#i am afraid even though there is now distance.. the little one does not feel the distance maybe

[usareiis]

#seriously seriously one of the most beautiful pieces of music i have ever heard #i feel so conflicted thinking about this but i was always afraid to get more into shinee because of jonghyun #i remember the exact day he died when i was in high school and i remember feeling slammed with the news even though he was just guy from... #...clue + note to me and as i have gotten more into kpop in the past few years i have been there for all of shinee's comebacks from don't... #...call me on and i always kept them at a distance bc even though i thought they seemed so cool i was worried to get into them and always... #...feel like someone was missing. and now that my little sister has gotten so into them i have too #and it does feel like someone is missing all of the time and we watch so much content of jonghyun together that sometimes it hits me all... #...over again how unreal and bad it is that he isn't in the world with us anymore #i am so sad too thinking about how i almost didn't hear some of the most beautiful music out of the fear of grieving him #one of the most beautiful voices and i click with his words so so much #like he's my friend and i almost never got to know him :( and that thought it so much worse than the worry of having to miss him :( #it also makes me sick bc if it would have changed anything for him at all. he's still making so many people happy. he's still there for me. #i don't get this emotional every time i listen to him but sometimes it all hits me #music #Spotify

[teddybeirin]

I cannot sleep at all ;w;

#it has not fully settled in but i think it will just take a long long time #i keep expecting something bad even though i am so comfortable here #it isnt even a present time feeling i dont think #i am afraid even though there is now distance.. the little one does not feel the distance maybe #does not realize. it has not fully sank in because not every part is aware of #the present. and then on top of that this is just so much #after everything i am okay only because other people made it so. and somehow it feels as if it could reach back #and touch the past. i am okay because other people made it so. a loop has finally been closed #that i didnt even realize was left open. i cant say i dont understand why i was so avoidant of asking #for help or needing help because 'if i need what i cant have im doomed either way why bother it hurts' was understandable #coming from that kind of nightmareish perfect storm. it feels like a nightmare now #that i have just woken up from. it doesnt feel real even though i am trying to hold onto at least #that i still need to go to therapy even if 'well *I* am not [part] so that never happened to me go away' is taking hold again #with more denial being even easier because now nothing bad is happening currently to me #what a trip. there was always fear and now its absence causes it somehow #there was always fear. and i was so obsessed with death because it was a comfort to at least get to know what i felt so close to me always #and now its breath is off my neck and only because people have been kind. it was not for any of my struggling on my own #all of that aside from what kept me alive was really fruitless. i have always needed others. it feels really strange #to say that now looking back at how i managed despite having no-one but it was not like the need was not there #it was even worse for being so totally unfulfilled. this is all so strange #some part of me feels afraid that the only way something this good could happen is if we are about to die #but i think that is a little silly. and it is so lovely to be able to say to the younger selves that it has gotten better #and they can be here with me where it is better. and nobody will hurt us anymore and it is safe and they are loved and every single wish #has been granted. it sounds so corny to say it that way but it really feels like it is so miraculous as to be impossible - if not for #experiencing it id have never believed this possible. that we can be safe at least from those harms #that time was all nothing.. it was nothing. 22 years full of barely anything worth living up til a few months that changed every single #thing. every single thing. how did i even live? it feels like breathing air for the first time #i have gone my whole life without feeling this and now i think i dont know how i ever made it through #but oh my god i am so glad i did #i am so glad i did.

[pretty-toru]

Hi! If you're taking requests rn, can I req for a gojo x fem or gn reader scenario where she does the break up prank on him but he surprisingly actually falls for it and the reader then makes up for it (sfw please)

break up prank┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: slight angst to comfort

୧ wc: 1.2k

୧ synopsis: you break up with gojo because he eats too much.

a/n: i don't support these kinds of relationship pranks :( but i tried making this lighthearted as possible so no hearts were broken in the making.

Satoru's enjoying his lunch across from you during break 一 if you can even call it that considering it's a bunch of sweets and snacks in their wrappers sprawled over the table. While he's filling you in on his morning accompanied by his first year students, cheek overstuffed with strawberry whipped cream sando, you sigh when he finishes his sentence.

"Gojo, we need to talk."

There’s a bitter taste on his tongue now, and Satoru looks at you with his brows furrowed when you call him by his family name which sounds foreign to him. You don't normally address him that way unless he seriously messed up, but everything was perfect and you both were getting along great so he's clueless. Maybe if he pretends by looking around for this Gojo to answer you back and nothing comes up the day can continue its usual pace. "Yeah, so, anyway as Megumi was getting hit on–"

You huff when your words fall on deaf ears, and you are a little more stern and a little louder this time. Your arms crossing over your chest because you don't appreciate being ignored. "Gojo, I just said we need to talk."

He wears a sullen pout but keeps his lighthearted tone. "Angel you're killing me here, you know that's not my name. You always call me Baby or Honey or Toru~" He mimics your cute voice and you bite the inside of your cheek from smiling affectionately, and because you don’t sound even close to anything like that. 

"Yeah, well not for long. We have to break up."

What? His face immediately drops and he seizes his antics. He can't believe you could say that so easily, and he doesn't even know if he heard you right. You are his entire world and he thought he was yours too. Just the other day you were telling him how happy he makes you and how lucky you were to have him, so what the hell happened? Where did he go wrong? He completely trusted that you'd never give up on him and you both were even planning for the future, so it's incredibly baffling to him when you say the most unexpected thing.

Break up...

Break up?

What do you mean by that?

"No chance, that's not happening. What makes you say that, hm?" Satoru has a way of bouncing back that tells you even though he feels hurt and betrayed, he won’t succumb to the voice in his head reminding him he doesn’t deserve you. Because he knows he does, and you deserve him too. "This sounds like crazy talk, that's what it is. I can't believe you would even suggest something like this. Am I even allowed to know the reason?"

You straighten yourself in your seat, and gesture over to the purchased goods to your right. "Well, for one thing–! You eat so many sweets!" When your words reach him, he caught onto your practical joke and relief washes over him. He can't take you seriously anymore especially when you make frowning look so adorable as the castella roll cake, his beloved kikufuku, and an entire souffle cheesecake gets chastised under your gaze. "I've never seen anyone eat their body weight in sweets, and I'm afraid the next morning I'll find my boyfriend has turned into liquified sugar or limbs made of mochi!"

Satoru bursts out into laughter from your ridiculous explanation of wanting to end things, the tension in the room dissipates and the heaviness in his heart follows making him feel infinitely lighter. He doesn't argue or deny his sweet tooth, just slowly nods and drags your seat that’s a short distance away towards him. His strawberry sando is forgotten and you are compliant when he gently pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms around you and pressing a kiss to the pulse point of your neck. You giggle because it tickles, and your arms loop around his nape with your fingers twirling the ends of his hair. 

"Fine, it's true. I've become a sugar fiend. But is that really something to break up over, sweetheart?" He’s slowly returning back to being playful again, but the way he’s holding you a little closer and tighter means he hasn’t fully recovered from the prank. 

"I mean, it's getting out of control. When we go out for ice cream, you won't share yours and keep taking bites out of mine. Huge ones that leave teeth marks too!" You’re teasing him now and all he can do is chuckle. This is the worst prank anyone has pulled on him, and he should be upset with the person that played it… But he just can’t be upset with you, he could never be upset at you. Just because you did something like that doesn’t mean he still doesn't love you.

"I share everything else with you, and I think I'm more than generous when it comes to spoiling my sweet girl~" Satoru leans in once more to plant quick trailing kisses on your neckline down to your collarbone for all the times he’s stolen a taste from you. When he pulls away slightly, his parted lips were already waiting for yours when you meet him for a tender exchange. Softly melding together with a taste of your tongue and your "I love you" is more than just words to him. It’s a feeling he knows is truly and genuinely still there despite you almost breaking his heart.  

"I hope you know I was just joking, right?" Your noses are touching and you speak in the most gentle tone. He was so sure it was some mischievous stunt, but hearing you confirm it gave him some comfort and ease of mind. "We aren’t breaking up just so we’re clear. I’m sorry for putting you through that, but it was nice knowing you’d want to keep me around. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?"

"Heh, you really messed with my feelings just now, you know that?" Satoru looks faintly distressed, but there’s a simper on his face when he glances down and smooth out the wrinkles on your skirt. "I really thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore. How about if you promise to never do it again… I’ll let you get away with it."

"I promise I won’t do it again." He watches as your hand cover his and you signal him to link your pinkies together. Even if there’s no need for timeless rituals anymore you both still like to engage in small gestures with the utmost seriousness to stay true to your word.

Satoru can’t help but release a breathy laugh. He looks at the sweet connection between your little fingers that brings a certain warmth to his heart like sunlight settling on his skin after a windy surge. His smile broadens as he looks back up at you. "Promise you won’t break my heart by ever leaving me?"

You hum contently and smooch his cheek as you recite the promise back to him. "I promise I won’t break your poor heart. Wouldn't even dream of it."

"I'm glad you are not going anywhere. Then I promise you the same thing~" He intertwines your hands together and brings it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. "I love you so much. Don't forget that Angel."

#gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru #gojo imagines #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Four}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

I sat on the bed of my room, it was nicer than I expected it to be. Quite spacious too. My mind was still racing from what just happened. I spoke face to face with Lucifer himself. And what's worse? He's suspicious. He might not know I'm an angel, thanks to Alastor's help. But didn't make me feel any better that he suspects something. What would he do if he caught me?

I shutter, trying to shake the thought from my head. Alastor made it clear that demons would jump at the chance to get ahold of an angel. I didn't even want to think about what Lucifer would do. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my door opening. I look over to see Alastor standing in the doorway.

"Quite the day you've had." He says before stepping inside and shutting the door. I only nod. "You fell from heaven and got to meet the devil himself all in one day."

