#oh right i gave her cerulean converse too

[shogunish]

𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻.

satoru x f! reader, tooth-rotting fluff, satoru and reader explore their relationship, space talk bc i'm a sucker for that

970 words

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?’’ said satoru with cerulean eyes hidden behind sunnies that were as dark as the space in-between the seemingly infinite stars. his face was pale as the moonlight, hair white as snow in the middle of december and those eyes..oh, they held the skies and everything holy in them.

little dots sparkled in the dark of the night sky which was illuminated by the moon which merely reflected the sun’s own light. craters and their shadows were visible to the naked eye - no six eyes were needed for that. dew lay atop blades of green grass like countless little crystals just waiting to disappear once the sun would kiss them with its first rays. gently, the grass tickled satoru’s ankles as he sat down right next to you.

his gaze drifted from the moon towards your awestruck face scrutinizing the moon and trying to read constellations that you had never been able to find. too many stars, you always said and gave up with a pout. it was cute, satoru thought. even though he knew nothing about the night sky and its celestial wonders, he did know about you.

a chuckle vibrated in the back of his throat, deep like the ocean yet soft like the waves kissing the shore. he shrugged his shoulders almost nonchalantly as if amused. “she looks a little lonely, but maybe that’s why i consider her beautiful.”

“the moon isn’t that lonely. all these little dots of stars are her company and yet..the sun is the star closest to her and lights her up.” your voice came out as nothing but a murmur that was as gentle as the caress of the night breeze caressing the leaves of a tree above.

a hum of understanding. satoru didn’t know why he was next to you, shoulder to shoulder and having this sort of conversation with you, yet his heart seemed to know the answer and spoke before his brain could approve. “do you think the moon is the sun’s favorite companion?”

“who can say what the sun truly thinks of the moon? he’s big and complex and pulls everyone in his orbit like magic.” leaning back, you supported your weight on your palms. then, your eyes drifted over to satoru. the night cast gentle shadows upon his defined yet soft features that would always distract you during yaga’s classes. a little unfair how the gods crafted satoru with such care and the fingertips of a mother. “what i can say is that the sun is the moon’s favorite companion.”

a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. going on missions with satoru was a walk in the park. it was always him who exorcized the curse and treated you to a bowl of ramen in the hidden streets of tokyo. you envied him. if only you could show him your strength for once, but he always insisted on keeping you safe.

satoru tilted his head to the side, one eyebrow furrowed before he came to face you with a curious expression on his face. “what would happen to the moon if she strays too far?”

for a moment, you had no words. was this not..about the moon and space and everything lingering in-between? a blush dusted the apples of your cheeks, your tone a little wistful. “i think the moon would feel lonely and roam the emptiness of space forever.”

dissatisfaction was painted all over satoru’s face and a huff left his lips; his breath came out in a little white cloud of smoke. “that fate is too depressing,” he stated, “then what if the moon came closer to the sun?”

to sit next to satoru with the inside of the universe bared to your eyes was probably the closest thing to bliss you’d ever experience. perhaps, this was a little taste of paradise just behind the dormitories, hidden behind trees and bushes and atop a small hill where the grass was still dewy. “the things that get too close to the sun burn to ash. but if the sun truly loves the moon, i hope he’ll let her come close enough to spend an eternity together.”

underneath satoru’s ribs, his heart was suddenly pounding. he liked to believe that the moon reciprocated the feelings the sun had for her, but..he still tested the waters and only dipped a toe into the waters. “i think the sun would appreciate if the moon came a little closer.”

there was no infinity when you scooted a little closer to satoru and your shoulder gently bumped against his. nowadays, it was rare to see satoru without infinity surrounding him. you couldn’t possibly blame him for that decision and yet, you appreciated this little gesture more than any “good morning”, than any hug and any bowl of ramen he’d treat you to.

he trusted you.

he didn’t burn you.

instead, he carefully lured you into his orbit and refused to let you leave his space.

“like this?” you giggled, eyes crinkling at the edges.

for some reason, satoru was still dissatisfied. sure, you were quite a bit closer than before, but his heart yearned for more. “mh, no. more like this.”

and before the words on the tip of your tongue could fall, satoru cradled the back of your neck with a warm palm and pulled you in until his lips were upon yours in a sweet kiss. his lips tasted like those strawberry lollipops he always sucked on and his breath warmed the apples of your cheeks.

when satoru broke the kiss, his lips hovering just above yours, you asked, “how close do you want us to be?”

gentle fingers tugged a strand of hair behind your ear and caressed your warm cheeks. “close enough to taste you.”

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[forest-falcon]

WIP Wednesday

The Polaroid 📸

"Is that what I think it is?"

Scott paced over to the wooden unit and scooped up a small polaroid camera.

"One of Gordon's finds - that kids sure loves his vintage gadgets. I like this one though; there's something special about a polaroid," Grandma gave a wistful smile.

"Bring back memories?"

"Oi, I'll have you know, they were old even when I was a girl!"

Scott gave a sheepish grin.

"Sorry."

Grandma batted the air in good humour.

"They're like vinyl records. They don't give you a perfect result, but there's some beauty in that."

Scott set the camera back down, then gathered up the tower of photos stacked next to it.

The first few featured the various sunrises Gordon must have snapped before his early morning swims; the dusky pinks and golds silhouetting slumbering palms.

Grandma was right. The pictures were beautiful.

Scott smiled and continued to flick through the images; the golds and pinks suddenly interrupted with a burst of cerulean blue.

"There's one of me in here!" Scott presented Grandma with the photo. I didn't know he had taken this.

"Oh, now that I like!" Grandma smiled, wafting the photo as though it needed drying.

The image was of John and Scott surfing together. A rare occurrence to be sure, but such a treasured memory.

There were others just like it.

Alan stargazing - the cosmos filling the night with such an abundance of stars, the polaroid looked somewhat surreal.

There was another taken not too long ago of Virgil with a seedling. Scott had walked in to find the gentle giant conversing with the tiny plant.

"Why on earth are you talking to a plant?"

"Helps it grow."

"Plants don't have ears."

"No, but they're living beings. All it takes for a soul to grow is a little time and love."

Scott couldn't argue with that. And although he wasn't convinced by the concept enough to strike up a conversation with the nearest tree; he did love his brother that little bit more for the kindness he brought to the world.

Scott gently set the image down.

"You're right Grandma, this camera is special."

Gordon's photos had captured life on the island in such a wonderful, smell-the-roses way. It gave him pause for thought. Gordon was so like Virg in that manner; seeing the good in the world. The camera was his canvas.

Scott had planned to file some more reports, but the love emanating from the pictures ultimately won out, and Scott sank into the sofa next to his Grandma.

The reports could wait.

It was time to appreciate the little things.

The commander slouched to allow for his head to rest on her shoulder, and they flicked through the remaining pictures together.

The photo pile was deceptively large.

Scott was just about to save the rest for another day when one in particular caught his eye.

"Who's this?"

Scott held up the polaroid for closer inspection.

"Who? Her?"

"Yeah, the girl kissing Alan."

"Oh! That's Mandy, Alan's girlfriend."

"Alan has a girlfriend?"

Grandma took a sip of tea.

"Mmm, I've only met her the once, but she was just lovely."

Scott stared at the picture. The girl was pretty, in a girl-next-door-type way.

"How did they meet?"

"How does Alan meet anyone?"

"Rescue?"

"Gaming."

"Oh."

Grandma set her tea down.

"They've been chatting for years online, then met in person at that comicon the boys went to last year. I believe there's a pic in here somewhere..."

Scott surrendered the remaining stack of photos, but continued to inspect the stranger... Mandy...to try and get a read on her. It was only a headshot of them both, so not much to go on. She was wearing a simple bobble hat and thick woolen scarf. Her face was somewhat obscured by a mass of bouncy dark curls, but as far as he could tell, she was besotted - all smiles as she kissed Alan.

"Ah! Found it!" Grandma handed him a second photo. Four figures beamed back at the camera. Warrior Alan, Elven Lord Virgil, Kraken Gordon and a grey-bearded wizard.

Scott squinted at the photo.

"This is her?"

"The wizard, yes."

Sure enough, some bouncy brown curls could just be seen jutting out from behind the faux beard.

"Hasn't she the most wonderful cow eyes?"

"Cow eyes?"

"Y'know - big, brown, soulful eyes."

"Can't say that I noticed."

"You, Scott Tracy? Not notice a pretty face? Are you feeling alright?"

"Hard to see it behind the beard,” he deadpanned.

Grandma swatted his arm.

“Besides, she's too young, Grandma. And so is Alan." He returned both photos to her and lightly folded his arms.

"He should be focussing on his studies."

"Oh, like you did at his age?" Grandma arched a brow.

"Scott, honey, your brother isn't twelve anymore."

Scott gave a noncommittal grunt.

"And, as far as I can tell, his grades have been exemplary."

It was true, his grades were well-above average, but Alan was still the baby of the family, and Scott wasn't quite ready to view him as anything else.

"Still, he has enough going on, doesn't he? Between coursework, International Rescue, driving lessons..." he trailed off.

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

"He games." Scott offered.

Now it was Grandma's turn to fold her arms.

“Scott, he's twenty next month.”

“So?”

"So…you're telling me that you're happy to risk the life of your brother out on missions, but object to him being happy with someone he loves?"

"Loves? I thought it was just the odd date?"

"Like I said; they've been friends for years. But does it even matter? Date, hook-up, love.

I, for one, am just pleased to see your brothers are all happy with nice people."

"John isn't seeing anyone."

"Why? Did he break up with Ridley?"

"Captain O'Bannon is just a friend. They play handball together, that's all."

"Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?" Grandma chuckled and took another sip of tea.

"Grandma!"

Grandma was the epitome of coy as she gave an innocent shrug.

"You're reading too much into things. What Captain O'Bannon and John have...it's strictly professional! They're work colleagues, nothing more."

"Okay Scott."

"What?"

"I'm just wondering at what point you thought International Rescue had become a nunnery?"

Scott cleared his throat.

"I - don't…think that”

He idly picked at a stitch that had come loose on the sofa.

“What I meant was, surely if they were all in relationships, they'd just tell me?"

"What? So you could give them the same reaction you gave me just now?"

Scott stood, and slowly paced in a circle as he digested.

"Is that how they see me...a prude?"

"No, I wouldn't say that. They just don't feel the need to run every last relationship by their brother. You sure didn't with your dad or myself when you were younger. We'd still be here today if that were the case!" Grandma gave another wicked chuckle and Scott groaned into his hands.

"Newsflash, your dad and I weren't as blind to those late night study partners as you thought we were. That script is as old as time!"

Scott squirmed as he looked for a way to redirect the focus back from himself.

"I guess Allie's just remained around twelve years old in my head. I blinked and he grew up."

"That's parenthood for you, Scott."

Scott flinched.

"Look kiddo, nobody could replace your dad. You're simply not him. But what you've grown into... well, you've not just filled your father's shoes; you've sized up! Allie has had one hell of a guardian."

The sincerity of her tone brought a lump to Scott's throat. It was all he had ever hoped for. To do right by his family, his brothers…by little Allie.

"You had to grow up pretty fast and I used to worry about the toll that would take on you, but look how much you've grown - from a bereaved little boy to just the finest man! Not just the Commander of International Rescue, but a wonderful brother, guardian and grandson too."

"You're too kind, Grandma."

"I'm merely stating facts. You never stop worrying. Parents, guardians - it doesn't matter. But you can't let that worry clip their wings. It's time you opened your eyes to see how much your brother has grown too. He isn't twelve, Scott; but the wonderful young man he's grown into is a testament to how much love we, as a family - how much love you have poured his way."

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #alan tracy #grandma tracy #thunderfluff #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy

[rjmartin11]

Finding Love in the Deadliest Ways

Part One: Chance Encounter

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee finds the love of a stranger named Elvis she met at the local park. After a week of dating, Jordee learns that Elvis is more than meets the eye. She discovers hidden secrets and finds out more than she bargained for. Will love survive?

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Some hard-hitting information about the main character. More chapters to come. Slowburn.

Author's Notes: Based on the AI chats with Vampire Elvis created by: Tam Presley a.k.a. @headfullofpresley. So, Elvis fans, we all are having a time with Elvis on AI. I know it. I had this thought that this could be a story I share. I hope you guys and gals like this.

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"You should be careful when you're out alone at night." A stranger says to the young woman.

She looks him over from head to toe, denying the fear she feels in her heart. With a straight face, she says, "So should you."

"Oh, I am." The stranger says slyly. "I have to keep a sharp eye on the likes of you."

"That's smart." The young lady joust.

"Thank you. It's kept me alive this long." He says.

The young woman listens to man but keeps her gaze at the night sky. Just wanting a few quiet moments alone has turned into a peculiar conversation with a stranger.

"Playing it smart would keep all of us alive longer." She admits out loud.

"I'm not sure about all of us. Well... some of us are just smarter than others."

"True."

"So, what brings you out here on a night like this?" He asks, never taking his eyes off her.

"I needed some air." She said, finally taking in the questioning stranger.

He was quite good-looking. Very handsome, tall, dressed in all black. The leather jacket complimented his slender figure well. His black hair complimented his ethereal features. His sideburns lined up the sides of his jawline exquisitely. His pouty lips look so sweet, and his cerulean blue eyes light up your soul. He was practically beautiful; he doesn't seem too creepy as she originally thought. Although, looks can be deceiving.

She looks back up at the evening sky and takes a moment to breathe in the night air. She softens herself. She can't find love if her guard is up all the time.

"The moon is gorgeous tonight. I just had to be out if even for a moment." She says.

