#it was standing very close to the foot path and must have been for a while!

[im-not-occult]

When you find things in the forest and have to take one thousand pics 🫶

#forest magic #i really want to know the story behind this #it was standing very close to the foot path and must have been for a while! #photography #my photos #photo art

[yuri-is-online]

The Quiet Part (Azul, Jade, and Trey x Yuu)

"Oh can I help you? You seem to be lost." You attempt to cheerfully ask the vaguely familiar looking person in front of you. As if he is deliberately trying to rub salt in your wounds, Crowley ignored your request to leave campus for NRC parents day and is instead making you and Grim run errands. The person in front of you, blissfully ignorant to your inner turmoil perks up at your attention.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you the magicless prefect?" You and Grim exchange a confused glance. "You've got to be right?" They're practically glowing with how happy they are to see you. " Oh I'm sorry, I've just heard so much about you!" Wait, what?

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, in-law fishing (Azul and Jade) vs sibling smack down (Trey), if you liked this please check my master list here.

Azul

"Well aren't you just darling!" You fold your clipboard just a bit closer to your chest, you don't think this excitable plump lady is intending to intimidate you but she is all up in your personal space. Her pearlescent hair frames her face perfectly, nicely complementing her large black hat that reminds you of a Victorian aristocrat on her way to the opera. She just lacks the fancy cigarette case.

"Hey lady back off my hench human! You're spooking 'em!" Grim pouts with his hands on his hips but only succeeds in changing her attention to him.

"And you must be the dire beast! Simply marvelous I didn't think Zuzu would let me have a chance to see you two at all." She sighs, clearly happy in a vaguely sinister way where her familiar looking smile doesn't reach her eyes. "Oh where are my manners? I'm-"

"Mother!" A very flusterd octopus runs, well more like flails, his way up the main street towards the woman your speaking with, but she doesn't do more than wave before returning to her conversation with you.

"-Mrs. Ashengrotto! Say darling are you free for a bit?" She's back to crowding you once again while Azul moves in between the two of you. "I have been so looking forward to meeting my poopsy's friends."

"Mother please, the prefect is extremely busy. There's no need for them to show you around campus, what sort of son would I be if I-"

"That's besides the point." Mrs. Ashengrotto's smile doesn't fade but the warmth of her voice most certainly does. Still Azul remains firm, extending an arm to keep you from moving towards his mother, or maybe to keep her from closing in on you? "You can't expect me to not be curious! You never have written such glowing things about-"

"That's enough mother." Grim yanks on your pant leg and points towards the path to Sam's shop.

"It is not poopsy you can't just ask for advice and then refuse every opportunity to use it." Mrs. Ashengrotto huffs in disappointment and elegantly shakes her finger as you and Grim begin to slowly inch away.

"I have no idea what it is you are talking about mother," Azul pushes his glasses further up his face, silently pleading with you to run faster "and I am certain the prefect doesn't either so please, allow me to escort you to the Monstro Lounge that you have been so eager to see." His mother pouts, pouts! At him puffing her cheeks up with air before finally looking behind him and realizing you aren't there.

"Oh absolutely not, I am not letting this fish out of my net." She mutters muscling her son out of the way. "Yoo hoo! Darling are you certain you can't at least stay for dinner?"

"Mother!"

"Or maybe forever?"

"MOTHER!"

Jade

"Well now, this is a surprise, watcha doin here Jade?" Grim asks as you step foot into the Pomefiore lounge. Normally asking Jade anything is akin to sticking your foot in your mouth but you have to admit, you are sort of curious why Jade and Vil, the two most composed people on campus, are standing awkwardly in the corner clearly a bit out of place while two men you assume are their father's seem to be having a grand time chatting it up on the couch. Disturbingly, Jade makes eye contact with you with a look you almost think is screaming for help.

"Yoooo!" The Leech father is tall, and the speed with which he snaps up off the couch and approaches you does not help at all with his naturally intimidating aura. "You've gotta be the prefect right? Mr. Leech!" He extends a hand and you look at Jade who just smiles at you as you gingerly take his father's hand and immediately regret it with how he nearly snaps your arm off with his hand shake.

"Um yes that's me, can I help you?" You wince and try to avoid rolling your wrist too much. Mr. Leech looks a bit confused.

"Mhm? Don't you have any folks visiting today?" You look at Jade who reluctantly draws attention to himself with a cough.

"Their situation is a bit unique father." You're thankful Jade doesn't say more than that

"Well why didn't you say that? Now I look like an ass." Mr. Leech claps the back of his head and mutters. "And here I had everything I wanted to say to the in laws planned out already, shit." He turns back to you with a smile and Vil's dad lets out an elegant laugh.

"From a certain point of view that makes your task easier no?" Vil's father says as Jade reluctantly moves out of the corner towards his father, clearly looking for an excuse to get him out of Vil's hair.

"If you are done saying hello to your friend, would you like to see some of the mountain lover's club projects?" Jade asks, already gently herding him towards the door as his father shrugs.

"Sure, you coming kid?" Why is he looking at you and why is Jade giving you that strange look again? "Jade's told his mom all about your hikes, gotta admit I don't really get the appeal myself but it sounds like you two have a grand old time with it."

"The headmage technically has me-" Mr. Leech wraps one arm around your shoulder and another around Jade's and resumes the march towards the door.

"Aww don't worry about that!" It's clear you aren't getting out of this with just how terrified Grim is, he's practically rooted to his spot as Mr. Leech loosens his grip to wave over his shoulder at Vil and his dad. "See ya next Sunday Eric!"

"Good luck! Don't scare them off!"

Trey

Two small children stare up at you with sharp eyes, judgmentally you think but you can't be too sure. "You are the prefect right?" Asks the little boy, definitely judgmentally. "I thought you would be prettier or at least more handsome."

"Hey!" snaps his sister, who doesn't hesitate to hit him in a display that you are sure would give her parents a headache. "Big brother never lies to us about stuff!" Her brother scowls and rubs his head.

"Big brother lies all the time, what else do you call those 'secret ingredients' of his?" He goes back to staring you down and you and Grim exchange a look.

"Yeah but not to us." The little girl crosses her arms and stares her brother down sternly. "He would never lie about something like that. Besides did you see how dopey he looks when he talks about them?" The little boy looks away from you with a pout, almost like you stole his toy or something while his sister rolls her eyes. "It is so obvious- you would absolutely know if you were a girl."

"That's got nothing to do with it! I'm just worried you know, it's important to make sure they pass the sniff test." He looks like he is questioning if he can get away with hitting his sister in front of you as you desperately look around for any sign of these kids' parents. "You would totally know if you were a boy."

"Uhhh hench human," Grim poorly whispers "you don't think these two are..." he doesn't finish his sentence but as you both examine the bickering duo you start to note all the little similarities between them and-

"Hey you two aren't causing problems on purpose are you?" Trey looks down sternly on the two kids who completely ignore his tone and jump on him immediately.

"TREY!"

"Are you gonna show us the hedgehogs?!" squeals the little girl.

"Forget that, I wanna see the Coliseum!" cheers the little boy. You breathe a sigh of relief, and wave to Trey getting ready to continue your patrol when the little girl looks after you confused.

"Aren't you gonna come?" She asks, so sweetly in comparison to the heat you're taking from her brother. Trey smiles at you, but he can't really bring himself to keep eye contact.

"The prefect's busy, I'm sure. They don't need to be running around after us all day." He sets them both down and starts herding them towards the mirror, shooting you a wink over his shoulder as he flicks his little brother on the forehead for sticking his tongue out at you. His sister sighs and you swear you hear her whine that-

"You just want to keep them to yourself. You can't keep me away forever, I swear I'll be a good wing woman, you're waaaay too lame to get a date yourself Trey!" You awkwardly look back down at your clipboard as Grim desperately tries to do the math in his head.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #trey clover x reader #i think azul's mom should be like #the mom equivalent of smooth jazz #she deserves to cover her mouth with her hand and go “ohohohoho” #“please marry my son I raised him so he knows how to cook <3”

[frankieburieshisdead]

ℬ𝓇𝓊𝒸ℯ 𝒲𝒶𝓎𝓃ℯ 𝓍 ℳ𝒶𝓁ℯ ℳℴ𝒹ℯ𝓁 ℛℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇

cw: NSFW

~ You liked modeling enough. It was exciting, and new, and you got to meet a bunch of people you otherwise wouldn't. For instance, if you could go back to the skinny, slightly effeminate brace face in rural Smallsville and tell him he would be hanging off the Bruce Wayne's arm at a promotional after party in Gotham he would laugh in your face. But here you were, and here he was, all 6ft (6'7? 6'8? God he was intimidating) wrapped around your shoulders, two of the girls from the shoot on his other side. You didn't know either of them very well, but they we're kind to you whenever you crossed paths, and it was always nice to see more black models in the industry.

~ So why did you feel so much vitriol towards them? This ugly feeling curling in your stomach every time Wayne leaned slightly towards them, slightly away from you. You chopped it up to star power, pure unadulterated charm that came with being one of the richest men in the Americas, but as long as it had been, you still remembered what it was like it have a crush.

~ It was hard to not have a crush on Bruce Wayne. He was confident, ridiculously so, but not the kind of confidence that made you feel small. When you arrived, he asked you "Do you like dark chocolate? I can't stand the stuff but for some reason people keep giving it to me." You could see he was lying, and that maybe he had just wanted to give you an expensive box of chocolate without making you feel like you owed him anything. It made you feel special.

~ It didn't take him long to invite the whole party back to his manor. His home was beautiful. Like a castle in one of the picture books your gran used to let you borrow from her job at the library. You told Bruce that, and he had smiled so genuinely you hadn't stopped blushing for the rest of the night.

~ You ended up asking yourself up to his bedroom. One of the bottle girls had popped the cork right over you, drenching your pants in sparkling cider. She had been so apologetic, and you hadn't wanted to make a scene, so you stumbled up the stairs in into the nearest unlocked door you could find. You closed the door behind you, stripping out of your soaked jeans to dab them clean in the joining bathroom.

~ "Not that I'm complaining, but I have to say it's not everyday I find pretty boys stripping out their clothes unprompted in my bedroom." You must have jumped about a foot in the air, hiding behind your thread bare trousers. "Oh god Mr. Wayne I'm so sorry, I just needed- there was this champagne girl- and well-"

"Relax, I'm just teasing." You looked at him properly now, his weary tone bleeding past your initial embarrassment. He was propped up against the bedpost, shirtless with one hand clamped firmly over his ribs. There was a mean purple blotch under his fingers, and his chest rose and fell in stutters. He was in pain.

"What happened?" You were across the room the next second, pants forgotten on the floor as you scooted next to him in your briefs. There was a slight blush across his chest and cheeks. Maybe he was drunk. Maybe you were.

"Got into... a brawl. Nothing serious don't worry." You got the feeling he liked that you were worried. You wondered how many people worried about Bruce Wayne. You had seen an older man in butler attire fussing over him when the party first got here. You hoped he was looked after.

"Well... I best get going." You were inches apart now, you could feel his harsh breath against your top lip.

"Best." He replied, curling his lip to mirror your Midwestern accent.

You fell into him first, crashing your lips against his as his arms came to grip your biceps. He lifted you with an insane show of strength, you squealed into his mouth, ending off in a giggle. He gave that genuine smile again.

~ You were straddling him now, grinding down on a ever hardening length. He gasped into your mouth, squeezing almost painfully as he pressed you firmer against him. He was massaging the v on your waist, teasing just above where you wanted him.

"Can I?"

You nodded manically against his shoulder, the both of you generating a frantic energy. He dipped down, palming you through your underwear.

"Protection?" You managed to pant out, remembering every talk your granny had drilled into you since you came out.

"Bedside drawer."

~ 3 hours. You kept going for 3 hours after that. He had taken you, knees pressed up against your shoulders, hitting all the right spots until you had come dry and untouched. He was still hard inside you, panting and you squeezed your way through your orgasm. He was kind, clearly straining to not thrust forward while you were so sensitive. You hooked your legs behind the dip in his waist and tugged him forward. A dare. The result of which had you on your hands and knees panting and keening after your third, fourth? climax. He was good afterwards as well. Sweet. He held your head up as he poured water from a sealed bottle down your throat, petting through your slim locs. You woke up tucked against his side, unsure if he had even slept a wink as he stared down at you. He had to go, but he had arranged one of the cars for you as soon as you wanted to leave. The butler, Alfred, had cleaned and dried your jeans while you were asleep, although Bruce had made it clear you were welcome to his extensive wardrobe. You giggled, imagining getting back to your apartment in a pair of 1000$ tracksuit pants with the ankles rolled up to your calves.

~ When you finally made it back to your apartment, you patted down your jeans, pleading to whoever was listening that you hadn't lost your keys in the chaos of the previous night. Instead, you pulled out a neatly folded parchment paper, thumbing it open to find barely legible handwriting reading:

555-0199

Call me if you liked the chocolate.

END

#dcau #dc #fanfic #bruce wayne #queer bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x male reader #x male reader #x male y/n #oc #y/n #dc smut #x reader #might make this a series idk #romcom tropes

[metamorphesque]

These images of circles and circling, revolving around a great center he names God, it makes me think of the cathedral labyrinths of Europe. Or the ancient spiral glyphs carved into rocks and cave faces. I see the circling pathway around some secret center. The road can be bewildering, twisting and turning, keeping us disoriented and uncertain of how near we are, but ever moving inward.