I grimace. "I uh, didn't expect him to look like that." I muttered. "Expecting a red demon with horns and a pitch fork?" Alastor raises an eyebrow with a smug grin. I shrug. "I guess?"

Alastor chuckled at my words, he walked over to a near by window and looked out of it. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect that either when I ended up here." I look over at him. As much as he has already explained to me, I was still confused to as to just what exactly he is. Who he is. I choose my next words carefully as I ask.

"How does one become a overlord?" I asked. Alastor's grin widened at my question. "Why, earning it of course! You don't become as feared as I am over night. Though, I will admit I earned my position rather quickly. Maybe a month or two at the most." Alastor went on.

"There are plenty more like me out there. I tend to keep my distance from them however. We do not share the same ideals, so I see no point in trying to "get along" with any of them. Especially that damn flatscreen faced fool."

Alastor's expression soured slightly at the mention of the "flatscreen faced fool". Such an odd nickname for someone. I couldn't help but wonder just who he was talking about.

"So, you're all pretty strong? From what you said, a lot of people here are afraid of you." Alastor nods. "Strong is an understatement my dear. But yes, we are." I then thought back to Lucifer. "But not stronger than Lucifer?"

Alastor's eyebrow twitched. "Unfortunately." I had thought as much. Though, I didn't speak much more on the subject, clearly Alastor wasn't too happy about it. "And you, an overlord, work at a hotel? Why would you do that?"

"Sheer boredom." Alastor says with a shrug. "I've reached a low point believe it or not. Things are starting to repeat. So, why not join in on the princess' little project? Sinners given the chance to be redeemed? Ha! Now that's entertaining!"

I didn't much like the way he laughed off Charlie's idea. She had a good heart, and wanted to see the best in others. She didn't want them to be in this place forever. It was nice, and she wasn't hurting anyone. If she could pull it off, than good on her.

"About Charlie. Has she always been like this? So...nice?" I asked. "I have only known her for a week. But I assume so. She's one of the more polite demons I've met, given who her father is." He chuckles. "And her idea, this belief that sinners can be redeemed. It's adorable."

I furrow my brows. "At least she's trying to care about the people down here." Alastor raised an eyebrow at my words. "So what if it's unheard of? Or if it's even possible at that? She believes in a good cause, and she just wants everyone to have a fair shot at being the best version of themselves they can be. Sure, some if not most of the people down here actually deserve to be here. But those who have done small sins, theft, substance abuse, things like that. Maybe they could make a turn around and be better people. We don't know these people's stories. Charlie's idea, this hotel, is what they might need."

"An angel indeed." Alastor smirks. "So naive, so innocent." I huff and look away from him. "Well forgive me for being considerate for others. I was kinda taught to do so my whole life." I cross my arms, a slight pout on my face. "Yes, about that." Alastor hums. "You seem pretty young my dear. How old are you?" I glance at him.

"I'm twenty five" I answer him with uncertainty. "So young, and already off in heaven? What happened?" My irritation slowly turned into sadness, I look away from him once again, my shoulders slumping slightly.

Alastor spoke after I refused to answer, this time his voice laced with a bit of sincerity. "I see it's a sore subject for you. Never mind it." He says softly. I only nod before more silence fell between us both. "If you truly believe in the princess' cause, why not help her out?"

"But she believes I'm already a sinner in need of rehabilitation. How could I work here?" I asked him. "Easily. Just ask. And showing some interest in helping your fellow sinner wouldn't hurt either." Alastor explains. "It could prove to help you in the long run. Maybe the big man upstairs will see your effort and grant your reentrance into heaven."

I perked up at the idea. Maybe that could work after all. If I can prove that even in hell I can be good and show kindness and love to others, maybe god will accept me again. "Perhaps that could work." I tell him. "Do you think Charlie would let me apply for a position?"

"She could use all the help she can get. I'm sure she wouldn't turn you away." Alastor assures me. "And, how can I be sure that her father won't show up again?" I ask, he only shrugs.

"You can't. Lucifer shows no interest in this hotel or it's ideals, so I doubt he'd be here often. However, I can not guarantee he will never be here. I understand your worry, but there is no need to fret. I have it under control. As long as you have this..." He carefully lifts my necklace by the gemstone. "Then you will be hidden from him, and everyone else in this god forsaken cesspool." He lets go of the necklace, I look down at it.

"The second it comes off, your disguise disappears. And your true form will be revealed." I place my hand over it. "I'll be sure to take great care of it." I promise him. Alastor grins. "I'll hold you to it." He walks back to the door. "I must be off now, I trust you'll stay here in the hotel until I return?" I nod. "Very good." He says before leaving my room.

I sigh before standing from my bed and walking towards the small bathroom in my room. I look into the mirror and stare at my reflection. I still couldn't get over my new look, I'd never thought I'd ever look like this. Like a demon.

Though, it was for the best. As long as I looked like this, I'll be safe. I place my hand on the necklace, my mind then went to Alastor and the deal I made with him. He said he would help me get back into heaven, and all I had to do was amuse him. I furrow my brow at the idea. Just how exactly was I suppose to do that?

I'm not exactly a comedian. Unless, his idea of amusement was some form of comedy at my own expense. I grumble as I step out of my bathroom.

"I wouldn't be surprised if some bodily harm is involved." I mutter before leaving my room. I made way through the halls and down the staircase into the main lobby. I turn my head and see a small bar with that same winged cat demon manning it.

I look around, no one else seemed to be around. Maybe they were all busy? "Hey you." The demon's gruff voice caught my attention. "Ya gonna say something or are ya just gonna stand there lookin like a fucking idiot?"

I bite back a sour expression before walking over. "Sorry." I apologize. "You're Husk, right? Where is everyone?" I ask him. Husk looked up from a glass he was wiping. "Charlie's is up in her office, and I assume her girlfriend is with her. Nifty's off somewhere cleaning something. And I don't know where Angel is. Probably out sucking dick."

Again, I hide my distaste for his choice of words, and only nod. "And as for Alastor? Who the hell knows? I'm sure he's up to no good though. Anyways." Husk puts the glass away. "What will it be?" He asks, turning to the many bottles of liquor on the wall.

"Oh, uh, no I don't drink." I tell him. Husk turns back to me with a raised eyebrow. "You don't drink?" He asks, very confused. And perhaps a little suspicious. Oh, that probably wasn't the best thing I could have said.

Almost everyone in hell drinks, I assume. It would be more than odd if someone down here didn't drink, even if not just a little. "W-Well, I mean, I just say that because people usually don't make it the way I like." I lie.

"Well, you ain't had me make it. What is it, exactly?" Husks asks. Darn. "A whisky." I say uncertainly. Husk nods and begins to make it. "Anything specific added to it?" He asks. Gosh darn it. "...Vodka." Husk raises his brows before returning his expression to normal. "Bold, I'll give you that." He pours the drink before passing the glass to me.

I took a sniff before taking a small sip, failing to hold back my disgust. I set the glass down and just barely repressed a gag. I coughed a few times, blinking back a few tears, a slight shutter going throughout my body.

"Wow." Husk mutters. "You weren't lying when you said you don't drink." I sigh shakily. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you pour that drink for nothing." Husk shrugs before taking the glass and downing it easily.

My shocked and admittedly impressed expression caused him to chuckle. "You get use to it after a while." He tells me before making another drink. Before I could refuse it, he put my worry to ease. "It's just sprite." I thank him before taking a much appreciated swig of the drink, grateful that the horrible taste of the whisky was quickly washed away.

"So, what do you do if you don't drink?" Husks asks me. I just shrug. "Other things." I hoped he wouldn't press further. Thankfully he didn't. "Whatcha here for?" Husk asks me, I look up at him from my drink. "Pardon?" I tilt my head.

"You're here for rehabilitation right? What for?" Oh, I was no prepared to answer a question like that. Though, it might have been wise of me to think of something beforehand. Husk raised an eyebrow, I was taking to long to answer. "I stole." I finally managed to say. "I uh, robbed some people when I was alive."

"I see." Husk nod turning his attention away from me. "So. Heard Alastor's the one who showed you to this lovely hotel." Husk says casually. "Surprised that bastard would do something like that." I glance up at him.

"Why's that?" I asked. Husk gave me a look as if I should already know the answer. "He doesn't give a shit about this hotel. All he cares about is the suffering of others. Why the fuck would he care about advertising the hotel to others?" I didn't doubt that. He's been pretty obvious about his disinterest in the hotel. But it wasn't like I could tell him exactly why I was here.

"You two friends or something?" My mind raced as I tried to quickly think up of an answer.

I had a feeling that Alastor had no interest in considering me a friend. We weren't even acquaintances. We were simply just, helping each other out. If that's what you can call it. I went to open my mouth to answer but Husk beat me to it.

"Don't tell me you made a deal with him." His tone wavered on pity and annoyance. My heart skipped a beat, my body language seemed to have given me away as Husked sighed heavily. "Fuck, that's not good. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

I already knew nothing good could come from it. But his words made my unease grow. It was like he had a first hand experience to Alastor's dealings. Suddenly the sound of Alastor's voice caused both of us to freeze.

"Husker my dear friend." I felt Alastor's presence from right behind me, though I didn't turn to acknowledge him. Husk's harden expression fell slightly. His brow twitched, ears flattening against his head a bit.

"I don't believe our business is any of your concern."

#alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

My Thoughts on Touchstarved

So, I've finished the demo! Let me start off by saying that I love the story! The concept is awesome, I adore that you can choose your own background, I love how immersive the setting is, everything is just... amazing. I can't wait for the full game to come out! Especially with all the special treats we're getting from the Kickstarter goals, it's going to be fantastic! And now, my friends, I shall share with you my thoughts & Headcannons for each of our lovely love interests, in order of appearance. If you'd like to see more, my requests are open!! I haven't gotten any for Touchstarved yet but I'm itching to write for them, I just... need some inspiration, so the more the merrier!

