oozes from it. inward. look within and question how well do you know yourself? little petal are you trying to be a god? why? can a god bloom from sullen soil? no. you are whole as you are.

VENTUS ; rosemary

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

SORA ; salt

ah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.

OLETTE ; rosemary

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

SKULD ; vanilla

oh heart of ice and mind of gold, what am I to do with you? you are only good in small amounts, bittersweet fledgling, you are hard for most to swallow. your spirit is strong, your wit is potent, your biting essence drives even the most daring away. but why are you hiding your sweetness? I know within you, you are soft, but humanity has made you bitter. you mask your pain and sorrow with spite and sensibility. you say you do not care about trivial things, but don't you? sweetheart relax. you can let down your drawbridge, the waters are not poisoned. I know you have looked monsters in between the eyes and scoffed at them, but please, relax. you think your armor protects you but it is smothering you slowly. little owlet, when will you learn, words can only get you so far? feelings are what makes this world pulse. do not suppress your feelings. your heart can still thaw my dear. trust.

DIMITRI ; salt

ah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.

FALLON ; mint

oh spry little dryad, spinning sprite, you drift through life as light as lion down. you are the chimes of churchbells and the laughter of faeries. gossamer and spidersilk shine from your ribs. life is fleeting, you more than anyone should know that. something we love today may never see tomorrow's sun. you pride yourself on skipping through moments, soft and merry. but you do not let your soul be tethered. is it for freedom or fear, sweetheart, that you do not let yourself be tamed? you are as fresh as and wild as bluebirds in snow, you smile at your problems before dashing away. hoping they will never catch up to you. but even nike can't run forever. you have been hurt before. but that is life. you wish to never feel that way again, but regretfully I must tell you that is nothing short of impossible. life is but part sorrow part sun, you cannot have teacups until they are burned by the kiln. oh I see the scars child, they shimmer down your chest, I see the pain in your eyes. but I also see the stardust. keep smiling, but allow tears also. you do not have to be solely wonder, fear, you are allowed to be bitter. so bite, and scream, and laugh, and love. that is what makes life worth living.

#ooc | dash games . #character study | Iris . #character study | Calluna . #character study | Prompto . #character study | Aqua . #character study | Ventus . #character study | Sora . #character study | Olette . #character study | Skuld . #character study | Dimitri . #character study | Fallon .

[bakubabes-tatakae]

HARLIEEEE 😄😄😄 YOU WONT GUESS WHO IT IS YOU’LL NEVER GUESS HEHE 😁😁😁 HIII 🥰🥰🥰

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Is that… is that my AVE BABY. 😭🥰 Hi my baby, how are youuuu? 💞

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