#his face was so full with happiness and a glimmer in his eyes and peace

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

❤️💔

#i knew the pic felt familiar #the difference is so hearbreaking #not only in looks #but also in context #the published the first pic in 2021 ... sending wishes for 2022 ... #no one expecting the hell that would start only two months later #the biggest difference is in ze 😢😢😢 #his face was so full with happiness and a glimmer in his eyes and peace #and now his eyes have hardened so much #the glimmer no longer is there #as well as the innocence and the happiness #his eyes are now so tired and hurt and full of pain #he has seen the most horrible things and still endures #for his country and his people #olena always by his side with her love #protecting him loving him and strenghtening him #behind him but at his side #and if you wouldnt know it you would think there is an at least 10 years difference between these two pics #when its only two years #i wish him and them that they get that peace and happiness back and they can heal #hopefully next year

[the-sweet-madame]

ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘʟᴇꜱꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ (𝘟𝘪𝘢𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

(Let me defend myself by saying this is one of my earlier fics that I forgot about 🧍so it's really bad lmao)

Warnings: None.

Summary: You couldn't sleep, so you call for Xiao.

Female reader! Happy reading :)

[Y/N] stared at the ceiling, counting all the cracks there was before losing count and starting again. How long has it been? Hours? A light groan erupted from her lips as she tossed and turned. She thought maybe she could bore herself to sleep but no! The world hated her, as always. She found herself huffing in annoyance, perhaps was it the lack of warmth or comfortableness? Or was it both?

Or did the Archons feel like making everything harder for her? Sleep was the only escape from such troubles.

She gazed back into the darkness, the darkness reminding her of a certain male. Xiao. His eyes displayed no emotions, only darkness that rivalled the night sky. [Y/N] softly smiled at the mental image of him, he was truly a view to behold. His rich amber orbs glimmered with such horror, hiding away the deepest secrets of the world. His skin fair and pale like snow, pillowy to the touch. His green frosted tips always danced with the breeze alongside with his mask, softer than wool and silkier than Eri Silk, it made her envious.

"If you awake to a knife at your throat. If monsters dig their claws into you. If death comes knocking at your door, call out my name, Adeptus Xiao. And I will be there when you call," He spoke with his usual cold tone, his gaze piercing a hole into her skull before he hid away his face with his mask, disappearing into thin air, leaving the (H/C)-haired girl speechless.

She chuckled at the memory. That was probably the first time he spoke more than one sentence to her. She found it funny when he waited for her to abandon him, who the hell said she was going to leave a precious find like him? Only such fools would. And when he finally realised that. He begun to warm up to her to the point where he shared his Almond Tofu with her.

"Xiao," She whispered to the darkness.

With a gust of air, the adeptus stood in front of her, spear in hand, ready to fight off any monster. His eyes widened when all he saw was the female resting on her bed. Of course, he was relieved that no harm overcame her, but it irked him that she called him for no reason.

"There is no danger, why have you called for me?" The said male glared at her through his mask, giving [Y/N] shivers even though she couldn't see him.

"I couldn't sleep," She replied, snuggling deeper into the covers.

His sigh was laced with annoyance, "Why are you mortals so bothersome?"

He would admit that she was quite the bold one, she was truly extraordinary for a mere mortal. Her presence was overwhelming, not like his, fearsome and full of hatred. It was more of a peaceful one. With a mix of excitement, which explained her bubbliness.

"Awh, do you not love me?" Her tone mocked sorrow as she stifled a chuckle.

The sound of light footsteps approached her, leaving her question unanswered as he set his polearm against the wall and his mask on her bedside table.

"Move over."

His demand left the female shocked, he never did anything like this, but she wasn't complaining. After all, she wanted this anyways. She shuffled under the covers, lifting up the heap blankets for him to come in. The mattress dipped next to her as the adeptus laid next to her, his face inches away from hers. His hair sprawled over her pillow as her gaze trailed down to his lips. The corners of his lips barely tugged upwards; they were sternly pulled into a thin line all the time.

His arms slithered around her waist, pulling her into his chest, "Stupid mortal, always messing with my head," He mumbled softly as he watched her eyelids hide away her (e/c) hues. Seeing her so peaceful gave him a sense of warmth somehow. He raised his hand to ghostly caress her cheek, his touch could be compared to a feathers'.

"Go to sleep, I will be here."

[y/n] smiled, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks at his words and the affection given from him, she knew she was the only one he trusted enough for him to do so. And she was grateful for it.

"Goodnight, Xiao," She whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber.

#genshin #genshin impact #mihoyo #fluff #hoyoverse #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #xiao #alatus #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #xiao genshin impact #i love him

[danikamariewrites]

Heya! I’ve had this cassian x reader idea in my head for ages but I’m not a writer at all so turning to you because you’re 100% my all time favourite and because you’re so good at angst and wondered if you’d be able to write it?

So basically cassian/reader are mates but get into this big fight then reader ends up getting stuck with Rhys UTM. So like angst with their fight, angst with reader getting stuck/cassian realising what’s happened, then a beautiful happy ending with a dash of angst because trauma of 50 years going by 🥺

Love you!!! And thank you so much for all you work

Things Left Unsaid

Cassian x reader

A/n: you’re too sweet anon love you too😘

Warnings: angst and eventual fluff

Every night of Amarantha’s reign your mind had been consumed of thoughts of your and Cassian’s last words to each other. They we’re not kind or full of love. You had fought about you accompanying Rhys to the party. Cassian didn’t want you anywhere near that vile woman.

You had yelled at him. Told him you were a grown female and you could take care of yourself. What could possibly happen when you’d be surrounded by High Lords? Especially Rhys. But the worst did happen.

Amarantha trapped all of you. You were turned into her personal assistant, but really it was so she could keep you close to kill your hope of ever getting out. She belittled and abused you. She took great joy in watching the light leave your eyes every day.

Like Rhys, you turned paler and became exhausted with each day being a new kind of hell. Rhys had the worst of it. Being used by Amarantha in ways that would make you break down to the brink of no return. It was unfair and cruel.

Not a day went by where you didn’t think about Cassian. You wanted to tell him that you forgave him. That you regretted yelling at him and you wish you and Rhys never went to this stupid party. You just hoped he’d forgive you if you ever saw him again.

When Cassian got Rhysand’s message he fell to his knees. His worst fear had come true. Amaranth took his mate and his brother. Azriel tried to console his brother but his anguish quickly turned to rage. It took all of his self restraint for fifty years to not go Under the Mountain and rescue you himself.

After Feyre freed you all Rhys finally winnowed you two back to the Town House. You were so lost in the daze of being free and home that you didn’t even hear your family. You just sunk to your knees, your eyes distant as you just felt everything.

As Cassian came into the foyer he was beyond shocked. He couldn’t believe it. His brother was home. And there you were. Alive. Home. Cassian felt like he was going to be sick from the overwhelming force of the bond pounding in his chest, dragging him closer to you.

He knelt in front of you, reaching out to hold your face but pulling his hand back at the last second. His mind was racing. Did you know that he forgave you? That he didn’t blame you for any of this? Finally your gaze found his, your eyes locking with his glimmering hazel ones.

Your first words to him broke his heart in two. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, your voice raw like you had been screaming. Tears fell down your face as you began to sob. Cassian began to cry, pulling you to his chest. He eventually brought you up to bed and you stayed up all night crying in each others arms.

It’s been a month since that day. Cassian tried to apologize for the fight and so did you, but you both forgave one another the moment you left.

You told him everything you could about under the mountain. He was patient and listened to you. Recovering from this trauma wasn’t going to be easy. But Cassian was there for you every step of the way. Your hope for a better future returned.

Once again you could see life with Cassian. Your home that he built you. You children running around, playing with their father. Nights spent reading, cuddled up on the couch together. And if enduring pain meant getting that peaceful future you would do it all over again.

tags: @rigelus @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader imagine #acotar reader fic #acotar imagine #cassian acotar #cassian fanfic #cassian angst #cassian x reader #cassian imagine #cassian x you

[smnthvxe]

Chapter 1 , last chapter

Chapter 2: The Wanderer's Regret

(1 year ago)

Scaramouche wandered through the streets of Inazuma, his heart heavy with regret and longing. Memories flooded his mind as he walked, each step a painful reminder of the happiness he once shared with y/n. He had left her behind, abandoned her without a second thought, and now he was consumed by remorse.

In his mind's eye, he saw her smile, felt her warmth, and heard her laughter. She had been his anchor, his solace in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty. And he had betrayed her, shattered their bond with his own hands.

As he roamed the unfamiliar streets, he couldn't shake the image of y/n's face from his mind. Her eyes, once so full of love and trust, now haunted him with their absence. He longed to see her again, to beg for her forgiveness, to make amends for the pain he had caused.

But when he finally arrived at their shared home in Inazuma, his hopes were dashed. The house stood empty and abandoned, a mere shell of the life they had built together. Scaramouche's heart sank as he realized the truth: y/n was gone.

He stumbled into the house, his footsteps echoing in the silence. The rooms were barren, devoid of the warmth and light that y/n had always brought with her. Tears welled in Scaramouche's eyes as he sank to the floor, overcome with grief.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he whispered into the empty room, his voice choked with emotion. "I never meant to hurt you."

He thought of all the things he had left unsaid, all the moments he had taken for granted. He wished he could turn back time, could undo the pain he had caused. But it was too late. y/n was gone, and he was left alone with his regrets.

Nahida, ever perceptive, found him in his despair. She didn't say a word, simply wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. In her embrace, Scaramouche found a flicker of solace, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

Nahida helped him pick up the pieces of his shattered heart, guiding him through the pain and the sorrow. She showed him that it was possible to change, to become a better person than he had been before. And slowly, gradually, Scaramouche began to heal.

He emerged from his grief as a changed man, a wanderer with a newfound sense of purpose. He traveled the world, seeking redemption for his past mistakes, striving to make amends for the pain he had caused.

But no matter where he went, y/n was never far from his thoughts. Her memory followed him like a shadow, a constant reminder of what he had lost. And as he journeyed through the world, he vowed to never forget her, to honor her memory in everything he did.

(A week before the reader visited Inazuma)

Years passed, and Scaramouche found himself back in Inazuma once again. This time, he was not searching for y/n, but rather for closure. He returned to their old home, the place where they had once been so happy together.

The house still stood empty and abandoned, but now it held no power over him. Scaramouche had made peace with his past, and had forgiven himself for his mistakes. And as he stood in the ruins of their shared home, he felt a sense of calm wash over him.

He closed his eyes and let himself remember, allowing the memories of y/n to wash over him like a gentle tide. He saw her smile, felt her touch, and heard her voice. And in that moment, he knew that she would always be a part of him, no matter where his journey took him.

With a heavy heart and a sense of closure, Scaramouche turned away from the ruins of their home and set out once again into the world. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew his purpose; To find you, even if it'll take Eternity.