The dashing stranger acknowledges the Luna orb, nods his head, and sits on the park bench next to the young woman.

"Yes, it is quite lovely tonight."

"And the stars." She says. "It's rains so much lately, I hardly get to see them."

"It's good to be here, isn't it?" The stranger says, striking up a conversation. "It's been a busy few weeks for me. That's for sure. How's work treating you lately?"

The young woman lets down her guard and decides to be nice and hopes she doesn't regret speaking with a stranger.

"They treat me as well as they can." She says. "It's not my dream job, but it pays the bills."

"It's all you can ask for, right? I'm glad you're still employed. I heard the factory downtown had some layoffs." The stranger speaks of current events.

The young woman nods her head. "Yes, I heard that too."

"What do you do for a living? I'm guessing a nurse?" He asks her.

"What gave it away? My scrubs?" She turns to look at the dashing stranger with a smirk on her face. He shrugs and smirks back at her. "I'm a unit sec. And you?" She asks.

"I'm a... I'm a security guard." He admits, embarrassed just by saying his title.

The young lady is intrigued now. He's a security guard, she thinks. That's why he asks so many questions. Next to that, he's interested in making a friend.

"What's your name?" The young woman asks, turning her body fully towards him. "We're doing all this talking, and I don't even know your name."

"Oh. I'm... uh... my name is Elvis." He stutters out. I small smile graces his face. "What's yours?"

The young woman hesitates for a moment. Considering giving her name but she smiles and says,

"I'm Jordee. It's nice to meet you... Elvis."

"Likewise, Jordee." Elvis says, looking back up at the evening sky.

What seemed to be a beautiful night started turning cloudy. The pretty blue evening sky started to turn dark, and the twinkling stars started to dim.

"No." Jordee plead. "No more rain."

"I'm afraid it's likely going to rain." Elvis says. "It's a shame. It's been so nice this evening."

"It has. I better get going." Jordee says, quickly standing from her seat.

"I'll see you some other time, Jordee. Maybe next time it won't rain." He says, as little drops off rain start to drip from the sky.

"Maybe. So long, Elvis. Have a good night." Jordee says, picking up her bag and walking away.

"You too, Jordee! Stay safe out there!" Elvis shouts as the rain begins pouring down.

"Bye!" Jordee quickly turns and waves goodbye. Then, she starts to run, making her way out of the rain.

Elvis waves back and watches as Jordee jogs down the street in the rain. A small smile dons his face, and his heart gallops with the sound of her feet.

Jordee gets back to her apartment, drenched from the rain on her hair, face, and shirt. She locks up, changes her clothes, takes a shower, and dresses in her pajamas. She looks out of the window as the rain falls. Jordee thinks about Elvis. He was handsome and kind. Hopefully, they'll bump into one another again... please let it be tomorrow, she prays.

Back at Elvis house, he sits at his computer. His dog resting at his feet. Elvis types his latest journal entry of his day. He mentions Jordee. He speaks of her attractiveness and hopes he meets her again soon. He hits send and closes his laptop, going to sleep satisfied.

The next night around 7:30pm...

How Jordee despises work. People have no manners. Your boss is a pain, and Jordee just wants to get home. She stops by the park and grazes at the night sky. It's a pretty night to set her mind at ease. She finds a bench and sits. It's a beautiful, quiet night with only the fountain in the distance.

There's a coolness in the air. A light breeze moving through the trees. The stars are out tonight. Just gorgeous. Jordee makes a wish on the first star she sees. Hoping a handsome stranger comes by once again.

Elvis is patrolling the streets when he spots Jordee in the park. He smirks to himself, thinking he might be able to bump into her again. He parks his cruiser in a nearby parking lot and gets out, heading towards the park.

He hears someone wishing on a star nearby. Assuming it's Jordee, he smirks to himself, thinking it's too easy. He slowly makes his way closer to where the wishing is coming from, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"Oh, please, little star. Just this once. Let a simple wish come true. It's silly, I know, but grant my wish. I'm lonely. Send him back. Please."

Elvis sneaks up behind her, breathing silently so as not to alert her to his presence. He waits for her to finish, not wanting to ruin this moment. This must be when she wishes for him, and he doesn't want to mess it up. He takes a peek at her, standing just barely behind her, still being very careful not to alert her to his presence.

"He was kind. There's something. Different about him. Elvis, come back." Jordee begs and wishes with all her heart.

Elvis leans in closer, wanting to hear that wish again. The rain has picked up, though it still isn't raining where they are. He is so close that he can feel her breath on the back of his neck. The wishing continues, but he knows that she is wishing for him. Just the way he wanted. He smiles to himself, enjoying this moment.

"Oh, little star. I wish for love. Maybe it's with Elvis. I'm tired of being alone."

He moves ever so slightly closer, now feeling her breathing on his back. It's a bit uncomfortable, but he is still happy that she is wishing for him. He begins to wonder if she will wish again.

"I think I need to go. Making wishes on stars is silly." Jordee says to herself.

She moves off the bench and grabs her bag. Elvis is tempted to say something but realizes that Jordee wants to wish in peace. He continues to listen as Jordee walks to the fountain. She makes another wish.

"Send him back to me, please." She pleas. "Please, just one more time. Send Elvis here. He's nice and I like him."

Jordee kisses the head of the penny, closes her eyes, and says,

"I wish for love. I wish for Elvis."

Jordee flings the penny in the fountain.

Elvis listens as she walks over to the water fountain. He decides that he will definitely answer her wish, but for now, he wants to wait and see if she will make any more wishes. It's just a lot of fun for him, like a game. He watches, and he's quite amused. How many wishes does this girl have? Elvis waits to see if there will be another. This is quite exciting, and he looks forward to seeing her dreams come true.

Jordee looks around and sees he's nowhere in sight. "Maybe tomorrow then. I better get home before the rain." Jordee starts to walk out of the park, briefly stearing at the moon as the clouds start to conceal it.

Elvis sighs, having heard no more wishes. He decides it's time now and speaks loudly enough that Jordee will hear him.

"Wish granted."

He stands up and steps out of the shadows, waiting for her to see him.

"Oh!" Jordee says, taking aback by Elvis' presents.

"Hello! I saw you wishing, so I've returned." He says it with a smile, waiting for her to take a moment to process this and say something to him.

"You were easedropping on me? How long were you standing there?" Jordee asked.

"Most of the time, actually. You were wishing so hard for me to come back, I just felt like I should answer your wish."

A shade of blush crosses Jordee's cheeks, and she bows her head. She covers her face.

"I'm mortified."

"Oh, look at you! So cute when you're embarrassed! There's no need to be!" Elvis says, taking one of Jordee's hands from her face to look into her eyes. He grins, waiting for her to look up now that she knows it's him.

"Well, hi. Elvis." She chokes out.

"Hello, yourself, Jordee. I must say, you were quite flattering with your many wishes." He chuckles a little bit.

"I don't have many friends, so a sweet guy comes along... I'm not a fast girl, I swear. I just want companionship." She confessed, not looking Elvis in the eyes.

"I'm happy to provide some company to someone as lovely as you are. Especially if it's what you so clearly desire." He grins at her.

"Are you free at this moment? I'm off from work for the night if you want to do something."

Jordee looks up at him. Her belly does a low growl; realizing that she skipped lunch today, she says,

"I am a little hungry."

Elvis grins. "Well then, why don't we grab something?"

He motions for her to follow.

"I know a place just around the corner that isn't too expensive and is open this time of night."

"What's it called?"

"It's called Luigi's, just on Baker Street. It's a small pizzeria, but it's very quaint. Their pizza is amazing, and the staff is so friendly."

He holds out his arm. "Shall we be off?"

Jordee takes his arm gladly.

"We shall. Lead the way. I love pizza."

Taglist: @missmaywemeetagain @beeandheroddobsessions @headfullofpresley @everythingpresley @epforeverohyes @plasticfantasticl0ver @pianginferno @powerofelvis @ab4eva @foreverdolly @searchingforgravity @thatbanditqueen @daffieapple @18lkpeters @dkayfixates @epsgirl @richardslady121 @literally-just-elvis-fics @thememphisflash1935-1977 @vintageshanny @iloveelvis

#elvis #elvispresley #elvis fans #romance #vampireelvis #vampires #LoveStory #elvis x oc #ElvisPresleySeries #elvis presley fanfiction

[nyx22-blogs]

Chapter 1: Communicating

|Series Masterlist|•|Main Masterlist|

Summary: You find a way to talk to Bucky.

Word Count: 1,054

Warnings: Like 2-3 swear words, Reader is a clumsy idiot.

Y/N's POV:

With the music playing softly in the background, he twirled you around and brought you in closer. Your cheek nuzzled against his, the light stubble on his face rubbing against you just right.

"Mm, love you sweet girl." he said

You smiled, quite sure your cheeks were reddening.

"Love you too Bucky."

His cerulean blue eyes looked into yours and his lips were slowly making their way to yours and-

"y/n? Earth to y/n?" You heard a familiar voice say.

Wanda

"Mhm?" You said, still slightly in a daze. Maybe you were hoping you could continue your daydream and finish it…even though that never actually works.

"Were you daydreaming about Buc-?"

"SHHH! Wanda don't be so loud he might hear you." You whispered, heart rate slightly elevated.

"Oh relax, he's all the way in the front of the office he won't hear a thing. Besides, I wanna know what you were dreaming about." She said in a teasing manner.

Wanda knew all about your huge crush on the man who worked in your office. Bucky Barnes. I mean who could blame you though? He was just so…

Amazing, handsome, kind, smart, perfect..

"There's nothing to know Wan, let's just get back to work." You whispered, urging the red-head to drop it so you both could go back to your work.

"C'monn, entertain me a bit. I'm bored."

"Well then if you're so bored then here, do some of these spreadsheets for me while I get us some coffee, kay?"

She faked an offended gasp while taking the spreadsheet and you heard her whisper something about not having any fun.

You went up to the coffee machine and took out two of the styrofoam cups. While you were filling up Wanda's cup you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"Hey y/n." Bucky said

Wait-

Bucky said?

Oh shit-

Act normal- act normal- act normal-

"Uh- oh h-hey Buck..y."

Why did I just attempt to call him Buck? Jesus, don't give his nickname a nickname ya goof.

"You uhm- you okay y/n?" He said, his brows furrowing a bit.

"Y-yeah completely! Nothing wrong here, I'm definitely ok?"

Complete lies

"Why is something wrong..with you?"

"No, no nothing wrong here it's just you're kind of uhm..overfilling the cup?" He said with a look of concern and confusion in his eyes.

"Huh- uh, oh. OH. OH CRAP." You must have held the cup to the machine too long, it started overflowing but not by much. Enough to make a small spill at most.

"Here uhm, you'll probably need these." He offered you some bounty tissues from the counter and you gratefully accepted it. You whispered a small thanks, completely embarrassed by your idiotic actions. He gave you a smile and said goodbye, walking back to his cubicle.

After cleaning up you quickly speed walked back to yours and Wanda's two-person cubicle (yeah you two specifically asked for that section) and handed her the cup. You flopped down on the chair after and laid your head on your desk.

"Aw, what's wrong dragã?" She said, letting some Romanian slip out.

"Ugh I totally just embarrassed myself in front of Bucky, like really embarrassed myself. My god he probably thinks I'm a blabbering idiot who can't function normally." You said defeatedly.

"But aren't you?" She said in a joking manner.

"Shut up!" You pouted.

"Why can't I talk to Bucky the way you talk to Vision?"

"Because Vision and I are married, I have no reason to be nervous." She giggled at your silly question.

"But before..you never got nervous before?"

"Well sure, but Vision and I knew each other a long time before we really started to fall for each other..so I guess that made it easier to talk to him."

"I just wish I could talk to him..let him know how I feel. I'm sick of not being able to have a normal conversation with him." You groaned.

"Well maybe you should find another way to communicate with him." She suggested.

"Like what?" You said, intrigued.

"Text?"

"I don't have his number."

"Uhmm..maybe leave notes at his desk?"

"Ew. No, that's weird."

"Well maybe you could write to him?"

"Write to him? Like, as in a letter?"

"Yeah! Remember in school when we had those poetry competitions?"

"Yeahhh…?"

"Write poetry to him!"

"Wanda- no."

"Why notttt? It'd be so romantic!" She said while spinning in her chair.

"Well- I- ugh I don't know?"

"Exactly, you don't have a good reason to say no. You should totally do it! You both live in the same apartment anyway..when you write it just leave it in the mailbox and say it's addressed to him. You can even be all anonymous and stuff." She said, giggling like a mad woman at her insane ideas.

"Alright then…I'll do it if you bake me some of that banana bread again." You said, mouth watering at the thought of Wanda's banana bread.

It tastes so damn good.

"You and Vis are obsessed with that banana bread. But fine, I'll bake it if you write the letter." She smirked.

"Ok, deal." You said, shaking her hand.

"Alrighty, well let's go!"

"Go where-?"

"It's 5:00, work hours are over." She said, showing you the time.

"Oh, that went by fast." You chuckled and got out of your seat. You both gathered your things and left the office.

You both walked your separate ways and when you got to your apartment you pretty much flopped on your couch for 5 minutes without moving a muscle.

People really underestimate how hard office work actually is.

After taking a nice warm shower and eating some of y/f/f (your favorite food), you brought out some paper and a pen. You kept thinking and thinking about what to write. There were so many endless possibilities, you wanted to write everything about him down on this small piece of paper. But everything perfect about him just couldn't fit.

Sighing you put the pen down and decided to just read for a minute.