Kuras

First of all: pretty. I love his design, it's wonderful. He looks so ethereal! And very doctor-y, which was the point.

Can we talk about the hair, though???? How cool is that?? I love it. It looks very soft and fluffy. And so long... Could you imagine sleeping next to him? You wake up and you're drowning in floof.

He's very kind and gentle, but is obviously holding back. He distances himself from people, and like everybody else on this list, he needs to find someone he can really trust to open up and be himself with.

And he stays so busy, like... when does he ever take the time to relax? I know the city needs him and his clinic, but he deserves some time off, too.

To be honest Kuras gives me kinda like.... asexual vibes? Maybe demisexual? Idk, maybe I'm reading too much into him being reserved, but. I just feel like he either wouldn't be interested or he'd want to fall in love with someone before taking them to bed.

Leander

I love him, he's incredible. So talented, so kind!! I love the respect the Bloodhounds have for him, and how willing he is to go out of his way to help a stranger.

Also he blushes very easily and I love it, he's absolutely adorable

I am very very curious how he got so much skill with magic, because that doesn't seem to be normal. I bet it has something to do with his secret.

He very clearly has some serious trauma in his past, too. I wonder how he got that scar, if it has anything to do with his magic, if it is indeed the same scar running from his face to his arm....

Seems like he drowns his trauma in alcohol, his gang, and keeping himself very busy. Poor thing clearly doesn't get as much sleep as he should.

I think he just wants to be loved, but he's afraid to let himself be too vulnerable.

Vere

Foxboy Foxboy Foxboy Foxboy Fox-

Can I just say that I'm a little bit in love with his design. I mean I am with all of them but. Especially Vere. I love foxes and it's just. *Chef's kiss*

He's a cocky lil son of a biscuit tho. That tongue of his is quite sharp... as are his teeth~

I feel like he'd flirt with a Soulless to get what he wanted. In actuality he'd just murder it, but... you get my point. You're never sure if he's gonna seduce you or slit your neck.

Literally if Sage and Rime from Last Legacy had a child.

He's absolutely not trustworthy but I wanna get to the bottom of things and form that trust with him.

Romancing him would be very interesting. He's always three seconds away from eating you, but the question is... will he eat your soul, or your [redacted]?

Ais

He reminds me far too much of my friend's OC, and for that, I am the sliiiightest bit obsessed with him. At least that gives me a headstart on his characterization.

Would sell you to Satan for one cornchip, but fortunately MC interests him enough to keep them around

And Princess???? Oh my god. My heart. I adore her, I adore him, yes please

And he calls the MC "Sparrow"!!! That's absolutely precious. I love how he has nicknames for people, it's wonderful

Ais seems like the person who will tell you he doesn't care what happens to you and you can go get yourself killed for all he cares, then move heaven and earth to save you once you're even slightly in danger.

Mhin

Baby needs a hug. Enough said.

l absolutely adore them. They have stolen my heart.

And yes, maybe I do have the slightest bit of a savior complex, shut up. I'm just addicted to the hurt/comfort angst of it all, okay?

Literally hates everyone and everyone hates them (Except for, y'know, Kuras) because they're such a grumpy little loner and dear god just let me love you, let me teach you what love is.

They definitely fit into the whole "stronger than they appear" archetype because they're specifically mentioned to be pretty scrawny, but they have an impressive amount of strength and holy hells they're good with that dagger. That's incredible skill

I just. I want to break down those walls and earn their trust and teach them they have someone they can rely on who won't betray them, no matter what happens or how dark things get.

I just want to cuddle them and reassure them that everything's gonna be alright, is that a crime?

#beefriend-writes #touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved kuras #kuras touchstarved #touchstarved leander #leander touchstarved #touchstarved vere #vere touchstarved #touchstarved ais #ais touchstarved #touchstarved mhin #mhin touchstarved #touchstarved demo

[ivryne]

. . . 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 ! ✧

SYNOPSIS. Genshin men’s voicelines abt you as their lover !

✦ ╮ayato, kazuha, albedo, xiao

✦ ╮gn!reader

✦ ╮might be ooc but I’ll try my best hehe

NOTE. I’ve been seeing posts like this all over tumblr so I wanted to try too hehe. So you can say this post is inspired by those ppl <3 Also not proofread bc I’m so lazy :0

01. Kamisato Ayato

About [ Name ] : Whispers of the citizens | 🔓friendship lvl 4

“Ah I see…there are rumors regarding my engagement. Well fortunately, I can confirm such rumor. Hm? You would like to know more about them? Well it’ll be my pleasure to oblige. [ Name ]…they are my definition of perfection. I cannot imagine being engaged with someone rather than them. They’re determined—well principled, yet so full of compassion. I apologize, I’m afraid I have to stop now or else I wouldn’t be able to contain myself to stop. hehe. But perhaps if you’re quite keen on getting to know them, we shall schedule a tea time with them. When they are not busy, of course. I’m sure they’ll adore you as well.”

The traveler and Ayato eventually scheduled a tea time with you. And of course, who are you to refuse a tea time the the most renowned traveler. In the tea session, you both learn so much about each other. You definitely get along with the traveler and plans more tea sessions for the future—along with Ayaka too even. Ayato watches you get along with his friends and he can’t get rid of that small smile on his face as he looks at you with admiration <33

About [ Name ] : Sweet treats | 🔓 friendship lvl 6

“ [ Name ] is always so fond of sweet treats. Ah I see a dango stand not quite far from where we are now. Perhaps I should get a few for them before returning home…”

The ever so caring commissioner. He’s definitely one to buy things that reminded him of you with no question. Never minding the price. As long as it will bring a smile to your face, he doesn’t really care how much it’s going to cost. Because the joy on your face, is definitely priceless ^^

02. Kaedehara Kazuha

About [ Name ] : Wherever the wind leads | 🔓 friendship lvl 4

“ [ Name ]? Oh? You know of them? Ah why am I surprised. They seem to put that effect on people. Hm? You would like to know more about them? Of course. [ Name ] and I have known each other since we were young. It only makes sense as the [ l/n ] clan and the Kaedehara clan has always maintain a deep connection. So it was no more than a pleasant surprise when both clans found out about our relationship. Ah yes, I do miss them. But I know, wherever the wind leads, it will always lead me back to them.”

Distance brings fondness is what they say. Though it is partly true, you cannot help but miss those days spent with your lover. However, all your worries and despair are swept away when you feel a familiar breeze engulfing you. With a familiar scent lingering in the wind, you know just who it is. Every once in a while when the Alcor lies in Ritou, Kazuha never forgets to visit your family estate. Giving alongs gifts and greetings to you and your family yes he’s definitely that son-in-law material. Even with his constant life of wandering, he will always come back home to you <33.

About [ Name ] : Traveling | 🔓 friendship lvl 6

“I’ve always dream of traveling with [ Name ]. Exploring the wanders of Tevyat with them. The human life is still bound to time and I would like to spend my outmost time with them. Hm? Why don’t I ask them? Well, being the first child of the [ l/n ] clan, they have a plethora of duties. It’s only fair for me to wait for an opportunity. I do not wish to bother them. However, [ Name ] does need a little break…”

As like Kazuha mentioned, being the first born in your clan, you have thousands of duties. Though, once Kazuha persuaded your parents for your much needed vacation, you obliged. Because your clan isn’t going to die without you around for a few weeks right?

03. Albedo

About [ Name ] : Company | 🔓 friendship lvl 4

“ [ Name ] ? Yes, our scribe of the Knights of Favonius. It wouldn’t be a surprise if you do know of them. They are quite popular amongst the citizens. Oh? You’re curious about our relation? Ah it’s nothing much. They just like to accompany me during experiments in Dragonspine sometimes—to document the experiment of course. It’s only because of their job, really.

Albedo might not be one to indulge on such mortal emotions, but right now, dusty pink seems to take over his pale features.

Albedo is definitely one to keep a mental or physical note on his symptoms whenever your around. ( Increased heartbeat, nervousness, flushed cheeks, etc )

And when he finally realized his prolonged feelings for you, he’ll try to analyze your movements around him to see if he can confirm that you feel the same. And once his hypothesis can be confirmed, he’ll ask you out 😵‍💫

About [ Name ] : Sleepless nights | 🔓 friendship lvl 6

“ Being the scribe of the Knights of Favonius, there are quite many things to be done. Although, it is still not an excuse to spend sleepless nights. I have warned them multiple times about this. How sleep is important for the human body. But they are still always so stubborn. Huh? What do you mean I’m one to talk? ”

Bro Albedo is a hypocrite fr bc he also likes to spend sleepless nights. Though, in nights like this, where your work is piling up more than usual, Albedo takes the liberty to visit your office. The alchemist watches your scribbling figure with a displeased expression. And once your tired eyes met his, you know your done x_x. Now he’s definitely gonna drag you to bed for your much needed rest. But don’t worry, he’s only doing that because he cares abt you and don’t want to to die of exhaustion <3.

I feel like he is one to leave like a kiss on the forehead when you want to sleep and definitely in for cuddles. So the both of you sleep all your tiredness away, leaving all the pain of work for tomorrow.

04. Xiao

About [ Name ] : Insufferable | 🔓 friendship lvl 4

“ You want to know what I think about [ Name ] ? Why is that important? I’ve got other things to do…Fine. I think [ Name ] is insufferable. Everywhere I go they’re just…there. They clearly know how to get on my nerve. That cheeky smile of them makes me- Ugh never mind. ”

It’s been centuries since you know the yaksha. Being one of the Adeptis that contributed in the Archon war yourself, you empathize on his pain. So you took the liberty to make him at least a bit happy. To bring at least a little light to his lightless worldview. Even though it might not seem like it, your occasional visits to the Wangshu Inn, brings joy to his tainted soul not that he’ll actually tell you. But ofc you know it :p

About [ Name ] : Karmic debt | 🔓 friendship lvl 6

“ Yes. Although it is quite hard for me to admit, being with them does ease my karmic debt. Don’t even think of mentioning this to them. What? They already know? Tch of course they do. It’s just- Not everyone can handle my karmic debt. But [ Name ] isn’t one of them. Though [ Name ] is still so much to handle. They are too careless. They would sacrifice themselves in a heartbeat for someone they don’t even know- Why are you looking at me like that?