And that courageous line –

I may not ever complete the last one, but I give myself to it.

We walk the winding path, not out of certainty, but because it is the only path worth walking. Walking that road, quietly, with attention, one foot in front of the other, becomes meditation. It becomes worship. Each ring, whether near or far, is a layer of our lives that is blessed by our passing through it.

Walking the circling path is not only the way to the center, it is actually part of the center. We learn to participate in the center by first walking the path. Obsession with the destination becomes an impediment to reaching it. Instead, by patiently inhabiting each step, we discover the center in ourselves... and our feet naturally end up there, as well.

We walk with our whole selves –

and I still don't know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?

On this roundabout road to God, we question our own nature. We encounter the mystery of self. Who and what are we really? Ultimately, it is in that questioning of a self that eludes definition where we find the still center.

The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate; and later on, when it "happens" (that is, steps forth out of us to other people), we will feel related and close to it in our innermost being. And that is necessary. It is necessary - and toward this point our development will move, little by little - that nothing alien happen to us, but only what has long been our own. People have already had to rethink so many concepts of motion; and they will also gradually come to realize that what we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us. It is only because so many people have not absorbed and transformed their fates while they were living in them that they have not realized what was emerging from them; it was so alien to them that, in their confusion and fear, they thought it must have entered them at the very moment they became aware of it, for they swore they had never before found anything like that inside them. Just as people for a long time had a wrong idea about the sun's motion, they are even now wrong about the motion of what is to come. The future stands still, dear Mr. Kappus, but we move in infinite space.

Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen, die sich über die Dinge ziehn. Ich werde den letzten vielleicht nicht vollbringen, aber versuchen will ich ihn.

Ich kreise um Gott, um den uralten Turm, und ich kreise jahrtausendelang; und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm oder ein großer Gesang.

I live my life in widening circles (set me free)

Starry Night (Vincent van Gogh), Widening Circles by Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Joanna Macy), Commentary by Ivan M. Granger, The Chartres Cathedral Labyrinth, Ouroboros, 1760  (a photograph by Granger), question mark symbol in Armenian, 지민 (Jimin) 'Set Me Free Pt.2', Letters to a Young Poet (by Rainer Maria Rilke), Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen (by Rainer Maria Rilke)

#still in shock #jiminie 🐥 #his choice of the poem is immaculate #it warms my heart to know that he reads Rilke #web weavings #parallels #art parallels #circles #rainer maria rilke #poems #poetry #classic literature #van gogh #letters to a young poet #selfhood #quotes #web weaving #set me free pt.2 #bts #ouroborus

[izvmimi]

cw: dark content. stalking. murder. toxic/yandere behavior. pregnancy mention.

a/n: it’s been a while since I wrote for Illumi damn.

The longer the man in your direct path attempts to hold your attention, the faster he careens to an untimely death. Of course, the young man before you is none the wiser, barely noticing the nervous tap in your foot as he continues to chat you up to the best of his ability. If he knew what were good for him, he’d move out of your way, but usually men of this sort don’t - not the type of man who’d put out his cigarette and corner you on your way out of a convenience store in the dead of night, engaging you in conversation you are not interested in.

“All I’m saying is that it’s dangerous out there, and perhaps you should consider letting me accompany you home,” he finishes his proposition. The smile on his face is sleazy, but just that is not enough to warrant death. He leans over, eyes running up and down your form as though you’re not shrouded in an oversized hoodie and baggy sweatpants that reveal very little about your shape or condition.

The calm demeanor on your face does not betray the fact that your heart is starting to pick up in pace. From the moment he started talking, you’ve been counting in time with an internal stopwatch. You’re close to 2 minutes, perhaps 3. You’re surprised he’s still breathing.

After all, you have a shadow. 

A mean one. Well, mean is not the word for it, but rather, cruel. One with little respect for human life. The shadow takes many forms. You’re not sure which one it’ll be today. But greater than 2 minutes have passed, enough for your shadow to realize this conversation is unnecessary and unwarranted. Disrespectful, even. 

You smile politely, which the man returns, scratching his chin as though he’s appraising a fine jewel. What about a smile says yes, I will go home with you? Is it the slight nervous expression that accompanies it, as harmless-appearing girls often adopt when telling - no, pleading - to members of the opposite sex to leave them alone? The one that betrays vulnerability, particularly when so few people are watching? 

Even if you said no, there’s nothing to stop him from following you. 

“I’m not interested,” you nod pleasantly. It is right to pay respects to the dead. You attempt to move past him, and he shifts to mirror you, obstructing your path yet again, and the dance begins.

“Come on, babe-” he begins to whine, and you close your eyes.

3... 2... 1...

There’s the sound of whistling - something - that cuts through the air. A high-pitched sound. You wonder how it’ll happen this time. Your body tenses.

There’s a sound he makes that is like pure shock made audible.

Your eyes snap open and the man still stands, leaning slightly over you, but his mouth is wide open, a quivering ‘O’. His eyes are widened to match. Glassy and faded. 

And then he begins to fall over. You swallow hard and take a step back, and he collapses into a heap, face down. There’s something sharp, and geometric sticking out of the back of his skull.

A glistening card. Black. A credit card.

You curse under your breath. From how deep the card is lodged, you are certain the man is dead, and you squat to his level, watching him closer to see the lack of chest rise.

He’s no longer breathing.

“Goddammit, Illumi,” you murmur under your breath. There’s a pounding in your temples that immediately begins, somewhere between fear and irritation.

You stare out into the darkness, the approximate direction from which the makeshift weapon must have come. It takes a moment for your eyes to focus.

You expect a butler, again tasked to follow you around mercilessly as it’s been for the past few months ever since you... told him the truth. Your body, constantly doubled, has not felt like your own since. And of course, this isn’t the first, nor will it be the last, body to crumple in front of you in this way.

“Is this really necessary?!” you call out into the darkness as you get to your feet. If it were the first time someone had died in your presence, your blood would not have warmed back up to normal so quickly, but this is becoming a common occurrence that you have started to react less and less. Humans adapt to anything.

“Of course it is.” 

You blink a few times in succession. Illumi himself approaches quickly, running a hand through his hair in that nonchalant way of his and you find yourself frozen stiff and still, the same way a deer would be in headlights. You didn’t expect him to be around personally this time. Not at this time of night, when it is easier for him to work.

Illumi takes his time, giving you a quick once over and then bends over ever so slightly to retrieve his weapon. There’s a somewhat sickening wet sound as the credit card slides out of brain and bone.

He hands it to you.

“I told you not to spend your own money,” he reminds you, voice light as though he hasn’t just killed someone.

You want to scream at him, but instead settle for a scoff, your arms folding over your chest. He raises his eyebrows ever so slightly, hand still outstretched as though he is confused.

“Are you refusing my funds?” he asks. Before you can answer, he exclaims, “Oh!” as nonchalantly as remembering a funny story he heard and would like to share, and then wipes the bloody card on the front of his pants, before handing it back to you. 

“Where are my manners?” he says, stepping over the body to get closer to you. “It’s quite disgusting, I’ve forgotten about your sensitivity to these things.”

Your stomach twists and he takes your arm by the wrist, putting the card in the palm of your hand whether you like it or not.

“I don’t need your money,” you hiss at him.

“You don’t but you’ll have it,” he replies, unbothered. The small plastic bag you carried is quickly recovered by him and his free hand grips yours tightly.

“I’ve told you time and time again not to leave home at night.”

You hate the way he says, “home.” It is not his home, or your shared home, it is your apartment that he enters and leaves as he pleases.

You start walking. It’s cold and so is his hand, and you’d like to be somewhere safer, well rather, warmer, as soon as possible.

“I ran out of ice cream.”

“You could have asked me.”

You would turn to him and give him an awful look, but that would only encourage him further. His hand around yours is not comforting but it is steady and secure.

“You’ve learned from Hisoka,” you finally settle on saying moments later. It’s a bland, observational statement but it attempts to make conversation. You’ve been walking for a moment, and it is quiet. You never know what he’s thinking after he’s ended a life. Speaking casually would make the idea less horrifying.

“Have I?” He continues to stare straight ahead, as though he’s scanning the surroundings, as if he isn’t the danger.

You don’t know what to say to that.

You round the block to your apartment. Illumi’s hand does not release yours until he leaves you in front of your door, unlocking it himself and pushing you inside. You wonder why he’s not coming in but decide it’s not worth asking. 

“I won’t be back tonight,” he lets you know, then lets out a sigh. “Unless you ask.”

Why would you ask? You think but rather you nod in understanding. His eyes slide from your face to your belly.

“Stay away from tuna,” he reminds you. You remember the convenience store sushi in your bag, right next to the tub of ice cream, and are sheepish. 

“Okay.”

There’s no use arguing with him. 

“If there are any more incidents, I’m taking you to the manor.”

You nod again. Unintentionally, your hand slips under your sweatshirt and t-shirt to your stomach, caressing the skin. You are not showing yet, but you wonder if Illumi sees anything else in you but the developing child in your womb.

Illumi offers the ghost of a smile, and it unsettles you but you have to admit some of it also brings warmth to your cheeks. You wonder how you ended up like this, and you wonder about the future.

He turns to leave.

“Call if you need me,” he repeats.

And he disappears.

#illumi x reader #illumi zoldyck x reader #yandere illumi x reader #yandere x reader #daydreams: hxh #thoughts: illumi #cw yandere #mimi's notes

[yigashimei]

Something I just happened to read at Wattpad and wanted to make something from my own perspective Maki Zenin x fem! reader

Also an early update for you all

Soulmates, that is something that balances this world, that is in your eyes

But something seems to have been wrong, you don't know what it is or what it was, but you do know something

Your ribbon is at the other end where it was standing

Soulmates can be found by using different kinds of methods that depends on the day you are born, it can either be a string attached to your finger

One similar to what you have now, or you cannot see anything till you locked eyes with your soulmate for the very first time

Even so you still want to find your soulmate whoever they may be

So what happens when you cross path but something else happened

Warnings⚠️: Angst

Scarred, that is what you felt at this very moment, powerless against a monster who is about 2 times your own height and covered the only way out of this damned dead end

What happened? You were stupid enough to go out in the middle of the night right after hearing some weird sounds at your neighborhood, thinking it was some prank your friends set up you go out and look for it only to find a pool of blood about four blocks away from your apartment

You should have just turned around, why did you have to go and pursue it like the lunatic that you are

So here you are now in front of this monster, scared for your life, your whole body trembling in fear as you close your eyes waiting for the monster that lifts its hand to crush you to your immediate death

But after a second of not feeling, hearing or sensing anything you opened your eyes focused on the floor that was at your broken foot

There you saw your soulmate ribbon, it was glowing and getting shorter, questions littered your mind that was until you heard a shout in front of you

"Last attack is all yours Maki!" the voice that called out was rough and deep, looking up there you saw a green haired woman jumping from the trashcan toward the monster that was in front of you a moment ago with a staff that has a blade at the other end of it

She amber gold eyes and purple glasses, but what caught your attention the most was string connected to her finger, it was glowing the same color as yours

You followed it only to end up back at your fingertips

"I got you now!" her voice echoed, you look up in time to see her chop off the monsters head and arms before landing perfectly about 8 feet away from where you were "Alright! Another mission success!" she shouted to a white haired boy that has his lower face covered and a panda..... A PANDA?!

Confused you rubbed your eyes telling yourself it must have been a silly dream that was about to end, that none of this happened just now, that you did not just saw and hear a talking panda!

"Good job Maki! You got it!" now you know you were dreaming for sure, there was no way in hell that there is a panda talking in front of you right now

"I know, I know" deciding to give up you look away from them and start to formulate a plan to try and leave their presence without them knowing.

"Now what should we do with the girl?" you froze 'FUCK! WHY NOW?! FUCKING HELL!!!' you shouted to yourself inside your mind

"You two handle that first, I got something to do" the green haired girl said while looking away from them, their body hiding your form for her to find out you were soulmates

"Are you sure Maki? And what are you even going to do?" the talking panda asked the girl you now came to know as Maki

"...My soulmate ribbon" she started but paused, confusing you and the other two people in front of you

"What about it Maki?" the panda asked again, you were now wishing you were dead or not here at the moment

"My soulmate is that girl, that same girl we rescued from that cursed" she said it, she confirmed it right here and now, in front of you and these two other living beings with you and the girl

"Ohh! You must be very happy now! You got the chance to meet your soulmate pretty early!" the panda and the boy started to jump around with smiles on their faces

"That's right she is my soulmate, more reason to refuse her as my soulmate" your body froze at her words 'What?' thoughts circled your mind

'What did she just say?' you kept asking the same question 'She doesn't want me to be her soulmate?' your words were like knives stabbed to your heart

"WHAT?!" the panda shouted at the girl "ARE YOU INSANE MAKI?! HERE SHE IS! YOUR SOULMATE AND YOUR TELLING ME NOW THAT YOU DONT WANT HER AS YOUR SOULMATE?!" the panda kept shouting

This made you uncomfortable due to the stress of not only almost dying and finding your soulmate, but her saying she doesn't accept you was the icing to the cake

Those words made it seem like the world you used to dream about with the person you were destined to be with was nothing more than a mere fantasy you have created in you mind

But why did it hurt so much hearing those words come from her mouth? Was it because she is or was your soulmate? Is it because your dream was ruined? Or is it because you just wanted your fantasy to come true?