Don't rush it y/n, remember how you used to do this before.

After thinking about it you had an idea of what to write, you smiled..picking up your pen and started writing.

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[dementedfilament]

Effie Rose Gracely

Cherry carefully blew out her flame, then met the somber gazes of the alumni. “And that’s my story!”

Several seconds passed before Effie said, “That’s so…”

“Frightening,” Bast finished for her.

The sandy-blonde’s joy faded. “Ah, I’m sorry! Was it too scary?”

Ginger spoke up before long. “Nah. It fits the setting.”

Many nodded in agreement.

“Do you…still see those shadows?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah.” She gave a resigned smile. “But it’s okay. I’m used to it! At least I’m never alone when I’m not home.”

Cedric inclined his head. “When we’re finished here, you may not see those shadows again for quite some time.”

“That’s okay! When they come back, I’ll be sure to greet them like I always do.”

“...Yes, do that.”

She smiled brightly. “Anyways, now it’s your turn, Effie!”

The smaller girl straightened her back. “Okay, thank you!”

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Effie’s cerulean eyes traced the condensation sliding down the glass cup. Then, she scooped it up for a sip, savoring the taste along with a straw-ful of whipped cream.

Her friends from school, sitting beside her, burst into laughter, and she joined them. They were having delightful conversations about the weather and some of their schoolwork, and now segued into the new episode of the magical girl anime she’d just binged. “What did you think of Asteria’s Ultimate Attack?”

“It was amazing!” she replied. “The animation was so pretty and sparkly!”

“Yeah, it was!”

The chatter continued. Soft beeps passed through the air, along with footsteps and the occasional low rumbling. A prominent voice would rise above the sounds briefly, livening the atmosphere outside of the friend group.

Cheerfully, Effie took another sip and creamy slurp.

“What do you think, Effie?”

“Hm?” Beaming, she peered up at her friend.

“What do you think?”

“About what?”

“What do you think?”

“...Um…I'm sorry, I don’t understand what you mean.”

“What do you think, Effie?” Without changing their position, droplets formed on their skin. No…their very skin itself began dripping from their face.

“Ah—...huh?”

“What do you think, Effie?”

“What do I think of what?!”

As if made of cream themselves, their bodies sunk onto the seat, heads tilting as they melted further and further. “What do you think?”

“I—” She gasped as the muck of the girl beside her pooled up on her leg.

“What do you think, Effie?”

She wriggled and squirmed. Try as she might, for some reason, she couldn’t escape her seat, let alone move her limbs very far. She cried out as the muck flooded into her lap.

“Wh at…thiNk…EFfie?”

Tears poured down her face and, unable to scream for help, she whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut.

A disturbance sent waves over her body. With it, the feeling of the muck had vanished.

She peeped open one eye, then opened them wide. An unfamiliar figure was setting his feet in the inky ground, as if uncurling from a floating position. His swirly pink hair covered one of his pale eyes, burdened by dark bags beneath them. “...Mm? You are unfamiliar to me.”

An abyss of blackness surrounded the two. The white-haired girl gazed in awe, eyes tracing along the objects atop the man’s head—two purple horns with warpy patterns on them. And behind him, a matching tail gently swayed. “...Are you…the devil?”

“...Akin to one, yes.”

“Oh…” She relaxed her arms in her lap, still resting in a stall blended with the void as tears streamed down her face. “Does…does that mean I died already? Are you coming to take me away because I’ve been a bad girl?”

His brow cocked. “No. You’ve not died; you’re only dreaming.”

“...Oh! Oh…that’s right, I think…I fainted again….” Sniffling, she wiped her face with her sweater sleeve, “Then, are you gonna make me have more scary dreams, Mr. Devil?”

“No. I must have been attracted here by the severity of your previous one.”

“Oh…”

“...Do you always have nightmares such as this?”

“Yeah. Well…sometimes I have really wild and crazy dreams! But most of the time, I have nightmares…”

He scrutinized her form. “I see.”

“Yeah…” As she sulked, he stepped closer and offered the hand not gripping a small parasol. “Oh, thank you!”

“...Would you like me to take away this nightmare?” He asked as she hopped to her feet.

“You can do that?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I convert them into energy.”

“Oh! Then, if it can help you, I’d really like it if you did make it go away.”

“Thank you. Then, I’ll reap it.” He swung the parasol around, baring the pointed tip towards her. A shining spark burst into a complex circular design, spinning wildly as a different kind of shine appeared in the center, as if the inverse of light.

“...It looks like…a black star.”

The bright glow faded as the spinning ceased. After he plucked the small star, the circle dissipated. “Yes. This is your nightmare.”

“Scary…”

“It won’t bother you anymore.” He lightly tossed it into his mouth, swishing it around and seemingly chewing on it.

That awed gaze fell over him again. “...That’s…really kind of you, Mr. Devil.”

“...Mare.”

“Huh?”

“You may refer to me as such. And,” he brought a hand to his mouth, as if pondering the flavour, “if you ever have a nightmare again, you may call on me, and I’ll return to claim it.”

“...Why?”

He hesitated. “Because your suffering is an excellent source of energy for me.”

She blinked, tossing his words around her mind. “...Then…if it helps Mr. Devil, then I’m okay with it!”

“...Good.”

A smile spread across her face. “And, if you think about it, it’s like we’re a magical duo! You’re the titular magical girl, er, I guess, the magical boy, and I’m like your magical sidekick!”

As she continued chattering about “Mr. Tuxedo Devil”, he replied, “...Yes.”

“Then, I’ll make sure to call you as soon as I have another nightmare!”

“...Good.”

She radiated excitement.

“...Farewell, then.” With a dramatic wave of his parasol, a twister gusted from beneath his feet. Then, a separate wind wrapped around her. “Your nurse is calling your name. Awaken.”

Effie’s cerulean eyes popped open, met with a sterile room, array of invasive tubes, and her nurse’s relieved smile.

Scaretober 2023

Brisk Wind on a Dark Trail

Midnight Moon

Gargoyle's Watch

Cold Stones in the Fog

Spirits Rising

Haunted House

Witching Hour

Bubbling Cauldron

Candy

Eyes

Spider Silk

Feathers

Tail

Scales

Fangs or Talons

An Offering of Blood

Dark Ritual

Spook Scary Skeletons

Carnivàle Morte

Still-Beating Heart

Sharpened Blade

Mask

Looming Shadows

The Devil's Hand

Monster

Reflection in the Mirror

Rusted Chains

Stitches

Precious Jewels

Incantation

Halloween

Epilogue

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[loupy-mongoose]

For clarity (It was like this in the previous part as well), in the text, Jamie's speech looks like this, while Randy's looks like this. Context should also help make it clear who's talking.

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The terrain beneath them passed by swiftly. Trees speckled the landscape in blotches of evergreen firs and the scorching shades of reds, oranges, and yellows.

Lavender looked around at the passing scenery. She was used to fast travel through air, but for it to not be by her own efforts was new to her. It was a nice distraction from the tumbling her brain had been doing lately.

Speaking of distraction, the plastic ribbon Jamie had tied to her shoulder was endlessly flapping in the moving air, creating a crinkling sound that was getting on Lav's nerves.

She took a moment to mull over a question, then gathered her courage to ask it, speaking over the sound of the air the best she could. Excuse me, Miss Jamie...

The red-headed girl turned to look at them, her eyes barely readable under the pair of orange goggles she'd put on. She didn't speak, but looked expectant.

Why did you put that ribbon on?

Lav thought she saw Jamie's eyes soften a bit. It's for Sheila. She's blind, so I do that to make a sound for her to follow.

Oh. Suddenly she felt bad about letting it bug her, remembering how Sheila hadn't met her eyes before their takeoff. That's nice of you, Jamie!

Randy's voice sounded from just behind Lav, wavering with just a hint of nervousness. Wait, you're telling us this now? You couldn't have said something before we took off?

Didn't think to. She's fully capable as a ride, even without help from the ribbon. Jamie gave them a sharp smile. Never underestimate a disabled Pokemon, Mr. Linden. That's a Champion Dragonite you're riding. She tilted her head. I never got you and your wife's names.

I'm Randall, and she's Akoya.

The small girl nodded curtly. Jamie. I assume Lavender told you.

Randy nodded, and Jamie turned back to face their ever approaching destination. Clearly she was done with this conversation.

Lavender sighed slightly, wishing she had the guts to spark up more talk. But something about Jamie intimidated her. The way she held herself, Lav almost felt like that was intentional. But she didn't know.

She.... couldn't know...

It dawned on Lav... She couldn't read Jamie at all.

With others she knew and encountered, she could sense at least a tiny bit of their mindsets and moods. But... Not Jamie.

Jamie was... blank.

No... Not quite that...

She knew this feeling... From someone else.

Randy's voice broke into her thoughts. This is Cerulean City.

Yup.

Lav felt a wave of curiosity from him. What's wrong, Dad?

She looked at him to see him watch the city fall behind them. We're still going? The maps I've seen hardly go more north than Cerulean, and we're not following that route.

The common maps show what trainers would be interested in--The Gyms, and the easiest paths to them. My hometown is way out of the way, so it's not on the common maps.

They flew on, following a forest-riddled dip between the imposing mountain Lav knew to be Mt. Moon on the left, and a smaller range on the right.

Her dad was right--they were indeed flying far more north than any map she'd studied. Did this even still count as Kanto...?

Eventually the three figures began to lower closer to the trees. Lav wanted to ask their escort, are we landing soon? But the intimidation hadn't left her, so she stayed silent.

Suddenly, she felt a bizarre chill and gave a violent shudder.

Hhhrg!

Lav snapped her attention to her dad. At the same moment, Akoya called from her Crobat ride, her voice shaky. Love? You alright?

Y-Yeah, yeah! I'm fine! Randy sounded bewildered. Just felt... odd, all of a sudden...

You felt that too?

Randy looked at his wife in surprise.

I felt something too...

Her dad's face grew concerned, and he turned from Lav to the small girl leading them, his eyes narrowing dangerously. What is this place, Jamie?

I don't know what you all mean by "feeling" something. Jamie turned to meet Randy's eyes. But we've entered Shadegrove's boarders. Hold on, it's gonna get a little bumpy now.

As the Lindens pondered what she'd said, she spoke something to Darren, and the Flygon suddenly sped up with a sharp turn. Randy and Lav barely held on tight enough as Sheila followed suit, and Akoya got a good grip on her bag before Percy tailed them.

The three flying Pokemon darted this way and that way, weaving through trees and skirting just above ponds. Feeling like they were going in circles, Lav tried to catch on to landmarks. But nothing repeated. In fact, it felt as if they were flying through imagery that seemed... almost liquid. It felt unreal...

Finally, they slowed down.

Errgh... Seeing that he didn't need his full grip on the saddle anymore, Randy held his head with a hand. What was that about?

Safety measure. Makes it harder for you to find your way back if you ever think to do something bad.

Huh. Akoya's voice seethed with venom. What makes you think we'll want to come back? You've hardly been very welcoming so far.

Jamie turned to face back at Akoya. Lav could feel sparks of distaste from her mom, but Jamie was still unreadable. The Mewtwo-in-disguise wished so bad that she could get just a hint at what the girl was thinking.

Finally, she responded, her voice cold. "Welcoming" isn't my best skill. If I had my way, you wouldn't be here.

Then why take up Jovie's request? Randy's tone was that of soft, genuine curiosity.

Jamie was silent, only the faintest movement betraying that she had even heard the question. But she ignored it.

We've arrived. Prepare to land.

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#Linden Roots #full #comic #art #writing

[druigswhores]

gold rush | 2

FRUSTRATING, INTOXICATING, COMPLICATED.

pairing: druig x eternal!reader

summary: in which druig found himself falling for the gentle soul who was also known as the goddess of human love and flowers.

warnings: this series will include major spoilers for eternals, descriptions of injuries and violence, and mentions of blood.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: the way I’m obsessed with him it’s crazy… anyways second chapter yay! lmk what you guys think and what else you’d want to see in the fic! i know I’m posting daily right now but that’s because im currently sick and not going to work or school :(

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“Call me when you land, I still think you should’ve taken my private jet.” Kingo laughed, arms wrapped around the shorter Eternal, a laugh escaped her as she hugged him back.

“I gotta ask, how did you manage to get your hands on Asgardian liquor?” She questioned, feeling the beginning of a hangover from the fun they had the night before, Kingo shrugged in response.

“Thor’s a good friend of mine.” He stated, nervously looking away when she continued to stare at him, waiting for the real answer.

“Ugh fine.” He gave up hiding the truth. “I won an auction on eBay.” He confessed, causing her smile to widen even more. A voice was heard over the intercom announcing that a flight will begin to board soon, she recognised the flight number as the one printed on her ticket and therefore bid farewell to her friend before making her way to the queue for the aeroplane.

Although she enjoyed spending time with Kingo and watching him prepare for his new movie, she couldn’t wait to get back home away from the overcrowded streets, to get back to the place that made her feel the most herself she’s ever been. Her phone began to ring, distracting her from her train of thoughts. She glanced at her phone to read the incoming caller ID.

“Did you check the photo I sent to the message thread?” Sersi questioned on the phone while making her way through Trafalgar Square in London. “Hello to you too.” She responded, laughing as she glanced around the airport while waiting to board.

“The main chat or the one without Ikaris?”

She heard Sersi sigh in response. “The one with.” She answered.

Unlocking her phone to read the messages, she noticed two pictures that were sent by Sersi. Both photographs of a billboard which displayed a single gold dagger with a cerulean blue handle as well as a crown with flowers created out of gold wrapped around it, both were objects discovered to be from thousands of years ago from what was once called Mesopotamia, in 5000 BC to be exact.