Like Albedo, he’s definitely also a hypocrite 💀 Like ur one yo talk mr. self sacrifice. But alas, he really does care for you even though it look centuries for him to admit it yes that long.

Though he is right. You are too careless sometimes like him. He just doesn’t want to see you hurt like last time.

After hearing a call of his name, the Yaksha did not think twice to head to the location of the caller. His amber eyes that once show no emotions, averted to panic and worry as he sees you and specifically your condition. Sitting on the field of grass with an large gash and blood dripping from your leg, you look up to him with a small innocent smile. “Hi”. It’s safe to say that Xiao is not pleased.

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[harinishivaa]

A Brother’s Advice

The much anticipated sequel to a brother’s eyes.

******

Aditha sat with his elbow on his knee and his hand on his chin, tilting his head to look at his pacing brother. In that moment, Arulmozhi looked like a caged tiger, which partially amused Aditha.

“Arulmozhi, ippo enna aagivittadhu endru ippadi paigirai? (Arulmozhi, what happened now, that you are almost pouncing, like a tiger),” Aditha asked, looking at Arulmozhi, who paused and looked back at Aditha.

“Ennavendru theriya villai, Anna (I don’t know what it is, Anna). I feel like something in me is about to burst,” Arulmozhi said, looking confused. “There is something within me that is fluttering and insisting on coming out, something which I have maybe locked out of me.”

Aditha smiled softly, and patted the seat next to him, where Arulmozhi came and sat, looking as confused as a little boy.

“What do you think of Vanathi, Mozhi?” Aditha adopted the old nickname he had given for his younger brother, who had loved the Tamizh language with a deep passion since he was a boy of four years.

“Anna, you too?”

“It is not just Kundavai and I, Mozhi, not even just the elders, but it seems like Chozha Nadu is waiting for you and Vanathi to marry,” Aditha said gently, uncharacteristically of him. “And that is why I asked you what you think of her.”

“Anna..” Arulmozhi falters, but seeing the encouraging expression on Aditha’s face, continues. “When I first saw Vanathi, I was captivated by her gentleness and the kindness in her eyes. Her calmness, her skills, she was talked about a lot by Akka, Patti, and even Amma, who has never actually tried to make me do anything, instead allowing me to make my own choices. But Amma was actually firm about Vanathi being my bride, and it confused me. Added with that, the rumours fueling about Periya Velar Mama wanting Vanathi on the throne…”

“Mozhi,” Aditha ached, understanding what he had said, wrapping an arm around his younger brother. “My little brother, listen to me. When I fell in love with Nandini, she consumed my Soul, and she still does. Without her, I am unsure if I can be a King. She is my Queen. I would have refused a marriage, for next to me, I can only seat Nandini, for that is how my heart sees it. It is up to you how you view your future Queen.”

Arulmozhi sighed heavily.

“Anna, when I saw her for the first time, she imprinted herself in me. Though I tried, I could simply not forget her. She lived in me through every attempt I had trying to forget her… in Nature too, it is her I see.. But what if she wants the throne? Would it not be better to distance myself?”

Aditha’s heart tore at the uncertainty his Mozhi felt about love. This was definitely taken from what had happened in his life, and now, he wished he had been there earlier to explain the joys of love to Arulmozhi.

“Thambi, listen to me carefully. Irrespective of what happened between Nandini and I, the time she and I were together was the happiest of my life. She ground me to the Earth, brought stability to a reckless Prince. But her loss triggered much worse, and that is why I am this way. I understand that this is what makes you afraid, but I also know you are caught in the balance of love and duty. Unmaiyana kaadhal un vazhiyai maraikkadhu, adharku thunivaiyum theermanathaiyum tharum (True love will not block your way, instead, it will give you the courage and determination to follow it). Think of Vanathi as a person, based on what you know. Talk to her, thambi, and see what is in her heart. The heart of a person cannot lie, and that is why, despite the betrayal and anger, I will never stop loving Nandini.”

“Anna, Vanathi oru paarvaiyale ennai pidithuvittal. Avalum naanum, idhu varaiyum, oruvar oruvarai paarvaiyaale mattum pesi kondirukkirom (Anna, Vanathi captures me with one single glance. She and I have so far only communicated with silent glances). I know I need to talk to her, Anna. I do. But I also feel that she has given me a glimpse of her tender heart through her eyes, and I am reeling from all the emotions that I missed.”

Aditha nodded, and said, “I thought so, considering the fact that you kept stealing glances at her, despite ignoring her half the time too.”

At this, Arulmozhi looked so chastened and sad that Aditha didn’t have the heart to lecture his brother on something he seemed to have known.

“What should I do, Anna?”

Aditha smiled, starting to tell Arulmozhi his thoughts, and allowing his brother to modify it based on what the latter knew of Vanathi.

*****

“What is taking them so long?” Kundavai was now pacing, causing Aditha to smile in amusement at her similarities to their younger brother.

“Kundavai, have patience, something you are known for,” he responded dryly, laughing at the glare she gave him. “They have to talk things through, so give them the time they need.”

“I will Anna… I am just excited and hopeful, but also worried,” she said, sitting down next to him once he patted the seat.

“It will be a positive result, I know it,” he smiled knowingly, and Kundavai looked at him curiously, about to lay down a list of questions at his feet, when the sounds of two sets of feet reached his ears.

“They are coming, sister,” he said, looking to the chamber’s entrance, heart leaping at the pure happiness on his brother’s face, an expression mirrored on Vanathi’s.

Kundavai walked towards Vanathi, having read the answers on her uyir thozhi’s face, and hugged her tightly, a hug that was returned fervently. As the two friends celebrated a fond wish come true, Arulmozhi walked towards Aditha, relaxed and content.

“Thambi?”

“Thank you, Anna. I now know what Vanathi means to me and what I mean to her,” he hugged Aditha, the latter embracing Arulmozhi tightly, glad to see the glow on the faces of both his brother and Vanathi.

Now to keep his internal promise to Nandini!

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Did I just sort of write NanDitha parallels with VanMozhi? Yes, yes I did.

Will I keep doing it? Yes, I probably will.

Did I purposely skip the VanMozhi? Yes, but if enough of you want, I can write it :p

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[girlwithwolftatoo]

I have to go to this ballroom event and I was Just thinking about the reader and the moonboys having to go together and the moonboys see them in their poofy blue dress and cannot fathom how good the reader looks and they can't keep their hands off the reader.

I got my blue dress on tonight... (Sorry xD)

Okay, prompt I had in mind while writting this: the event you must attend is a high school reunion that you might find a little unnerving.

Marc Spector:

Accepts to go with you though he's not fond of parties. You asked him directly and he saw in your eyes the word "help" printed in them.

He doesn't ask you if there's an etiquete for the party and shows up in something half formal half casual. But when he meets you at the front door... oh my gods, you look so beautiful he feels like a pauper next to you.

Like you'd care, in your opinion he looks astounding even in his whities only.

Makes a big effort to keep himself away from alcohol. He just doesn't trust himself enough with self-control around it, and besides, his goal is to protect you.

Doesn't chat a lot with your ex colleages, he's not sure what to answer when they ask for his living. Despite that, his mysterious form and dashing appearence makes him the juicy gossip of the night.

"(Y/N), how did you get him?" asks someone who used to be a little acid towards you in school. You stare at Marc for a seconds and then smile. "I guess it was a lucky moon night".

Jake Lockley:

Of course he's going with you, and he's ready to throw a real pandemonium on your ex colleages' behalf because why not.

Dresses perfectly to match you, and of course you take the limo to the ballroom, making you the main star when you both arrive.

Jake's personality is a curious thing, either gets people revolve around him for he's magnetic and charming, or some others rather keep distance for they perceive something "dangerous" in him.

Not afraid to say out loud what he does for a living. "I drive and I punish thugs" (oh great, now everyone thinks he's a mafia member).

Dances along with you at any chance. This man loves music and anything, from a calmed waltz to a jolly and wild shake can be tamed by his sick moves.

Brings you refreshers and drinks, kisses your hand with devotional glares, talks to everyone about the wonderful and perfect little angel you are in his eyes... In a whole, he's your perfect charming bandit.

Steven Grant:

A party? With you? You want to go to a party with him? Like, you two? (He's surprised you want to do something with him -something that important, I mean).

Struggles a lot finding nice clothes, he doesn't want to look like a joke and make you feel embarrased for chosen him (poor boi self-steem is a hard deal), even buys a new jacket and tries to make it work. He looks fine, tho.

Panics inside but keeps a friendly smile outside. Grasps to your hand like his safeboat, and cannot stop wooing you for how you look tonight.

"I mean, you're always gorgeous, y'know, that dress looks astounding on you, it's so amazing, like straight from a fairy tale"

He's the one who remains silent during a group conversation, but if he's encouraged to talk, he'll share his thoughts with complete sincerity.

You better don't catch someone trying to make fun of him, or you'll jump to their throats and slit it, figuratively. "If Steven is too weirdo for you guys, them I am as weirdo as him and we're not welcome here"

You take him to the dancefloor, thought both are a little nervous. Finally, you feel so confident and happy together that you end up dancing, your head on his shoulder as he whispers how blessed he feels for having you.

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[shinyrhinestones]

Young Hearts.

Chapter 1.

Summary: Elle and her colleague have a crush on each other, but both of them are insecure if the other is even interested in women. How long does it take before the feelings start bubbling over?

Even though this is written from first perspective, it’s still X Reader.