With a sudden spur of energy coursing through your body you stood up, even with your injury in your foot

This managed to make them stop arguing with one another focusing their attention to you who was having a hard time with your injury to just stand

"Hey, you shouldn't be standing just yet" the panda said looking at you "If it's about what Maki said, then don't worry! I know that none of it is true and she also wishes to be happy with you!" the panda explained to you

"If you want, I can make her kneel and ask for forgiveness from you right now? But you have to take it easy" this time the boy said something "Shake! Shake!" yet you didn't have it in you to pay attention to them

Looking forward, there behind them was where your soulmate stands looking at you behind her glasses, her stare was hard at your quivering form

"My decision is final and I won't change it!" she said making you more furious, now with your body fueled by adrenaline and anger you took a step forward before you ran past her with your head down, towards your home

"H-hey! Wait! Wait a minute!" her voice shouted to you, this person was supposed to be your family, yet why did she say such things and suddenly cared? "Stop! You're injured so stop!" her voice echoed while you ran, but you did not flatter one bit and continued to your way home

"I said stop dammit!!!" looking back you saw her chasing you, fear struck you at the thought of getting caught, so you ran and ran and ran some more with only one thought running through your mind

'I mustn't let her capture me! I must get away from her!' you repeated this in your mind while you ran, your heart shattering to millions of peice, you then saw your apartment building a few more blocks away from where you were

"Stop already!" Maki shouted while chasing after you, she was close, very close to catching you

'I must get her!' she thought while chasing you with the other two behind her "Inumaki!" she shouted turning to see her companions getting ready to get the girl too

Looking forward once again she skidded to a stop surprising her two companions that was behind her

"Maki, what happened? Why did you stop???" the panda questioned his companion, but she was merely silent looking at the wall in front of her

With a deep breath she inhaled before speaking once more to her two partners

"We no rather I lost her, I can't track her now, she must have turned somewhere when I wasn't looking" she said before starting to walk back and find you

"Let's go" she said only to be met with her companions silence, looking back she saw that they didn't even follow her "What are you two doing? We have to go and find her" she was starting to get irritated

"Maki, why did you say that to her?" Maki was taken by surprise, the panda asked worried laced with its voice 'Panda must be talking about why I want to refuse her as my soulmate then' she thought

"I just don't have the energy to take care of someone like her, spoiled and inconsiderate" she voiced out her reason "That is why I want to refuse her as my soulmate" she then added before turning to leave

"If so, why chase after her again? I am pretty sure we can take care of her just fine, so why are you still here looking for her if you refuse her as your soulmate?" Panda asked once more, only to be met with Maki's silence

'Why did I chase her?' she asked herself before walking away to continue her search making her companions follow her silently

After looking for hours they were not able to spot you, trying to give the apartment buildings a quick look one stood out in Maki's eyes the most

"This way she's over here" she said making the other two confused "How are you so sure? There could be a chance that she isn't there" Panda voiced out, concern laced his voice for the girl they were searching

"My ribbon is glowing more to this specific direction and the closer we get the shorter it gets too" she replied making the panda nod and continued their walk

Arriving at the 4th floor of the building they stop in front of a door with a room number saying '403' and a little welcome sign below it

It was lucky that no one was downstairs to see the panda when they went up otherwise they would have been caught

Knocking on the door Maki suddenly stopped, it confused the other two of her actions "Why did you stop Maki?" Panda asked her

"...She's crying..." Maki was confused 'Why are you crying in there? Did someone made you cry?' she asked herself '...Did I make you cry?' putting the pieces together sh now knows what your reason is

Ignoring all the policy or respect she took hold of the handle and forced the door open to see you crying at your couch seated at the floor still wearing the same clothes when they saw you and a messy bandaged foot almost covered in red with all the blood

It hurts her heart to see you cry, slowly she saw you look at the door, your eyes were puffy and red, sniffles were heard and tear stains on your cheek

'Did I cause this?' she asked herself while looking at your form, from head to toe, her heart was breaking but why?

"W-what are you doing here?!" your voice was laced with fear and sadness 'Are you scared of me?' she asked herself 'Of course you are I am the reason you are crying right now, but looking at you now, why does it feel like my heart is breaking?' her questions flooded her mind

"We came looking for you, you were hurt so we came here" she said while looking at you "If you came here just because you wanted me to cut the soulmate ribbon then fine!" your shout surprised not only her but the other two as well, before they decided to leave this one to Maki and went away from the door

Standing up you grab a pair of scissors and try to cut the red thread, Maki was surprised "Hey stop!" her voice fell on deaf ears before a piercing pain hit her chest 'What is happening?' she asked herself once more

Looking up she saw you standing looking at her with the broken red thread that connects to her, tears fell from Maki's eyes just looking at it "There done, now leave!" your shout fell from deaf ears

'Did I hurt her this much? Is this what she felt?' Maki was confused and found the floor below your feet more interesting, that is before she saw blood fall

Looking at you once again, your eyes were dull, almost like you were dead, tears fell from your eyes and blood was oozing from your mouth to the floor

She spring forward and caught you in time before you fell forward and hurt yourself more "Hey! Wake up!" Her shout attracted her companions who decided to not step in, but hearing the fear in her voice they look at the room and saw Maki holding your limp body close

"Maki?! I will call Gojo to take us back! Inumaki go and try helping her!" Panda ordered the other boy before picking up his phone and dialing Gojo

"Hello?" a overly excited voice answered on the other end "Gojo! Come pick us up hurry!" the white haired man did not waste anymore time before teleporting to them

"What happened?" he asked them "I don't know but Maki suddenly shouted and this happened" Panda tried to explain with his own limited knowledge of what happened

"Alright let's get you all out of here" the man said before teleporting away with the other four people with him, but Maki only focused on you while holding the other end of her string with tears streaming down her eyes

'I have to fix this' she said to herself 'I will fix this! I shouldn't have said those things to her!' with a brand new determination Maki hold your form close before whispering in your ears

"I will fix this and I will apologize, so wake up soon, please" her voice quivered but still Heald a silent promise to you

This is part one, I will make part two soon don't worry

-Mei

#Mei Stories #JJK #Jujutsu Kaisen #Maki Zenin #Reader #Maki x Reader

[beeceit]

Leonardo, come down here, and put that back

You ever get too into the short character study you meant to leave in the tags of someone else's post and accidentally write a 1033 word one shot told in the second person about someone else's character meeting yours?

Haha me neither, anyways... here's my take on what I think it would be like for LDC Leo and POB Uncle Nardo to meet <3 Bonus points if you catch all the other peepaws referenced

@nani-nonny teehee

Out of all of the bizarre situations you’ve found yourself in over the course of your life, this ‘peepaw multiverse convention’ was certainly far up there. 

Dozens of alternates of yourself and your former brothers, even some Aprils (though not many) stand around chatting, recounting stories, showing off their little selves.

Most of them seem to get on fairly well, splitting into little groups like a highschool cafeteria.

Well, what you imagine a highschool cafeteria looks like, you’ve never been.

There’s the smart ones, the cool ones, the tired ones. And, inevitably, the class clowns.

Some booty shorts wearing jackass covered in stickers keeps chucking empty waterbottles and paper airplanes at your head. You can't tell if he genuinely doesn’t realize that you could kill him easily if you wanted or if he just doesn't care. 

He's wrapped around his own Mikey now, the weight that constantly dragged on his shoulders, on every Leonardo’s shoulders, almost vanished from that single touch. Lucky bastard.

You had your own Mikey once. You fucked that up, too. Pushed him away. Twisted yourself until you could scarcely be called brothers anymore. And still, after it all, in his desperate final act of life he tried to save you. Not only you, the stupid selfish blueprint that became you.

That useless arrogant child you once had been.

Everything you've been through, everything you've lost, it was all your own fault. It was his fault. You can see the cracks in the armor. The foundational flaws that will lead him down the path to becoming you. Distantly, you think maybe you could still save this world's version of your family if you just get rid of the common denominator.

You can't mistake this as justice, though. As a good deed. You don't want him dead as a precaution, you want him dead for revenge. You're selfish, self-righteous, focused. In him you can see the son you used to be. The part of you that was a brother, a friend, the part that has long since faded in your chest glows so brightly in him. But you must extinguish it. He deserves this. You both deserve this.

The new guy gives you a look that you don't understand. 

Oh, right.

You shake yourself out of the memory. Out of the corner you find your own counterpart engaged in a very one sided conversation with another young Leo, a feral looking one legged creature with the conversational skills of a busted up talking tom. Some part of you is glad he seems to be making friends. 

God, you felt old. And this place didn’t have nearly enough alcohol to even begin to process… that whole situation. You turn back to the new guy. It’s been a while since any of them got this close to you. Most of the other Leonardos herded their littler ones away from what had been deemed ‘naughty gay peepaw jail’, which is the stupidest name they could give your self-imposed little angsting corner, but maybe not inaccurate.

You finally identify the look the new one’s giving you. It’s pity.

Disgusting.

He's young. Too young to be here, you think, as if you could really be the judge of that. He's not even 30 yet, hasn't even reached 6 foot. Still has 2 arms. Ah well, for now, at least.

He's too happy.

Something in his scarf makes a chirping sound. 

The new guy, Nardo you’ve heard him called (And god, you used to be Nardo once upon a time), reaches in and pulls out a small creature, hardly bigger than an oreo. You’d almost have thought it was a strange rock if you hadn’t seen the little tail emerging from under his shell thumping against Nardo’s hand. Nardo chuckles and kisses his head with such tenderness.

“Bitty, buddy, you weren’t supposed to wake up from your nap just yet.” The tiny thing babbles indignantly but is quickly quieted when Nardo rubs a finger against his cheek and under his chin.

It’s disgustingly cute.

And disgustingly familiar.

You’ve seen the family photo album, seen the pictures of your own father (former father) snuggling up against an incomprehensibly small version of yourself the exact same way. You’ve seen a handful of Leonardos with children of their own, amalgamations of turtles and rabbits (why so many rabbits?) and humans and different sorts of turtles. 

That’s not just a Leonardo’s baby, that’s a baby Leonardo.

He was so helpless and small. Precious, fragile, innocent.

But he was still a Leonardo.

You had been like him once, before, you knew you had. How had such a sweet little creature become the murderer that ended the world? Nardo held Bitty out to you, cupping his hand to keep him securely held. You made eye contact with the child for less than an entire second before he chirped, frightened, and nuzzled back into Nardo’s palm, shaking.

Nardo frowned and pulled him back to his chest, stroking his shell with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, he’s never reacted to anyone like that before. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you eventually, he’s just still tired.” He was afraid of you. Terrified. You hadn’t so much as said a word to him and the child saw right through you. Even an infant was able to see the blood on your hands. 

His wet afraid eyes matched your own counterpart’s scarily well. The chirps of fear and your own Leo’s screams overlapped. Would you have done the same thing if your counterpart were so small? You don’t think you would, but then again, at Nardo’s age you wouldn’t have thought you’d do a lot of the things you’ve done.

“Hey, uh, you okay? I gotta get the little guy somewhere a little quieter for a minute, but I can come back. I’m sure I won’t have any trouble finding someone to watch Bitty for me, I’ve already had to fend off at least eight kidnapping attempts this morning.” Nardo looked at you with concern, genuine concern, even after you scared his baby. He really was too young to be here. “Don’t worry about me, just go.”

“Oh, uh, alright. I’ll see you later?”

“Pray that you don’t.”

#peepaw multiverse #leonardo come down #lcd #put one back #pob #they're Miguel and Peter B your honor

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Aarampam - Part 1

Been planning this collab with @whippersnappersbookworm for a long time..do read and review guys

It has been three months since Vanathi has left Kodumbalur . Three months have passed since she left her childhood home and moved to Pazhayari. Back in Kodumbalur, Vanathi was always the apple of everyone's eyes, since her mother had passed away, her father dedicated all his time in her upbringing. He took care of her all by himself, coddling her , and spoiling her with everything she wanted.But happiness was a temporary guest in Vanathi's life , her father died when she was just nine years old in the battle of Eezham , leaving his young daughter to deal with the cruel world on her own. That day changed everything for Vanathi, she transformed from a happy- go- lucky child to a quiet introvert girl who lacked confidence. Her uncle and aunt tried their best to make her comfortable and loved , but Vanathi refused to open up to anyone, she spent most of her time all alone in the gardens of Kodumbalur dreaming about the son she will have one day. She wholeheartedly believed that her father will come back to her in the form of her son, her son will solve every problem in her life, he will make her the happiest person in this world. 

Few months back her uncle finally put his foot down and decided to send her to Pazhayari so she can become friends with the Ilayi Priratti , who can groom her to become a better princess. Vanathi tried her best to convince her uncle , she tried everything from crying to giving up food but his uncle didn't budge from his decision . He had many big ambitions for her , and he believed that getting acquainted with ilavarasi is the very first step towards that path. So unfortunately teary-eyed Vanathi had to board the palanquin which took her to the Pazhayari palace , a place that later became the home she always craved for. 