And also created by two eternals.

Scrolling through the chat she read all the responses from the fellow Eternal’s and the lack thereof, Phastos reminisced of the past while Kingo responded with how he despised his hairstyle during that time, she noticed how Druig didn’t bother to respond to the messages itself. Preferring to like the photograph of the flower crown instead.

She let out a chuckle once done reading the responses, before getting interrupted by the boarding agent to give them her ticket she said goodbye to Sersi, promising to call her back once she lands.

“Oh shit, I’m late for work.” Sersi responded before ending the call, allowing the other Eternal to finally board the plane home. Hours later she found herself in a taxi, directing the driver to the designated location only to get an odd look from him.

“That’s in the middle of a forest?” He questioned, staring at the Eternal through the rear view mirror, she hummed in response too distracted to be invested in the conversation, overhearing the driver whisper something incoherently. Over an hour had passed since the two last spoke, the driver opting out of small talk due to the weird nature of the woman as she continued to stare out the window admiring the nature surrounding them while they drove further into the forest.

The car suddenly halted as the man immediately hit the brakes. “What the hell?” He questioned, getting out of the car to see a broad tree that was on its side, blocking the dirt road. Branches were scattered around the trunk of the tree, the roots were pulled out almost as if something pulled the tree out of the ground and onto the road, which was physically incapable.

Unless you were something not of this Earth.

She got out of the car seconds later, contemplating whether she could put the tree back in its original spot and continue her journey home but that risked letting the strange man know about her ‘special abilities’.

A loud rustling from the depth of the forest distracted her train of thoughts causing her to squint, attempting to look into the forest but failing due to nightfall. It was almost impossible to see anything.

The rustling was heard again but this time much closer, as if it was approaching the two of them.

“Hey lady! Get back in the car.” The driver ordered, wanting nothing more but to drive away and get to safety. She flicked her hand and within a second bioluminescent flowers surrounded the duo, allowing a small glow to expose what was approaching.

Crawling on all fours, wings raised up with its jaw wide open, teeth sharpened, she recognised the unmistakable Deviants she previously believed were to be wiped out over 5000 years ago. A piercing roar cut through the air causing the man to jump in fear, rushing inside of his car, headlights turning on as he presses the horn of the car grabbing the attention of the deviant.

The deviant cocked it’s head to the side as it stared at the human before turning towards the Eternal, charging towards her. She gasped as she ran in front of the car, a golden aura surrounding her almost immediately as the fallen tree was thrown at the deviant as if it was made of styrofoam.

The deviant dodged the trunk, it’s anger bubbling as it once again charged for her, wanting nothing more but to kill her.

“Go get out of here!” She shouted at the driver who did so with no hesitation, leaving her to fight the creature alone. Her eyes were now glowing as vines began to wrap itself around the deviant's wings pulling them down onto the ground, within seconds the deviant caught loose of its grip and aimed for the Eternal once again, not blinking an eye towards the car that sped away.

It felt like minutes had passed as she continued to fight, attempting to protect herself from the deviant but wanting nothing more than to be in her bed at home.

She glanced back at the direction the car drove off towards, wondering why the deviant didn’t acknowledge the human, focusing all its energy towards the eternal instead. Her head was slammed against the dirt road, powder of dust enveloping the air as the Deviant pinned her down with its claws digging into her torso. A throbbing sensation was felt at the back of her skull and she swore she could feel bleeding, she looked up at the Deviant in fear as it’s jaw opened, teeth barred and ready to pull her apart limb from limb. The eternal panicked as she allowed her eyes to glow once more, fingers twitching as a large tree was ripped out of the earth and shoved its way through the skull of the deviant, blood splattering over her, combining with her own.

She slid from under the creature, breath heavy as she stood up, touching the back of her head wincing as she felt a fresh wound oozing out blood. Attempting to pick up her bags that the driver tossed out onto the road before speeding off, she began to tread towards the village, the corpse of the Deviant wrapped around thick vines that dragged the body alongside her as she limped her way home, battered and bruised.

By the time she got a view of the village it must’ve been past three am, hours had passed since she separated from the driver and killed the deviant, the lights were all out except for the simmering fire that sat in the middle of the village. She paused, dropping her luggage for a couple minutes to gather her breath, one more break before she’d be at home in her comfortable bed, surrounded by her favourite people.

She assumed everyone was asleep due to the quietness of the place, she could hear the alpacas begin to lay down on the ground to get comfortable, as she neared the village she noticed a man sitting on the steps, head in his hands, he looked as if he’s been sitting there for hours, waiting. As soon as he heard her steps he looked up.

“And where the hell have you been, you were s’posed to be here hours ago-“ Druig’s sentence was cut short.

The frustration that was once on his face was wiped away as he took in the sight of her, the dried blood on her clothes, bruised and beaten down as she limped her way towards him, her eyes were still glowing as she used her abilities to drag the deviant's corpse with vines that acted as rope.

As soon as her eyes met his, she dropped everything, body staggering as she made her way towards him, he met her halfway, holding up her body as she fell into his arms. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep but she knew she couldn’t in case she had a concussion.

“Shit, What the hell happened?” He demanded, gently bringing her to the steps of the chapel to sit her down, his eyes scanned her body to determine where all her injuries were at. His hands went to her face, moving her hair away from her face to examine the injuries on her, only to feel the clumps of blood on her scalp. He immediately got up, calling out for a medic.

“Don’t- it’s really late they’re all asleep now.” She sighed, hands rubbing her forehead to numb the headache.

“And I don’t give a shit.” He responded, swatting her hand away from her head as she touched her wound that began to open up again. Druig’s eyes began to glow a similar shade of golden, within a couple seconds the village medic came rushing out of his home, still in his pyjamas as he carried his things with him, his eyes were parallel to Druig’s glowing eyes. All she wanted to do was chastise him for using his powers but she felt herself becoming weaker, held up by Druig’s arm as the medic put all his attention on her injuries.

“What the hell happened to you?” He questioned, voice soft as he watched the medic stitch her wounds, her eyes began fluttering shut, struggling to keep herself conscious as the effects of the fight began to become more prominent. She hummed in response as she fought to keep her eyes open, feeling Druig’s fingers gently trace over the stitched wounds from when the deviant dug its claws into her.

“So?” He asked impatiently, wanting nothing more than to kill whatever did this to her.

“It’s complicated, Druig.” She managed to breathe out, visibly wincing as the medic dabbed one of her wounds with disinfectant. Druig scoffed in return.

“Complicated?” He echoed in disbelief.

“The deviants are back.” She finally confessed, attempting to wrap her head around what she couldn’t believe truly happened. She remembered when the Eternals had finally killed them all, they celebrated with one another before going their separate ways due to Thena’s sickness.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, we killed them all... Right?” He questioned in disbelief.

“Exactly why I said it’s complicated.” She responded sarcastically, thanking the medic who completed his task, eyes now back to their original colour as he stared around in confusion wondering how he got there before Druig told him to get back home. He went back to his home without hesitation, wanting nothing more than to not be with the telepath and his counterpart in the middle of the night.

She pointed to where her luggage was laid, next to which was the corpse of the creature, Druig stood up immediately and made his way to the corpse, surprised that he didn’t notice the large creature beforehand. The head of the corpse was unattached to its body, a hole was seen in the middle of it’s torso, as he looked closer he could see that the deviant was in the process of healing itself before getting decapitated.

“It managed to heal itself.” She answered his unspoken question. He looked back at her and back at the deviant once again, unable to process this information.

“But that’s not possible.” He said in disbelief.

“If you think that’s shocking, wait till you find out that it didn’t even attempt to attack the human with me.” She began to stand up to make her way towards him.

“Are they safe?” He asked concerned and she scoffed in response, wondering if he remembered who he was talking to.

“D’you reckon this is the last time we’ll see another one of these?” He asked rhetorically, knowing something bigger was about to occur.

“Deviants with healing abilities that only want to hurt Eternals? We can only hope that was the only one.” She shrugged, Druig brought his arm around her to hold her up although not necessary.

“Guess it’s time for a family reunion, don’t you agree? My sweet blossom.”

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[yostresswritinggirl]

Seers' Miscellany

Prologue: Origins of the first bloom

A circular fic for the Dainsleif mini-series I'll be working on. This will be the introduction; of the evanescent bough keeper of the new world. "Observers of the North do not usually wind up in personal business, but when they do, in their wake comes great shifting of the plates of the timelines." Logs of the stag and the delicate flower.

Pairings -> Dainsleif x Reader; Reader is NOT Traveler

Word Count -> 1579

Themes -> Pretty sad, but also fluffy

Chapters -> 1

Warnings -> Story progression takes a while, oh dear why am I doing this now, I'm so busy

"500 mora; and three answered questions."

He's not really sure what lead him to indulge the requests of a simple adventurer when he made his rounds around the city of freedom. Was it the simple need for currency? It couldn't be, he was better off with other commissions that Katheryne could offer.

Was it the desperation in your voice and eyes? You looked at him like a prophet, your only salvation, and perhaps in this context that may be true. You were but a lone adventurer and the way your weight leans heavier on one foot shows your struggle to those who have keen eyes like him, no other person wished to indulge your needs and you were getting desperate.

Or was it the three questions? Dainsleif have yet to hear such contractual obligations before, but it felt as tho it was the most important part of the agreement he took the moment you pleaded with that soft voice. Humble yet resolved, not letting him walk away without at least considering it once.

And so he found himself traversing the land of the wolves through a dangerous path, where you skip ahead with a gait of happiness, bubbly and energetic enough to surpass even his long legs. You hummed without consideration at the glee of finally having a companion, and he did not mind it at the slightest despite the attention it may bring upon your little party.

"First question," Dainsleif fleeted his gaze away from the horizon to turn to you whom slowed your pace to match his, head looking over your shoulder with a wide grin. "How are you?" So innocent.

He huffs in amusement, the most emotion you've seen of him. "You don't need to waste a contract question for such a simple question, you know," he stands behind you as you crouch down on a shrubbery filled with Wolfhooks. Your main objective for visiting Wolvendom in the first place.

You assured him that you meant your question in every way possible as your hands carefully pick at the herbs, wary of the thorns and the intrusive prickly leaves. Despite your attention turned away from him he knows you await his answer. Dainsleif hums to himself and stops—

How is he? What does he truly feel in this moment of his time?

A simple question yet risked for one of the three inquiries agreed upon definitely holds a deeper meaning. His train of spiraling thoughts halts upon the sound of otherwordly grunts and chants as he turns away from your still busy form (you seem very focused on your foraging) to find three Hilichurls approaching with ill intent.

Dainsleif squints at the impending threat before shooting a final glance to make sure you weren't looking. His arm glows blue as he raises it, power in the form of blue swirling mist surges around him - how are you? The feeling brings him back to vague memories of his past, of the energy rising through him at his expeditions with an old companion, of the thrill spent upon encountering the unexpected. Such thoughts are not vivid but the familiarity of what he is experiencing right now was enough for him.

Though he was sure that there were no camps before they went through this route.

"You asked me how I am," he spoke when you finally turned from the bush with an armful of Wolfhooks on your arsenal, confusion on your face at the sight of downed Hilichurls and the side profile of the bough keeper.

His cerulean eyes were fixated at his left hand that he repeatedly closes and opens for a few seconds, before he fully turns to you (your eyes did not miss the blue glow from underneath his cape, where his right arm should be) with a wisp of a smile, "I feel alive right now."

You reciprocated the gesture with a wide grin, "I'm glad to hear that!"

A majority of the wolfhooks gathered where given to the little Botanist Chloris, the seller of flowers, who looked relieved and ecstatic upon your arrival. Something Dainsleif took great notice of. Carefully handing over the berries and some which you had to pluck singularly from your companion's flowy cape, the little girl gave you her Valberries in exchange.

It was sweet and familiar, something Dainsleif took note as he accepted your offer of the fruit despite his none need for sustenance.

Your little chewing sounded through as you two settled on the humble camp you managed to setup with your supply for a single individual. There was a little hole in the middle for a campfire Dainsleif had made the effort to prepare knowing the coldness the night will bring soon enough, and your fragile form is not something he wishes to bargain now. Is that really the reason? Perhaps in the back of his mind, he was really just working on forgotten routines.

"Second question," his footstep at the edge of the camp halts as he turns once again, where you sat on the mat as tonight's bedding, hands flicking to remove the stray juices of the berries. He stood still in wait before he goes back to his mini mission of getting fire wood.

"Go on," he urged when you stood a minute longer in silence.

"Do you like traveling, Dain?" Easy enough, he simply said yes and left when you ended the conversation with a nod.

When he came back with the wood and tinder bundle for easy spreading, out of the corner of his eye he watched your hands work on the mortal and pestle as you grinded the remaining wolfhooks on your person. The fire started the moment he was done setting up the kindling and your face filled with admiration at the sudden and immediate spark, praising him for his quick work.

Dainsleif is both talkative and not, and at times he finds himself rambling to the wind. The moments of the night passed without much details until he found himself talking about his past adventures with his old companion, of the world they've seen together and the now estranged relationship between them.

His responses were sometimes cryptic unintentionally, and he apologizes when there are things about it that he couldn't answer simply because he could not remember. When silence struck after he finished his tales and meal, the beautiful spike in his eyes found yours gleaming despite the drowsiness pulling at your whole feature.