And as he walked beneath the stars, he whispered her name into the night, a prayer for forgiveness, a vow of remembrance. For even though she was gone, her love would live on in his heart forevermore.

Till the two souls meet again.

I'm getting kinda bored alr haha but I'll be finishing this story then focus on a new series (mostly abt Hazbin hotel)

ANYWAYS REUNION NEXT CHAPTER

#scaramouche angst #genshin imagines #genshin inazuma #genshin x reader #genshin impact #sumeru #wanderer #angst #aether #hoyoverse #wanderer x reader #wanderer genshin #genshin wanderer #scaramouche x you #scaramouche comfort #scaramouche x traveler

[stormyjisung]

New year's day. H.JS

Hold onto the memories,

They'll hold onto you.

Pairing. Hong jisoo x reader

Genre. Romance

Synopsis. Cleaning the aftermath of a new year eve's party just leads you to realize how much you love your boyfriend.

Inspo. New year's day by ts, and my evergreen love for Hong jisoo.

W/c. ~500, short sweet and lovely

Extra. Is this self indulgent? Very much.

Fireworks were still exploding in the distance,

The light from the exploding sparkles trickled into your two bedroom apartment followed by a few handful of people yelling, "Happy new year! "

shaking your head you continued picking up empty cups your friends had left behind, clearing the floor of the glitter from the party popper that your friends had burst with your feet as you walked by,

the wall clock chimed thrice

"it's three am already?" your boyfriend's eyes wide with shock, he blinked a couple of times squinting at the clock, "wasn't it 12 am five minutes ago?!"

picking up the left behind polaroid's you turned to face him, "i know right? we've been cleaning up bottles and glitter since the last 3 hours."

"I'm gonna have a nice talk with them tomorrow" joshua's scowl made you laugh, his overly dramatic nature was something that always added a sprinkle of color in your life,

"Well you can always have a nice talk with them alright, but let's clean this mess up first, our house literally looks like a tornado hit it"

Joshua groaned, muttering a few colorful words under his breath as he continued picking up the equally colorful confetti.

The room fell into a peaceful stupor, with occasional bursts of fireworks and distant cheers, it was an atmosphere you couldn't really put into words.

It was officially 2023,

Another year had flown by, whizzing past you before you could even register it, leaving only memories and lessons in it's wake.

The confetti glimmered, lighting up the ceiling when flecks of light fell on it, for some reason the flecks of light reflecting onto the ceiling reminded you of joshua.

Hands still holding two empty beer bottles, you sat down on the couch, eyes drifting over to your boyfriend as if it was the most natural thing ever, how even in a room full of strangers your eyes would always search for his.

He was hunched over on the floor, scooping up glitter and paper onto his palm, lips pouted in concentration.

It was as if a record was playing on loop.

Something akin to deja vu, for this was the exact scene you'd seen last year,

And the year before

and two years ago.

It was as if one second you had just met joshua and the next second you had spent three new year's and three summers with him. Season's passed by, spring changing into summer, giving way to fall and bleeding into winter.

Flowers bloomed, and wilted and bloomed again, more beautiful than the last time they'd bloomed. Just like the love you and joshua shared,

It was resilient, strong and delicate.

It hid behind doors when monsters roamed the night, it stood tall and proud when dawn had broken through, it had cried with the both of you, but it stayed.

Through thick and then, through summer and winter.

You couldn't imagine life without him. He brought in colors, light and everything soft and nice with him.

Every memory of yours was permeated with his presence, his smile, his warm disposition, his soft words and his laugh.

His laugh which you could recognize anywhere, it was scary how much you'd fallen for him, but it was just as euphoric,

"Why are you staring at me?"

You smiled, walking over to go crouch beside him, softly kissing his lips and the blush that arose on his cheeks, looking into those soft, brown eyes that had become your refuge, "I love you" you whispered.

you wanted his dawns, you wanted his smiles, you wanted his storms, you wanted his midnights, but for right now you were more than happy to be picking up bottles with him on new year's day.

A/n. Love is so beautiful when you've fallen for the right person

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#svt imagines #svt fanfic #svt ff #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #seventeen scenarios #svt joshua #hong jisoo #joshua x reader #sebong fics 🌱

[lomltrentarnold]

❛ alleged girlfriend. (part 2) ❜ — trent alexander-arnold

❪ part one / part two ❫

warnings : childhood best friends to lovers, mutual pining, smau at the end.

hana’s notes : hey y’all!! you don’t have to read the first part to understand this one, it can be read as a stand-alone 😘 got me giggling while writing this fr (i am mentally ill) hope y’all like this <3

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Sneaking out of a party with Trent wasn’t something new. You have been doing it since you were fifteen but you were amazed how it still had the the same rush 10 years later.

Sounds of laughter boomed around the beach as Trent almost lost his balanced and trip for not looking straight up front. He was looking at you, but you didn’t want to dwell to deep on that.

“Watch where you going, T!” you giggled, fingers tightening itself around his, as he almost took you with him to face plant onto the sand.

He chuckled, “Sorry!” pulling your body closer to his, trying to keep steady. His hand instinctively rested on your waist, thumb running over your hip.

And maybe he just wants to be close to you, but you didn’t need to know that.

The party quieted down when you both stepped outside, the music sounded like it was underwater, making the night more peaceful. It was lucky that the party was on a beach house. The smell of salty ocean already hitting your nose.

There were people scattered along the beach, most of them were in groups and some of them you’re assuming were couples.

You suddenly felt awkward walking alone with Trent. But then you immediately stuffed that thought away.

Best friends walk together along the beach, while holding hands and giggling, right?

“What‘s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Trent asked, you were more quieter than usual and he could feel you losing yourself in your thoughts, so he wanted to know what you were thinking.

Your hands were swinging back and forth between you two, the wind kissing your skin, your hair flowing along with it. Trent caught himself staring at you multiple times, but that didn’t mean anything. He was just distracted by your hair movement.

That’s normal for best friends, right?

“Nothin’, I’m just—“ you sighed, shoulders relaxing, “—happy to be here. I missed this.”

I missed you. You wanted to add.

“Ya didn’t miss me?” he smirked, bumping your shoulder’s together.

Damn it, can he read minds?

You lightly scoffed, shaking your head, “Yeah, sure.”

Comfortable silence hangs between you two as continue to walk along the beach. The sound of the waves hitting the shore filled in the atmosphere, it made you feel at home. Finally.

Your eyes wander around the dark night sky, grinning wildly when you spotted twinkling stars and a full moon. “Trent, look! It’s a full moon!” you gushed out excitedly, pulling on Trent’s sleeve, and pointing at the sky. Your gaze never once left the scenery. You have always love the moon, ever since you were kids. It’s nice to know that some things never change. Trent’s gaze was stuck on you. The way you look under the glimmering night sky, made his heart rate speed up.

But, It’s okay to think that your best friend is pretty, right?

Trent couldn’t help himself. He reached in his pocket, taking out his phone and taking a picture of you.

He just thinks it’s a pretty scene and he needs to keep the image forever. That’s normal for best friends, right?

When you heard a camera click off behind you, you snapped your head towards Trent. Noticing the that he was taking a picture of you. “What’re you doing?” you nervously laughed.

“Nothing.” he huffed with warm cheeks, acting like he didn’t just got caught red handed. Before turning off his phone and putting it back in his pocket.

You rolled your eyes, as you slowly stopped in your tracks.

“Ya feet hurt?”

Sometimes you hate how he can read you so well.

You nodded, “Yeah.” a small pout forming on your lips and Trent has to force himself to not stare at it for too long.

“Come ‘ere.”

Trent sit down on top of the sand, pulling you down to sit next to him.

The night flew by, conversation went on as you both talked about your careers, family, friends accomplishments, drama, everything honestly.

Trent looked at you as the conversation died down. Big brown eyes stared into yours, it made your stomach flutter. You sighed, eyes involuntary dropping to his lips. You were hoping that he didn’t notice, but when you saw the slightest smirk curve up on his lips, you think you got caught red handed too.

“Trent?” you softly whispered, afraid to break the comfortable bubble you both were in.

Trent’s raised his eyebrows, encouraging you to continue.

Pausing for a moment, you shyly said, “I really do missed you.” you dropped your head a little. The eye contact was getting a little too intense.

Suddenly you felt Trent’s fingers brushing on your chin, tilting it up, so that you would look at him. “I really missed you too.” he muttered, warm breath hitting your cheeks.

You don’t know who leaned in first, but you reacted to it naturally. Body moving forward as Trent did the same. But just before anything could happen, a voice disturbed you.

“Trent!” Marcel’s yelled — Trent’s younger brother — causing you both to back away.

You think you heard a faint damn it from Trent but you weren’t too sure.

Was he disappointed that he didn’t kiss you? Was he mad that he tried to kiss you? We’re you both really going to kiss?

Marcel’s footsteps drew nearer as he continued to call out for his big brother. “What are you doing out here— oh.” he stopped midway, eyes darting between you and Trent, and the distance of you both. “Sorry, if I interrupted you guys.”

“Yeah, you kind of did—“

“It’s alright, Marcel.” you cut off Trent. Hands moving to hold his in a comforting manner, brushing your fingers across his knuckles. You smiled at the young boy and asked, “Is everything okay?”

He return your smile, “Yeah, I need a ride home and all of my friends are just about wasted.” he winched, looking at you and Trent apologetically.

Trent nodded his head in understanding, “Oh, well then.“ he stood up, pulling you up with him. “Let’s go home.”

You nodded, and moved to stand next to the younger boy, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. “So, what has been going on with you?” you asked, Marcel eyes lit up as he caught you all up with his stories from the walk to the car and the drive home. Not noticing how Trent was looking at the you with the fondest look on his face the whole time.

But that’s normal for best friends, right?

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trentarnold66 posted on their story!

YOURUSERNAME just posted!

yourusername absolutely adore beach nights <3

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user1 is she with Trent????

andyrobertson So that’s where you guys went 🤔

→ yourusername he was the one who wanted to go out 🙄

→ trentarnold66 Hey! You didn’t say no 🙄!

→ andyrobertson Okay, relax. You both are acting like an old married couple.

virgilvandijk The view is beautiful 😍

jordanhenderson I love the view 😉😍

→ curtisjr Me too mate!

→ _fabio.10 I agree!!

→ judebellingham i am onboard!

→ harvelliot So gorgeous ❤️

→ yourusername what is going on here 🤨

user2 omg is this the girl ???

user3 I love her relationship with the team 😭😭

user4 i ship her and Trent 💕

→ user7 me too!!

user5 they look so cute together 🥺🥺🥺

user6 OMG IM SCREAMING

user8 mom and dad

user10 Back off Trent is mine 🙄

→ user12 NO HE’S MINE!

user11 who is she

user9 this poor girl is gonna be so confused when she reads the comments 😭😭😭

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footballcelebritynews Trent Alexander-Arnold seen with the same girl again after a private party last night!