She had heard of Ilaiya Piratti Kundavai Devi - the formidable, intelligent and gracious only daughter of the Emperor, the woman that the citizens claim is the real brain behind royal politics. What would she think of her? When she first came to Pazhaayari, she saw Sembiyan Madevi welcome her with an aarti while Kundavai watched from the side. 

"Welcome to Pazhaayari Kanne. I hope you will find your happiness here" Madevi said while placing a hand over her head. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw some other women, who she guessed must be the companions of Ilaiya Piratti sneering at her and whispering among themselves and her heart sank. Happiness? She might as well drown in Ponni now than suffer all the teasing from them. Why did her uncle choose such a fate for her? What did he mean that this stay is going to change her life? As she watched Periya Piratti Madevi go inside, she also noticed Kundavai was still standing at her spot, scrutinising her with her dark eyes. 

"Kodumbalur Ilavarasi" she addressed her in a majestic tone "Would you like to join me in the gardens for a while?" 

Vanathi could only nod and silently followed the former into the spacious gardens accompanied by some of the other women.

As they reached the gardens, Kundavai suddenly turned around and asked, "Ilavarasi, I have heard you are a good singer. And it is evident you have a sweet voice. Could you sing a thevaram for us?" 

Vanathi was shocked at this request to say the least. But she quickly collected her wits and sang a thevaram that she liked by Thirugnana Sambander. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at the envious and taunting gaze of the other onlookers and immersed herself in singing the thevaram as best as she could, not to impress the Chola Ilaiya Piratti but because singing gave her a momentary relief from her overthinking. When she finished singing and opened her eyes, she saw Kundavai smiled openly at her. "You are truly blessed with a sweet voice, Kanne. May your voice echo in these palatial chambers for everyone to hear and be mesmerized" Vanathi's heart skipped a beat after hearing these words uttered by Kundavai and a beautiful smile was etched on her face. 

"Of course, she must be here to charm our dear Ponniyin Selvan" She suddenly heard one of Kundavai's companions remark in a half-whisper. "She's an orphan. It is clear she brings misfortune to all who surround her" The smile that was present a second ago disappeared and she felt tears pricking her eyes no matter how much she tried to blink it away. She didn't see Kundavai fix the speaker with a stern look. "If you knew any better, you would remember never to judge a book by its cover. If my Thambi gets impressed by her inherent qualities, can you judge her Sugatha?" Kundavai asked in a grave tone. The girl who taunted Vanathi looked ashamed. "Forgive me for my recklessness Iliya Piratti"

Kundavai sighed and turned to a surprised Vanathi "Ilavarasi, I would like to personally escort you to your chamber" and looking back at the girls she added "All of you can go to the temple and prepare for the evening Pooja. I'll join you presently" 

Vanathi followed the former into the palace " Thank you for standing up for me Ilaiya Piratti" She said softly, voice dripping with gratitude. Kundavai glanced at her in amusement. "You don't know Ilavarasi, I am always correcting their behaviour. These girls have a habit of making wayward comments about each other. Do you know who they are?" Vanathi shook her head.

"They are girls from other Samatha kingdoms and noble families, left in my care to transform them into eligible brides. I am adamant in giving them the education and training they need in life but for my Thambi's bride ...." She gave Vanathi a once-over "Perhaps I may not have to look any further now that you are here " 

Vanathi was shocked to say the least. Her as a potential bride for the Chola Kula Surya Manikkam? "Iliya Piratti, how can I ever be eligible for the brave and radiant Ponniyin Selvan, the heartthrob of every girl in Chozha Naadu?" 

Kundavai gave her a reassuring smile " I know the world sees you as timid and I also learnt from your uncle that you are prone to fainting spells. But I believe that every woman is an avatar of Adi Parashakti and I'll help you discover the courage that resides in you" Vanathi stared at the woman in front of her. This is why people say she is the brain of the royal family! An idea germinated in her mind - yes, she will become strong. She will become the Vanathi that Kundavai aspires to see and show the world her true self. She nodded in determination "Thank you Iliya Piratti"

Kundavai continued to smile at her "I don't have a sister. Could you be that for me? If yes then you can call me Akka from now, Vanathi" She said gently.

Vanathi was floating on cloud nine by now. She came here unwillingly to what she assumed was to be an apprentice under Kundavai Devi and now she became a part of the family in the same day. Maybe this journey was going to be life-changing for her as her uncle mentioned.

"Yes Akka" She said fondly looking at the woman she began to feel great admiration for.

Since that day Vanathi had ended up becoming Kundavai's shadow, she had won Illiya Piratti's heart with her innocence and simplicity. Kundavai's influence on the other hand has  also transformed the introverted Vanathi into a bright , cheerful girl. She took extra care to make sure her Uyir Thozhi is comfortable in Pazhayarai, she took Vanathi with her to the temples and the various functions she has to attend , gives her private lessons and tells her tales about his beloved thambi: Ponniyin Selvan.

Vanathi has been hearing this name since she was child , she had heard tales about his beauty , his intelligence, his benevolence . He is a jewel of the Chozha Nadu adored by everyone, he is every girl's heartthrob, but Vanathi couldn't be less interested. Even though Kundavai akka had repeatedly told her how she is perfect for her thambi and how he is perfect for her , Vanathi never felt overjoyed at the prospect of marriage with The Chola Ilavarasan. Unlike the other girls Vanathi never dreamed of getting married; her daydreams only had one man in it , her future son.  Although she he had recently learned from the gossip of the Anthapuram that a child is impossible without marriage ,but somehow she could never imagine being married to a prince and leading a life of a queen like Sembiyan Mahadevi or Vanavan Mahadevi , that life doesn't interest her. Rather she always wanted a simple life, a life filled with love and simpler joys . She wanted a husband who would make her laugh, share his life with her. Can a prince do that? Can Ponniyin Selvan ever understand that?

Vanathi didn't had the answer to it. 

Want to see AMV and Vanathi meet up? Stay tuned to the next part..

@ramcharanobsessed @dumdaradumdaradum @vibishalakshman @harinishivaa @hollogramhallucination @kovaipaavai@rang-lo. @willkatfanfromasia@thelekhikawrites@thegleamingmoon@deafeningflowercat@yehsahihai@whippersnappersbookworm@itsfookingloosah@gemsmusings@chiyaanvikram@elvenladysakura. @matka-kulfi. @madatdisney@bumblebeeskywalker@vahnithedreamer@nkarti@dosai-maavu@utterlynotperfect@winter-birds@happy-bookworm @tumbledout @anabanana4115 @freeunknownwasteland @bhataktiatmacore@rapunzels-stuff@celestesinsight@mairablue@rationalelderberry@existenceiswhateven@arachneofthoughts@spider5884fan11 @cara-2003 @nirmohi-premika @stella12 @thereader-radhika

#ponniyin selvan #ponniyin selvan 2 #arulmozhi #vanathi #kundavai #arulmozhi varman #vanmozhi

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Red

Just a little something I felt I needed to get on paper; again with the encouragement of my RG brainrot partner in crime @ken-dom

It's Driver x Reader and it's NSFW so 18+ only (I actually tried really hard to make it fluff and FAILED so enjoy)

He tips his head curiously watching as you walk up the rainsoaked path; heels clicking on the cement as you offer him a soft smile. 

You're dressed immaculately, looking like you had stepped off the pages of one of those LA fashion magazines. His breath hitches ever so slightly in his throat as he takes you in. The thing catching his attention most was the bright red shade you wore on your lips, even in the dark of night.

It's date night. For him, date night is something as simple as driving, obviously. 

You don't typically dress up for date night, usually you like to be comfortable; but tonight, tonight you were feeling ambitious. Outfit, make up, the whole nine yards. 

You chuckled quietly to yourself, his reaction was exactly what you had hoped for. 

A pair of strappy black heels on your feet, a tight black leather mini skirt hugging your hips, a red silk cami under a leather jacket. 

"Hi" You smile as you reach the car door he's holding open, very aware of his lingering eyes. 

"Hi" He says softly, no hint of a smile anywhere on his boyish features. 

You pause for a beat, extending your neck to peck him gently on the cheek. You breathe a laugh, reaching to wipe the lip print away that had been left behind, before slipping into your usual place in the passenger seat. 

His heart skips a beat at the lightness of your touch as he closes the door and makes his way around the car, climbing in behind the wheel. He had decided then and there, tonight he would kiss you. Bringing that fantasy that played on repeat in his mind to reality.

You rest your head on the back of the bench seat, eyes closed. He felt safe for you, comfortable. Your silent, dark drives were a welcome routine at the end of a busy week. 

Your eyes flutter open feeling a strong warm hand on your thigh, squeezing gently. 

You unbuckle and slide across the smooth leather and he lifts his arm, dropping it back around you as you nestle against him. 

He wasn't one for public displays of affection, but when you were alone, just the two of you, you saw on occasion, his gentle side.

He had only noticed that you drifted off when you whimpered in your sleep; he glanced down briefly, and you were leaned against him with your eyes closed, you must have been dreaming; he wondered what about…him? Maybe?

You're not sure when, but at some point you had drifted off and had only realized when you felt yourself being lifted from the car. He slung your arms loosely around his neck, one arm around the small of your back, the other under your knees. You leaned on his shoulder, your eyes closed but listening to his steady breathing. 

He knows you're awake, you would have been heavier had you actually been asleep, but he didn't mind, he liked holding you close, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder, the smell of your conditioner wafting under his nose with the gentle breeze after the earlier rain. 

He shifts your legs draped over his forearm slightly, but doesn't wake you, the soft jingle of his keys as he unlocks the door to your apartment. 

He crosses the threshold and kicks the door closed with his foot. 

Deciding you've tortured the poor man enough, you shift in his arms, taking advantage of your position, kissing his neck, sucking gently, leaving faded red lip prints behind, not bothering to wipe these ones away. 

He sets you on your feet and you turn with your arms still wrapped around his neck. His gloved hands find their way to your waist. 

His intense blue eyes study your face, his clouded by shadow in the dark room, the rhythmic flash of blue, green, and pink neon splashing across the walls. 

You both stand without speaking, he likes that he can do that with you, but for him it's anything but silent; his heartbeat is thudding in his ears. Jesus Christ you're beautiful. 

His hand is already reaching before his brain fully registers his movement.

A leather clad hand cups your cheek and you lean into his touch, eyes fluttering closed, a small hum in the back of your throat.

You sigh heavily as he stands silent in front of you. You open your eyes again as his hand stays, warm against your skin. 

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" 

You speak softly, but it still seems too loud. 

Your lips are moving, but he barely hears what you ask, his attention focused on the weight of your cheek in his hand, on your red painted lips. They're perfect…too perfect. 

Lips part slightly taking in air as his gloved thumb drags across them, red lipstick smearing across the worn leather and your cheek.  

You gasp and he feels his skin prick with excitement and he can't help himself as he closes the distance between you. 

You're suddenly stumbling backwards on your feet, a strong arm around your waist keeping you from injuring yourself on your heels before you're pinned against the wall. Before you can process what’s happened, his mouth is on yours with a desperate urgency, but he still seems so calculated in his movements, like if he moves wrong you’ll shatter in his hands. 

In an attempt to ease his nerves…and maybe yours, if only slightly…you pull him against you, his body flush with yours; kissing him back with that same hungry need. He bites your lip roughly and you cry out into his mouth only to return the favour. 

His primal need gets the better of him as soon as he tastes your lips on his; he loses himself in the moment, teeth tugging on your pouty bottom lip. He doesn’t have a chance to pull away, to apologize for getting out of hand, because, and much to his delight, you trap his lip between your own teeth before you let out a moan next to his ear; fingers twisting in his hair at the nape of his neck.

It takes every ounce of willpower he has not to cum in his pants on the spot. Not only is his deepest fantasy unfolding right before his eyes, but you, you seem to want it just as badly as he does. 

You roll your hips into his, desperate to feel him, to feel more. He groans into your neck and it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. You pull back to look at him and you could swear for a fraction of a second you saw fear in his eyes. 

“I’m not made of glass” you whisper “I want this, I want you”

Something inside him snaps then, giving way like a burst dam. He’s frantic, but not clumsy as he tugs your leather jacket off your shoulders; you have half a second of clarity and enough mind to step out of your heels, kicking them out of the way as your shirt is lifted over your head, skirt tugged off your hips, dropping to the floor. 

He has to remind himself to breathe, especially once you start pulling at his clothes; your hands pushing up his shoulders, under his scorpion jacket, he shrugs it off and it falls to the floor. He’s amazed that you haven’t gotten your hands tangled together in your frenzied stripping, clothes littering the floor at both your feet. 

You’re surprised, but keep quiet when you see him tug his driving gloves off, biting the middle finger of the first before harshly tugging off the second. He lifts you off your feet with ease, as you lock your ankles around his naked back, his cock twitches against your throbbing centre, making you clench your thighs around his hips. 

His hands slide up your smooth bare back, tangling in your hair; another moan slips out as he tugs roughly, making your head snap back exposing your neck. 