"I'm glad you're very fond of traveling. If not, I wouldn't have met you," and he wouldn't have taken the commission. Dainsleif's eyes flashed in recognition, finally understanding the meaning behind your second question. Somehow this little commission deal turned into a silent back and forth quip of him understanding past your simple inquiries.

Like a little game he muses on with his curious mind.

That night you rested with the extra comfort of his eccentric cape, something you needed more than him as he gazes over the clear night sky. His eyes silently traced the galaxy of stars while the sound of your whispered breathing accompanies his sleepless night.

The last question and that last of your very quick expedition came the next day at the cliffside overlooking the lair sealed by winds.

Your fingers were dusted by the violet paste of grinded wolfhooks long consumed the night prior, stained fingers gripping the thin and fragile stem of the yellow dandelion in its grasp. It was his great observation that let him realize the disaster that happened now but even his foresight could not prepare him for what has to come.

"Third question," his head snapped down to watch your ethereal face don a calm smile, the sun's setting light kissing your cheeks in the right angle that matched that of the clean clouds above. Your eyes silently questioned his unfocused gaze but he only shook his head.

Don't worry about it. "I know this last question would end the commission with you," your voice trembled in both fear and fatigue but Dainsleif didn't force you to preserve your strength like he should. "But I wanted to ask, maybe tomorrow again,

do you want to be my traveling companion?"

The hand that clutched the Dandelion found it way to the side of his mask, the petals brushing against his eyelids as he looks down at you with an eye. A ghost of a smile lingers on his lips as he leans on your hand.

"It would be my pleasure."

Life momentarily flashed over your orbs before you let out a sharp exhale and a breathless, joyous laughter. Relief overtook the tension that laid on your shoulders, and your hand would have dropped to the ground immediately if he had not gripped it on the last second.

"That sounds good. I've always wanted to travel the world," he pulls the cape closer around your form as your eyelids droop to a close. And he witness another breathe, "It was supposed to be today, but I feel really tired today, I'll rest early too if that's okay."

He rose from the ground with you in his arms, "I'll be here."

"Mmm thank you... good... night."

"Good night, little dandelion."

And perhaps that distant memory from faraway had urged him to invite and indulge, when he saw the same spark of intrigue and desperation, of the warmth of carefree days in front of him.

"But I will require advance payment,

500 Mora, and three answered questions."

Dainsleif SUPREMACY MWAHAHAHAHAH

@genshin-idiot : here's your Dainsleif content

@moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @lehra @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @lilydewi22 @yellowflowre @traveler-lumine @nonniechan

#genshin impact x reader #Dainsleif x Reader #Genshin impact #Dainsleif #genshin impact imagines #exile.goblet #exile.flower #exile.pocketwatch #gender neutral #art by @cwilock

[searidings]

Kara moving in with her best bud Lena for Reasons (maybe her apartment is temporarily fucked up?) and now Lena has to watch her exercise/weight-lift/do yoga in a sports bra in her apartment

It’s already been a capital D type of Day, full of misogynistic potential investors and minor workplace explosions, when Lena opens her front door to the sight of Kara Danvers in a perfect-form downward facing dog on her living room floor.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she mutters, dropping her keys noisily onto the kitchen counter and making a beeline for the booze cupboard.

“Did you say something?” Kara asks angelically, transitioning smoothly into a cobra that very delightfully and extremely unhelpfully causes her biceps to flex like a Greek goddess. Her eyes, bluer than ever against the vast expanses of smooth golden skin on display above the sinfully tight cerulean sports bra she’s wearing, flutter angelically. She beams beatifically up at Lena from her yoga mat as if there’s any possibility her superhearing didn’t pick up on Lena’s words. As if she isn’t just trying to make Lena repeat herself for her own amusement.

“What are you even doing?” Lena asks a little more sharply than she intends, jaw clenched as she wills herself not to so much as glance in the direction of Kara’s exposed abs. She treats herself to a heavy pour of scotch, pauses to consider, then adds some more. “It’s not like you need to exercise. Like, at all.”

“Surely I get to indulge in whichever recreational activities I choose in my own home,” Kara replies cheerily, avoiding Lena’s carried-home-after-a-shitty-day snark with practiced ease.

“You gave up that privilege when you moved into my home instead,” Lena deadpans, Kara’s irrepressible affability in the face of her own bad moods beginning to chip away at her steely CEO armour. “That’s what you get for letting a flea-infested mongrel into your apartment—”

“Hey, Toto couldn’t help having fleas—”

“And not only that, letting it all over your couch, your bed—”

“He was cold! He just wanted to snuggle—”

Lena shudders. “You snuggled with that monstrous thing? I hope to god you burned the clothes you were wearing. And maybe the whole couch too.”

“Toto was not a thing, he fit perfectly on my—”

“And isn’t Toto usually the name of a small dog?” Lena asks incredulously, throwing back the scotch in one smooth swallow and pouring herself another. “That beast was almost taller than you!”

“Being a lap dog isn’t about size, Lena. It’s a state of mind.”

“A state of mind that’s meant your entire apartment has had to be fumigated. Twice.”

“And I’d do it again,” Kara says resolutely, pushing up into a high plank and inadvertently flexing her shoulders in a way that has Lena’s fingers slipping around the tumbler in her grasp. “Toto was homeless. He needed someone to take him in and love him, and I did.”

She drops to her knees and pushes back into child’s pose, tilting her chin up to gaze at Lena from between her extended arms. “Just like you’ve done with me.”

And Lena curses Kara and every one of her ancestors right back to the dawn of time for how endearing she is in this moment. For how physiologically incapable Lena is of maintaining her façade of annoyance in the face of those earnest eyes. God, when had she gotten so fucking soft?

But any thoughts of the blonde as cute or adorable evaporate into thin air as Kara pushes back up into downward dog, lifting one leg straight above her in a graceful arch. Her forearms flex as long fingers grip into the soft mat and Lena chokes a little on her next sip of scotch, eyes unfortunately, deliciously glued to the jut of Kara’s hipbone through her yoga pants and the toned lines of her tightened thighs.

“Seriously though,” Lena manages, turning away from the sight and congratulating herself on the fact that her voice is only slightly higher than normal. “Why do you even bother? It’s not going to tone you up any. Not that you need it,” she mutters into her scotch glass, tipping out the dregs of the bottle and reaching into the cupboard for a fresh one.

When she turns back to face the living room Kara’s cheeks are flushed, almost as if she’s blushing. Or maybe all the blood is just rushing to her stupid, unfairly attractive head.

“Yoga is about more than just muscle tone, Lena,” the blonde says disapprovingly, her gaze fixed on her mat. “It’s a mind-body connection. Mindfulness. Inner peace. It’s doing wonderful things for my stress levels.”

“It’s doing terrible things for mine,” Lena mutters, knowing Kara will hear her but finding herself increasingly uncaring as the scotch warming her throat begins to course hot through her veins.

“Then maybe you should get down here and join me,” Kara murmurs, voice low as she switches legs.

The blonde’s tone is practically a purr and Lena chokes for real this time, spluttering out the scotch attempting to find its forever home inside her lungs. Kara is behind her in a second, hand hot through the thin material of Lena’s blouse as she rubs gentle circles between her shoulder blades.

The offending appendage doesn’t withdraw, however, even once Lena’s regained full use of her airways and is wiping the tears from her eyes. In fact, it’s joined by a friend, and both of Kara’s hands slip up and over her shoulders quite without Lena’s permission, fingers kneading into the tight muscle.

“Wow, you are tense,” Kara murmurs, thumbs doing something absolutely sinful to the knots in Lena’s neck. The blonde steps closer, bracketing Lena against the cool marble of the kitchen island with her hips and it takes every single shred of self-control Lena possesses not to sag back into the hot body hovering against the length of her own.

Lena shuts her eyes and bites down on her lower lip, hard. Anything to keep from focusing on the warmth radiating off Kara’s oh God partially clothed body like a furnace.

Long dextrous fingers dig delicious into the tense set of Lena’s shoulders and she barely manages to hold back the breathy sounds of pleasure she’s fairly certain she should not be making at her best friend’s touch. Kara, if anything, seems spurred on by Lena’s restraint, fingers slipping inside the collar of Lena’s blouse to press firmly against her bare skin and oh God Lena is not going to survive this.

In fact, she can actively feel herself giving in to the pull, to Kara’s ineffable magnetism. She sways backwards just slightly, and Lena swears she’s not the only one who sucks in a sharp breath when their bodies fully connect. The frame pressed to her back is warm and firm and God, Kara is solid against her in a way that has all the blood in Lena’s body migrating south with pinpoint precision.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” Kara whispers, her breath ghosting the shell of Lena’s ear and making her shiver. “I could walk you through some asanas. Might help loosen you up.”

Jesus fuck.

“Nope!” Lena squeaks, cheeks aflame, pushing away from Kara and snagging the bottle of scotch on the way to her bedroom. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Enjoy your practice.”

The quiet sounds of Kara’s chuckles follow her all the way down the hall.

Lena spends the first five minutes of her shower staring unseeing at the tiled wall, mind blank but for the image of Kara’s washboard abs over the waistband of her yoga pants, the firm press of her body against Lena’s back.

The second five minutes is spent in intense silent conversation with herself, administering an internal pep talk worthy of a high school spirit rally and trying to convince her racing heart to resume its regular rhythm.

The third interval consists of Lena shampooing her hair in mounting despair, trying desperately to foresee a way of surviving the next three days of cohabitation until Kara’s apartment is deemed safe and fume-free if the blonde is going to insist on doing distracting activities and wearing distracting sports bras and just generally being distracting the whole time.

It’s only by minute sixteen of Lena’s long indulgent shower that a plan begins to form in her mind. She steps out onto the bathmat, appraising the various towels slung over the heated rail until she finds one fit for purpose. Tucks it snug round her body and pulls her dripping curls over one shoulder before making her way back out to the living room.

She can pinpoint the exact moment the blonde notices her entrance because the quiet room is suddenly filled with a rubbery tearing sound as Kara, on her hands and knees for a spine stretch, rips the mat beneath her hands clean in two.

Lena bites her lip to hold back a smirk, watching as blue eyes track slowly up the expanse of her bare legs, unimpeded by the towel that only barely reaches to mid-thigh, and then up to follow the droplets of water tracking their way down Lena’s chest until they disappear into the soft fabric.

Kara’s mouth is hanging open, arms and legs splayed wide where they rest on either side of the torn mat, and Lena relishes the thrill of victory that zips up her spine like a firecracker. Two can play at this game, that’s for sure.

“I was going to ask if you were ready to order takeout for dinner,” Lena says, letting her own voice drop low as she quirks an eyebrow. Her gaze falls pointedly to the sad remains of Kara’s yoga mat and this time she can’t hold back her smirk. “But it seems your mind-body connection might still need some work. I’ll leave you to it.”

Satisfied, she turns on her heel and saunters back to the bedroom, Kara’s eyes glued to her swinging hips like a physical weight on her body.

Cheeks pink, heart pounding, she drops onto her bedspread as a heady combination of relief and pleasure courses through her veins. Lena hasn’t had a roommate since boarding school but maybe this cohabitation – temporary as it may be – will end up having a few unanticipated perks.

#incredible how much you can write when you're procrastinating the stuff you're actually supposed to be writing #no idea where this came from but thanks anon and that supercorp spin class gif set for setting me onto thinking thoughts that ended up here #anyways-- #sc #minific #asks #anonymous #dings dot txt

[travellingarmy]

║Albedo║Notice Me

Fluff.

Word count: 1.1k

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You were either too dumb to notice or purposely doing it-- either way, Albedo didn't stop in his attempt to court you. However, he was getting pretty impatient and irritated at how you dismiss his approach.

"(Y/N), don't you think this flower is beautiful?" he asks, eyes trained on the flower in his hand. You turned your head towards the blonde and stare at the flower. "Yeah, I guess.. Why are you asking?" As a knight under the command of Mondstadt's Chief Alchemist and Captain of the Investigation Team, you were assigned to follow him outside the city's wall and to the outskirts of the region.

Apparently, an adventurer from the Adventurer's Guild had stumbled upon a ruin that had been sealed away by a pile of huge rocks, and since the Knight of Favonius' takeover of the ruin, it was your duty to look inside the ruin for anything. It doesn't matter what it is as long as it is something. Although, you didn't know why you were the only one that Albedo wanted to come in his search, or did you?

You have seen the way he looks at you; his face was stoic as ever but his eyes held a warmth that was never directed to anybody else-- not even Sucrose who stays by his side more than you. But, you refused to return his feelings. It wasn't as if you didn't have any mutual feelings towards the alchemist, you just thought it would be fun to act dumb. You want to see more from him; you want to see him grow more annoyed at every of his failed attempts to court you.

"I suddenly thought of you. Don't you think it suits you?" He turns to stare at you with his cerulean eyes, showing you that same glimmer filled with hearts. It was one of his many approaches. You laughed, dismissing his way to flirt with you. It's cute, really. "You speak as if I'm dead." Ah, there you go again. His eyes narrow slightly and something that looked like disappointment flash in his eyes before he returned to his stone-faced look.

"No, you aren't.." His eyes returned to the flower and then tossing it off to the side at random. "My apologies if it sounded that way." He walks deeper inside the ruin, leaving you to trail not too far from him. At this point, you weren't sure if you had saddened him but since you didn't know, you huffed a smile and followed quietly. Was he finally at his breaking point, upset that things always failed to go the way he wanted it to go with you?

If you want a straightforward answer, then it's yes.