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user1 they look so cute together!!!!

user2 y’all need to chill they’re just friends

user14 we lost him guys 😕

user3 who even is this girl?

user4 Post about Bellingham.

user5 is this the girl from trent’s story????

→ user8 I think so

→ user9 Yupp

user14 heart been broke so many times 😔

user15 no Trent give me a chance!!!

user6 Why is she suddenly everywhere?

→ user7 right?!!!! she came out of nowhere and now she’s suddenly close with trent and the boys??? somethings fishy 🤔🤔🤔

→ user11 I think she’s a clout chaser

→ user10 maybe they have known each other before 🤷‍♀️ common sense is free guys

→ user12 nah fr 💀

user13 the people that are acting like they actually have a chance with trent LMAOOO

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[naruto-imagine]

Itachi and neji with a partner who likes to make flower crowns and place it on his head or weave flowers into his hair when he's asleep or during their free time

This is so cute omg.

Itachi

He finds it so hard to sleep and when he finally does get some sleep, he is a deep sleeper and not much can wake him up. So when you have made the sweetest little daisy crown for him, intertwined with long blades of grass and the greenest leaves you could find, you take this opportunity to go over to his bed and lightly place the crown upon his raven coloured head. Making these crowns helps you find peace and you want to share a bit of that peace with Itachi who these days doesn't find such a thing mostly.

When Itachi finally awakens, you're not there but the daisy crown still is. Through his lashes he sees the little white flowers hanging halfway over his eyes. Slowly he blinks. Yet he doesn't react right away; partly because he's still waking up. He instantly knows who did this to him. Itachi doesn't rip off the crown. He keeps it on. Calmly he stands up and takes his Akatsuki cloak from the peg and slips the large coat on. He leaves his room and walks into the lounge area of the Akatsuki base where he saw you knelt before the coffee table with various materials laid out messily on the wooden surface. There was the evidence. More grass, more green leaves and even more daisies. You lift your head, seeing Itachi in the doorway. You couldn't help but smile brightly at the sight of him especially with the flower crown on.

"Good morning, Itachi!" He closed his eyes and silently sighed in his head. He knew why you were so cheerful. Yet he walks over to you and kneels beside you.

"I see you are the culprit." You nod happily to his words.

"Do you like it?" The Uchiha looks into your shiny eyes, so full of hope, so full of life. How could he not like what you had done for him? In a world full of darkness, you always found the light within it. Even in the darkest corners at times. Itachi's onyx eyes softened and the smallest of smiles took shape.

"Yes." His voice was so gentle, just above a whisper. With his lips being right next to your ear, it gave you butterflies in your stomach. It was the little interactions like these which made you fall in love with the Uchiha all over again. He looks down at the objects of your creation, his fingertips brushing over the white petals of the daisies. "Do you need help?" He knew you were more than capable of making them on your own, but he wished to be apart of finding the light. His eyes were falling into the shadows, yet when he looked at you and the things that made you happy... a small glimmer was found in those shadows.

"Thank you, Itachi."

Neji

The Hyuga was not impressed to begin with. In fact he found it quite irritating; your constant ambushes to try and place crowns of flowers on his head. You were never successful in the beginning. With him having the byakugan it was quite the impossible challenge. The situation was very reminiscent to the times Might Guy tried to challenge Kakashi all the time as a kid. You were doing similar things to Neji except you were trying to place flowers on his head. You would try and catch him off guard when he slept, pee breaks, when he was eating, taking baths- but each time he was two steps ahead of you and you were never successful. Until today.

It was not how you wanted it to happen. You were broken with some bad news this morning and the best way you found to deal with it was to sit in the meadow, tugging at the grass and buttercups and tying them together to make a crown. You feel a shadow cast over you and you look up with teary eyes to see Neji. He always had a frown on his face and this time was no different. "What's happened?" He asked sternly. You explained reluctantly what you were told earlier and his expression changed. No longer did he scowl. He looked at you kinder now. With understanding. "I see." Neji looks down at your hands, seeing gold and green between your fingers as you tied the two colours together. Now he was beginning to understand why you did this. A coping mechanism. A way of comforting your heart in times of loneliness or sadness. Without saying anything, he sat down in front of you but with his back facing you. He had his eyes closed and breathed gently through his nose. No words needed to be said.

Your eyes lit up. Is he going to actually let me- "Hurry up before I change my mind." His tiny outburst made you jump and straighten your spine.

"Sorry!" You finished up the buttercup crown as quickly as you could and carefully you place it on his head. He didn't react. Not from what you could see anyway because his back was facing you. By him not moving, it was sending signals to you that you could go on and do more. After all, he understood this was to help calm and comfort you. So he would stay like this for as long as you needed. You smile warmly. Picking at the daisies around you, you placed them in your lap and look at Neji's beautifully long hair. Careful not to hurt him, you lift a few locks of his hair at a time and start to weave the daisies throughout. You must have been there over an hour doing this and all the while Neji sat so good, his arms crossed and eyes closed.

He may not have said much during this interaction, but his actions spoke a thousand words. He would sit as long as was needed to ensure your happiness. And that every bit of sadness that you felt that morning had disappeared into nothing.

#Itachi Uchiha #Neji Hyuga #Naruto #imagine #naruto imagine #itachi x reader #neji x reader #neji looks beautiful as a flower princess #itachi can help me make flower crowns forever #help me make babies too whilst he's at it

[paroslineage]

I'm Home....

Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader.

TW : Blood, Reader Death, Gore, Detailed descriptions of death, Mentions of death.

This is my own original idea and the characters of JJK do not belong to me but Gege Akutami. Do not steal :/

Genre : Angst To Comfort

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Original Content do not steal or repost on other platform as your own material and this is the only platform I write so If you see anything on other platforms, immediately report.

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It was almost in a blur, how quick it was.....

Satoru laid on the ground, waist cut in half as his legs remained standing, with his left arm cut off as he coughed up blood.

Fighting the King Of Curses wasn't a walk in the park. He gave it his all, yet was defeated by a Curse who merely even tried.

As he closed his eyes, and opens them, now he was in a field of dandelions, the most cherished flower of his Kikufuku, reminding him of what you had told what the flowers symbolized..

hope, healing, and resilience.

Qualities which you possessed before you were brutally killed off by the hands of Toji Fushiguro and forever ripped away from your dear husband Satoru.

And there on the other side is where you.

Y/N Gojo, his once beloved best Friend now Wife stood, smiling serenely, waiting for him.

You were dressed as ethereal as that night....

Wearing a mint green Kimono robe dress with an obi wrapped around your delicate,dainty waist worn with crystal mint green heels that glimmered in the refraction of the sun.

Subtle natural beautiful makeup,hair in a elegant low bun and decorated with a intricate hair stick.

It was your outfit of your wedding with the Satoru Gojo.

You wordlessly opened your dainty arms, long wide sleeves of the Kimono fluttering and swaying along with the Autumn winds and smiled widely and called out to him in a gentle timbre of voice

"Satoru..."

Satoru's heart fluttered as his beloved Kikufuku's calm and soothing voice filled the air gracing his ears, The one which he longed to hear after all that dreaded night.

...

He remembers mourning in anguish as he held your bloodied corpse cradled to his chest robbed away from him so suddenly his heart could not take it.

...

He remembers the sadistic laughter of Toji Fushiguro as it mocked him not being able to save his wife after he just got married.

...

He remembers swearing vengeance on your pitiful ,brutal death as he kissed your bloodied forehead.

...

You were robbed away from him on the night of your wedding.

and now...

He could finally rest in your arms...

Satoru closed his eyes once more, and opens them back up to make sure what he was seeing was not a hallucination, you still stood at your place looking as regal and majestic as ever.

The calm, peaceful, and kind smile on your face gave him solace, acting as a healing balm to his singed soul.

Satoru slowly rose from where he laid, to your level.

"Y/N..."

Satoru spoke waveringly and full of emotion, his clear blue gaze never wavering once from your form.

Your arms were still stretched out open for Satoru to run into and find solace.

Without hesitation, Satoru ran into your open arms like a madman, falling to his knees, burying his head into your stomach.

Both of you stood there for what seemed like forever not like neither of you minded.

Never once wanting this moment to end at all costs, before Satoru looks up at you to see your wide child-like smile still on your visage smiling down at him with nothing but fondness and love.

"Satoru ....you're finally home..."

You said with a emotional happy tone eyes becoming misty as you took in the man Satoru still looked as handsome as before and gently petted his soft alabaster hair from which Satoru teared up even more and sobbed wordlessly into your obi clad stomach.

His once and forever eternal flame was finally lost and found.

Satoru nods frantically, still with tears streaming down his pale cheeks.

Then, he got up and towered over your petite stature and kissed your forehead, cradling you firmly but lovingly in his strong muscular arms.

Nothing could hurt you, for now both of the lost, separated lovers now reunited in the realm of Tranquility and Serenity.

not now, not ever.

"My Kikufuku, I'm home..."

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #angst with a happy ending #jujutsu kaisen #tw blood #fem reader #jujutsu sorcerer #one shot #oneshots #jjk angst #comfort

[theragethatisdesire]

Hello! I saw you were doing request, and it sounded to good to pass up. Nanami Kento, 10, angst.

Thank you!

oh you know just how to wound me, don't you????? FINE i shall, but only because i want to read it too lololol enjoy babes!! thanks for participating <3

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You're fucked. You're fucked.

Sure, you had escaped the curse, but at what cost? You're somewhere in the sewers of Tokyo, bleeding heavily from a gash in your ribs, and you've lost your partner and the special grade. You would think that after years as a sorcerer, you'd have made your peace with an early end, but all you can think is not now.

It's not explicitly against the rules to date amongst your coworkers, the school isn't so cruel as to deny you the small pleasures you can find in this life so long as you can keep things professional.

But Nanami Kento is as by-the-book as it gets, so when a one-night-stand-turned....something conspired between the two of you, you were initially shocked. Over the last few months, though you'd both forgone a label to mourn over should the worst befall either of you, you've grown to care immensely for each other, the smallest glimmer of happiness in each other's dark worlds.

You should have known better, known that no matter what bliss had seemed to fall into your lap, the cruel world would tear it away and leave you here at the end. Bleeding, alone, and tears rolling down your face.

"Hey!" A familiar voice catches your attention; Nanami's tan suit is slowly becoming visible through the haze of darkness and blood loss.

"Did you exorcise the curse?" You croak out, feeling your vision pulse at the effort you've exerted into speaking.

"I- wait, is that blood?" Nanami crouches beside you, reaches to move the hand you have clutched to your own side. You grip tighter, trying not to wince; you want your last moments, if these are really them, to be quiet, not full of the worry your injury will incite in Nanami.