You grind against him, your body wrapped around him so effortlessly and you’ve given him permission, his head swims with possibilities, scenarios he thought he would only ever dream of. 

You’ve snapped your head back, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy; and he can’t take it anymore, he has to have you and he has to have you now.

His tongue licks a hot stripe up the length of your neck and you let out a loud moan, your body shivering in his hands. 

A half turn on his heel and you’re flat on your back on what you quickly realize is the top of your kitchen table. You cling to him with a need you can’t explain as he pulls you to the table’s edge, his hips lining up perfectly with your dripping core from this height. You bite your lip, watching him get completely lost in his own thoughts, eyes devouring your naked body laid out in front of him like a meal on a silver platter. 

He watches your chest rise and fall, heaving  with anticipation; you’re not put together anymore; your hair has fallen out, your skin is flushed, your breathing is ragged. Your perfect lipstick is smudged, no not smudged smeared over your kiss swollen lips and between your legs, is the best part…your cunt is dripping, absolutely soaked and it’s all for him. This is perfect. You are perfect. 

You clear your throat softly and it snaps him back to the present; his bare hands slide up your naked hips and the sensation sends a shiver all over your body as you realize just how exposed you are and then he moans. Quiet and deep, but thick with arousal. 

He leans over you, his weight heavy on your chest as his mouth absolutely devours yours, his tongue claiming every inch of free space; his hands, his bare hands have a firm grip on your hips, thick fingers disappearing into the soft flesh, squeezing hard, like if he let’s go you’ll disappear out from under him. 

A sharp thrust of his hips and in one swift movement you’re filled with him. A loud, cracked, desperate cry is muffled by his mouth moving against yours. 

He stops kissing you only long enough to clench his jaw, sucking a breath in between his teeth “So tight” 

Your nails bite into his back, leaving half moon welts in their wake; the entire length of his cock is enveloped by your tight heat; it’s so good it’s almost painful. You buck your hips gently and he realizes he hasn’t started to move. 

His hips roll slowly at first, but within seconds, his thrust have gotten harder, faster, deeper. You can feel the table shifting under your weight, swaying unsteadily on its own legs as he stands firm on his. 

You’re not even sure how, but he's managed to push all the right buttons, and hit all the right spots; your entire being is racked with lust as he pushes you closer to the edge with each skilled snap of his hips.

You try, but you can’t find the words; you open your mouth as his attacks your neck, leaving harsh bites and nothing but pathetic cries of pure bliss are your response. This only spurs him on further, his breath hot and heavy against your neck, as he mewls sounding as desperate as you feel.

You’re there, teetering on the edge and he can feel it; you’re so fucking close; writhing under him, fingernails scraping down his back, legs locked around his waist so tight it almost hurts. And then…you’re there, begging him not to stop, you’re going to….you’re so- “Don’t-fuck!”

Strained cries as you cling to him as if your life was dependent on it and it’s enough to send him careening over the edge himself, his seed spilling inside you a guttural moan against your neck as he finally feels the release he’s been chasing for what felt like forever.

The small table underneath you rocks a bit too far forward and before you can think to get the words out, it cracks; but before you can crash to the floor you’re crushed against his firm chest and you can feel his heartbeat slamming through, your own beating just as hard. 

He sets you on your feet, careful not to release you too quickly. 

You smile, before gently biting your lip, your eyes meeting his. “I love date night” you whisper and he pulls you tightly against him, lips pressing into your hair as he speaks “Me too”

#fic #drive 2011 #driver x reader #ryan gosling #n sfw

[pars-ley]

Umbra (part two)

Pairing: Demon Jimin x female Angel reader

Summary: Going to a demon for help was the last thing you expected to do but when it’s your only chance to find your soul mate, you have no choice. Even when that demon was your long term rival.

Genre: Soulmate au / Fantasy au / Demons and Angels / Strangers to lovers / Drabble series / Angst / Fluff / Smut

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Mentions of demons / Demon magic / Mentions of hell / Severed animals heads / Mentions of sex and sexual implications / Pervert Demon Seokjin / Mentions of scarring / Hints at previous fights

W/C: 2.7k

Beta: @sun-kore​ thank you so much for your help and your kind words.

Banner: Moodboard by me.

Taglist: @jungkooksbroski​ @hotdamnchimchim​ @clouditae​ @ggukkieland​

Notes: This one has been a really long time coming. Now that I'm getting back into the swing of writing, I'm trying to go back through my WIPS and actually finish them! I’ve already started part three of this series, so if you like the second part, please do let me know.

Staring up at the pawn shop sign, wondering how on earth you ended up here, a notorious demon's cover for his dark magic exploits, you'd never set foot in here in your wildest dreams, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So you force one foot in front of the other and make your way inside; a bell jingles as the door closes. You survey the many trinkets scattering the shelves, searching for any sign of life.

"I'll be right with you." A deep, gravelly voice sounds directly behind you. 

You spin around, but you're met with nothing but empty air. A dark chuckle sounds around you, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

"Well, well, well, I must say I haven't received news that hell has frozen over." The rough voice sounds again. You turn to see him fully materialised before you, the broad-shouldered fiend himself, Seokjin.

"Believe me, I never thought I'd cross paths with you again."

He smirks and drifts towards you. "Ah yes, the last time wasn't so pleasant for me." His fingers skate across the scar that patterns his neck and creeps up his jaw. A lightning bolt of puckered skin created by you.

"But I have to admit, I am a sucker for your pretty face, and it has filled my dreams at night ever since our meeting." His fingers gently tuck your hair behind your ear, his digits managing not to touch you but still sending a sickly shiver along your spine.

"That makes you a very serious masochist." You reply, impatience forming a hot pit in your chest, threatening to erupt.

A seductive smile stretches his plump lips. "Mmmm, indeed."

"I'm here because I need your help." You add quickly, interrupting his hungry gaze that wanders across your body.

He freezes, eyes popping slightly before laughter bellows out from him. "You must be desperate if you've come to me. But, I'm sorry," he composed himself, "I find your misfortune pleases me somewhat." 

You roll your eyes. "Thanks. Now, are you going to help me or not."

"Just straight to it, no foreplay, no warm-up, nothing, um?" He looks at you, a cheeky glint in his eyes. "But I wonder, what are you willing to bargain for in exchange for my help?"

 He closes the remaining gap between you, his hand winding around your waist and pressing your body against his.

 "How far are you willing to go?"

Your smoky tendrils wrap around his wrists and ankles keeping him in place and unable to move. "I'm willing to not shop you in and let you continue practising your dark magic off the radar. That's what I'm offering." You say through gritted teeth, every fibre of your being coiled and tense, ready to spring.

He moans at your magical grip on him. "I love it when you talk dirty."

You snake extra tendrils around his throat and squeeze, cutting off his air supply. "Or I could just get rid of you myself and find another low-life demon to help me. One who will keep his hands to himself."

His reddening face manages a smile and a nod. You release him. The gasp of air he takes fills the tense silence in the room.

"Ok, ok." He says between breaths. "Can't blame a guy for trying, right?" Winking at you, his hand comes up to his neck,  massaging the red mark you've left there. He smooths his hair back and takes a breath.

 "What is it I can do to assist you?"

His face flashes behind your eyes for a moment, smooth skin, piercing eyes, and that perfect smile you got only a glimpse at. "I need to find someone."

Seokjin stares at you before waving his hand in a 'continue' motion. "I need more to go on, love."

"A demon has disappeared, and I need you to tell me where he is."

His face turns serious. "You want me to help you find one of your marks." He scoffs.

"He's not a mark. This is personal." Your eyebrows knit together, attempting to keep the desperation out of your voice.

His eyes narrow at you. "Then why? Angels don't mix with demons for the fun of it. So you expect me to believe you won't turn him in or kill him?"

You sigh and rub your temples. "You can believe what you want; nevertheless, I need this demon, but he disappeared right before me a few days ago, and I've been unable to find him."

He chuckles. "Sounds like he's not interested, dear."

"He didn't dissolve. He literally disappeared. He was right in front of me one moment; next, he was gone."

Seokjin frowns. "Now, this has piqued my interest."

He walks to the shop door, locks it, and turns the closed sign face out. 

"Come." 

He beckons you to the back of the store with a crooked finger, leading you out through a thin veil curtain. The dark green material billows around you and paves the way to a dark staircase, unnaturally so. You take hesitant steps down, your heart beating harder with every movement descending into the inky abyss.

A loud click and dim light illuminates everything in the basement and leaves enough shadows for your eyes to search for danger.

"Come and sit." He points to the large wooden table in the centre of the room.

You stop in your tracks, however, when you notice the seemingly real but very dead animals attached to various parts of the walls. They were slightly decayed, skin discoloured and disintegrating, yet there was no smell in the air or flies around. The magic aura surrounding it was an impressively powerful one. You sit on one of the chairs, fingertips grazing the scorch marks etched dark and deep into the grain of the old oak. You sift through them, running a finger over the demonic runes and curses which cover the tabletop.

"Now, demons don't just disappear." Seokjin starts, standing beside you, "and it doesn't sound like he was banished. Was there any smoke or a mark on the floor once he'd disappeared?"

You shook your head. "No, I was staring him right in the face, and it was like I blinked, and he was gone."

Seokjin watches you carefully, eyes narrowed and suspicious. Finally, he sits down, leaning back in his chair, stroking his chin with his long crooked fingers, nails black and scorched from the dark magic.

"How long have we known each other, angel? Ninety years?"

You shrug, your knee bouncing impatiently, but you force it down, clasping your knees together. "Give or take."

"Hm," he nods. "I know there is something you're not telling me. But believe me when I say I cannot help you unless you tell me everything." 

Sighing, you rub your burning, tired eyes. "Fine." Pulling your sleeve roughly and slamming your arm on the table for him to see. 

Your soul-mate mark was now a glowing white, illuminating your arm against the dark wooden backing. 

"Ah, you've found your mate; how sweet." He mocks. "And let me guess, this demon has kidnapped your new mate, and once you find him, you'll exact revenge, yada, yada, yada. Am I close?" He leans forward, resting both arms on the table. 

Your chest burns with the acid rising up from your churning stomach, unable to believe the words you are about to utter. "The demon is my mate."

It takes you a few moments in the silence that follows that statement to look at Seokjin, but when you do, his wide-eyed frozen face is almost enough to amuse you. The longer the silence stretches on, the more deafening it becomes, and with your current state of mind, you can't cope much longer.

"Seokjin, we're wasting time."

He snaps out of it, confused eyes focused on yours and mirroring your own mixed feelings in the glassy black optics. "I, um, I have some questions."

Your breath leaves in a frustrated huff.

His hands come up in a defensive position. "I'm sorry, but this is very new for me. In all my years, I've never heard of this happening… inter-species mating…permanently. Not even a whisper of it, and trust me, the things I have been privy to about our worlds, I could shock you."

"I doubt that. Not many things shock me about your world or mine anymore."

"Ah," he leans in, one perfectly pointed eyebrow sharp and raised straight for you, like an accusatory dagger. "But this little scenario did, did it not?" He stretches out and strokes his bent finger across your mark, making bile rise and anger alight your veins. 

You grab his wrist and twist it fast, but he's faster, grabbing your other wrist with his free hand and turning it hard enough that with one more movement, it would snap.

"We appear to be at a stalemate, sweetheart." 

Your teeth snap shut, an attempt to control some of your anger but also as a preventive to not let him know how much pain he's inflicting. 

"Are you going to help me or not? I don't have time for games." You spit.

He smirks, eyes fiery with lust and mistaken superiority. "Yes, I'll help. Purely now, because I have my own questions that need answering."

"Well, get in line, buster."

He laughs and releases the grip on your wrist. In return, you do the same, sitting down quickly before you change your mind about breaking some part of him. God, he'd be a dead man if you didn't need him.

"If we're going to…go all the way," he can't help the smile that tugs at one side of his mouth. "I'm going to need a little bit of trust. Can you do that?" 

You scoff. "Can you promise you won't touch me again?"

He sucks in a slow, deep breath. "I'll try my hardest, angel, but you need to give me something to think about on those nights I wake up from dreams of you." 

You feel your top lip turn up into an uncontrollable grimace. "Have I not hurt you enough today, already?"

His deep cackle vibrates through you as he strokes the wrist you just released. "With you, it would never be enough." But then he mimes, making a cross against his heart. 

"That would mean something if you had one in there." You jibe.

He holds the place on his chest where one should be, as if you've wounded him. "Ouch. Uncalled for."

Rolling your eyes, you shrug out of your jacket, sensing you are here for the long run, and ignore his eyes on your body as you do so.

"Ok, let's find this demon, shall we?" His bright smile unnerves you. "I need you to put your palms on the table, close your eyes and picture his face in your mind. Can you do that?"

You give a curt nod and do as he says, even if every fibre of your being screams against it.

The scorch markings under your palms feel strange as the sweat on your hands makes you stick to the table. You peek out of one eye at Seokjin to see him mirroring your stance, eyes wholly shut. He could almost look handsome with his usual smug face impassive…almost.

"Close your eyes." He orders, making you squeeze them shut tight and fight the smile that threatens beneath the surface.