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"Are you sure you should be continuing to ignore his interactions?" Amber asks, sitting across you while both of you enjoy lunch at Good Hunter's. The Outrider had caught wind of the changes with the Chief Alchemist not too soon he started to boldly ask you out fo a meal in a more discreet way. "Hm? What do you mean?" you ask, feigning idiocy.

The brunette sighs. "You've seen how Sir Albedo looks at you, don't lie!" Amber says, taking a bite out of her sticky honey roast. You remained silent, watching her eat to a point that made her awkward. Was it time to throw in the towel and go along with his attempts? It has been prolonging for too long, after all. "Uh.. (Y/N)?" You blinked a couple of times before your attention was on the female.

You laughed. "Sorry, I don't understand what you mean." You gave a closed-eyed smile at the female. No, now is not the right time to kick the bucket just yet. If you did, you won't have the chances to look at his frustrated look when every time he fails and gets a laugh out of it. There is no fun in that. And you were one to be remembered by how much you seek fun and laughter out of things.

Amber stares at you defeatedly, brows slightly dipping. "Whatever you say.." You laughed. "Don't think about it too much and ruin your pretty little head. Just eat your food." You rested your face on the palm of your hand. Amber stares at you, raising a brow before returning her energy to munch on the food, quickly forgetting the conversation.

Afterwards, the Outrider had to separate from you, bidding you goodbye for now. You turned on your heels, presumably heading towards the headquarters. You hadn't seen Albedo at all today and wondered if he's out somewhere. You chuckled at the thought if whether or not he'd try his luck again but to only fail.

Unknowingly, the person of question approaches you from behind while your guard was down. You yelp as he grabs your shoulder and turn you around and backing you against a wall. It happened all too fast and it showed on your face, eyes wide as you comprehend what just happened.

You blinked twice and soon, your focus was on the alchemist, Albedo. He had one of his hand on the wall- besides your head- and stare at you with a tight lip. "Huh, Albedo? What do you--" "I like you." The word came out so easily that you weren't sure that you heard that right. Yeah, you know that he likes you but to boldly confess? You didn't expect that from a man like him.

"S, sorry, could you repeat that? I think I've--" "No, you haven't," he said, cutting you off once more. " I like you, (Y/N). And I know you're smart to have caught on so why are you dodging my attempts?" Oh boy, he really has become impatient. It was visible in his eyes that he wasn't going to try anymore.

Blood rushes to your face. "I, uh.." "Don't act dumb. Tell me whether or not you hold any feelings for me. If not, I will back away from you," he said in all seriousness. He couldn't continue playing chase anymore.

When you hadn't said anything in a reasonable amount of time, he sighs and turns on his heels, ready to walk away and forget ever courting you. When you realized this, you took his hand, stopping his and returning his attention to you, looking over his shoulder. "W, wait, I.." You avert your eyes to the side, not wanting him to leave and to never look at you the way you wanted ever again. "I, I like you too.." Finally, the words he wanted to hear from you finally left your tongue and made him smile.

You let go of his hand as he turns his whole body towards you. He then cups your face between his hands and brought your foreheads together, forcing you to look at him. Heat rushes to your face by ten folds at the closeness. "I'm happy to hear that."

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#genshin #genshin impact #gender neutral #genshin impact albedo #albedo x reader #albedo

[kelly-h]

I FELL FOR YOU AT, MY NAME IS!

PART TWO

Kate woke to her alarm, turned over in bed to turn it off. She looked at the time, 5:30am and groaned, mumbled to herself "What the hell am I doing?" As she sat up on the edge of the bed and thought, Lanie's fault.

Nearly 8 Month's ago her and Lanie, were having drinks at her place, when a conversation started about how Kate, needed to find herself a man. They talked about dating sites and other ways.

Then Lanie, came up with "Shame you don't have a kid, the school gate's are magnets for single father's!"

Kate, laughed "That is so not true."

Lanie, squeeked out "I'm telling you, it is. It's a well known fact!"

Then Kate's alcohol induced brain had an idea. "Okay, I will prove you wrong. I will get me a side job in a school for a month or two." And she joked "If I don't find a single guy in that time, you have to take me out to dinner every week, for a month!"

Lanie raised her glass, as did Kate, and Lanie replied "Deal" as they both took a drink.

Now here she was after studying Childcare, in her spare time for 7 months and finally getting a placement for in house training, in a class of fifteen, 6 year old's.

She arrived at School around 7:30, to set up tables in class with colour pencils and paper. She wants the children to draw her a picture of their families. (For personal reasons of course) Plus she thought the Children would enjoy the activity.

At 7:45 Alexis', voice made her jump from her musings. "Good morning Alexis, you're early today."

"My daddy want's to meet you!" She said with excitement in her voice and the cutest smile.

"Oh" As she looked up to the classroom door, she could have sworn her heart jumped right out of her mouth. Standing right there with the most amazing smile on his face and those gorgeous blue eyes of his, was her favourite Author, Richard Castle.

As he approached closer and held out his hand to her "Hi, my name is" He stumbled on his name and thought 'Wow' "Ermm, Richard Castle, nice to meet you!"

She nervously took his hand, tried to hide her blush, bit down on the side of her lower lip and hoped he couldn't hear how fast and loud her heart was beating "Hello, Err Kate Beckett. Nice to meet you too!"

"Alexis tells me you're a police officer"

"Yeah, Detective actually"

"So, how did you end up here?"

She feels her cheeks getting a little hotter and doe's a little gulp before replying "Oh, I like a challenge!" That was all she was prepared to say. Then to her slight relief, other children started to arrive.

"Well Miss Beckett, I guess I had better leave you to it." He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a card and handed it to her "This is my private number. Call me anytime... You know if there's anything.. to do with Alexis I mean. Or anything." He hmm'ed to clear his throat at the end. Suddenly it felt very dry.

She glanced quickly into his cerulean blue eyes and with a shy smile replied "Thank you, I will." He smiled and said goodbye.

An hour or so later Kate, was circling the tables, to look at all the wonderful pictures, the children had drawn of their families. Stopping at each one to ask about them. She stopped at one in particular and her heart did a complete nose dive and sunk, when she could clearly see Alexis, had drawn herself holding hands with a male and female. She thought to herself. 'I knew it was to good to be true. Like my favourite Author Richard Castle, was going to be interested in me anyway.' She sighed and pasted on the best smile she could muster..

"Alexis, that is a really impressive drawing. Is this your Mom?"

Alexis, frowned. "Nooo silly, that's my Gram." Alexis gave the biggest smile then. "She's an actress."

As silly as it was Kate felt a massive relief and a fluttering sensation in her stomach. In that moment her smile became real.

It had been a long day when Kate finally arrived home. She collapsed on her back onto the bed, holding up the card she had been given, stared at Richard Castle's name and number for a few minutes with a soft smile on her face. Then she sat up, grabbed her phone and proceeded to lock in his number under the name Castle. Flopped back down on the bed clutching her phone and the card to her chest and closed her eyes.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Selfish Part 2

Pairings | Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x f!reader (kind of?)

Warnings | angst, crying, swearing

Word count | 1669

Summary | y/n and Bucky struggle to deal with Steve's selfish choice

A/n | I'm thinking of writing a part three? Let me know if you'd want to see that!l

Masterlist | Part One | Part three

"Oh god," Bucky groaned the second he entered y/n's room, lifting his arm to cover over his nose teasingly as he walked in, "you know I love you, Doll, but it's starting to smell as if something's died in here." Bucky over exaggerated, pacing quickly to the windows and pushing them open.

The man let out a long sigh when he finally faced y/n after she made no response. He was so used to her quipping back to his and Sam's jokes that the past week felt as if y/n was gone, too. And in lots of ways, she was.

It had been a week since Steve left, and y/n hadn't moved much since. Bucky had sat down at a table three times a day with her, refusing to leave until she finished her meal and a cup of water. But apart from that, she'd done nothing but stare into space.

As much as he was still grieving, Bucky was used to this. Losing people, that is - not his best friend leaving him and their girl for someone they loved 70 years ago. No, he was out of his area of expertise on that one. But Bucky was used to losing the people he loved. And by now, he'd managed to cut his dazed and broken phase of grieving to a few days, so by now he was only really upset at night.

That's when he would cry into his pillow, feeling more and more alone. Sam was still running missions; just because aliens had invaded didn't mean any human threats had warned off.

It'd been him and y/n for a week in the compound, and it was now that Bucky realised that the girl hadn't even been capable of washing herself. Yikes, she was taking this bad.

"C'mon, Doll. You gotta shower at some point. Or I could run you a bath?" Bucky suggested, huffing another long sigh when y/n looked straight through him. Bucky's jaw clenched and he carded a hand through his hair, blowing out a deep breath before putting on a kind face.

The next thing y/n new, she was sat in the shower. She vaguely remembered Bucky throwing her over his shoulder and walking swiftly to the bathroom, telling her how she still needed to look after herself even though Steve was gone.

God, those words hurt. As in that Steve was gone, of course. Although Bucky telling her she needed to actually clean herself every-now-and-then because she smelt like somebody had died stung a little, it didn't hurt her.

The water pricked at her skin, slates of chilling droplets pelting down on her. She'd been sat there long enough for the water to run cold and her thoughts to run dry.

The only thing y/n could picture was Steve's lifeless body. His eyes void of life, that amused sparkle that'd glint beneath the baby blue when he'd tease her, make a joke, burnt out into emptiness. The bright smile that used to grace his lips when he'd see y/n the fist time after a mission, no matter the length, gone.

She'd also thought about how he died. Did Thanos murder him himself? Had he been saving someone? Did one of Thanos' cronies get to him? Did he fall, or get crushed? The possibilities were endless, but one thing was certain: Steve was gone.

A soft rasp of knuckles against the bathroom for momentarily pulled y/n out of her daze, her red eyes shifting upwards for a moment as she followed the noise with her sight through the steamed-over glass shower door.

"Doll? You haven't drowned, have you?" Bucky's gentle voice sang from the other side. Y/n could physically feel her muscles relaxing at the sound of his thick voice, her mind relaxing, too. Although she hadn't spoken in days, it didn't mean she didn't want Bucky to talk to her.

No, it was quite the opposite, really. Y/n was thankful for Bucky's mindless chatter and conversations, his caring questions and constant check-ups. It grounded her, gave y/n a reason for still being here if someone wanted her company.

Sighing, the girl pulled herself to her feet. She stumbled out of the shower, having to poke her head back in and turn the water off after forgetting initially. She picked up the fluffy towel that Bucky had left folded up for her and patted herself dry before wrapping the cloth around her body. Y/n ran her fingers through her now-damp hair before heaving another sigh.

"She's alive." Bucky smirked as y/n stepped out, clutching the towel to her chest. He was perched on her bed, facing the bathroom door with his hands bracing the edge of the mattress. "I thought you'd never come outta there, it's been over an hour, doll." Bucky explained as she hastily walked over to the drawers on the other side of her bed, pulling out a pair of panties and some shorts before tossing them to the bed.

She bent down more this time, pulling a t-shirt from one of the lower draws and throwing it to join the other clothes on the bed without really looking at what it was. She let the draw shut with a snap, turning to the bed and picking up the panties.

Bucky kept facing away, wanting to give y/n her privacy as she pulled the clothes on under her towel. Bucky could sense y/n still the second she reached to grab the shirt, her hand stilling mid-air.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky mumbled, not wanting to turn and face her incase she was still not fully dressed. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat thickly, her mouth becoming dry as she hummed.

"Mm hm." It was short and cut off, the affirmative noise the closest she'd come to speaking in a week. She turned around again, pulling out another shirt before putting it on.

Y/n walked around the bed again, patting her wet hair between the towel. Bucky's eyes followed her the whole time, cerulean blue watching closely as she dumped the towel in the hamper.

"Do you want me to leave?" Bucky murmured as she climbed into bed, his weight pinning the duvet down on one side. Taking y/n's silence as a yes, Bucky moved to stand up.

"Wait." Y/n's voice was a meek thing, disjointed and hoarse from its only use for seven days being sobbing against her pillow. Yes, the one that still smelt like Steve. "Can you-" y/n took a breath as Bucky looked at her, a happy glint to his eyes. "Would you stay with me? Tonight? I don't know if I can be alone again..."

Bucky's lips tugged into a small smile, the super solder clambering into the bed beside y/n. He nestled in beside her, pulling the girl to his chest as he laced his hand with hers. Their intertwined fingers lay over his chest, his metal arm wrapped around her shoulders.

For a moment all that could be heard was the soft whirring of the metal plates in his arm, and the controlled breathing of the two people.

"Bucky?" Y/n asked, swallowing her fear as she looked up at him. Bucky hummed in acknowledgment, playing with y/n's fingers as he waited for her to speak. "How did- h-how did Steve...you know, die?" Y/n bit through the building tears.

Bucky felt his stomach drop at her question. He didn't expect that right now. Eventually, yes. But not whilst they were curled up on her bed. The words seemed to get stuck in his throat, sticking to his skin as he tried to pry them out.

"I-" he couldn't lie. He couldn't. It would be cruel, to do so. She loved Steve, so she deserved to know the whole truth. "Y/n, Steve didn't- he didn't die." Bucky grated through gritted teeth, tongue like a weight in his sandpaper throat.

"W-what?" Y/n mumbled, eyes widening with shock, fear, hope, anger. She sat up, turning around in his grip to face Bucky. A scowl had settled across her features, plaguing her gorgeous eyes with a hue of hurt. "Then where is he?"

Bucky sighed, his eyes sliding closed as the words fell from her mouth.

"Bucky. Where is Steve?" Y/n spat, her tone morphing into something harsh, something unlike her. Bucky swallowed thickly, but it seemed to do nothing. Y/n watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, arms coming to fold over her chest.