"...no," you lie, "well, it is, but it's just a little scratch, that's all."

Nanami frowns deeply, easily moves your arms out of the way with how the blood loss has weakened your limbs.

"That's much more than a scratch," Nanami's voice is barely above a whisper.

"I tried to dodge-"

"Stop speaking," Nanami interrupts you firmly, whipping off his jacket, tie, and collared shirt, "you're only going to lose more energy. You have to stay awake."

"Nanami, it's-"

"What did I say?" Nanami's eyes are blazing down at you. "You're not a goner, not yet."

"I just-" you hiccup, a fresh wave of tears rolling down your cheeks, "I want to tell you how I feel. In case..."

"You're not going to die," Nanami says matter-of-factly, ripping his collared shirt to shreds and fastening a makeshift bandage to keep pressure on your wound, "not here, not with me here to help you."

"But I-"

"You're going to live," Nanami's voice breaks, ever so slightly, something you've never heard in the years you've known him, "you're going to live and tell me everything. Promise me."

"Promise," you nod, eyes fluttering, a fresh wave of pain overtaking you as Nanami ties the tourniquet.

"Just stay awake," Nanami presses a kiss to your face, you swear his cheeks are damp, "I'm going to fix this."

#ouch #i'm not great at writing angst i think #but i tried wholeheartedly for you because i also love nanami #i hope you do like it though<3333 #nanami kento x reader #ragehits1000

[eemr1000]

Comfort} a railao fic

now this is my first time writing in years, ive had help from an ai to fix grammer etc. i hope you like it.)))

As Kung Lao sat by the fountain, his thoughts drifted back to his nightmare, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to see Lord Raiden standing before him.

"Kung Lao," Lord Raiden's voice called out, concern written all over his face. "Why are you awake so early? Your training doesn't start for four more hours."

Kung Lao hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. He knew that Raiden showed his care through small actions rather than words, but somehow, he felt as though Raiden already knew.

"I… i-," Kung Lao's words caught in his throat, but he quickly regained his composure. "I just wanted to enjoy the quiet night."

Raiden's hand gently placed itself on Kung Lao's cheek, and the monk felt a shiver run down his spine. "Do not lie, Kung Lao," Raiden said calmly, but with a firmness that caught Kung Lao off guard. "It… it doesn't matter," Kung Lao admitted, his words barely audible.

"It does matter," Raiden said fiercely, his voice growing more firm but still gentle. "It causes me sadness to see you like this, Kung Lao." Raiden's thumb stroked Kung Lao's cheek, and the monk couldn't help but shudder.

"I've been having these dreams… every night," Kung Lao's words came out in a rush, and he felt his throat lump up. "My neck… it gets snapped."

Raiden looked at him with concern. "I've had visions of the same thing happening, Kung Lao. But I promise you, I'll do everything I can to make sure it never happens." Raiden's words were solemn, but they brought a glimmer of hope to Kung Lao's eyes.

Kung Lao cuddled closer to the Thunder God, feeling safe and protected in his presence. "How did you know?" Kung Lao asked, a small head tilt.

"I've had visions of it happening," Raiden admitted, his voice growing more grim. "But I promise you, Kung Lao, I'll do everything in my power to make sure it never happens." Raiden's words were solemn, and he cupped Kung Lao's face in his hands, caressing his cheeks.

Kung Lao leaned in, his lips meeting Raiden

's, and the two began to kiss. The kiss lasted for ten seconds, and then the two pulled away from each other. Kung Lao's face was bright red, and he couldn't even form words.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe-" Kung Lao managed to say, but was cut off by Raiden's lips pressing again against his. This time, the kiss lasted for a few more seconds before the two pulled away from each other again.

"Kung Lao," Raiden's voice was soft and full of care. "I'll make sure you'll know nothing but happiness." Raiden stroked Kung Lao's cheek with his thumb, and the monk felt a soothing sensation run through him.

The two stayed close for what seemed like hours, but Kung Lao knew that they would have to get up eventually. The temple bells began to ring, signaling that training would begin soon.

"I'll see you later," Kung Lao said, kissing Raiden's cheek before leaving. As he walked away, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that he had found someone who truly cared for him. He felt a sense of hope and peace that he had never felt before.

And as he walked away, he knew that everything would be alright with Raiden by his side.

#mortal kombat #kung lao #liu kang #johnny cage #raiden #sub zero #hanzo hasashi #kenshi takahashi #kuai liang #lord fujin #Railao

[acourtofsnakes]

Candyfloss and Confessions | Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Summary: You've been in love with Steve Harrington for years, like every cliche come to life. You've battled monsters, found friends within kids with superpowers, and you even managed to graduate. Yet the one thing you've never been able to do, is tell Steve how you feel. But maybe you don't need to wait any longer.

Warnings: Few minor spoilers for season 4 but nothing major, some mentions of food, fluffy fluffy fluff. Lil' bit of kissing.

Words: 4.8k

A/N: Just some lovely Steve in a fairground. PS: One blink and you miss it 'fix-'it' because we're pretending the s4 finale didn't end like it did 🥰

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“There’s no way you’re getting me in there, Steve.”

“Seriously?? You’ve faced a bunch of face-eating monsters, and the end of the world, like… three times, but you won’t go in a mirror maze?” Steve raised a dark brow at you, his hands coming to his hips as he looked at you.

The fair was in full swing, the residents of Hawkins eagerly flocking to the attractions to forget the horrors that happened a few months back, when the ground split open and Hawkins was nearly swallowed whole.

Steve had shown up at your doorstep a couple hours ago, eyes bright and smile even brighter as he invited you to the fair with him.

You’d gone without hesitation, spending the time on rides, eating way too much sugar, and watching in giggly delight as he took down target after target in order to win you a prize.

You pursed your lips, crossing your arms but the grumpy act was diminished by the fact you had a large stuffed cow in your arms - and you couldn’t help the way your eyes glimmered whenever you looked at your best friend.

Because, as cliche as all those movies and books, you were in love with him.

Painfully so. And you had been ever since you met him in high school.

Yes.

You even loved him in his ‘King Steve’ era, because you always thought there was something else inside him, something softer and sweeter beneath the cocky, arrogant King of Hawkins High.

Then everything turned upside down, and he somehow pretty much adopted the kids, and his redemption began.

He turned from arrogant king to loving caregiver. He’d die for those kids, nearly did a few times protecting them and he’d grown so much.

You’d somehow been pulled into the madness, having been close to Steve and Nancy anyway. But you wouldn’t change it at all, despite the nightmares that sometimes creeped up, you were grateful for every single moment of this journey.

And somewhere between battling Demogorgons and patching Steve back up after his latest fight, you’d fallen for him.

Every single aspect of him. He just gave you a sense of peace and safety that no one else had before, especially with his sarcastic quips and his desire to protect his friends.

You’d patched him so many times after his fights, the way he threw himself into danger to protect the kids especially - and it pulled at your heart and made you adore him even more. He’d grown to be so selfless, so determined and it was beautiful.

When he told you about his dream? His summer trips with the six little nuggets?

Yeah, you just about passed out.

But you’d never once voiced it.

Initially because you wouldn’t dream of getting between whatever was still lingering between Steve and Nancy, even when she started dating Jonathan.

You were one of Steve’s best friends, you could see the look in his eyes when he saw them together, and even though it twisted in your heart, you’d never get between that.

But then things had shifted, and he no longer looked at her like that. Instead... He just looked pleased that she was happy.

Yet you still didn’t say anything.

The pair of you were close, so so close and you would never forgive yourself if you broke such a beautiful friendship.

Steve was still looking at you now, lips twitching as he tried not to smile, the colourful lights of the attractions dancing over his yellow sweater, “Hey, you still in there?” He waved a hand in front of your face, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

You snapped from your daze, hugging your cow tighter, “There’s something completely unnatural about mirror mazes. They’re like… a different dimension. It’s creepy.” You planted your feet firmly in the grass, daring him to move you.

Steve blinked, brown eyes looking between yours and then he burst into soft laughter, “You’re kidding me!” He tipped his head back, lifting a hand to his chest and his hair tumbled over his forehead, “You’ve literally been to another dimension, babe.” He grinned at you, teasing but you could read in his eyes that he was playing, “You know I wouldn’t let you get snatched by mirror monsters, right?”

It was stupid how much that casual comment of him protecting you made you melt, because he’d been looking out for you, jumping in front of you for years.

Not to mention the nickname.

“Really? I know it’s stupid, but they’re just… They’re so creepy, you know? It looks like there should be a path in front of you and then you end up smashing your face with your own expression.” You pouted a little more, straightening the horns of your cow.

Steve brushed a thumb over his lips, peering up at you through his lashes and he said in a voice still dancing with laughter, “That’s happened to you before, hasn’t it?”

You looked up at him exasperatedly, “Yes. It has. We came here the other day, Dustin and Eddie wheedled me into taking them and the Party the day it opened.”  Your nose scrunched in memory of the sharp pain when you’d collided, “And I made them all swear that if they told anyone, I wouldn’t get them a Christmas present.”

He was still giggling under his breath, but then he stepped closer and slipped his arm around your shoulders, “I won’t make you go in there, baby, I promise. No mirrors or anything.” He nudged your body gently with his, his hand resting easily on your shoulder, like he had no idea what it did to you.

The butterflies that it released in your chest so strong, you were surprised you didn’t start hiccupping them.

You looked up at him, your arm just... naturally coming to loop around his torso because it was comfy.

Because it felt right.

It had always felt right to be this close to Steve.

He was walking you along the grass, weaving between laughing couples, excited kids and friends enjoying the treats on offer.

He paused you when you reached the line for the candy floss stall, his fingertips absently tapping your shoulder in time to one of the chiming musical tunes coming from the stall.

You took the time to shift your gaze back up to him, admiring the long swoop of his neck, the cut of his jaw to the chin that had casually rested on the top of your head so many times.

His lips that always curled into a smile around you, revealing his bright toothy grin.

His hair, that damn hair, was half tumbled over this forehead as a result of the last ride you’d been on and he’d seemingly given up trying to tame it, which was more than fine in your opinion.

Those lips curled up now and he turned dark honey eyes on you, the flashing lights reflected in the deep pools, “You’re staring at me.” His voice was kind of sing-songy, that teasing lilt that always made you laugh.

Shit.

You’d been caught. 

You opened your mouth, but instead of responding with an equally teasing quip, your brain decided to take a different route. “You’re gorgeous, that’s why.”

Steve blinked at you, surprise flickering in his face and then you realised your words.

Double shit.

You felt colour rush to your cheeks and you tried again, “I, uh, what I mean is…” What? What else did you mean? You couldn’t take the words back, because they were true.

Then some lights shifted, dancing across the pair of you and you saw that there was a brush of pink high ok his cheekbones, and his expression had softened in a way you’d seen a handful of times. “Thank you…” He said it softly, gently, like maybe he’d… Been waiting for them?