You focus your mind and think of only him. Seems crazy to think you're bound to someone, and yet, you don't even know his name.

His face appears behind your eyelids, perfect smooth skin that practically glows. Plump lips that stretch into an exhaustingly beautiful smile and dark eyes like crescent moons. You see the way his blonde hair moves in the hint of a breeze, the curve of his Adams apple as he swallows. You're eager to reach out and touch his throat, sliding your fingers down his skin, wondering if it would feel like silk under your touch.

A noise interrupts the eerie silence, a low hum in the air. The palms of your hands start to burn as the marks on the table grow hotter, the air feeling thick and heavy around you, static, making your hair stand on end, but you ignore it, shoving it down and focusing just on the picture in your mind. 

"There you are…" you hear Seokjin whisper, so eager to open your eyes but daring not to in case the spell breaks and your chance of finding him diminishes. "What on earth?" 

"What?" You whisper, unable to contain the impatience.

Your hair falls down around your face, and the heat underneath your hands subsides, the wood feeling cold and the silence deafening once again.

"I found him." Seokjin's deep voice sounds into the quiet, barely a whisper but seeming louder than ever. 

"And?" You lean forward on the edge of the chair, waiting for his next words.

He finally meets your eyes, a sombre look deep in the onyx orbits staring back at you. "He's in hell."

You frown and shake your head. "What does that even mean?"

"I mean that very literally, love. He's in hell. That's where you'll find him." 

You stare blankly at the demon in front of you, so many questions race through your mind leaving you unable to focus on any particular one. 

How is this possible? Was he banished by someone? How can you get him? An angel in hell is almost unheard of…not since…

"You want my suggestion?" Seokjin breaks your wild thoughts. "If it was me? I'd leave him there, life-mate or not."

You push away from the table, ready to leave, not wanting to hear anything that won't help you.

"But…" he continues, and something in his voice makes your feet stop, wanting to hear his following words. "I know you won't be able to do that, so...I'll help you."

You turn, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "For a price?"

He smiles, "everything has a price sweetheart."

"Name it."

He stands and strides slowly toward you. Your body tense, ready to run or fight, a natural instinct you can't unlearn. His hand comes up to your face, hesitating for a moment, searching your eyes for permission. Then, for a moment, he seems to soften, his eyes almost pleading before his nonchalant mask returns, and his hand drops without touching you.

"You leave me and my shop alone for good." 

You breathe a sigh of relief. Of course, that would be what he wants. And that you could give him.

"And when I say you, I mean all of you." 

Now that is a little harder; there’s a long list of angels and other species who hunt delinquents, some for work and some for sport. Getting the other angels to Ignore his dealings would be a hard sell, but maybe his helping of an angel return safely from the depths of hell could work in his favour.

"Provided we return safely?" You press.

He nods, his eyes wild like a cat preparing to pounce on a mouse.

"Deal."

You put your hand out, and he eagerly takes it, lifting it to his mouth and inhaling your scent deeply. He moans, the sound turning your stomach but annoyance overrides it. When you feel his lips touch your skin, you snatch your hand away and storm up the basement stairs.

"What, no ‘thank you’?" He calls out.

"Thanks." You mumble as you slam the basement door shut.

You feel his breath against your ear, knowing full well if you turned, he wouldn't be there. "Be here tomorrow at two am." 

The shiver it sends down your spine makes your feet move faster to leave the building, and as soon as that door closes behind you, you finally feel like you can breathe again.

You absentmindedly rub the back of your hand; an irritation persists, and when you look down, to see a dark mark where his lips touched the skin, all around it red and sore. The sight makes you want to race back in there and rip those lips right off his face, but the sound of his laughter from inside, knowing he's watching you still, made you want to get away as soon as possible. You stick your middle finger up and march in the direction of home. 

#bangtanarmynet #thebtswritersclub #kvanity #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts jimin #bts park jimin #park jimin #jimin #bts jimin x reader #bts jimin fanfiction #bts jimin fanfic #park jimin fanfiction #park jimin fanfic #jimin fanfiction #jimin fanfic #demon jimin #demon au #soulmate au #strangers to lovers #angels and demons #bts soulmate au #bts strangers to lovers au #bts demon au

[antclan-blogs]

MOON 7

Rivernose has gotten a running nose. Hushstep’s cracked pads have healed. Furledfog wandered out onto the territory and died peacefully.

This moon’s (very depressing) story under the cut!

Mossgleam crashed through the leaf barrier and skidded into camp, wailing audibly as they circled the clearing in distress.

“Mossgleam, what’s wrong?” Slightstar mewed calmly, stopping the Antclan warrior in their tracks. Mossgleam looked as if they were about to cry as they struggled to speak.

“F-furledfog!” They yowled, tears in their eyes. “She’s dead!”

Shock rippled through the camp as the cats, whom had been slowly gathering around the dramatic scene, took in the news. Chaffinchbounce, standing at Slightstar’s shoulder, stumbled slightly and ducked his head in grief.

Slightstar’s eyes widened and she took a step back. “Where is she?” Was all the Antclan leader asked in a somber tone. Mossgleam, still sobbing, beckoned with their tail and slowly led the way out of camp.

The entire clan followed Mossgleam into the territory, following the forking path into the small clump of forest just beside Mouseburrows. To an outsider, it must have looked like a long line of ants, marching single file with heads down and tails drooping.

Slightstar laid her tail to rest on Chaffinchbounce’s shoulder. She knew that her deputy had been particularly close with the sharp-tongued elder, and felt his grief as if it was her own.

The slow procession snaked into the forest, and Mossgleam came to a halt beside a large oak tree. Steadily, the cats of Antclan fanned out until they sat in a circle surrounding the tree. At the foot of the magnificent wooden giant lay Furledfog, the first of Antclan’s founders to die.

Hushstep sat with his pelt brushing Berrypaw’s, looking down on the elder tearfully. “Was she sick?” The young medicine cat murmured. “Was there something I could have done?”

“No.” Mossgleam said, a certainty to their tone. “I would have known. Furledfog—Furledfog was an old cat. We all knew this would happen one day.”

“She said she was just going for a walk!” Sunleopard wailed. “I was guarding the camp at dawn, and she told me not…not to wait around for her.”

Badgerdust drooped his tail around his former apprentice’s shoulders and sighed. “Furledfog was a great cat. Before Antclan, she lived a peaceful life as a rogue, and had many friends. This is her rest. She deserves it, Starclan knows.”

There was silence in the forest as Antclan mourned for several minutes. Eventually, Badgerdust and Hushstep each gently took Furledfog’s scruffy pelt in their jaws and carefully lifted her. All the way back to camp, Chaffinchbounce could be heard sniffling.

“She’ll be buried in the morning.” Slightstar meowed solemnly. “For tonight, let us sit vigil for Furledfog—a brilliant mind, a kind heart, and a treasured member of Antclan.”

As the cats of Antclan gathered around Furledfog’s body, Berrypaw noticed how peaceful she looked. Though he and Hushstep had checked over and over, and were both certain that she had died of old age, Berrypaw thought that she looked as though she could be sleeping.

“She’s so peaceful…” he whispered to Hushstep. “I’ve never seen a dead cat before.”

“She’s with Starclan now.” Hushstep smiled down at his apprentice. “No doubt she’s complaining about how cold it is up there.”

Berrypaw let out a choked laugh as he remembered Furledfog’s endless moaning and groaning on cold days in Antclan. He wouldn’t miss extracting ticks from her fur or changing her bedding, but he would certainly miss her.

bro i almost cried writing this i’m so depressed…poor furledfog man i loved her

#warrior cats #clangen #antclan #clan generator #warriors

[philtstone]

Aragorn/Arwen, 33

#33 -- your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard meleth = love/my love. a missing scene from fellowship of the ring bc i had to write some arthurian level yearning or whatever

They cross paths in one of Imladris's many halls, as she is exiting a room. Not the room, wherein the small Halfling is fluttering back from the edge of doom under her father's careful ministrations. But a room. Arwen was folding clean bandages, for something to do.

There has always been some quietly striking thing about Estel, the way he is at all times, even covered in grime and with an expression that does not well hide his fear. He looks as if he ran the entire remaining distance to Rivendell on foot, with three panicky Hobbits in tow besides. Which, in part, she is sure he must have.

"Arwen," he begins, not quite on a pant, but startled by her appearance and desperate enough for her to inhale and step forward, reaching for him.

"Unharmed," she says, of herself, and then, "healing, under my father's hand. We made it across the river in safety."

He makes to grasp the hand she offers him but Arwen reaches for his cheek instead. She watches his eyes close and feels the tacky, bristly jaw beneath her fingers. Here in the gentle, clean glow of her father's house he stands out in a way he had not in the wild, yet unwashed and so very obviously a man. Very warm, as he always is, but the damp heat under his skin confirms his carefully-hidden distress further. His cloak is hanging lopsided from familiar broad shoulders and his hair is a nest. She wishes to tease him again, as she did in the woods, but finds in this moment she cannot; she's missed him dearly.

They inhale, together, her hand upon him. Arwen is no fool; his trust in her did not discount the real danger and magnitude of their last several hours.

"You're injured," he says, even through his closed eyes. "And you've been weeping."

Arwen touches her free hand to the mostly-faded cut on her cheek. An injury it is not. She allows his lover's perspective nonetheless.

"You know that I weep often," she chooses to say.

"Do you?" Rhetorically, in a restrained murmur.

"Yes; I am quite as tender-hearted as you are, my love."

Estel opens his eyes, startled into a sudden laugh, which stretches crooked and a little pained across his face. It is then that they both relax. They are alone in the corridor; dear Frodo is alright; she wishes very much to kiss him.

"Unharmed," Aragorn repeats, on an exhale this time, one further bout of confirmation. Arwen has come to learn this about men -- this man -- the small stretch of time required to come to terms with a simple truth. There is something soothing about its necessity. But her peace is disrupted almost immediately; quite suddenly she is feeling the strain of want in her throat as he smooths rough fingers over her wrist, then her palm, lifting her hand away just so from his face.

"Arwen," he says a second time, very differently. "Meleth ..."

Oh, to fall into his arms ...

"You are very filthy, Estel," she says instead, allowing a touch of that teasing to return.

He turns his head and kisses the inside of her wrist in response, long and lingering and silent and warm, and holds her gaze all the while.

Her name is called, once, twice, from the room she only just exited.

"My lady Arwen!"

She sighs and he releases her, offers her the smallest of bows and another tired smile, and goes, presumable to check on his charges. But she is smiling in return. Time is not something she had great consideration for until she met Estel. She thinks of it now -- its brevity, its urgency. For now, Arwen hopes, they have escaped the danger, and may see each other happy for a short while longer.

#okay so ive always been incapable of being normal about them but i think making maya watch the movies w me has pushed me #over the edge #so thanks 2 zainab for enabling that #1) i dont actually know if i am breaking canon by accident bc so much abt Timelines goes unsaid in fellowship BUT THE VIBES... necessary #2) the ending is. questionable. but this prompt had to be posted ive been writing and rewriting it for a week lol #my writing #lord of the rings #aragorn #arwen #aragorn x arwen #they ... #the fellowship of the ring #taylor swift prompt meme

[captainderyn]

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

Oof totally didn't mean to have this sitting in my ask box for so long but, I'm finally feeling back into the groove enough to write! For Emeldir and Risha no less :) (EDIT TO ADD: That note was from months ago lol. 6/24/2023 Deryn says: Sorry this took so damn long, enjoy these two being idiots!)

Set sometime in the grey area of their relationship, when Risha isn't ready to admit she has feelings, and Emeldir is feeling so many things way to much all at once.

(Important to note, Em's flirting is nothing like in-game)

--

If Emeldir kept stuffing his foot in his mouth whenever he talked to Risha he was never going to get the taste of rubber out of it.

He didn't know where he kept going wrong. She was mad about his optimism, mad about how he flew his ship, mad at his idealistic need to help those who were struggling and to top it off downright angry at every offer he made to help her.

Frankly, Risha seemed irritated at his very existence.

It should have turned him away, sent him running into the arms of someone else.

It didn't. Not even close.

There was nothing thrill-of-the-game in the way his want for her gnawed at his mind.

She wasn't some challenge to be conquered, some wild spirit to be tamed.

It was as simple as an insistent tug, pulling him towards her, like they were meant to walk on the same path. It was inexplicable, confusing, and something he continually side stepped.

He doubted he could voice any of this without sending her running for the hills. He wouldn't voice any of this, wouldn't dare, when he was certain that she hated his guts.

So he kept his roiling, confusing emotions to himself. Tucked them away for later, tried and failed to focus his attention elsewhere.

Even if time and missions spent together seemed to ease Risha's iciness towards him, he didn't know that it would ever melt.

When they found themselves alone in the airlock, shrugging off their jackets that smelled of sweat and smoke, he wasn't sure exactly what he was in for. Her expression was unreadable, her silence hanging thick in the air as she tugged her rifle over her head and leaned it against the wall.

He looked to the side as she moved to stand in front of him, unable to meet the look on her face. They were so close that if one of them so much as shifted their bodies would brush together. He could feel the rustle of her duster jacket fluttering against him with the air from the vents.

"You need a haircut." Her words were...