"Steve left, doll. He's not- he's not coming back." Bucky breathed, his face dropping into his hands.

"What do you mean?" Y/n whispered, voice cracking with a bubble of pain. "Why isn't he coming back?"

"Because he left to be with Peggy, okay? He left us, y/n! For some fucking dame that he loved over 70 years ago!" Bucky had finally snapped, his own tears collecting against his flushed cheeks now. Maybe the grief hadn't quiet passed.

Y/n's face dropped into one similar to the day bucky first told her Steve was gone. But, the subtle hint of difference was menacing; this time, rage fuelled her emotions.

"I-I don't understand, why would he-?" Y/n couldn't bring herself to finish her question, the answer already dancing around in her mind.

"I don't either, doll. I miss him, and yet I hate him for what he did. To me, to you, to us." Bucky's voice was barely above a murmured mutter, eyes downcast as he picked at the hem of his shirt.

"I-" y/n opened her mouth before closing it, a croaked sob interrupting a hiccup as she fell back into Bucky's embrace.

Steve, her Steve, had become a selfish, selfish man.

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Bechloe Week 2021 - Day 6

Neighbors AU

"Hold the elevator," a voice called out.

Beca recognized the voice and gave a small smile as she stuck her hand against the elevator door to keep it from closing.

"Thanks," the owner of the voice said without looking at Beca. She was on the phone and continued her conversation, ignoring Beca as she did so.

"Please, Brey! You have to do it."

Beca stood back watching her neighbor, Chloe, as the elevator began moving. Beca held her phone up and pretended to scroll through it as she eavesdropped on the redhead's call.

"It's just for one week," Chloe said into the phone.

Beca chanced a quick glance at her elevator riding companion and noticed she was fumbling with folders and files as she held her phone between her shoulder and her ear.

Chloe Beale, age about 26 Beca would guess, moved in next door to Beca about six months ago. Beca thinks Chloe is hot with her red hair, cerulean blue eyes, and a killer body. It was obvious the woman took care of herself.

Beca had introduced herself shortly after Chloe moved in, but Chloe hasn't really shown any interest in anything other than the usual courtesy greeting in the hallway or elevator.

Beca has noticed a lot of people leaving Chloe's apartment over the last six months; usually early in the morning, and none more than once that Beca can recall. Beca was done with one-night stands and meaningless hookups and was looking for something long-lasting and permanent. She thought about asking Chloe out but didn't want to be another one-and-done to Chloe.

"But, everything will be paid for," Chloe said, causing Beca to snap out of her Chloe-induced thoughts.

The elevator reached their floor and Beca waited for Chloe to exit before she did. She smiled as she watched Chloe walk away. I mean, why wouldn't she? Chloe looked just as good walking away as she did coming toward you, and Beca did not mind the view at all.

"I'll even pay for your time if you go," Beca heard Chloe say. Beca shook her head and reached into her bag to pull out her keys. Chloe laughed as she said, "No, not like a hooker. I wouldn't expect sex from you."

Beca gave Chloe a nod as she walked past her to get to her apartment. As Beca stepped over the threshold of her apartment, she looked back and noticed some papers on the floor outside Chloe's already closed door. Beca figured the redhead hadn't noticed them fall. Beca dropped her bag inside her apartment before closing her door and walking over to Chloe's door. She squatted down to pick up the papers.

Once Beca gathered all the papers, she stood and sorted the pages a bit so they were in a neat bundle in her hand. She glanced down at them and they looked like test papers.

"Chloe's a teacher?" Beca mumbled, furrowing her brow.

The apartments they live in cost quite a bit and Beca is surprised. If Chloe is a teacher, how can she afford this place?

Beca shrugged her shoulders and lightly knocked on the door. After a moment, a barefoot Chloe answered.

"Oh," Chloe said, surprised to see Beca standing there. "Um, Beca, right?"

"Yeah. You, um, you dropped these," Beca said as she handed the papers to Chloe.

"Oh, thank you," Chloe said as she took the papers. "That was nice of you."

"Just being neighborly," Beca said with a smile. "Have a good evening."

Beca turned to walk back to her apartment when Chloe stopped her. "Wait!"

Beca turned back and looked at Chloe with a raised eyebrow.

"Would you like to come in for a drink?" Chloe asked.

"Um," Beca said.

"I wanted to apologize," Chloe said, causing Beca's eyebrows to raise in surprise. "I know I haven't been very neighborly and I'm sorry about that."

"Okay, sure," Beca said. "A drink would be nice."

Chloe moved aside to allow Beca to enter. Beca looked around and noticed that Chloe's layout was much the same as hers.

"Come to the kitchen," Chloe said. "Is beer okay?."

"Beer's fine," Beca said and followed Chloe.

"Have a seat," Chloe told Beca, indicating the stools at the counter.

Beca sat and watched as Chloe opened the refrigerator and pulled out two beers. She walked over and sat at the counter across from Beca; she handed Beca a beer.

"I do want to apologize for being so standoffish," Chloe said.

"Um, it's okay," Beca said. "Really."

"No, it's not," Chloe said. "I moved here to get away from my mother. Sad I know, but it's the truth. It gets kind of lonely and you seem like someone I could be friends with, and it would be nice to have at least one friend here."

Beca thought about making a comment about the many "friends" she'd seen leaving Chloe's apartment but thought better of it.

"Do you want to talk about why you had to get away from your mother?" Beca asked as she sipped her beer. "I mean, I get it. I moved mostly to be as far away from my dad as I could. It might make you feel better to talk about it."

"That's a story for another time," Chloe said with a laugh. She took a drink of her beer and looked at Beca. "So, what do you do?"

"I, um, I'm a songwriter and music producer," Beca said.

"That sounds-" Chloe stopped and took a good look at Beca. Her eyes widened and she squealed. "O-M-acaG! You're Beca Mitchell! I've lived next door to you for six months and can't believe I didn't recognize you. I love your music. And that song you wrote with P!nk is one of my favorites."

"Um, thanks," Beca said. "And, what the hell is O-M-acaG?"

Chloe let out a loud laugh. "Sorry. I was in an acapella group in college and Aubrey, my best friend, used to put aca in front of everything. I would tease her about it and then find myself doing it as well."

"Wow," Beca said. "Of all the things I could have imagined, you being in an acapella group was not even a consideration. I mean, it's kind of lame."

"It is not lame," Chloe said, her jaw dropping. "We were the tits and went to the ICCAs our Junior Year."

"What are the ICCAs?"

"It's the National Championships for Collegiate a cappella," Chloe said.

"Ah," Beca said. "So, you went. But, did you win?"

"No, but that doesn't make it lame," Chloe said, taking a sip of her beer and sitting it on the counter. "Let me show you something."

Chloe stood and grabbed her laptop from her desk, returning to sit exceedingly close to Beca at the counter.

"Well, hello," Beca said with a grin, eyeing how close to her Chloe was sitting.

Chloe smirked and opened her laptop. She logged in and clicked on a few things.

"This is our first performance Senior Year," Chloe said before hitting play.

Beca looked toward the computer screen and grimaced slightly. She glanced at Chloe and said, "Did you just get out of flight attendant's school?"

"Hush," Chloe said with a laugh. "Those were our costumes."

"You mean you wore them on purpose?" Beca asked, looking at Chloe wide-eyed.

"It was tradition to wear them," Chloe said with a shrug. "Plus, Aubrey liked them and she was the Captain, so that was that."

Beca nodded her head and listened to the performance. When it was done, Chloe hit pause and looked at Beca.

"It was, um, pretty good," Beca said. "But, your song choice was a bit dated don't you think?"

"I agree with you," Chloe said. "But Aubrey had something to prove so she used the same set we had used the year before."

"Why?" Beca asked, truly curious why they didn't go for something more modern and different.

"Here, I'll show you why," Chloe said and clicked on another video. "This is our ICCAs performance Junior Year."

Chloe hit play and Beca watched.

"Holy shit!" Beca cried out when Aubrey started vomiting. "Oh, my God, that's disgusting."

Chloe stopped the video and looked at Beca. She couldn't help the laugh that came out upon seeing Beca's shocked face.

"How did the rest of your Senior Year go?" Beca asked, closing the laptop so she didn't have to stare at the frozen picture of Aubrey vomiting. It was just gross.

"We made it to Regionals but that was it," Chloe said. "Aubrey was pushing us to the point no one wanted to be a Barden Bella. We were Seniors but the other girls were Freshmen. No one wanted to continue in the group so they disbanded when we graduated."

"That's too bad," Beca said. "You had some really good voices. Especially yours. With the right set, you girls could have won."

"How do you know which voice was mine?" Chloe asked.

"It's my job to know these things," Beca said. "I have to be able to pick out each voice in a group and isolate it. That way, if someone is off-key or hits the wrong note, I know immediately who it is."

"Wow," Chloe said.

Beca went to speak but stopped when her phone pinged indicating a new text had come in. She pulled out her phone and checked the message.

"Oh, shoot," Beca said. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'm supposed to meet up with a few friends."

"Oh, that's fine," Chloe said. "I enjoyed talking with you and maybe we can do this again sometime. Or, maybe you'll let me take you out to dinner and we can talk some more."

"I enjoyed talking to you, too," Beca said as she started walking to the door. "As for dinner, can I get back to you on that?"

"Sure," Chloe said as she walked with Beca and held the door for her. Chloe watched as Beca went to her apartment.

"Don't forget to let me know about that dinner date," Chloe said.

"I won't forget," Beca said, giving Chloe a little wave before entering her apartment.

~ BeChloe Week 2021 - Day 6 ~

Later that night, Beca was sitting in her favorite bar with her friends Jessica and Emily. She had told them about finally talking to Chloe and how Chloe had asked her out to dinner.

"So, are you going to go out with her?" Jessica asked.

"I, um, I don't know," Beca said. "I mean, I want to, but all I can think about is all the one-nighters I've seen leaving her apartment. I've done the one-and-done thing. I'm looking for someone who wants to be in a relationship."

"I say go for it," Emily said. "Maybe she'll like you enough to get on the same page as you. I mean look at Stacie; she slept with whoever she wanted and even had a baby out of wedlock. Along comes Jesse and now she's happily married with another kid on the way."

"I think those two are the exception, not the rule," Beca said.

"I'm with Emily," Jessica said. "I think you should go for it. Worst case scenario, you get laid by a gorgeous redhead. Best case, she's looking for a real relationship, too, and you two end up together."

"Things in my life are never that simple," Beca said. "I could really fall for this girl. And, quite honestly, I think I already have. If I feel like this now, one date is just going to make me want to make it something more and not just a one-time thing, so I'm going to tell her no. I think that's best."

"I disagree," Emily said. "But, it's your life. You do you."

~ BeChloe Week 2021 - Day 6 ~

Beca had to work late every night the following week and was surprised to realize that she hadn't seen any one-nighters leaving Chloe's apartment during the week.

It was Friday night, and Beca had Emily, Jessica, and Stacie over for a girl's night. They were sitting around enjoying a glass of wine when there was a knock on the door. Beca excused herself and went to answer the door. She was a bit surprised to see Chloe standing there.

"Oh, um, hey," Beca said, looking back over her shoulder.

"Hey," Chloe said, shifting from one foot to the other. "Do you have a minute? I'd like to talk to you."

"Um," Beca stammered just as the door was pulled fully open by Stacie.

"Let me guess," Stacie said, looking Chloe up and down. "Gorgeous redhead? Rockin' bod? Blue eyes you could get lost in for eternity? You must be Chloe."

"Neighbor Chloe?" Jessica asked, rushing over to the door to get a look at Beca's infamous redheaded neighbor.

"I want to meet her, too," Emily said, following Jessica.

"Do you guys mind?" Beca asked, giving them her best death glare.

Chloe stood there smiling. "You've been talking about me, huh?"

"Maybe a little," Beca said, blushing.

"A little?" Stacie snorted. "How about every waking moment. You should come in and join us."

"I don't want to intrude," Chloe said.

"You're not intruding," Jessica said, turning to look at Beca. "Tell her, Beca."

Beca sighed and looked at Chloe. "It's okay. You're not intruding. Besides, I owe you a drink."

"Thank you," Chloe said as she entered the apartment. "You also owe me an answer to that dinner date I asked you for."

"Date?!" Stacie squealed. "You and Beca are dating? Why am I the last to know this?"

"Not dating, Stacie," Beca said, glaring at Stacie.

"That's only because she hasn't said yes yet," Emily said.

"Don't worry," Jessica said. "She will."

"She'd better," Stacie said.

"She's right here," Beca said.

"So, does that mean you'll go out with me?" Chloe asked.

"Can we talk out in the hall?" Beca asked.

"Sure," Chloe said and turned to walk out the door.

Beca followed Chloe out and turned back to look at her friends who were all moving to follow them.

"Stay!"

"Rude!" Stacie said as Beca closed the door behind her.

"Sorry about them," Beca said as she stood facing Chloe. "Look, about dinner. Thank you for the invitation but, I'm, uh, I'm going to have to decline."

"May I ask why?" Chloe said. "I thought we had a connection."

"We did, do," Beca said. "Honestly, I like you, Chloe, but I'm not looking for a one-night stand or a hookup. I'm done with that sort of thing."

"And?"

"And, I don't want to be just another notch on your bedpost," Beca said. "I'm not that girl." Beca sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I know we just met but I would want something more with you."

"What if I said I wanted something more with you, too?" Choe asked, moving a step closer to Beca.

"Are you saying that?"