Not in a way that he expected but... Like now he’d heard them from your lips, they meant so much more.

But that was impossible, right?

~~

Steve Harrington was so stupidly in love with you, it almost hurt.

He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment his friendly adoration turned into heart-wrenching love. Maybe it always been that way, he’d just never known it any different.

Steve looked at you and he just… saw everything.

He saw lazy summer days, the sounds of your laughter and the sun beating overhead.

He saw music on cassette tapes and your feet up on his dash, wind in your hair.

He looked at you and felt your hand sliding into his, for comfort, for fun, to pull him to the arcade, Dustin’s curls bouncing ahead. Your finger linking with his when you faced down monster after monster.

You were always there for him, always ready to back him up or to tell him when he was being a dick.

You laughed with Robin over her tally board, teasing him with his jumbled-up words when he tried to flirt with a pretty girl.

Because the truth was that he wasn’t really all that interested. He flirted for the fun of it, to hide the fact he wished he could turn around and give every ounce of attention to you.

In all honesty, he did that anyway.

Back when he was still ‘King Steve’ his friends had always teased him. Joked and laughed that he didn’t only have Nancy hanging on his every word, he had you too.

It always made him feel… off. Guilty, almost. That he was acting the way he was, but he didn’t know any better.

Not until Nancy had smacked sense into him, not until he realised what he was and found who he wanted to be in you.

Because you deserved the very best, he could give you, and then some.

Not the selfish, arrogant asshole he was with his old friends, but the man he was becoming now.

Hell, it only took adopting six kids, and nearly dying a few times.

“Give the guy the tickets, dipshit.”

Your own voice broke him from his daydreams about you, and he blinked down at you as everything came back to focus. Somehow he’d been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t even been aware that you’d left the candyfloss stall and made your way to the Ferris Wheel near the edge of the site.

His lips tasted like burnt sugar so he must have shared the sweets with you but… He had been way to caught in his thoughts. In you.

You were looking at him with raised eyebrows, eyes twinkling like sunlight off water, and you pointed to the man.

The increasingly fed-up looking man, hand extended waiting for the little batch of brightly coloured tickets that would allow you onto the Ferris Wheel.

“Oh right.” Steve fumbled in the back pocket of his jeans, producing the wad of them before handing the guy the correct amount, “Sorry, man.“

He merely hummed, punching a hole in them then lifting the rope to let you and Steve into the next part of the line.

You both made it all of ten feet before sweet, unabashed giggles spilled from your lips like honey, “Did you leave the planet for a minute there, Stevie? He was looking at you for ages.”

Your arm was looped though his, the way it always had been, and it made him feel like he was already untethered and floating above the floor.

He felt a flush begin to creep across his cheeks so he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he tugged you forward, the Ferris Wheel rising up before you, “Yeah, I was thinking about all the fun I could be having a mirror maze right about now.”

You trod on his foot, talking over his sputtering protests that you might make his trainers dirty, “I don’t know, that many reflections? That many chances for you to look at your hair?“ You puffed out your cheeks and let the air escape as you came to a stop, waiting for the next seat to come last, “I think you might have a nervous breakdown.“

Steve pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes at you, but his retorts died when he set his gaze upon your face.

Your head was tilted up, watching as the carriage come lazily closer. Joy was written on every inch of your face, from the gleam in your eyes to the way the flashing lights danced across your cheekbones in swathes of lilac and blue, pink and green, all chasing each other across the surface of your skin like they were teasing him.

Steve wondered if your lips would taste like sugar too.

Then that expression brightened even more, and you excitedly tugged at his arm, “C’mon!!”

He let himself be pulled forward, stepping back as an attendant lifted the bar to allow you in first.

He slid in after, making sure you looked comfy before the bar came back down, “Okay?”

You carefully tucked your plushy cow on your lap underneath the bar, treasuring the toy he had valiantly won for you. You lifted your eyes to his, setting him soaring again and you nodded, “More than.”

Steve didn’t miss the way the attendant’s eyes met his with a knowing smile, “Keep your hands and feet inside and take care not to rock the carriage too much. You’ll reach the top and rest there for a minute or so before coming back round.” He checked the bar, dropping Steve a subtle wink, “Have fun.” Before slipping away again.

“Did he just wink at you?” You peered round him as the carriage shifted then began to slowly rise.

Steve made some kind of laugh that sounded far from casual and way too breathy to be calm, but whatever, “Maybe it was a nervous twitch.”

You shrugged, settling back in, feet tapping the lower bar as you watched the ground gradually come away.

He was already watching you, taking in every single thing he’d painstakingly learned over the years, the care and attention he’d tried to hide.

But hiding it every day was a battle he was slowly losing… And he wasn’t sure he wanted to fight anymore.

~~

The world was peaceful up here.

In truth, it wasn’t realistically that high, but the ground was far below, the music and noise seemed softer, and the stars were twinkling.

There was a bit of a stronger breeze, which meant the warm press of Steve’s arm against yours was more than welcomed, especially since you could probably fit a small child in the seat too but that hadn’t stopped him sliding up all close.

Your hands rested close to each other on the safety bar, and you couldn’t help but think you should be in a teen movie right now, with all the cliches but… you really didn’t care. You weren’t sure if you imagined it, but it maybe felt like there was something in the air.

And not monsters or screams, for once.

If you squinted across the treetops of the forest and cast your mind back, you could almost imagine the gloopy, disgusting bulk of the Mind Flayer tearing through the trees to chew into you.

And if you looked across the lights of the town, you could still remember the way the ground had split in pieces, how the earth had shaken both in this dimension and the Upside Down.

You could taste blood in the air and fear that maybe you hadn’t won after all.

You still dreamt of it, of them desolate, dying alternative version of Hawkins, of slithering tentacles in an abandoned house, of a swarm of rabid bats circling overhead, the screams of your friends and the crunch of bone.

A warm brush caressed your little finger, breaking you from your reverie.

You blinked, looking up and you saw Steve’s little finger resting on yours, “Hey, you okay?” His brown was slightly furrowed, chocolate eyes soft as they gently probed yours.

He must have read your expression, because his own softened more and he moved his hand across the bar to fully cover your own, “We made it, remember? All of us. We’re all okay… The town is rebuilding but we escaped him.”

You smiled a little at him, nodding even though the other half of your mind was now intently focused on the weight of his hand over your own, “I know… I know but I just think sometimes. How it all could have been different, how we could have lost someone... The town knows about the earthquake, of course it does but they still don’t know why.” You laughed, tipping your head back to the stars, “It still baffles me that a ragtag collection of kids, half of which are obsessed with DnD, have taken down monsters and Russians and a near apocalyptic disaster and we’ve survived it.”

Steve broke into a grin, bumping his shoulder with yours and then stayed there, his weight against you, “What are you trying to say? Do you forget I took on those guards in my damn Scoops uniform? That little necktie is a weapon in its own right.”

You snickered softly, your head tilting a little more toward him, “Oh definitely. Forget the Top Gun jacket you had last time, that Scoops uniform beats it all by a mile.”

He laughed again, shaking his head slightly and he slumped a little in the seat, “I hated it to start with. But then I have to admit, it did grow on me. Even if the hat did hide my best feature.”

Steve was even closer now, and without thinking really, you dipped your head to the side, letting it rest on his shoulder in a gesture that was oh so familiar, but still felt charged, “It’s not your only best feature, you know.” Your voice was softer, a confidence there because you weren’t sure you could hold back the years of love and adoration for him.

Not anymore.

Not after all you’d been through.

As soon as your head touched his shoulder, he melted, heart fluttering in his chest like bird wings and he shifted slightly to make it more comfortable for you, “Oh yeah? What else is my best feature then, bub?”

You still watched the view ahead, the streaks of cloud turned to midnight blue in the night sky, “Your smile and your laugh… The way your eyes light up when you’re happy, or when you’re proud of the kids.” The words wouldn’t stop now, “But not just physical things. It’s your personality too… Your dedication to the ones you love and how you’re always willing to jump in first - literally - in order to protect everyone else. You don’t even think, you just do it and I think that’s so beautiful.”

Steve was quiet.

Really quiet.

So quiet that it made your heart clench with fear, worried you’d somehow misread and crossed that line.

But then you heard him swallow, his hand flex over yours, “I spent so long living in this fantasy land, being King of everything. I had to be the best, to prove myself to everyone and to my dad.” He tensed, just slightly before his body softened again, “And all I did was push people away and hurt them. If Nancy hadn’t broken my heart, I wouldn’t have realised how stupid I was till it was too late.”

You said nothing, letting him speak because you sensed he wasn’t finished. But you did slide your other hand across, resting atop his in a little pile.

The wind blew gently as you brushed your thumb over his own, listening to his words above your head and rumbling beneath your ear.

“Because now… I have the kids, you know? And God only knows how they get into so much trouble, and even though it scares me that something might happen to them, and all this monster stuff freaks the shit out of me… I wouldn’t change it for the world.” His words were coming a little faster, tumbling from his lips like an offering, “And I wouldn’t have found you. This.” He swallowed again, “Us.”

Us?

Steve nodded, you felt it with the realisation you breathed that word aloud, “Yeah… Because you’ve helped me grow too, you know that? You’ve made me realise I can’t judge a person and a situation by what they first look like. If you and Dustin hadn’t been so insistent about Eddie, I don’t know if I would have come along, even now.”

He sighed, the action stirring your hair and he rested his cheek into it, “And, when I look at you, how you’re so determined, how you always try and see the good in things… I’m in awe. You’ve never given up, on anyone. On me, on the kids, on Eddie.” He waved his other hand to the general space, “This town. You fight for everything and everyone, all the time and I realised something, a while ago actually, if I’m being honest.”

Each of his words swum into your conscious in time with the beat of your heart and the pulse of those butterfly wings.

You were really hearing this.

He was really saying this.

Steve took a breath, his free hand coming in and warm fingers softly caressed your chin before grasping it gently, lifting your head so you faced him.

His eyes were near luminous, hair messy over his forehead, expression determined but soft and there was something shining in it, something that pressed against your chest with its intensity.

You swallowed, tongue running over your lip, mouth suddenly dry and you knew your expression matched his, knew your eyes shone with the fierce love you’d carried for years now. “What did you realise?” The words were a whisper on the wind, but he heard them.

He heard them and they were his undoing.

“I can’t lose you. I can’t lose that light inside you. I can’t lose the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, or the way you team up with Robin and Dustin and verbally beat the shit out of me.” His gaze dipped and lingered on your lips for a second before coming back to meet your own, grounding you, “I can’t lose the way you helped Max with her skating, or the kids with their DnD stuff. I can’t lose the way you get excited over Corroded Coffin, or how you light up when you talk about your dreams. I can’t lose how you make me want to chase my dream… Because you’re in it. You’ve always been in it, sweetheart.” He was quiet for a single moment, taking a breath that was uneven and that snapped you from your daze.