"What?" Emeldir blinked, brain short circuiting entirely as her slender fingers were suddenly in his hair, giving it a ruffle.

The eye roll she must have given was apparent in her voice, "Your hair. It's a mess."

Sure, it'd grown out a bit, floppy and tousled and rather untamed since the last time they'd been able to stop off somewhere to find a decent barber. He'd hardly call it a mess, he still maintained it diligently as ever and--

And her hand slid town his face, halting at his jaw. Her fingers brushed lightly across the bit of scruff that had grown in, barely more than a shadow. He let the pressure of her hand tilt his head this way, then that, too stunned to do anything else.

He was pretty sure his heart was going to burst out of his chest. Or his face was going to melt away for how hot his skin was burning.

"Trying to look the part?"

Her well meaning jabs and her ill intentioned jabs were so difficult to tell apart that it took him a moment to grasp the humor in her voice.

He dared a glance up at her. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Think I'm going to bite? Cat got your tongue, captain?"

Emeldir opened his mouth, struggling to both find his voice and get enough parts of his brain to fire to form words. "I..."

What did she want from him, exactly? If he said all the things on his mind she'd certainly climb right back over any of the walls she'd let down.

But the way she was looking at him, stars, he still wasn't thinking when he said, "I want to kiss you."

The perfectly maintained crescents of Risha's nails raked across his skin as she went to jerk away, only to freeze before she actually did. Her eyes widened, a storm brewing in them, and it was then that Emeldir processed what he'd said.

"I'm so sorry," he fumbled, making to step backwards only for his heel to hit the wall, "That was not meant to leave my mouth. I'm not saying that you have to...wait no that sounds bad. Scratch that I'm--"

His cheeks burned, he wanted to throw himself out the airlock. Plunge into the engines. Crawl under his bed and die. All of the above.

Risha smushed a finger against his lips, "Stop talking."

She narrowed her eyes at him, eyes sliding from his down to his lips. Her finger caressed across them lightly, sending goosebumps popping up across his skin.

This was it. This was the end for him.

"You don't have to." he stammered out again, against her demand, painfully aware of the multitude of reasons what he said was absolutely stupid, the least of which being the fact that, "I know you hate me."

His fingers grazed down his chin, light as a feather before seizing tight. He was almost certain was going to pass out when he felt her breath brush against his lips, hers a hairsbreadth away,

"Captain," There was a warning to her voice that killed any protest building in his chest again. Then she tilted her head, looking up at him from beneath her lashes.

Absurdly, he realized the sweat and heat had smudged some of her mascara onto her upper and lower lids.

"What if I want to?"

Her words barely registered in his frazzled mind, his reply even less so, "Then do it."

All logical thought zipped from his mind as she pressed up onto her toes, slanting her mouth against his. His back hit the wall of the airlock as he steadied himself, hands uselessly fluttering at his sides.

It was everything, it was confusing, it was heat zipping across his skin as his nerves alit and it his mind going entirely blank.

Risha's lips were soft, the gloss she wore everyday sweet.

The kiss was brief, too brief, and in a daze he leaned after her before reality snapped back into place and his eyes shot open.

Risha had already retreated, seizing up her rifle. He didn't miss the flush staining her cheeks a brilliant red.

She cleared her throat, eyes darting him up and down before away,

"Get a haircut next time we're on planet. And buy a razor to shave."

Those were her parting words as she exited the airlock, leaving Emeldir dumbfounded and clueless as ever.

What in the blighted stars was he going to do?

#captainderyn writes #kiss prompts #swtor #swtor fanfic #risha drayen #smuggler/risha drayen #swtor smuggler #oc: Emeldir #otp: the stars guided me to you #going through my drafts with the wild inclination to finish some that I haven't yet #sorry this took so damn long grey lol but we got there in the end #i really do love them and their confusing to start out with relationship

[bungalowbear]

Across the Stars II

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!reader

Warnings: mentions of war, violence, death

Summary: When the Supreme Chancellor is kidnapped by General Grievous you accompany Shaak Ti to Coruscant. Order 66 is declared, forcing you to face off against a friend.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: This part takes place during Episode III. I’m kinda going with what my ideas are so sorry for the big jumps in time. Maybe sometime in the future I’ll do small drabbles to fill in gaps. But for now, please enjoy!

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You step out of your quarters on Kamino and start in the direction of the training room. As you walk down the white corridor, platoons of clones rush past. You stop one of the officers and ask what is happening.

“Coruscant is under attack,” he tells you. “We have orders to leave as soon as possible. The General is already on route to the hangar.”

You thank him before racing away. The large blast doors of the hangar are open and you see squads of clones boarding ships. When you finally spot the Togruta you run straight for her.

“Master!”

Shaak Ti turns when you call her name. She stands at the foot of a ship’s open ramp. With her long montrals and Jedi robes slightly pooling around her feet, she is the picture of power and authority. Many falter before her, but the many years as her padawan, and admittedly, Anakin’s influence throughout your academy years, have given you confidence when approaching her.

“Is it true?” You cut straight to the point. “Is Coruscant under attack?”

“Yes,” she says. “I’ve been ordered to protect the Chancellor.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “you must stay here to oversee operations while I am away.”

“I won’t let you face this alone.” You cross your arms, expression set with determination. “You can’t stop me, master.”

Her gaze is pondering for a few moments before she sighs. “Very well. I will request a replacement to come in our absence. Are you ready?”

You place your hand on the lightsaber at your hip, nodding. Shaak Ti smirks and you follow her into the ship.

The trip to Coruscant seems too long. And when you finally arrive and touch down on the surface, it’s chaos. There are droids overrunning the capital building and nearly constant blaster fire. You and Shaak Ti fight side by side, advancing toward the front of the capital building where you join up with other Jedi.

“It’s Grievous,” one of them says. “He is making his way to the Chancellor!”

Shaak Ti is quick to move into action, and you’re not far behind. But she suddenly stops and you have to dig your heels hard against the ground to keep from colliding with her.

“What is it?” you ask.

“You’re staying here.”

“What?” You frown. “No. I’m coming with you.”

“That is my order.” She steps up and puts a hand on your shoulder. “You are needed here.”

You turn your head and see another wave of battle droids approaching. Many clone troopers have already fallen and the ones that are left standing are small in number. Several other Jedi have already joined the fight.

Your lips press into a thin line and you giver her a stiff nod. So, you turn and rejoin the battle to help the capital forces while Shaak Ti and two other Jedi enter the building.

You fall into a rhythm, fighting side by side with the clones to strike down every droid in your path. And you are very close to finishing the last of them when, suddenly, you hear a loud crashing sound and look up to see Grievous escaping with the Chancellor. You frown and run into the building, expecting to find the worst.

When you reach the Chancellor’s office you find Shaak Ti and the others on the floor. You drop onto your knees beside her and check for a pulse, sighing in relief when you realize she’s alive and just unconscious. You stand and step around the overturned furniture and toward the window where Grievous escaped through.

Carefully, you stand at the edge and look down at the scene below. The clones have defeated Grievous’s ground forces and are celebrating. A brief grin curves your lips before there’s an ache against your temple. You wince as you sense a disturbance in the force.

You look up into the sky, where you see Grievous’s ship stationed on the outskirts of the planet, troubled at the feeling. But it’s gone as soon as it came.

The next day, Shaak Ti informs you that with the kidnapping of the chancellor you both are staying for a few days while things settle down.

You tell her about the disturbance you sensed. Her advice to you is that you must not let your feelings become clouded by the current happenings and suggests you meditate.

So, decide on a walk around the temple. You recount memories of your training as a youngling in this very place, the only home you’ve ever known.

As you head in the direction of the meditation garden, you pass an open room where the younglings are training. You pause as you hear their excited voices when they notice you. There is a young Wookie, Gungi, that you recognize first along with a few other faces. You wave to them before continuing on.

Being a planet wide city, every inch of Coruscant is crowded with giant structures and ships and lights. But in places like the meditation garden you are better able to connect with nature and to the Force. Shaak Ti once told you that you have a particular sensitivity to force visions. When you were younger they would plague you constantly, but you’d since learned to better master their influence over you. Meditation has been your greatest tool.

When you arrive at the entrance of the garden, it’s like you’ve been transported to another world. Lush green foliage fills up the grand space. Natural light trickles down from above and casts a serene glow over the vibrant plants and colorful flowers. There are various stone paths, which are almost completely hidden within the greenery, but as you choose your own to take you don’t feel lost at all. You step lightly along the stones, following the sound of trickling water, until you arrive at the edge of a thin stream.

You take a seat on the soft dirt, crossing your legs and closing your eyes. You place your hands on your knees and inhale deeply. The steady sound of the stream is what you focus on first, then the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

It’s a strange thing. The more you focus, the more you feel yourself disconnecting from your physical body. Your mind and spirit are free to connect to the Force. At first you feel the warmth of the light, but then the same disturbance from yesterday creeps upon you. Except this time it’s grown more intense. There’s fear. A lot of it.

The vision appears suddenly before you. You are in a dark space, the only light you can see comes from between the thin lines of a metal grate as figures move along on the other side. You hear the steady rhythm of marching feet. There are cries of fear, and pain. The vision intensifies and threatens to overwhelm you.

However, you fight its pull and focus on the weight of the small metal orb resting against your sternum. The necklace Hunter gave you works to anchor you back to the present. The screams and the dark images fade, slowly, as you travel back through the light. You open your eyes and refocus yourself on the surroundings of the garden. You let out a deep sigh.

You lay your hand over your chest, where the orb sits beneath your tunic, and ponder over what just happened. It’s been some time since you’ve experienced a vision as strong as this one. But what surprises you most is how you were able to come out of it. You haven’t had a chance to contact Hunter recently, your roles in the war keeping you both nearly always occupied. However, you can’t deny that you miss him. Probably more than you should.

Getting up from your spot, you leave the garden and make your way back to your quarters. Your feet are muffled against the carpet of the wide hall. The afternoon light shines through the tall windows and onto two familiar figures standing off to the side. Anakin and Master Kenobi appear to be in a heated discussion. So when they pause upon seeing you approach, you simply nod in their direction before carrying on.

Once you’re back in your quarters you sit on the floor with your legs crossed and set up your holopad in front of you, entering Hunter’s frequency. You pull out your necklace and roll the closed orb between two fingers while you wait. You don’t expect Hunter to receive you so you’re pleasantly surprised when a hologram of him appears.

He says your name, sounding more like a question.

You drop your hand. “Hello, Hunter.”

“What’s wrong?” He frowns. “You hardly ever contact me here.”

“I—”

“Hey, there!” Wrecker suddenly appears beside Hunter, almost pushing him out of the chair he’s sitting in. “When are you going to come see us again? You’re missing out on all the fun.”

“Don’t worry, Wrecker,” you chuckle, “I’ve had plenty of my own fun.”

“On Kamino?”

“No.” You shake your head. “Coruscant.”

“Coruscant?” Hunter questions. “You were there?”

Wrecker looks like he wants to keep talking but notices Hunter’s concerned tone and backs away, bidding you a quick goodbye.

“I still am, actually,” you say.

“Are you alright?” Hunter asks. His eyes dart around your face, no doubt looking for any physical evidence of harm you may have sustained. “Are you in trouble?”

“No.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“I just…” Your eyes drop. You exhale slowly before speaking. “I needed someone to talk to.”

“About?”

You take a long pause. He says your name and you finally look up.

“I have this feeling.” Your voice is soft, just above a whisper. “A bad feeling that I can’t shake. I think something terrible is going to happen.”

Hunter leans forward. “Like what?”

“I don’t know. My vision was dark, and I couldn’t make out much.” You frown as frustration swells within you. “I try to see more but I get overwhelmed and I—”

You stop yourself, absently reaching for your necklace. Hunter’s eyes follow the movement.

“I meant what I said. If you ever need me—”

“You have your own assignments, Hunter.” You abruptly cut him off. “Besides, Master Yoda says the future is fluid, always changing. So I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.”

Hunter sighs, shoulders deflating, and you mentally chide yourself for your reaction. You know he only wants to assure you and doesn’t like to see you worry, but there’s also the part of you that knows the attachment to him grows stronger every day. And if you’re to stay a Jedi, then you need to manage your feelings better.

“I’m sorry.”

Hunter sighs. “I get it.”

You hear Tech’s voice off screen, saying they’re receiving another transmission.

“I have to go,” Hunter says. “I’m not sure when we’ll see each other again. So…stay safe.”

You muster a smile despite the ache in your chest. “You too, Hunter.”

His hologram disappears, leaving you alone.

The following night, you’re in the garden again. You’re deep into your meditation when you sense a disturbance in the force. You flinch, pressing a palm to the side of your head at the sudden pain.

Quickly, you stand and leave the garden. Your footsteps hasten toward one of the smaller meditation rooms where you know Shaka Ti is currently in. She must have felt the disturbance as well, and if anyone could give you answers it’s her. She’s among the wisest people you knew.

You don’t bother knocking in your haste to speak with her. And when your finger presses on the side panel and the door slides open, you’re rooted in place when you see Anakin with his lightsaber drawn standing above Shaak Ti where she sits on the ground. You’re about to ask what’s going on, when suddenly he strikes her.