Pairing: Elle Greenaway x Fem!reader.

Genre: Fluff and very little angst. Slowburn.

Category: Mini-series.

Warnings: none (i think)

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At first I thought Elle would be mean, rude and cold when I first started my new job at the BAU. But that was just her tough side, she put on when she was facing unsubs or people who were absolute scumbags.

I've only been on the job for a few weeks, but I could already tell she wasn't really mean. She was good at collaboration, when we were on a case. She wasn't difficult to talk with, and seemed clever. She was also very attractive. Her facial features could be soft and piercing at the same time. Her long dark hair framed her face perfectly. It was even curly sometimes. I don’t know if she curled it or if it was natural, and she was just ashamed of it, so she had decided to straighten it sometimes.

And she was also really confident in herself. I could tell by the way she wasn't afraid of eye contact and her ability to talk easily with others, even if she barely knew them. She didn't really stutter either.

During those few weeks, that I've known her, we've only really talked together when working on a case. I also had some fun playing cards with the team, whenever we were on our way home after a case. I would sit on the plane ride home, laughing and interacting with my new colleagues. They were all friendly and kind. They never came with mean remarks, or give cold looks, but I was still just warming up to them. Well, Hotch, your boss, was pretty much the only one who didn't smile much along with Gideon. But I knew that didn't have anything to do with me. Years of working with cold hearted people, some ended bad, some ended good and some were kinda a mix, could need a person who could distance themselves.

But I did get along well with Elle, since we were both quite new to the team. It was nice to know that I wasn't the only one, who didn't feel 100% included or comfortable yet.

I had been so excited about starting at the BAU working for the FBI. So I was going to try everything I could to be friends or neutral with my collegueas. There was the tech analyst, Penelope Garcia, who was colorful, bright and cheerful. JJ was a liason, who dressed quite casual and seemed kind and relaxed. Derek Morgan, a guy who was flirty, athletic and smooth. Spencer Reid who was awkward and a certified genius and had so much knowlegde, that everyone who met him briefly was absolutely shocked. Aaron Hotchner, my boss, who always had a stoic face and acted calm. Jason Gideon who also seemed calm, and closed off.

Then theres Elle Greenaway. Elle who had been promoted from sex crimes to the BAU. Based on what I knew about her until now is that she's: Strong-willed, brave, smart and friendly. She was also really beautiful.

I might've accidentaly looked at her for too long sometimes, when doing paperwork. Or when I'm on the plane. In the briefing room. Okay, well that does sound a little creepy, but it wasn't meant like that. She was just so captivating. And interesting. It was like she's drawing me in like a spider waiting for someone to fall into their web. Without even noticing. Without being aware and responsible. She wasn't actually meaning to draw me in. Her sweetness also showed itself sometimes. She would offer help, and gladly do it if she was asked. She could also be thoughtful. But pretty much everyone on this team were thoughtful.

It was clear to anyone that this team, was a good one. Good teamwork, respect and cooperation. And I would love to be fully apart of it. To them I already am, but I still have to be fully comfortable before I can let myself be free around them.

When we're back at the bullpen it's normally very relaxed. We joke around and talk. Of course, we do work too, but being friends and working together, always makes atleast one joke slip. During the time I've been here, I've learned that Derek and Penelope are the ones who make the most jokes. I've also noticed that Spencer is the one who most of time doesn't get them. Elle just smirks at it all. JJ would normally shake her head, and I would just observe.

Today had been steady. No case had come up, and everyone seemed relaxed. I was sitting by my own desk, doing my work. That's what I'd been doing the whole day. Just sitting, reading and writing. I'd gone to the restroom, and when I came back, there was a note on my table. A note who had a cute little poem on it. A compliment. Must've been a love letter. Or love note. It sure looked like it. The handwriting was so pretty and clear. Now, I don't know who it belonged to, but I wish I did. I mean, It's really cute that someone left this on my desk, but I wish I knew who left it there so I knew if I should be charmed by it or not. But either way, my heart still quickened as i read it, and my lips turned upward regardless my resistance. I'm pretty sure my cheeks had colored themselves red, but I couldn't see it. I started turning around in my chair on wheels, while reading the note over again. Was it really for me? I looked up at the people around, calming myself down and trying to maybe catch the culprit. I sat down the note, and stopped the smile that had formed before. I didn't want to get interviewed. But it was too late, I reckon. "What is it?" Spencer who was sitting across Elle asked me. My seat was next to Elle. I looked up, with wide eyes while saying: "What?"

"You were smiling at something" He stated, nodding to your desk even though he couldnt see it, because of the little wall between your desks. "Oh.." I sighed. I really tried coming up with an ecxuse, but honestly why would I be smiling at a case file?

Elle’s head whipped around to look at me. She had been minding her own business, but when she heard no further reply it got her thinking. She was toying with one of her pens. I could feel her eyes on me, while I was still looking forward at Spencer, who clearly was very curious.

"It's a note" I couldn't hide the small smirk that crept onto my face. I folded the note and put it in the back pocket of my pants. I shook my hair out of my face, trying to get going again, but Spencer wanted more information. Elle just turned her head back to her own work. I was unable to see her face, her long dark hair had been in the way. I was staring at her figure for a few seconds, while Spencer was asking his question. Honestly, I wasn't listening to him. Elle's hair was big today and it was so pretty. I felt myself breathe out a small sigh, my eyes probably smiling in her direction. My hands were playing with each other, while I looked down at her hands. There was something really elegant about them. Maybe it was just the rings she wore. But either way they were pretty.

"From who" Spencer said, eyebrows furrowed. He tried looking over the wall, to see but honestly it was hopeless. He wasn't going to get anything out of it, but worth a shot. It was cute.

I giggled lightly, and took it out of my pocket to hold it up infront of him. "It doesn't say. But it's talking very nicely of me" I smiled at him, and put it down again. Spencer just pouted probably thinking of something, while looking to the side of me, before going back to his own work. Elle had been ignoring it. She didn't ask any further questions or look over, which means she was probably respecting me and my privacy.

The note had words of only love written on it. Compliments and sweet words, that could mean alot to a person. Make someone feel special. I honestly couldn't stop thinking about it, even though i had pushed it aside for now. Who thought of me like that? If it was even meant for me. Its not like my name was on it. It could've been a mistake, right? However, the compliments in the letter did have descriptions of things of my physical appearance. My cheeks heated up, as I started to feel warmer inside. Of course, I was smiling, who wouldn't?

All day at work, I had been thinking and thinking about who might've left that note at my desk. Knowing someone was interested in me, was just the best feeling in the world. When someone makes you feel loved it's the best thing in the world. Feeling loved and worthy. So yes, I wanted to know who had these feelings for me. But I just couldn't find out. I didn't notice anyone staring at me unusually or weirdly. But hopefully, this wasn't just a prank or a joke. Getting my hopes up like that would be mean. And it’s not funny, when someone plays someone else like that.

But no case came in, so it was just a calm and nice day at the office. And that’s fine too. Working at the bullpen was probably my favorite days. Yes, I enjoy the days where we get a case and have to work hard and do a good effort. That’s exciting too. But both of these situations have things I like and dislike.

The bullpen was warm and the lights had been turned on as the sun was starting to go down. Curtains had been rolled down in other people’s officers, But in the bullpen you could see out the windows and watch the stars shine down brightly on earth. I could hear the typing on keyboards, pens dropping, paper and files being moved around, chairs rolling around, low sound of chatting and coffee machines. It was all comforting. The nice feeling of no hectic work day, but just enjoying silent work. I like sitting down reading and writing. Of course, there could be more enjoyable things to read and write about, since these things weren’t that nice. But I like to see the good things and think about how someone has to do this job.

And I like my collleagues. Which, is a good thing when working with profiling murders, bombers, arsonists, kidnappers or whoever comitted wild crimes.

Aaron Hotchner was still in his office, which wasn’t a surprise. By the time I’ve worked here I noticed how big of a workaholic Hotchner is. Spencer Reid had finished up, and left the workplace. JJ was still in her office aswell, as I sat next to Elle still. Derek Morgan wasn’t in the bullpen currently, but his things were still at his desk.

I sat there figdeting with the note feeling the dry texture of paper, frowning slightly. My hair behold my ears, as I had my arms resting on my desk. Elle turned in her chair, hearing the wheels on her chair rolling against the hard floor. I looked up infront of me, when I felt lingering eyes on me. Elle sat infront if me, her chocolate brown eyes studying me carefully, but curiously. “What?” I asked the brunette before me. She smiled a little at my acknowlegdment. “What are you doing?” She wondered, and leaned on her elbows with a black pen in between her fingers. She bit down on her bottom lip, letting it fall from her teeths grips, right when I answered. “I’m just..wondering who my secret admirer is.” I hesitated, looking around the bullpen a little, before my attention fell on her again. She let the pen fall from her fingers, looking down on her table. Her eyebrows were raised a little, as her lips turned downwards a little. “Yeah, you got a note earlier?” She said, almost like a question. Like she needed reassurance that it infact was a love note. Her voice turned down it’s volume, and became almost inaudible.

“Yes, I did” I replied, biting my own lips to not smile too much. I nodded, when I replied, with hot cheeks. When I answered I looked up at the ceiling like I was dreaming. I tried holding in a giggle, but it might’ve slipped just a little bit. Elle looked off to the side, before she shuffled in her black seat. Even though, when these nights came they were comforting I didn’t like the weird energy flowing between me and Elle. The bullpen grew quiet again, no loud sounds from anyone or anything. I put down the sticky note, and stuck it to my desk letting it lay there. Then right when I did that Derek walked in, and sat on the edge of Spencer’s desk. “Ladies, what do you say to a weekend in a beach house, with me, Garcia, JJ and Reid” His eyes shined with expectation and excitement. “Ooh, that sounds interesting. When?” I asked, grabbing the armrests on my chair. “From July 14th” He held a warm cup of coffee in his hand, that he took a sip from after his response. “Hold on” I looked through all of the things on my desk until I found my calender. I let my soft hands turn the pages until I found: ‘July 2006’

I wrote down my new plans as I answered Derek: “I don’t have any plans, I’ll go”

“What about you, Elle?” Right when he let that out and turned his head towards Elle, she widened her eyes, and froze. An unsteady sigh left her lips, as her eyes went back to normal. She looked between me and Derek before answering. I don’t know, why Elle was so take aback by such a simple invitation. Perhaps, she just wasn’t used to being with any of us outside of work. But she stuttered out a reply: “Uhm..I’ll find out if I can” She smiled just a little, before turning herself back to working.