Because here he was, this beautiful boy who’d grown to a man, declaring the words you’d been reciprocating since you came into his orbit.

This beautiful, selfless, sweet soul, shining to match your own.

Words failed you, wouldn’t pass your lips but that’s okay. They would come later, whispered against each other’s skin as you held one another close.

But now… You knew what you wanted. What was right.

Beneath the shining moon, above the glittering lights and colours, you leaned in, tilting your head just before your lips brushed Steve’s.

He made the softest noise in the back of his throat, giving you a second if you wanted to change your mind.

When you didn’t, he pulled you closer with the fingers still cradling your jaw, slanting his head to better move his lips in sync with your own, drowning in you and you in him.

His lips tasted like candyfloss and ice cream, like summer nights and laughter and you were lost to him.

Snippets would come to you later, the slope of his jaw beneath your palm, the silky waves of his hair at your fingertips.

The way his fingers linked through yours on the bar, tightening even as lips remained soft and warm.

The awed laughter whispered against your mouth as he pulled away only when it became clear you were right near the bottom.

Steve’s cheeks were lightly flushed when the two of you parted, and you mirrored his giddy laugh, “I can’t lose you either, Steve.”

He hummed gently, brushing his thumb over your lower lip before bringing his head back to look between your eyes. “Kinda let it all go there, didn’t I?” He was grinning though, a goofy grin you’d never seen before and damn, if it didn’t make you love him even more.

You shrugged playfully, taking every inch of his expression in, like you could memorise this look forever, “Yeah but… You did it well.” it wasn’t until you giggled that you realised why he’d done this, why he’d made you tease and laugh.  

There was no fear anymore. No gut-wrenching worry that you’d break this thing between you.

Because it hadn’t.

That line was gone now, sure, but it had simply stretched and shifted. It was now an opportunity. A promise, pf something really quite beautiful.

You opened your mouth to say more, but the carriage suddenly ground to a halt and swayed beneath you, marked with the workers voice, “Alright, there you go. Watch your step.”

The bar had lifted, freeing you and Steve and you looked around in surprise when you saw the line waiting to get on.

You hadn’t even realised you’d been decending.

Steve hopped from the seat, landing nimbly on the ground before turning to you and holding out his hands with a flourish, “M’lady.”

You rolled your eyes gently with a laugh, handing him the cow first - earning an affectionate eye roll of your own - before slipping your hands in his.

He helped you jump down, even though you didn’t really need it but like hell was he going to stop treating you like a princess.

“Where to now?” You looked up at him as he returned the fluffy cow but kept his hand in yours, moving out of the way of the line.

Steve looked at you for a split second, before dropping his hands to your waist and spinning you off your feet.

You let out a laugh of surprise, grabbing his shoulders to hang on as the world twirled around you both, “Steve!!” you were beaming though, locked on him as an anchor as everything became a riot of colour.

He laughed, a real, gorgeous laugh that swirled through your head and made you a little doe eyed, “We have all night, baby. We can do whatever we want.” He lowered your body enough that he could press his lips to yours, laughter still on his tongue and a smile to match.

Two kisses already, and you had decided it wasn’t anywhere best enough. You needed more.

A lot more.

Your feet found the squishy ground again, and Steve’s smile turned wicked when he read the quite clear thoughts in your mind, “Later, babe. I promise.” He dropped you a wink, setting every single nerve on fire and your brain tried to race away with those images. His hand weaved through your own again, fingers linked and thumbs resting over each other.

“Come on. I think I can find you a treat to tide you over until you get this one.” He gestured to himself with his other hand before starting to guide you to the food stalls.

You blinked then started to laugh, again. “Oh wow, you think really quite highly of yourself, huh?” You bumped his side as you walked beside him, one half of your brain whispering over and over, “We kissed. We’re holding hands. We kissed!”

Steve pouted, sticking his tongue at you, “You can deny it all you want, sweetheart. I know you want me.” Then he gasped playfully, “Oh my god, it’s the Scoops uniform isn’t it. That’s what really gets you go- ow!!”

You raised a brow at him, dropping your hand from punching him and you gave him an angelic smile, “You were talking too much.”

He was really pouting now, “I cannot believe this. I declare my love to you, on top of a Ferris Wheel, and this is the thanks I get?” He shook his head mournfully, “Man, I got my work cut out, don’t I?”

Declared my love.

You nodded breathlessly, gazing across the food trucks for a treat, head spinning from how fast all your wishes had come to fruition, “Oh, yeah.  You better get your game on hard, Harrington.”

Steve grumbled under his breath as you pulled him to the line for waffles, nursing his arm even though you knew you hadn’t hurt him.

He was flying far too high for anything to hurt him right now.

Those words had spilled out, freed from their confines at the way your eyes mirrored the stars above, your joy outshone the rest of the fair - just like you outshone everything in his eyes.

He’d had to say it… And he was so damn glad he did.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yes, my beautiful, sweet heartbreaker?”

“It is the Scoops uniform.”

“I knew it.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x f!reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #joe keery

[justsomerandomfanfic]

A Shoulder To Cry On - Boromir X Female Reader

Title: A Shoulder To Cry On

Boromir X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli (Mentioned), the Balrog (Mentioned), and Gandalf (Mentioned)

Requested by @micheleamidalajedi!

WC: 1,400

Warnings: Murder, death of Gandalf mentioned, depression, crying, maybe hurt/comfort, grief, survivor's guilt, slight angst, and fluff

Your feet and the muscles in your legs hurt as you continue to follow behind the rest of the Fellowship; the dried up orange and brown leaves crunching and breaking under your feet with each step. No one said anything, just following Aragorn as you all traveled through a thick forest. You'd usually take the time to let your mind wander and daydream, in awe of the beautiful trees and wonderful world around you. But, you couldn't find it in yourself to let your mind fill with dreams and fantasies, you were grieving. Gandalf, your mentor, and hero was dead. Killed by the fiery hands of the Balrog, who had been hiding in the dark pits of Caradhras, one of the Mountains of Moria.

You felt as if your heart had been ripped from your chest entirely, seeing him die right before your eyes like that. The look on his face as he held onto the edge of the stone walkway, eyes full of desperation. Watching him die... It was the last image you'll ever have of your mentor, of the man who gave you hope, who taught you how amazing and special magic was. A man who would tell you to always trust your instincts, even if they weren't perfect; that there was no greater power than the power of true friendship and companionship. He was a great teacher, the best mentor you could ask for, and now, he is gone. And you couldn't do anything about it. It broke you; it shattered every last bit of happiness and hope within you.

You stared up at the sky above, watching as it slowly turned from blue to a pinkish-orange; the sun was setting. "We shall take rest for the night." You heard Aragorn announce, almost bumping into Gimli as he stopped walking before you. 

Everything happened so fast, and yet, so slowly. You just watched as the members of the Fellowship got their sleeping mats ready, food cooking, and so on. You sat alone, on a broken log of an old Birch tree, relieved that your feet could finally rest but your mind still raced. You stared at the ground, watching the dull, green grass flow slightly in the brief wind, spotting a small bug crawl its way up a blade of grass before lifting its wings and flying off into the sky. You followed it with your sad eyes, almost wishing you could do the same, to fly off and leave; be free.

"Here, Y/N." You heard someone say, your eyes blinking as you let your eyes settle on the small wooden bowl of soup, held by Legolas. "It would be best to eat." He finished, as you slowly took the bowl from his grasp, stirring the potato soup with the spoon, not really feeling like eating at all. The thought of eating made your stomach ache as you felt your chest clench uncomfortably. Pushing down the pain, you pushed through, taking bite after bite of your soup. You hoped that as the food settled in your stomach, warming your body, you'd sleep peacefully tonight.