“No!” You run toward your former master, now slumped onto the floor. You cradle her body in your arms and press your ear to her chest. You don’t hear a heartbeat. Confusion. Sadness. Pain. Anger. Your jaw clenches as each emotion rages through you. “What have you done?”

Anakin doesn’t respond. You stay seated on the floor as tears well up in your eyes. Your breath becomes heavy from the sudden wave of your grief, but mostly from your anger. You ground your teeth as the heat of something dark swells inside of you.

You sense Anakin’s movement behind you and swiftly reach for your lightsaber along your hip. You turn your torso and ignite your saber, raising it just in time to collide with Anakin’s. He frowns. Using all your strength, you push him away from you. As Anakin stumbles backward, you get to your feet and settle into your fighting stance.

You know Anakin is a strong force wielder, but he isn’t without his faults. You trained with him in the academy and know his weaknesses. But he also knows yours.

Your grip tightens around the base of your lightsaber as you circle each other. Anakin is the first to attack. His footwork was always better than yours so you find yourself struggling to keep up, barely blocking his strikes to your torso. But you sense his animosity, his need to overcome everyone and everything. And you finally see the full extent of this when your sabers collide and you’re both pressed closely together. You frown at the sinister yellow that has overcome his irises. You know then what he has become.

Your friend is gone, and someone unfamiliar has taken his place.

Anakin pushes hard and sends you backward. But you steady yourself and charge him head on. You don’t hold back as your anger overpowers him. Surprise flashes across his face as you deliver blow after blow, each stronger and harsher than the last. It’s a delicate dance the two of you weave around the room. But eventually the end of your lightsaber catches the side of his arm and he hisses. You use the momentary pause to your advantage and raise your hand to force push him into the wall. He drops his lightsaber and it rolls away from him. You stalk menacingly over to him and tower above him, your own weapon held high above your head and poised to kill.

“You killed her!” you shout, hot angry tears trailing down your cheeks. “How could you?”

You feel the darkness creeping. It’s gnawing at the edges of your mind, whispering for you to bring down your lightsaber. To end him. And in this moment you want to, you really want to.

But then suddenly you feel the slightest vibration against your chest and realize it’s your necklace. The orb must have opened during the fight and only now that you’re still can you feel its familiar rhythm.

Slowly, you come back to yourself. You power down your lightsaber and take a step away from Anakin. He looks up at you with hard set eyes and a deep frown. He goes to stand but you send a swift kick to the side of his head and he slumps down against the wall, unconscious.

You stand there for a moment, taking in what has just happened. You just faced off with Anakin. Because he killed Shaak Ti, a fellow jedi. Why would he do that?

Right as the thought passes through your mind, the sound of blaster fire rings from outside. You walk up to the door, taking one last look at your former master before you turn and leave the room.

As soon as you step into the hall, you spot a squad of clone troopers. You call to them for help, but when they aim their blasters in your direction you’re thankful for your quick reflexes as you’re able to ignite your lightsaber to block and redirect their fire.

“Stand down!” you shout, but your attempt falls on deaf ears as they continue their assault.

You advance on them, moving with quickness and light feet to strike each of them down. When none of the troopers are left standing you survey the pile of bodies around you, trying to understand what is happening. Whatever it is, you know that the Temple is no longer safe and you have to leave.

So you make your way through the halls and strike down more clones that attack you. You’re about to turn a corner when you sense something.

You stop in your tracks. The more you focus the more you recognize the same feeling from your vision. Turning, you see the square vent on the bottom of the wall. Using the force, you rip the metal grate cover from the wall to find a group of younglings huddled together inside, the ones you encountered yesterday.

“It’s only me.” You crouch down to their eye level and hold out your hand. “Come. We must go quickly.”

Gungi is the first to move and take your hand. The rest follow his lead and pile out into the hall. They’re a small group, confused and terrified. With their gazes trained onto you also comes the weight of responsibility. To comfort them. To ensure their safety.

You don’t waste any more time. You instruct them to stay close as you lead them down the hall, hopefully toward your escape.

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[m-jelly]

May I request a Hange x Reader story? 🥺

We are very close friends with Hange at the start of the story. We often hang out together and go to fun locations or hang about at our homes playing video games and laughing at funny movies and shows. With how wonderful Hange has been with us, it’s no surprise we have developed feelings for them 🥰

This is where you will say “Skittles… why…” 🤣

We go hiking with Hange one weekend! We have planned out a day hike on a beautiful, relatively easy trail that is blooming with nature everywhere! However, the two of us have planned to go on a side path for this trail. At the top of a hill, there’s a steep rocky decline for the adventurous. We are feeling the dangerous 👀👀👀

We reach that point and begin to descend. The slope is not a sheer cliff, so you do not need rock-climbing gear. However, the boulders are massive and smooth, making them hard to grip. To safely descend, a person must control their movement as to not slide too quickly and cause a bit of a tumble! We are doing great, making our way down and having a good time. And then……..our pack gets caught between two boulders and we are dangling “like a Christmas tree decoration!” 🤣

You are welcome to figure out the rest of this chaos 👀

Oh helloooo. You got it ;)

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Pairing: Fem!Hange x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: fluff, romance, confessions, love, modern AU, friends to lovers.

Concept: You and Hange go on a walk together with the intention of confessing your love. Everything goes perfectly, you both get closer but as you're climbing down rocks your bag gets caught and you end up hanging there with a little pout. Hange surprises you with her actions.

You gripped the straps of your bag as your walking boots thud against the dirt path. You locked eyes with the floor as your eyes flicked to roots poking through and patchy spots of grass trying to grow on the well-walked path.

You stopped in your path as a squirrel blocked your way. "Mm."

Hange pulled her bag off and opened it up. "I've got something for you, little one." She yanked out her trail mix and collected some nuts. "Here we go."

You smiled as the squirrel took the nuts from Hange's hand and began nibbling away. "Cute."

Hange smiled up at you. "Right?" She stood up and hummed a little laugh. "Ready to go?"

You walked around the happy squirrel and walked with Hange. You nibbled your lip as your body tingled and strong desires filled you. You wanted to hold her hand as you walked, but you were scared she would reject you.

You fiddled more with your things as you walked along with Hange. You kept looking over at her hand and wished you could hold it so bad. You whined a little and didn't focus on where you were walking. Your foot got stuck on a root making you fall forwards with a yelp.

You closed your eyes and expected something hard, but you bumped into something soft. You blushed as a divine scent wrapped around you and a warmth surged through your body. You nuzzled Hange's warm body a little and prayed for this moment to last a little longer.

Hange smiled softly as her cheeks burned. She was happy you fell into her arms. She felt her heart racing as she gave you a little squeeze. "Are you okay? Your ankle damaged?"

You looked up at her with your adorable doe eyes making her melt internally. "I'm okay."

"I'm glad." She helped you to stand. "Maybe I should hold your hand to keep you safe, huh?"

You nodded shyly and took her hand. "Yes."

Hange squeezed your hand tightly before walking the rest of the way down the side path. She looked down at you and found herself smiling and relaxing. She was ready to tell you how she felt near the end of the walk and maybe invite you out for dinner together.

You climbed up the hill and admired the views for a moment. You cuddled up as you took pictures together. You both admired the pictures with goofy smiles on your faces. After taking what you wanted, you slowly moved down the boulders back to the normal path.

Everything went perfectly for you, but as you climbed further you felt a tug. You pulled a little and nothing happened. You slipped a little and hung there with your backpack stuck between the rocks and your toes just inches from the floor.

You cried out and kicked. "HANGE!"

Hange turned to you and laughed. "You're like a Christmas decoration. The best and cutest of all!"

You blushed hard. "Th...thank you. B-But I need help!"

She walked up to you. "I'll help you, but there's something I must do first."

You pouted. "What?"

She tilted her head and smiled a little before softly pressing her lips against yours. She slowly slid her long fingers over your waist. She hummed and pressed into the kiss more. She smiled against your lips when you kissed her right back.

She pulled back and licked her lips. "I've been dying to do that for so long." She giggled. "I'm in love with you."

You blushed hard. "M-Me too."

"Were you planning to confess on this walk?"

"Yes."

Hange laughed. "Me too!" She studied your bag for a moment before undoing the straps. "There we go!"

You dropped down onto your feet. "Thanks."

She pushed the bag up and pulled it close. "Ta-da!"

You clapped your hands. "You're amazing!"

She put the bag back together again and put it on you. "Well, you have a pretty cool and smart girlfriend."

Your cheeks burned. "I do." You held her hands and kissed her. "We should umm...we should go get coffee together. You can have anything you want. My treat."

"YA HOOO!"

You laughed as Hange punched the air in victory. "Let's go!"

Hange hugged your arm. "I'm not going to stop kissing you and cuddling you, so expect a long walk back."

You blushed harder. "Y-Yes!"

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[sayahs-corner]

Beauty in the Broken

Beauty in the Broken

an AU  stony wolf shifter fanfiction

Summary:

Tony Stark is a halfbreed Omega on the run. Notorious for being uncatchable and outwitting those who would try to tame him, Tony doesn’t stay in one place for very long. He doesn’t want to be tied down or beholden to any Alpha because in his experience they bring nothing but pain and terror.

Besides, Tony has not met a wolf he can’t outrun or outfox.

Until now.

Rating: Explicit

Excerpt:

...His panting breaths filled the sudden silence of the wood, making all the fine hairs on his nape and forearms stand on end. It was quiet, too quiet.

Tony wanted to scream with frustrated exhaustion.

The Alpha was near. He fucking knew it. How that bastard was able to track him… it was almost otherworldly. He tried to make himself push forward, but his body was so tired and uncoordinated. He forced one foot in front of the other, jogging drunkenly and careening into trees. He felt like a ping pong ball, or like a blonde chick in a bad horror movie the way he was tearing through the brush, darting fearful glances over his shoulder, the rough bark ripping at the skin of his arms as his shoulders stumbled into the trunks.

Unfortunately Tony had not had the foresight to pack an extra pair of shoes.

Which had him running barefoot through the woods, the sensitive soles of his feet punctured by twigs and barbs.  Exhaustion made him reckless. Gone was the quiet skulk of an animal hiding from pursuers, all that was left was a wounded beast intent on escape, crushing through the undergrowth and all but falling over himself in his attempt to get away.

Mindless with both fear and exhaustion, it was almost a relief when a shadowed form stepped out onto the path in front of him.

It was the Alpha. The wolf who had chased him across three state lines over the course of four days. His relentless, tireless, pursuer.

Broad shouldered, bigger than he had any right to be, the Alpha stood in his path. Strong arms corded with muscle crossed over his broad chest. His nemesis was dressed in a pair of faded jeans that did little to hide his tree trunk thighs, a little worn in on the knees, and a plain white t-shirt.  His skin was a swarthy golden hue, tanned from hours spent outdoors. Even from a distance he towered over Tony.

Panic had his throat going tight, and for the first time since he was a pup, a high pitched whine escaped him.

The Alpha didn’t move. Simply stood there. His face cast in the shadows of the forest. He was just waiting, Tony realized, completely relaxed and utterly unphased. As if he were saying “I can do this all day”.

A shudder worked its way down his spine.

Tony’s knees went out from under him.

He grunted as his right knee smashed into a half buried rock, the pain clearing his head of the overwhelming fear and sense of dread that had settled itself like a mantle across his shoulders.

Tony wasn't a crier, but he felt like one now. He hadn’t slept in days. He was running on fumes.

He hurt.  

His entire body felt like one big bruise but it was nothing compared to the bitter ache of disappointment that was boiling in his chest. He had finally been caught. And by the meanest, toughest, looking Alpha that he had ever had the misfortune to cross paths with.

A sob choked up in his throat, throttled down by clenched teeth and determination. He wouldn’t give this beast of an alpha the satisfaction.

He hould have chosen one of the weaker ones. The scrawnier, rangier, wolves that had come sniffing around during one of his heats.

Because that’s what this was all about. Tony was in the early stages of heat, and this wolf with his superior nose and senses must have caught it before Tony himself even knew.

This one looked like he could break him in half with just the snap of a wrist. He shouldn’t have thought himself capable of outwitting the shifters forever.

A smaller wolf… it wouldn’t hurt as much. The beatings. The rape. This guy? Tony clenched his jaws and closed his burning eyes.

This was going to hurt. A lot.

Tony’s shoulders slumped forward, hands falling to the forest floor as his fingers curled uselessly into the soil. He waited. Waited for judgment. For condemnation. For pain, because if there was one thing he learned about his dealings with fellow wolves was that there was always, always, pain.

It was several tense moments later when nothing happened that Tony was brave enough to flick his eyes upward. The Alpha hadn’t moved. Was watching him, he knew, because he could feel the burning weight of his stare on his skin like a brand.

Dread and humiliation coiled in his guts. He knew what the Alpha was waiting for and he fucking hated him for it.

Swallowing the tattered remains of his pride, Tony forced his aching body forward.

He crawled.

Crawled on his hands and knees across the forest floor, feeling every bite of stone and stick that dug into his tender flesh. He stopped, breathing heavy and fighting back tears, until he was kneeling in front of those jean clad thighs, his gaze directed down at scuffed leather boots.

Read the full story here :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40573815/chapters/101651898

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