Elle and I didn’t talk for the rest of the night exept for a: “Goodbye”

But it didn’t seem like Elle wanted to talk for the rest of the night. Maybe, I was too oblivious to the fact that Elle seemed unamused by the love-note I had recieved. And also so unamused by my reaction aswell. But one thing I know for sure is now I can look forward to a getaway at a beach house. It’s a good oppurtinity to learn more about my new coworkers and to get closer to them. I don’t know about any of the others, but to me it’s quite intimate to share a house. I know this could be either really awkward or one of the funniest experiences in my life. 50-50…right?

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[trillscienceofficer]

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Answered here :)

🌿how does creating make you feel?

Ouf, complex question. I've tried not writing at various points in my life, thinking that it was childish, what's the point anyway and it's not as if anything I make is particularly good or relevant... but despite these rationalizations not writing always made life tangibly worse for me. I used to fill notebooks with stories as a teenager, I left word documents full of half-written fic in all the computers I've ever put my hands on, it's just something I do. That said though... putting something on paper is usually a distressing emotional roller-coaster for me. I know this sounds fucking overdramatic for someone who writes silly Star Trek romance fic but it's just the way it is! I oscillate between almost 'manic' episodes of elation to depths of despair previously not known to man, and the difference between them can simply be 'reading an opinion that disagrees on the approach I've taken in the story I'm currently writing'. I love talking to other writers (it's what made me start posting fic publicly in the first place, I want to talk to people with whom I share interests and sensibilities) but if I have the wrong conversation at the wrong time it can make me stop writing for literal months. I probably should work on that and make writing less of a sensitive topic because this is definitely a me problem lol, but I'm also not exactly sure how to put more emotional distance between me and the act of making up a story with characters I love. Something I'm definitely thinking about, nonetheless!

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

I care about these characters so much and the amount of thought I put into them and the relationships between them shows in what I write.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

Characters for sure, they always come first for me. I care about grammar as well, though this is a complicated subject (how exactly I am proficient in English is a question I'm very afraid to ask, even to my beta readers when I have them). I'm not a big plot person, but I always try to have a central 'conflict' in every story I write, something that helps bring out the differences and similarities between the characters involved. Figurative language is admittedly not among my main concerns, and lately I feel like I should concentrate more on prose, I realize my writing can be too dry sometimes. Worldbuilding is complicated for me... I feel like anything I make up ends up sounding silly, so in general I try to keep things close to canon, or at least close to interpretations of canon that can be recognized.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

This question kills me because I'm writing the assignment for an exchange right now and I can't really share anything that would make the fic recognizable! But I definitely AM excited about it, as well as a little apprehensive because it's for a fandom and characters I haven't written about before. Stay tuned ;)

fic writer asks

#askbox #nebulouscoffee #thank you so much these were really interesting questions!! #ask meme

[shiningwonderland]

Camus (All Star) Memorial

Translator: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

Memorial 10 - Valentine's Day

“I appreciate the invitation, but…”

The female talents collectively expressed their disappointment when I turned down their invitation.

“Eeeh! Why not?”

“It’s a wonderful restaurant! The menus are even different today, won’t you come for just a little bit?”

“I apologize. I do sincerely appreciate the invitation. Please forgive me.”

I bow my head, and the complaints tone down a bit, but then they begin to talk about doing this another time.

I continued to placate them with a few more reasonable remarks, and then excused myself from the situation. 

…How annoying.

Why do these fools insist on flocking together like this?

I especially have no time to entertain them.

Particularly… today of all days.

It is February 14th.

Normally, I might have been tempted to enjoy the abundance of chocolates coming in from all over the place, but I simply couldn't this year.

I had tried several times to communicate with Her Majesty since her possession of Haruka's body, but she never answered.

I can only imagine how she must be feeling.

The marriage announcement occurred just as she had resigned herself to living the rest of her life alone, supported only by watching over Saotome from afar.

The thought alone was enough to make my heart bleed.

With the acquisition of a memento belonging to Saotome last summer, Her Majesty fell into a terrible depression for some time.

She did not respond to my calls until after the new year, where she began to speak to me as she had before.

And even then, Her Majesty’s voice sounded weak.

“...Camus. Saotome wrote in the letter you'd gotten for me about how happy he was that I'd given him a nickname.”

“Your Majesty, You…”

“It is true. It was completely intentional on my part, but for those unfamiliar with our customs, it is a sign of "friendship" at best.”

“....”

“I remember there being an event known as "Valentine's Day" every February in Japan. Is it permissible to gift an idol with a present conveying one's love?”

“I'm afraid no merchandise items are allowed, but fan letters and the like would be fine.”

“I see. Then I will send a card to Saotome. Anonymously, of course, and as a fan. Be sure to deliver it properly.”

“Of course. As you wish.”

“Heh. Now Saotome will be the one to read my letter. Camus. Although we cannot see each other, this truly makes me happy…”

Her Majesty, unaccustomed in her position to restrain her emotions, laughed heartily.

… She is a great woman.

Then, suddenly, she was to marry, and to Aijima of all people. 

This was no twist of fate.

But she would never abandon her country…

I am ready to obey any and all orders, but I cannot leave things as they are if it is not what Her Majesty truly desires.

“I must do something….”

As I turned the corner into the studio hallway, I stopped.

His appearance stood out even from a distance. 

It's Her Majesty's betrothed.

“...Aijima. Any new developments?”

“No… There is one thing though that bothers me. Not enough people oppose this marriage.”

Aijima expressed this earnestly.

“What do you mean?”

“The queen is a foreigner who does not believe in the Muse. Many would normally be against this. I am especially concerned that… My uncle and cousins are in favor of this marriage.”

“The very same people who once exiled you.”

“Yes. It is strange that they are in support of a marriage that would serve to make me stronger.”

“Hmph. People like them, if left unchecked, are likely to cause trouble. They should have been dealt with earlier.”

“There is no evidence that they were the ones to curse me. I cannot punish them solely on my testimony.”

Aijima stiffly shook his head.

“If they cannot be punished in public, they can certainly be handled from behind the scenes. You surely have a servant or two who would do anything for the sake of their lord.”

“Non! That is not how a prince should act.”

“Sounds like you’re still a child. If I were you, I would have taken care of it by now. .... If I had that kind of power.”

As Aijima was about to retort, a staff member called out to him from across the hallway.

“Keep me informed as soon as you find out anything. I'll do the same.”

…It’s irritating. 

I was too hard on Aijima to be of any help.

I know better than most how your position makes certain things impossible.

I paused for a moment as my gaze landed on a figure emerging from the corner of the hallway.

I thought about just passing by him, but he waved at me.

“Hi again, how goes it, Myu-chan?”

…Looks like I’m going to be running into everyone today. Now, I’m stuck with Kotobuki.

He’s still wearing that strained smile of his.

And why is he carrying so many things?

The wrapping paper peeking out of one of the paper bags is probably some kind of chocolate, but...

“Oh, this? You surprised? I normally don't accept such gifts. But it was someone's birthday on the job site today, so I got all kinds of goodies.”

He went on and on, despite me not asking him anything, and picked up the topmost bundle.

“These are brownies the director made. He's an old man, but an odd one~ They're homemade.”

“...That doesn’t matter to me.”

“Is that right? I was actually thinking of sharing. How about it?”

He held out a very extravagantly wrapped gift.

He then drew it back toward himself before I could even say no.

“Just kidding!”

“Cut it out, Kotobuki.”

I seriously wasn't interested in taking anything from him, but was offended he'd play around with me like that. 

No matter how hard I glared at him, Kotobuki didn't seem to be fazed at all.

“I’m not giving you anything. I’m sure Kouhai-chan has something for you though. Anyways~”

“Who…”

“Come on, I wouldn't do anything stupid like letting you eat something before getting to your girlfriend's homemade chocolates. Obviously, you're going to get some since you guys are together.”

“I…”

“Then I’ll see you around Bye-bye!”

Not even giving me a chance to speak, Kotobuki waved his hand in the air again and stomped off.

“Still the same as ever. A man who knows no bounds…”

He appeared to still be buying into the lie that I was in a relationship, but wondered how much of it was sincere.

Well, now that the truth is out, there's nothing to be troubled about… I suppose.

“Haruka..”

Thanks to Kotobuki, I now picture the face of someone I really didn't want to think about right now. 

That woman seemed to be frightened of me since the incident, which was only natural considering the circumstance.

She spoke to me this morning too, as if trying to figure out I was in a good mood today.

“Camus-senpai, um, what are your plans for today…”

“To work. You should know this.”

“Well, are you available for dinner? Today’s Va-”

“I’ll be eating out. I will be home late. Make sure to lock up and get some sleep.”

“A-Alright…”

I remember the look in her eyes, like she was trying to tell me something else, and I felt strangely uneasy about how I treated her.

“Maybe… we've been together too long after all.”

Have I grown fond of her while we were living together?

Me? That's impossible. 

Yet, I must confess that I have softened in the presence of the easy-going people in this country.

Perhaps Her Majesty was right to say I had become too "comfortable" here.

Of course... She’s always right. I was never supposed to have any personal feelings about anything to begin with. 