"Y/N." You heard your name being called, looking up to make eye contact with Aragorn from across the small camp. "You'll have the first watch." On that note, you felt your shoulders droop, as you got yourself mentally ready for the first few hours of night watch.

~~~

The night was cold, but you were grateful for the fur cloak you had around your shoulders. The sky was completely dark, except for the small twinkling stars that littered the sky, glimmering and shining like crystals against the darkness. There was a calmness that came with the peaceful silence, minus the crickets and other bugs. Your thoughts wandered back to Gandalf, your mind replaying his death over and over again. Your breathing became more rapid the longer you sat outside, staring up at the crescent moon and stars. Tears started to sting your eyes, threatening to fall at any second. You didn’t want to cry, you knew it wouldn't do you any good. That and, you’d end up waking up everyone else and ruining their sleep and lives just because you were crying.

But, you wanted to cry, and so you did. You let the tears fall down your cheeks as silent sobs escapes your lips, feeling your emotions take control of your body. You buried your face in your arms as the sobs wracked your body, allowing the tears to roll freely. All your pain and sadness and grief came pouring out, the pain of losing someone you cared deeply for was too much for you. Suddenly, something touched your shoulder, causing you to jump, your head whipping to look in the direction of the touch.

There, standing before you was Boromir, looking down at you with a concerned expression. His hand rested softly on your shoulder. “Are you alright?” He asked softly, not wanting to wake the others; concern evident on his features. Your sniffles slowed down to quiet hiccups, and you wiped away the tears from your cheeks, a bit embarrassed. You shook your head, staring down at the ground before you, avoiding eye contact. Boromir frowned, before taking a seat beside you. Your shoulders bounced as you continued to cry, trying to calm yourself down to say your dignity until Boromir spoke up again. "Do you... Want to talk about what is making you so unhappy?" He whispered from beside you, clasping his hands together.

"No, not really." You muttered, wiping your tears, "I'm sorry I woke you. I'll calm down." You continued, as Boromir just sighed, shaking his head. 

"Do not fret, you did not wake me. My mind kept me awake." He spoke, before glancing over at you, watching as you continued to dry your eyes before letting out a small breath, shivering. Slowly, hesitantly, Boromir lifted his arm, wrapping it around your shoulders, comforting you the best way he could. 

As he hugged you, you leaned into him, holding his arm tightly. Silence fell between the two of you, both unsure what to do or say. Finally, your body relaxed into Boromir's arm. You felt his hand gently move to stroke your hair, and you closed your eyes, leaning further into his embrace. You felt safe and warm. For a moment, the sorrows of your life seemed far away, far removed from you. "I miss Gandalf." You finally spoke, breaking the silence as you began to calm down once again. Your voice was shaky as you spoke, and you could feel Boromir tense as he listened to you speak, "He's been my mentor since I was a kid… He's helped me become who I am today… I don't know what to do without him..." You trailed off, taking in a deep breath as the tears started to well up once more. "... What happened to him was so sudden... And I could not save him," You let out another shaky breath, looking up at Boromir with wide, desperate eyes, "Why did I not save him?" You cried, closing your eyes in fear, "Did I fail him?"

"No, Y/N." Boromir quickly said, moving his hand to cup your cheek, turning your head to look up at him, "You did not fail Gandalf. What had happened was not in your control. There was nothing you, or any of us could have done to prevent his death." He spoke calmly, keeping his tone steady as he spoke. 

"It doesn't feel like that." You mumbled sadly, looking up at him.

Boromir stayed silent, not saying anything for a moment. "Y/N..." He spoke quietly, squeezing your shoulders slightly. "... Do not dwell on the past." He told you, his words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. "I know how much he means to you, but I would think that Gandalf would want you to continue on." He explained.

You let out a heavy sigh, staring into his greenish-gray eyes. "Yes, I guess you're right. Thank you, Boromir." You replied quietly, "... I just wish he survived." You murmured softly, resting your head against his chest.

"As do I," Boromir replied, his voice soft, his fingers raking through your hair, "As do I."

And as the night continued, Boromir continued your night watch, holding you as you slept in his arms, the crickets and the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

#fluff #cute #slight angst #requests open #requested #requests #request #x reader #x female reader #x you #x y/n #boromir #boromir x reader #boromir x female reader #boromir x you #boromir x y/n #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #hurt/comfort

[theblackphoenixwritings]

-𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅-

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔/𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅 (𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑬𝒓𝒂/𝑴𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝑬𝒓𝒂)

Venice

I was walking boredly back and forth at the top of the huge staircase that led to the Master's chamber. In those days when I had been chasing, or rather, trying to chase those memories that eluded me and deteriorated my being, I had become restless. I was a little each day as evening fell, afraid he would not come. Since he had carried me in his arms, and spoken with love, among the divine splendor that mortal hands had painted, as much as there was pain in me for that past, I yearned to find my future. I was broken between the pain of not remembering and the fear of doing so. My heart found peace only in the Master's cold hands, in the shadows and lights of the blue of his eyes, in his smiles and words. I wanted to show myself strong, proud and confident. Strong in the knowledge the Master was giving me, strong in his love. If I could, if he would let me, I would never leave his side. Why do you leave me here waiting for you, when my soul's only real desire is to be near you? I never doubted him, but my boyish heart quivered in that waiting. I waited for him, heedless of the cold marble or the hissing wind of beautiful Venice.

And slowly as daylight died in the seraphic red of the sky, and the dark blue of night advanced, and torches were lit, and voices died softly outside the palace, my heart beat faster, and it burned in anticipation of that figure cloaked in red. It was as if I knew the exact moment when the Master would cross the halls to extend his arms forward and let me rush to him. There was never a doubt or an insecure step in those embraces or in the rush toward them. Nor in the delicate kisses laid on my hair or those I laid on his elegant, cold hands. I clutched at his waist, with my whole self, my face attached to his sternum, my eyes closed, no matter how tightly I held him, it seemed I could never make him feel my strength, or how that strength was only a small glimmer of how much I loved him.But when he moved away to look at my face, I let him, his hands always gentle and loving.

" You seem upset, Amadeo," he said looking at my eyes. " I was Master, not anymore." and it was the truth, he was there, and that was all that mattered. He stroked my face, shook my hair from my forehead, and with care and a smile placed a kiss on my forehead. " Have you studied? Have you committed to the tasks you were given? " he inquired. I nodded, but he arched one of his elegant eyebrows in response. " I had visions again, gold and big eyes full of sorrow, they were painted, there were flowers.They were white. And then bowls with brushes, they were dirty with dirt…. And the cry of pain … I …" My breath became labored and my eyes glazed over, but the Master's firm hands and firm grip overcame me, and when I saw the sorrow in his eyes, I embraced him, my arms tight around his neck and my hands among the golden cascade that was his hair.

" If I could… I wish none of this would hurt you anymore, I wish love and beauty around you would be enough to heal your torn soul, my little one. If I could protect you from these ghosts that scratch you and make your heart bleed, I would. I thought forgetting was the right thing, but I was too hasty in my judgment. But don't fear Amadeo, I will be with you, whatever fate attends us, we will face it, and so we will do with your memories." he said shrugging me off and with a confident smile. I nodded and throw myself back into his arms, and his low but full laugh filled me with a deep happiness.

France

"If I could I would like my love to be able to tear away everything that is not us. I … I wish I could forget everything else, and go back to what was ripped away from us." Because again I thought I had lost him forever, and that destroyed me, and I understood. I understood that when I flew into the sun, he felt what I feel now. We were torn from our pride, from our fear, and all that was left was the love that silently dug into our hearts all these centuries. "If I could I wish that none of this would hurt you any more Master, that none of this would hurt us any more, we were the jailers of our hearts, out of mere vanity, out of stupid pride, out of trembling fear. Not anymore. You are my love, and always have been, and always will be."

Forever.

#marius/armand #marius de romanus #armand #vc #writing challenge #me vs writing #my writing

[nena-96]

What the Flip Lily?!

@jilytoberfest @jilymicrofics Week 4 prompts: Blip, Flip, Clip, Rip, Trip (my schedule in rl is a bit hectic, but here's a little Jily domestic family fluff)

Summary: Lily was enjoying the special moment with Harry in the nursery of Godric's Hollow... that was until James had decided to say some colorful words.

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His green eyes were so beautiful and full of love that Lily could do nothing but smile, as she cradled her little Harry in her arms. He’s so tiny, with his tiny fingers that reached and squeezed her finger as he gurgled a little laugh, as he kicked his tiny feet. Sitting here in the nursery, as she rocked on the ancient rocking chair, had become one of her favorite places to be here in Godric’s Hollow. Even with the war looming above them, as they hide in this house, she knows that there’s still beauty in the world, one of the reasons is the adorable look on Harry's face. Loving the way he giggled at the way she “booped” his nose with her finger.

While her little Harry, her adorable son would always end up blowing a raspberry at her, making Lily’s eyes fill up with tears of happiness.

A world where the war is over and Muggles and Muggleborn are safe to live their lives free of fear and pain. Harry’s green eyes are a reflection of her own, yet the messy black hair is definitely all James. If she were to really focus, she could see the glimmer of mischief within those beautiful green orbs. It was times like these in which Lily realizes that there can be peace in the wizarding world. One look at the child in her arms proves that her statement is real. No matter the time of day or night, Lily knew for certain that her little Harry will always be safe in her warm embrace.

So pure, so innocent, her little Harry James Po-

“Son of a Bit-”

Lily whips her head towards the nursery’s door, at the sound of her dearest husband’s outburst, the door knob jostles a bit before it turns slightly right and the door gets pushed open. As James limps into the room, while muttering obscenities, “I see you still haven’t moved the end table from the living room, Lils.” James said as he walked across the small distance to the nightstand. “I told you that I’d do it later, and no swearing James, I don’t want Harry to learn such words,” Lily scolded him, while making a show of covering Harry’s pink ears. “Oh, come on Lils you know more than I do that you have a sailor mouth”, James retorted, “I recall that you had quite the colorful vocabulary this morning that would even make an Auror blush.” With a roll of her eyes, Lily focused her attention back at the gurgling child in her arms, “No swearing, isn’t that right, sweetheart,” she cooed at Harry, making him giggle and his eyes brighten with happiness.

“I’m going to prepare some Palak Paneer and some Chicken Tikka Masala”, James said momentarily pulling Lily away from Harry, before she could ask how he got the ingredients for such a lavish meal, James waved his hand at her. “Relax, I used the Invisibility cloak and I can assure you that nobody saw me,” he said with certainty that the only thing that Lily could do was nod her head and smile at her husband. Lily watched as James walked towards her and give her a gentle kiss on Harry’s forehead before moving to kiss her gently on her soft lips. Before he moved away, he leaned down and she felt his breath tickle her skin as he whispered a promise into her ear, “I won’t let anything happen to either of you and I promise to tell you next time when I’ll go out for food.”

Lily nodded as she tried her best to not think of exactly how far the man, she loves would go in order to protect them, she doesn’t want to entertain the thought of losing him because he sacrifices himself in order to save them. No, a world without James is simply not a world she wants to live in, they made a promise and she will do everything in her power for the three of them to come out of this war alive. There’s simply no other alternative, she will not let anyone rip her family away from her.

James gives her a soft smile, his dimples showing before he turns to head out of the room, so he could show off his culinary skills, something that Lily could never achieve. Although, in her opinion there is nothing sexier than a man cooking up the most delicious curry and having the dishes cleaned and put away afterwards.

However, it has seemed as though luck wasn’t on her husband’s side, since he ended up tripping over the corner of the rug that was sticking up and ended up banging his toe onto one of the legs of the crib, as he was now hoping on one foot as he bit his bottom lip in frustration. Yes, it was moments like these in which Lily debates whether she indeed married one of the most talented wizards ever, or the biggest toe-rag ever.

“Blo-”

Lily’s eyes widened as she glanced at Harry before looking back at her husband, who if you ask her is making quite the show of hopping around on one foot. Before James could finish his sentence, Lily managed to bring out her wand from under Harry’s blanket and quickly muttered a spell and sent it directly at her husband.

“Blipping, flipping clip!” James had shouted in confusion, “Slipping, ugh flip.... Lily, what the flip did you clipping do?”

“I told you, no swearing around Harry”, Lily said in between giggles as she listened to the words spilling out James’ mouth. The look on his face was priceless as he licked his lips, and closed his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts as he did his best to ignore the way both Harry, and she were giggling uncontrollably now. Their faces-tinged pink as James continued muttering silly-obscenities as he turned and made his way out of the room.

“Dagnabbit…. Son of a monkey…. Merlin’s beard…. Flipping heck, Lily”

#jilytoberfest 2023 #jilymicrofics #<1000 words #James Potter #Lily Evans Potter #Harry Potter #jple #Jily fanfic #nena writes #Week 4 prompts

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: The Chores

Happy first drabble of 2023! This one is for the Warm Up: One-Word Prompt challenge @the-slumberparty I got my word yesterday and it was "enhance" but I didn't even think to screen cap it. 🤦‍♀️

The obvious choice would have been to go with Steve Rogers... cause he is enhanced... but then I got this idea for cowboy!Ari Levinson...and y'all know I love cowboy!Ari.

Title: The Chores

Pairing: cowboy!Ari Levinson x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 

Finished with work early, you escape the ranch house and settle into your hammock with a good book to enjoy the nice weather.

You are getting to a juicy part of the book the first time you notice Ari walk past you. He catches your eye and gives a small wave before he carries on with whatever chore he is working on.

The second time he comes by, he is on one of the ranch atv’s, noisily riding past you, pulling your attention from the book.

It isn't until he wanders into the area a third time, pushing a wheelbarrow full of logs, that you begin to suspect he is intentionally disturbing your peace. After all, the hammock is in a partially secluded private yard, separated from the working ranch by a row of hedges on one side.

You narrow your eyes as you watch him from over the edge of your book as he dumps the logs onto the ground by the stump he used as a chopping block. Then he disappears with the wheelbarrow.

He all but confirms your suspicions when he returns with his ax to chop the logs; logs that you both know don't have to be chopped right now and likely won’t even fit in the wood stockpile.

As you watch, he digs through the pile of logs and puts one on the stump and then positions himself so his back is towards you.

Unconsciously, you bite down on your lower lip as he swings the ax, splitting the log cleanly into two pieces. He repeats the process a couple times, allowing you to appreciate the way his body looks from behind. The way his blue jeans enhance his best, uh, ass-et. Not to mention the way his back and arm muscles flex with each swing.

After finishing a few logs, he pauses and sets the ax down. Then he turns suddenly and catches you watching him. He gives you a wink before he lifts the front of his shirt up and pulls it off. He makes a show of drying his sweaty face with the shirt before he tosses it aside.

“How’s the book?” He asks as if he isn't fully aware that you had lost interest in your book thanks to him.

Well two could play that game, you decide. “Trying to cool down,” you say, casually. “Just read a super sexy scene.”

"Sounds like a good book," he replies all the while giving you a smirk that says he doesn’t believe you. Turning, he takes his time setting up the next log, giving you plenty of time to take in the tan, bare skin of his back.

Damn him.

Once he is happy with the placement, he lines up the ax, taking a couple unnecessary practice swings for your benefit, before he slices the log into two.

With a huff, you get up from the hammock, getting his attention.

“Going somewhere?” he asks.

“You’re making me feel lazy,” you say, lying through your teeth. “Figured I go inside and do some chores.”

“Need a hand? Or two?” He asks, the glimmer in his eyes telling you that if you both go in the house no chores will be done.

“I’m sure you have stuff to do still,” you reply, testing him.

“Nothing the guys can’t handle,” he assures you. “I’ll just clean this up and meet you inside?” He gestures to the split logs.

"If you're sure they can spare you, I'd love the help," you say. "With the chores."

"The chores," he repeats. "I love doing the chores."

You go into the house and head straight for the master bathroom, where you plan to make good use of both his hands.

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This Must Be A Dream

Warnings: light angst in some sections, "x Amori" is featured in the last two bc I wrote those sections with my dear friend in mind. I do not wish to change the headers of those sections.

GN! Reader

Synopsis: When you wake up before your lover

MULTIFANDOM

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Riddle Rosehearts:

Pretty eyes open onto a dreamlike scene. The plush pillows supporting your head make you feel like you’re lying on clouds. The warmth of the sun rays dancing across the bedsheets warm your face, and the comforter covering your body shelters you from the cold of the AC. Beside you is Riddle. Your love, your one and only. Arms around your waist, he’s nestled into the crook of your arm and against your chest. He’s a lovely sight. Strands of hair fell across his angelic face, brows relaxed, and lips in the shape of the most contented smile. Not a trace of worry or stress in sight. You can’t help but smile as well. How could you not? With the sun making the room shine in golds and yellows, and the warmth and safety of the bed lulling you to sleep once more, you can’t help your soul swelling with the most indescribable content. In this moment of morning when the birds are singing- and your beloved is at your side- and time seems to both stretch on and stop short- you yearn to preserve this happiness forever.

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Venti:

You don’t remember how or when, but it seems you’ve awoken unto a fairytale. Clouds hover on each side, looking as fluffy as cotton candy. Drenched in shades of gold, purples, pinks, and blues, you even feel like taking a bite. And before you resolve to wake yourself from this gorgeous expanse of white and sun and cool breeze, you hear a twinkling voice behind you.

~~ “You seem in awe of the sunrise, my dove. But even with the sky at my mercy and the freedom to dance on clouds, you’re the only one who renders me speechless.” ~~

With that one line, you feel your heart flutter and a cheesy grin appears on your face. Laying back down on what you had–in your sleepy state–mistaken for a cloud, now realizing it was Dvalin, you look at Venti upside-down. He’s softly strumming his lyre, though most of the sound gets lost in the wind. And on his face is the prettiest sun ray of a smile you’ve ever seen. Pretty enough to rival the sunrise itself.

Gazing at you for one last second, Venti focuses on his lyre again. This time, you can hear a faint rhythm that you recognize as an old love song he sang to you long ago. You can’t remember the exact words, but you do remember how it made you feel–as if you were walking on sunshine. As if the stars decided to sing you praise. As if the one you love just promised to be yours forever. Turning your attention to the bluest of skies, you decide that if this was a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up.

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Xiao:

“Yakshas don’t sleep,” you’ve heard your beloved say many a time. And many a time, you find yourself chuckling at that memory as Xiao slumbers in your arms. He’s so beautiful, so perfect in every single way…. You almost cry thinking about how much he must trust you. And when he sleeps, you see the lines of worry and pain ease, and his face relaxes into an expression one might even call contentment. Now, as the sun is slowly waking up from its bed beyond the mountains, you wonder if Xiao is dreaming. You hope he is. You hope he’s dreaming of clear skies, a cool breeze, a field of flowers, and the song of a flute. As the sun rises and casts its magic rays of light onto the fields and rivers and seas below and makes them glimmer, you pray to Celestia that Xiao sleeps for a while longer. Anything to keep the agony that lies in wait for him at bay. Anything to delay his fight against demons for a minute longer. In these quiet moments when Wangshu Inn, along with the whole rest of Liyue, is sleeping, you find yourself willing to forfeit even these peaceful mornings if only to see your dearest Xiao smile.

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Nazuna Nito:

Though you slept a full four hours this night, you still wake up with sleep in your eyes and a blinding headache. Before you can move to get up and make yourself a cup of blazing hot coffee with way too much cream in it, you realize you’re trapped within an embrace. Your darling Nazuna’s embrace, specifically. With your head squished against his chest and his arms around your upper back and cradling your head, you almost find yourself blushing if not for the fact that you’re so desperate for comfort that you don’t even care anymore.

And with this realization of your situation, you’re hit with a dose of clarity. The sun is fully shining through the windows, hurting your eyes. And the AC has just turned on, making you shiver with only the thin blanket covering you. But despite this, you find yourself actually liking this morning. Yes, you’re probably very late to work, you have a headache, and four of your papers are overdue + a presentation you need to set up and finish before you arrive at ES, but something is going right this morning. Maybe it’s the way Nazuna is hugging you to his chest as if protecting you from the dangers and heartache of the world… Maybe it’s the way he looks ethereal laying in the sunrise–blonde hair shimmering and expression warm… Or maybe it’s the way you’re both still in bed at the same time. No one has left before the other. It’s just you two, basking in each other’s presence. But no matter the details, you just can’t shake the feeling that maybe today is going to be a good day.

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Rook Hunt x Amori: 

You wake unto an unusual scene. Some of the decor pillows lay at the side of the bed, where you left them the night prior. The thin, white blanket lay tangled around your and your lover’s legs. -Ah, now you know what was so unusual. Rook was still beside you, sleeping peacefully. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, head against your chest. Usually, Rook would have been awake before you, having left the house at dawn to hunt or assist Vil in his duties. It was… a pleasant surprise to see him still and quiet beside you. Warm rays of light shone through the pastel-ish chiffon curtains, making your sheets glitter with light pinks and become a stage for the gold light dancing across it. The doves that frequented the trees beside your manor were chittering, and behind the sounds of the breeze and your love’s steady breathing, you could even hear the faintest bubble of water from the brook in the gardens outside. It was a silent morning, quieter than you had ever heard before.

‘Perhaps,’ you thought, ‘Rook would be stalking the woods for sleepy-sounding prey right about now.’ Perhaps right now you’d be getting up from a cold and lonely bed, getting ready for a day that would keep you away from your dear Rook until evening. Perhaps right now you’d be opening up your window to a world of sound. Of animal cries and fawns, and the rustle of tree branches, and the babble of the brook, and the wind whispering in your ear.

But right now–at this moment–you were in bed, beloved by your side. Rook was quiet for once, for a reason other than being the epitome of stealth. He was not spouting praise of your divine figure or creating poems glorifying the world’s wonders. He was not restless and in flight, nay! Lying on your chest, hair a mess, cheeks colored in a slight rosy hue, and ear pressed against your heartbeat, he was. And all around you two was silence. The beautiful kind. The one that makes you stay still for a while longer to relish in the bliss of that moment. The type that offers a reprieve from daily life. The type that fills you with a profound understanding of the present. The type of silence that makes you feel as if the world has stopped turning, taking a minute to catch its breath. And you hoped, that perhaps on another glorious morning just like this, you and Rook could wake up together to appreciate this special beauty before the world starts spinning once again.

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Azul Ashengrotto x Amori:

The alarm rang, loud and harsh against the silence of the night. It was 3am, and Azul snapped out of his tired daze once again. He’d been working all throughout the day into the night, and despite your calls, he would not go to bed with you. Now, he regretted not going to bed when you beckoned. All week he’d been so busy that it became a luxury to spend time with you. And right when you’d so kindly offered to spend the night with him, he’d turned you down. Now, he had a terrible headache, was in the foulest of moods, and was ever-so sad about his foolishness. 

Azul left his messy, paper-strewn desk and shuffled over to his room, where you lay in bed slumbering peacefully. He smiled softly, though that smile vanished when he flopped beside you and under the covers. He wished you were awake to give him a hug–he so desperately needed one–but he wouldn’t dare wake you. You had been drowning in work this week, too, and Azul didn’t want to disrupt your well-deserved rest. So, Azul decided to make due by shuffling closer to you until his shoulder brushed your back, and nuzzling farther into the multitude of fluffy pillows.

It was still early when you awoke. It was dead silent, and the clock showed 4:37 am. You had slept for four hours and thirty-seven minutes, longer than you had slept any night all week. While you were nowhere near refreshed, you had business to attend to. But as you reached to pull off the covers, you finally noticed. Azul was beside you. He was a mess, hair sticking out like a bird’s nest and drool leaking from the corner of his lips. Nevertheless, it was a nice sight to see. He had finally taken a break, the first one you’d seen him take in a while, and you were glad for him. He was always working, trying so hard to be the best at everything he did. He deserved this bit of respite. 

You sat there on the bed for a while. Your brain was still a bit fuzzy, and melancholy thoughts had started to seep into your tired brain. Though it was only this week that had been so insanely busy, the time you and Azul would spend together had been dwindling for a long time preceding it. It wasn’t by any conscious decision of either of you, but your schedules would always conflict, and free time was hard to come by. These hours of the night were often the only times your schedules would collide, but sleeping in each other’s arms wasn’t enough. You longed for the day when you two would have a nice, long vacation. A day where you two could talk about anything, indulge in each other, and just relax. You just… really missed him, despite him being only a hair’s length away.

Unfortunately, these late hours would have to do. If only you could stay in bed a while longer. You hated to leave Azul to wake alone.

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