I was born to serve the Queen, but on that day in my childhood, moved by Her Majesty's loneliness and resolve, I vowed to serve her of my own free will.

I was supposed to be determined to rejoice for Her Majesty and grieve for Her Majesty alone.

I stop in my tracks and confirm.

It’s all right.

The eternity I swore so long ago is still within me.

It’s just…

I had no idea what to say when I got home and have to face that woman again.

It was around 3 a.m. when I returned after working on a late-night radio.

“She must be asleep at this hour…”

I found myself letting out a sigh of relief. I'm relieved? For what?

I opened the door and climbed the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible.

“What’s this? She left the lights on.”

I was surprised upon stepping into the living room.

I had expected to find it empty, but there was a figure on the sofa. 

Of course, there was only one person it could be.

“Haruka…”

She was lying down, exhausted, her eyes closed. 

Alexander was curled up by her feet.

“...Hey.”

I received no reply. I approached and heard her sleeping.

“So she’s out…”

I let out a small breath. 

She showed no sign of waking up. 

This woman always forgot to eat or sleep when she became engrossed in something. 

She must have been busy composing until the last second.

…This is utterly distressing. I don't know how she was able to live alone.

“She’s small…”

I bend down, reach out and stroke her head just once.

“...Hm…”

Haruka made a faint noise, and I immediately withdrew my hand, but I soon began to hear her breathing in her sleep again. 

I reached out once more and the tips of my fingers brushed against her cheek and, for a moment, her lips. 

…She’s cold.

Because she’s sleeping here.

Unlike me, she's vulnerable to the cold. 

I looked up and noticed something on the table.

“Is that…”

There was a plate of chocolate cake.

A handwritten card from Haruka accompanied it.

‘Camus-senpai, feel free to enjoy some if you’d like.’

I looked at both the card and the cake in silence for a while.

The cake was elaborately decorated and layered in butter cream, it must have taken a great deal of time and effort to make. 

I'm also assuming the sugar candy doll in the center, with its squinty eyes and holding a cello, is supposed to be me...?

“...Unbelievable.”

I let out a small sigh and addressed her sleeping figure.

“This is not the time for you to be doing this. Do you understand?”

What on earth is this woman thinking?

‘Easygoing’ is not the word I would use to describe her.

It should be unthinkable for her to be so open with me, considering the circumstances that brought her to this tower.... 

Her heart is too pure.

She has probably lived a happy and peaceful life, never having suffered from deceit before. 

This is why she trusts me so easily. Why she smiles at me.

Despite being scared of me, she still sticks around.

“You’re like… fresh snow.”

A white snow which should never be trampled on.

“...Alexander.”

“Arf?”

My dog opens his eyes and looks up at me curiously.

“Put a blanket on Haruka.”

Alexander looked like he wanted to say something for a moment.

He, however, ran to Haruka's room and came back dragging a blanket in his mouth. 

It was difficult for him to put it on her, and with him taking a while, I decided to help him a little.

“...Ruff?”

“I never came back today… Got it?”

I told him this as I stroked his white fur, and Alexander leaned his head slightly and curled up next to the sofa again.

“....”

I glanced at the cake.

I realized she had used candy canes in the decorations, something I'd recently said I liked. 

But...

I don't feel deserving of eating this. 

It was my fault for dragging her into this. 

If I forgot about it, I could give up and have some with someone at the agency.

"... I must convince Her Majesty at all costs."

There were snowflakes fluttering outside the window. 

It would be much colder back in my homeland. 

If Haruka were to come to the Silk Palace...

I wonder if it would get a little warmer.

“...I’m thinking a lot of nonsense today.”

I shrugged my shoulders and quietly headed to the bedroom to collect my belongings.

#utapri #all star #all star camus #camus utapri #camus memorial

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 16

I saw the title and was like "oh god…"

Trivia: It's called Arachnophobia, calling it a fear. But it's actually most associated with disgust. It's the same for me. I'm not afraid of them. I am repulsed by them.

"It’s not the sight of a spider that gets me, not the legs or the eyes" - Nope, that already does is for me. In RL that is. I stagger backwards, my whole body screaming at me to get as much distance as I possibly can between that thing and me.

"It’s the presence of a spider. The knowledge of its being, somewhere near, waiting to crawl on you" - Yes, also this… It's one of the worst things, discovering a spider in my house and then lose sight of it. I usually avoid that room or area for the next hours then.

"and all the warning you get that gentle tickle of its legs as it climbs upon you." - PLS have mercy! T.T I hate this! I had a huuuge spider crawl up my leg when I was a young teen and at first I didn't bother to look when I felt it tickling but then it would stop and I looked and I fell of my chair, losing the spider and I was so scared to sleep in my room that night. I sleep with a night light since I was… 10 I think? So I can see the spiders at night… I'm fucking 31 years old! In our house all beds are positioned under roof slopes and somehow they always sit on that slope directly over the bed. Worst of it all, I once awoke, lying on my stomach, looking over my shoulder to see if my cat is there and I shit you not, there was a spider sitting on my should watching me sleep! It even bit me when I brushed it off (Not that surprising considering that I "attacked" it). I had night terrors for a week, waking up multiple times a night, panicking… I often dream about spiders jumping at me, grabbing me so firmly that they can't be shaken off…

I have a suspicion that the Hunt, the real Hunt not a normal cat, is actually effective against the Web. I first thought about this, when friends told me their Husky slurped a huge spider from the wall while casually walking by. I will get more into this at MAG 56: Children of The Night.

"Our building had acquired something of an infestation of some sort of insect I didn’t recognise – small, silvery worms, almost like maggots, but slightly longer – and I assume that they provided a good meal for the eight-legged little monsters." - OMG how this I miss this on all my relistens! And yes, we know from MAG 46, that the spiders eat the worms: "I think I saw some of the larger specimens actually eating the remains of the worms."

It's interesting how often the "mandibles" of this spider are mentioned. Spiders don't actually have mandibles. They have something that's called… chelicerae <.<

"There, sat upon it, black against the glowing background, was a spider." - This reminds me… When I watched Johnny English (haha, very fitting) in theater back in 2003… the entirety of the movie, a fat huge spider sat on the screen. My mum asked me how the movie was when she picked me up and I was "Terrifying, there was a spider on the screen the whole time."

"at that point it felt almost involuntary, as though some something were lifting me, hoisting me to my feet by unseen strings. " <.<

"Can you be haunted by the ghost of a spider that destroyed your childhood?" - Gosh, that line hit so close now. I love the foreshadowing in this episode.

Post statement was the moment (I even heard of a few others feeling the same way when they reached this episode) to fully snap at Jon. Like how ignorant do you have to be to think that a body would become completely encased in web after a week! I even angrily messaged my sister, who recommended TMA to me, why this stupid idiot even works at the Magnus Institute, if he doesn't believe even half of the tape statements (she just told me to keep listening, and if I wanted to hear Jon actually believing someone, I should briefly skip forward to MAG 22. And of course, MAG 22 was the episode that finally fully reeled me in and didn't let go of me again). Now, of course, I know that this statement makes so much sense for Jon to pull out his biggest denial mask…

A hard statement for all spider deniers indeed

#a mag a day #the magnus archives #tma #episode asks #mod ashes #tma spoilers #mag 16

[ssreeder]

Hi sreedy! I finished your little happy chappy yesterday, and I have opinions that want to be expressed.

Firstly, a polite message from past me, yesterday night, who just finished the chapter:

BA SING FUCKING SE?????? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! UNBELIEVABLE! OUTRAGEOUS! INSANE! THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! YOU ARE GONNA DRUG HIM AGAIN? "wHaT wOuLd mAkE hIm bEg" bitch don't you even try. I will feed your kneecaps to my fucking dog in front of you. Glad to hear they're all gonNA BE IN THE SAME FUCKING CITY THOUGH! SOME REAL COMFORT THERE! AND CAN JET JUST PISS OFF FOR ONE GOD DAMN MINUTE!? I hope the guilt eats him from inside out.

Now let's continue with a... less emotional message from future me, who has slept a night over it and calmed down a little:

Okay, hi again, sorry for past me's yelling but in their defense you did kind of deserve it. The pillow was not okay.

I don't like this Jet much and every time I remember he wrote that letter anger fills me and I just want to yell at him, take a deep breath, pinch my nose and sit him down amd give him a very sarcastic lecture. (I heavily support any more dirt on this guy and that comment about the Kyoshi face paint making his eyebrows pop is definetly my Highlight of the week)

Ba Sing Se? Seriously Sreedy, I don't know whether I love or hate that. Like: fuck yes! It's excruciating! But also: fuck no! it's excruciating! Good chances that Azula finds him first though.

I am still very mad that they have liquid bending suppressants now because that means Zuko will be afraid of needles and we don't know what this thing does yet.

Jet is such a little bitch I hate it but I love him. You really do all the characters so well I could talk about this for days.

Suki? SUKII!!! I love her but hun, you can't fix him. I admire your confidence, but there is a lot more going on with him than you think. *Insert that one Nick Nelson scene on the beach with his Mom*

Anyways, Glad to hear that Quon is not as bad as Zhao was. He just thinks Zuko is challenging and interesting instead of feeling like jerking off after being done with him. Quon emotionally distances himself from his prisoner, I like that in a man /j. No but seriously, I'm very glad Quon doesn't hurt him entirely for his personal satisfaction.

Maybe I'll slide into your askbox and drop a few more opinions in the next weeks (probably), but until then:

Ly, still no kneecaps for you, take care of yourself and hydrate, take as many breaks as you need and please for the love of god do not kill Shen.

*Quon & I both rocking no kneecaps and feeling better than ever*

Haha… Jet is officially the main character of LIAB because I think more people comment about him than any other character. & his eyebrows are always popping. ;)

Didn’t you hear the news? Ba sing se is where the party’s at. Everyone’s invited.

I don’t know if Suki wants to fix Sokka, which is nice, I think she just wants to support him and make sure he is alright. But Sokka is being sketch right now so good luck girl…

I think Quon would rather just execute Zuko and be done with it but he has to play the game. Luckily the game isn’t with Zuko he is merely a pawn, so Quon won’t be emotionally invested in any sick torture or anything because he doesn’t really care haha.

I hope to see you in my askbox at least I know I can hunt you down on discord to get my kneecaps back eventually.

#you inspired a scene next chapter #I’ll give you a shout in the authors notes #haha you always yell at me so I couldn’t help it #no no no don’t worry it’s not killing Shen #but no promises #Shen is looking pretty easy to kill right about now #;) #:D #this is what you get for interacting with me #ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!?! :):):):):):)))) #liab #itf #ask #zukosmissingkidney

[brokenwiingss]

Task: 001

001. what is your full name?

Sasha Romero

002. what is your parents names? (what was their occupation?)

My dad's name is Marcelo Romero. He was construction worker. My mother? Don't know, don't care.

003. do you have any allergies, diseases or other physical weaknesses?

Nope, im as healthy as a horse

004. write a full physical description of yourself. you might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

Im about 5'5 and 125 pounds. I'm half Mexican, half Irish. I've got dark brown hair and eyes. My style would be cute casual i guess? I have one minimalist tattoo on my ribs of two hands holding onto each other. It represents my dad and i.

005. to which social class did you belong in before the outbreak?

working class

006. are you right- or left-handed?

right

007. what does your voice sound like?

Uh not sure how i would decribe it.

008. what words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

I use fuck a lot. babe here and there too. Oh and stop being a little bitch and grow a pair.

009. what was your first kiss like and with who?

not good, and someone from my sophomore year of high school.

010. do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? are you in love right now?

I did until i got screwed over. I am not in love, dont think i will be anytime soon.

011. how do you feel about marriage?

Was against it at first, then met someone who changed my mind and now im not sure.

012. who are / is your best friend? what do you like about them?

Maverick is my best friend. He's open, honest and hilarious. @collapseqz

013. when was the last time you were hurt? who did it?

A few months ago when i got shot in the leg but a fucking idiot of a soldier. Unless we are talking about heart break, dont even get me started.

014. talk about one person you've met recently and what did you think of them?

I met a woman named Thalia. She's gorgeous and knows how to have fun.

015. would you say that you're more of a leader or a follower?

hmmm it depends on the situation i guess.

016. when was the moment you really realized that the outbreak wasn't going away? that your life was completely changed? if you were a kid, when do you think you realized you grew up?

When more and more people got infected, i knew it wasn't ending any time soon. My life changed when i had to leave home without a choice so i could survive. When i had to start taking care of myself more.

017. what's your weapon of choice?

A gun, its good to keep a distance between you and whoever you're up against.

018. what do you look for in a partner? or describe what your dream partner would be like? what do they look like? what color is their hair? how tall are they? what's their attitude like? be descriptive.

Why do questions about my love life keep coming up? I guess my dream partner would be someone whose funny, easy to get along with. Genuine and kind, someone who knows what they want. Looks? They'd be tall with a great body. i dont really care about hair color but if i had to choose, dark hair. I'd like someone taller than me. Taller than 5'8 is preferred. And their attitude, positive, calm. Kind of the opposite of me because im already a lot.

019. what are you afraid of? tangible and unavoidable? (tangible: spiders, ghosts, snakes / unavoidable: aging, dying)

Tangible, i dont like rats. Unavoidable, i guess dying alone. I would like to spend my last moments with someone.

020. what is your worst memory?

Finding my dad dead in his bed.

021. What is your favorite memory?

Backpacking through Europe. Got to explore so much, meet new people and try new foods.

022. what’s your reputation with the people around you. do they like you? dislike you? why?

Uh i guess it's good. Im very social so its not hard to befriend people. I would hope they like me though. If anyone doesn't like me, then fuck them.

023. if you could relive one memory, one last time which would it be?

My dad and I on Christmas morning, making cookies, opening gifts then going to see the Christmas lights.

024. when you were a kid were you bullied or teased? for what?

I wasn't because i wouldn't let anyone bully or tease me. I fought a lot when i was younger.

025. if you could tell your younger self something, what would it be?

That'll be okay and youre gonna be such a boss ass bitch. That there is nothing to be afraid of.

026. what is a goal you want to accomplish before you die?

To be honest, i dont know if i have a goal. I use to say to have a family. married with a child so i could give them a better life but im not bringing a child into this fucked up world.

027. if you could pick anyone in town to tell your life story, who would it be and why?

Hmm Sebastian for sure. He's kind and i know he'd be a great listener. He also has something about him that puts you at ease and makes you feel...safe i guess i would put it. @instinctsqz

028. do you believe there is or could be a cure to be made? and do you think that it could restore humanity?

if there was, it would've been done by now and maybe it could restore humanity but i'm not holding my breath.

029. if the outbreak never happened, what would you have wanted to do for a living?

I'd probably be a detective.

#jackson;task #task 01

[countrymusiclover]

32 - Kenobi's Legacies

Yoda's New Padawan

Tag list - @tyrionsprincess30 @nanagoswife @lycaonpictusphotography @bigbendyhorns @abaker74 @haideehaids @sassycowboygoatee

6 years later

"Mommy, mommy, daddy and sissy are fighting!" Our six year old daughter Padme ran into the house. We had moved from the cave into an actual house that's still a ways from town. She grabs my hand dragging me outside into the open area of the house. Her hair is in a braid while she wears a white shirt and brown pants. I hear lightsabers smacking together before we round the corner. Kiera has been training for years to get better at learning the Force. Obi-wan spins on his heels pointing his blue lightsaber to her green one until Kiera knocked the weapon from his hands. "And I win, father." He shakes his head finally noticing us in the room. Padme tackled him in a hug where he spins her around in the air laughing. "There's my other girl. Were you taunting the Ewalks again?"

Little Padme has gotten into a bad habit of trying to steal the Ewalks cloaks that they wear. Wanting to wear a robe like her father does. Kiera wears her hair up in a bun reminding me such of young Leia. The Skywalker princess would become a leader someday I can see it. "Mom, why did you name my sister after your sister anyway?" Kiera suddenly asked plopping down on the couch and I followed sitting down. I haven't ever had the chance or strength to tell my sisters story. Obi-wan carried her over joining us with a small smile. "She named her that because your aunt was a great leader. Little Leia mirrors her mother as do the two of you." Playing with my hands together in my lap I get to my feet feeling their eyes on me. "You two are the next generation of this family. You have the power of the Jedi running through your blood. Meaning you two need to - go play for now." The girls jumped up immediately chasing after each other around the house.

"So love, have you contacted Yoda anymore?" Obi asked striding up and resting a hand on my face. Leaning into his palm with a soft smile. "No I haven't. What about your Master, Qui Gon?" When we had returned from bringing Leia home his dead Master had showed himself in the form of a blue ghost form. He shakes his head moving forward and pressing his lips onto mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck I mumble. "I love you, you know that Obi-wan." He mumbled back in between more kisses. "I love you too, Y/n...you've given me the best things ever." Four foosteps rush into the room arguing back at each other. "I want to play with it!" Padme jumped for her sisters lightsaber on her side. "It's too dangerous. Mom and dad said so Pad!" Kiera pushed her away a little until they both looked up at us for an answer. Even though one is fourteen and the other six years old they fight like their babies over almost everything.

Grinning I scoop Padme up in my arms causing her to giggle uncontrollably. Obi does the same to Kiera grunting a little. "Oh, I'm not sure how much longer I can do this sweetheart. You're getting heavier." Kiera just chuckled at that remark. Obi-wan and I each sit down on one of the high rocks getting a view of the vast desert in front of us. The sun's are setting in the distance where I lay my head on my husband's shoulder sighing in relief. For this is the life I know my sister would have wanted if she had lived. I know she's watching us from up there smiling. "Mom, look it, look." Kiera breaks me and apparently Obi from our trance because he grunts seeing something sitting on a small rock in front of me. Putting Padme on the ground I feel my whole body shiver recognizing the small creature in front of me. "Master...Yoda..." I trailed off dropping on a knee staring into the eyes of the little green man. He smiled looking over my shoulder to the little ones who hide behind my backside. "Afraid you not need be little ones. Friend of family I am." He replied pointing a finger to the girls.

"Master Yoda, what are you - how are you here?" Obi-wan questions joining my side on the ground, ushering the girls in front of us. "Through the Force possible it is. Learn in time you will Kenobi." Yoda turned his head my direction somehow taking my hand in his squeezing it gently. "With you always I will be, promised you I did Y/n. Meet the children I wish." He smiled hopeful where I take Kiera's hand in mine where she nervously waves to my former master. "Hi...I'm Kiera's..." Master Yoda nodded until Padme finally gets brave introducing herself. "I'm Padme, Mr..." I answer her question. "Yoda. His name is Yoda. He used to be my Jedi Master." Obi-wan eyes me with a kind smile speaking to one of the only living Jedi council masters beside himself. "We have done our job, Master. Luke is being protected by his family as is Leia. And we are training our little ones to be Jedi." Master Yoda raised his hand where both girls placed there's on top when he starts speaking. "Old ways of the Jedi gone they are. Create a new way you both will. Kiera and Padme, the future you will be." Obi-wan draped an arm over my shoulder hearing me whisper before he would disappear again. "Will I ever see you again, Master?" Yoda nodded resting his freehand onto his lightsaber, following my current state of my right hand. Obi-wan rests his in the same position already knowing the answer. "Connected the Force is. To your family and your strengths. Proud your sister would be of you. As am I, my former padawan. As am I." With that Yoda disappeared leaving us all in awe for the future that would be come.

This is the end my readers. I loved writing this story more than any of my other books and I am happy to know people are reading it. So thank you

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