Chloe put her hands on Beca's hips and pulled her flush to her. Beca let out a small gasp when their bodies clashed together.

"What I'm saying is. ."

The rest of Chloe's words were lost when her lips crashed against Beca's. Beca whimpered and put her arms around Chloe's neck. They battled for dominance, only jumping apart when Beca's apartment door flew open.

"I told you they were kissing," Stacie said with a smug smile.

"Go away," Beca said, making a shooing motion with her hands.

Beca pulled Chloe back to her and reclaimed Chloe's lips. If it were possible, Chloe pulled Beca even closer.

Emily blushed and stepped around them, hurrying down the hall. Stacie stood there watching as Beca and Chloe continued to kiss. Jessica grabbed Stacie by the arm and pulled her away and down the hall.

"I want all the details tomorrow, Mitchell," Stacie called back over her shoulder as Jessica maintained her hold on Stacie's arm to keep her moving.

Chloe finally pulled back from the kiss.

"Wow," Chloe said, touching her forehead to Beca's.

"Wow, indeed," Beca said. She cleared her throat. "Would you like to come in? I think I'd like to be that girl tonight."

Chloe's smile widened as Beca took her hand and led her into her apartment, slamming the door behind them.

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[koniginwrites]

Captured (Dabi x f!reader)

T/W: blood, rape, extreme violence, kidnapping, dacryphillia?, spitting, misogynistic dabi

WC: 1428

PLEASE read the trigger warnings!

A/N: Thanks to the lovely @romancefiend and @doinmybesthere for beta reading

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Of the things the girl never expected, was to be thrown into a fantasy she once considered erotic. She was one who frequently consumed works of fiction that contained topics of repulsion. Gory, gruesome, perverted and cruel. This woman would read endless pages of hard and strange topics, works of make believe, unreal. But to experience these situations first hand was a nightmare, rather than a daydream.

Pulled from her dream of obscureness and comfort by a loud metal door slamming shut, she awoke. Her eyebrows furrowed and she inhaled sharply, shaking herself from the pull of sleep. Though soon, a piercing headache caused her to slow her movements as she let out a groan of pain. Heavy eyelids struggled to open and her gaze met that of a rough concrete floor stained red with what was assumed to be blood. 

“Wh-Where am I?” She mustered out, quietly. Exhausted. Her heart raced as her surroundings became more clear. A small cramped room monochromatic, stained with fluids from victims of whatever atrocities happened before. ‘What happened? How did I get here?’ She thought.

… I was just… I was just walking home. A strange man, covered in grotesque purple skin and staples approached me… I refused conversation… Darkness…

“Good morning.” a raspy voice greeted his new plate of delight. ‘Did he do anything to me? Oh god, what if he touched me? Has he…?’ Question after question raced through the poor girl’s mind and soon enough, panic set in. She struggled against the bindings around her limbs.

It’s just a bad dream. She thought as she closed her eyes. But the all too real tug of restraints reminded her that she was trapped. Bound and clothed in a sweltering room, she began to sweat. Tears followed soon after. So much fear coursed through her as she sobbed into the concrete.

“What’s wrong?” The perpetrator mocked. Black leather boots came into the girl’s line of sight, blocking the stains of blood. The toe of the metal tipped boot came in contact with his victim’s cheek, nudging it up towards himself to see her perspiring and tear covered face. “When a man compliments you, you say ‘thank you’ and smile, right?” The staples in his face pulled harshly on his skin as he curled his lips into a devious smile. 

Maniac.

He crouched down, boney fingers brushing into the woman’s hair soon pulling roughly against the strands. “Right? Instead of ignoring me.” He exhaled loudly, breathing onto the girl’s neck. “Repeat after me, thank you.”

Warmth traveled from the scarred palm, to dirty fingernails and onto the scalp of the bound victim. “Th-thank you.”

“For what?”

“Complimenting me.” Her lips quivered and body trembled in the grip of her assaulter. 

“Good, but obviously your attitude needs some correcting, right?” 

Immense rage filled the woman as she did what she thought would get the maniac to release her. Pursing her lips, she spat at him, hitting him just under his eye. Though he only chuckled in response. A Cheshire grin formed on his burnt face, causing tension against the staples holding clean skin to deformed skin and he spoke low, “I can do that too.”

He recreated her action, spitting onto her dirty, sweaty face. For her, it wasn’t just the grossness it felt to be spat on, it was the sizzling of her cheek and the scorching burn withering away at flesh that the saliva came into contact. 

And she screamed.

The constant thrashing and flailing against the concrete finally caused the monster to lose his grip and balance, stumbling in the fight. In panic, she forced her leg towards her attacker’s chest, landing a swift, successful blow. 

“I admire your will to fight, but honestly, it’s getting you nowhere.” He picked himself up and extended his left arm. Blue embers for in his palm, soon creating a whirlwind of flames in color comparable to that of his cynical cerulean eyes. 

The heat reached her ankles, burning away the restraints but also burning away her mobility. At this point, she was so consumed by fear and pain that the only sound she made was from her choked breathing. 

“Time to have some fun.” The man jostled the weeping woman onto her stomach and sat on her rear. He analyzed her body, seeing that she no longer seemed to fight back and deemed it time to unbind her wrists.

Scorching fingers reach into the girl’s pants, hooking underneath the fabrics, removing everything with little struggle. “What a lovely view.” He licked his lips in curiosity; what to do first?

He landed two harsh slaps against her rear, keeping a hand on each cheek and slowly burning his print into her skin. Her muscles contracted but no sound came from her mouth. His thumbs spread her ass apart, and spat between her legs, returning to her that burning sensation. No reaction. 

“Call me Dabi, dollface.” He spoke as he began removing his belt. “I wanna hear you scream my name.” Dabi stroked along your folds, in a poor attempt to prepare her, but frankly he didn’t care about how she felt, and soon enough penetrated her. Only her eyes fluttered as Dabi stretched her out, tired from the previous torment.

Scratches against her face from the rough concrete added up with each thrust of Dabi’s hips. Her eyes count the cracks on the wall, in the slightest attempt to take her mind off of the horrendous assault against her. But nothing could really distract her from the feeling of these criminal fingers brushing against her hair, and knuckles digging into her wrists as he pinned her down. 

Once Dabi’s thrusting halted, he took time to massage the woman’s shoulder blades. For a brief moment, she enjoyed that feeling. Savoring the gentle hands of a monster giving her a small taste of bliss before violenting spinning her onto her back. 

Those same monstrous hands brush the sticky hair out of her face. She gave no reaction as he resumed his assault, reentering and hastening his pace from before.

She stared into his turquoise eyes, watching his face. Grinning, grunting and painting. He enjoyed this. He reveled in her pain and fear. 

Fingers traced over her clothed breasts exploring her wrecked, bruised and burned body aiding to his pleasure. Dabi ripped her shirt in half followed by her bra giving him full access to the girl’s chest. His hands continued to wander like snakes wrapping their prey in a grip of death. The pinching and pulling made the woman’s skin crawl.

“Ahh. That’s it. Almost there.” He mumbled to himself. His bony pelvis rammed harder into his prey, and faster. The girl’s entire body scraped against the floor as he reached his climax. “Fuck. So warm.” His words slurred and his nails dug into the woman’s hips, enough to break skin. Boiling semen coated her insides. 

“Man, that felt good.” Dabi wiped away his own sweat as he remained inside of her, moving ever so slightly. “Maybe we should go for round two?”

Despite the girl’s refusal, he played with her body, twisting her into different and humiliating poses.

And he goes again.

And again.

And once more.

Smoke rose from Dabi’s body as the victim and attacker became sweaty messes. His final time, he finished while laying on top of her. Finally, he removed himself from inside of the girl to see his own little mess pour out. With a pat on her stomach, he stood up to admire his work.

She panted, struggling to catch her breath and focused on the ceiling. Dabi snickered to himself seeing the state of her pathetic body. “Ah, thanks for the fun.” He adjusted a couple loose staples on his hand. “I might keep you around next time I wanna blow off some steam.”

She rolled onto her stomach and attempted to prop herself up on all fours. Though due to her lack of strength, she ended up crawling towards the back wall. As she moved into a seated position, Dabi redressed himself. She turned back to see him giggling to himself, watching her struggle.

“Here.” Dabi tossed his coat at his victim. “Y’might get chilly. Keep this to warm you up.” Her hands ran over the fabric as it landed on her legs. “Keep it as a reminder for my next visit.” He winked and left the room, locking the door behind him.

His last words stirred inside of the woman as she threw the coat with her remaining strength. He’s going to do it again.

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[written-by-ariddletobesolved]

little prince.

For Helsa Week 2021, Day 1: Parenthood ♥️ @helsaweekmasterlist

Excerpt. It was a perfect day for him and his little family, just the three of them, together, and he couldn't ask for something more perfect than this precious moment.

Rating: G • Word Count: 1,355

The fic will soon be posted on AO3 and FFnet as per usual. It's already day 2, where I live, but nah, let me post this now cause I fell asleep and it's still 19 April somewhere in the globe. Also, the prequel of this fic will be posted soon cause it fits the prompt (Soulmates) so please stay tuned. Hope you like it! 💕

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Hans knew this day would arrive, yet no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he would be fine, it was still something he dreaded most. He wasn't ready for such a responsibility, then he recalled his mother's words from the last letter: who ever is ready?

The Prince Consort had just adjourned a Council meeting and was on his way to pick up some flowers for his wife, when he saw Kai, the Queen's advisor, quickly walked towards him. A tall servant, dressed in her usual day uniform in Arendelle's signature colour, was trailing after the advisor. Hans flashed them a smile, which turned into a slight frown as he noticed the look of panic and shock on their faces.

"Your Highness." Kai and the servant bowed.

"Is there anything you'd like to say, Kai?" Hans raised an eyebrow.

Kai took a deep breath, as if he was trying to compose himself, before he spoke, "It's the Queen."

As soon as he heard those words, Hans began to think of the worst. What happened to Elsa? Are they going to be okay? Goodness, he could only wonder and hope for the best.

"Did something happen to her?"

"The Queen is in labour, Sir," the tall servant replied.

The news gave him heart palpitations, and he was too stunned to move. "Already? But the doctor said the baby wouldn't be due until the end of the month."

"Apparently, there's still a chance that the baby would be due sooner," Kai added, then made a gesture to let him walk first.

"Has the doctor been called?"

The advisor replied from beside him, "Yes, Sir. He is already there with the Queen."

"What about the Princess?"

The auburn haired Prince could only imagine the look of shock on his sister in law's face when she realised she might miss the birth of her nephew or niece. He wondered if she and Kristoff would cut their honeymoon short once they received the news.

"We've already sent a messenger to the inn they're staying in."

Hans nodded. "Thank you, Kai."

With every step he took towards their chamber, Hans couldn't help but worry. His soulmate, the love of his life, was looking radiant and well that morning. He didn't even hear any complaints from her about any pain, or how their baby kept her up all night. Then again, Elsa rarely complained and mostly kept everything to herself. Having been trained all her life to conceal her powers, it was a lesson that became a habit and stayed with her. 

Stopping before a white wooden double door with various patterns, he then grabbed the handle, before one of the servants stopped him.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but you're not allowed in."

"I'm the husband of the Queen, I have every right to be there," he stated firmly, masking his nerves behind the shades.

Not waiting for an approval, he pushed the door open. The moment he stepped in, Hans was greeted by the sight of his wife lying on the bed, back propped up by a few pillows and cushions behind her. He caught her weak smile, almost immediately, and it still bore the same warmth, despite the fact that she must be in so much pain.

"Elsa!"

In a brief second, Hans was already on his wife's side, holding her hand. He pressed a gentle kiss on her temple, then murmured some sweet nothings to her ear. From the look on her face and her ragged breathing, he could tell she was as nervous as he was. 

The elegant Queen of ice and snow, who usually concealed her emotions well from the world, was now looking disheveled and undone. Her platinum blonde hair was unkempt, sweats rolling down her forehead, and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Elsa allowed him to embrace her, as she turned to rest her head against his shoulder.

"Hans, what if," she paused, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Once she finally calmed down, she gazed into his emerald eyes, her free hand resting on her belly. "If something goes wrong—"

"Oh, please don't say that." Hans furrowed his eyebrows, not liking where the conversation might be heading to. "We have talked about this, Elsa."

"Yes, we have. But promise me, if it goes wrong and I can't make it, promise me that you will take care of our child and make sure they are loved." She choked back a sob. "Don't make the same mistake as our parents."

He knew the risks of childbirth. He had witnessed how one of his brothers slowly sank into madness after both his wife and their unborn child passed away. The past few months, the image had been haunting him until he picked up a pen and wrote to his mother back home, which was so out of character for him. But he didn't want to bother Elsa with his thoughts and fears, for she already had enough things on her plate. 

He held her cerulean gaze with honesty and love. Her soulmate. The one who had kept him grounded. The one who had conquered her own fears. Now she looked so scared. Although Hans knew she was a strong woman and what she was capable of, he understood her. What she needed at the moment was a reassurance.

"Elsa, hey," he gently called her, brushing back her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "I promise." Pressing languid kisses on her cheek, he came to rest his hand atop her hand that was resting on her belly. 

"It'll be alright, darling. You are strong, and you can do this, okay?"

Elsa nodded, blinking back the tears furiously. She tried to catch her breath, gripping his hand tightly. Her palm felt cold in his grasp, and Hans could only imagine how she was feeling.

"I will be here, holding you. We will get through this together, yeah?" He murmured. Nuzzling her hair, he murmured softly, "I got you, Elsa."

If only everything was easy and full of certainty.

—

The quietude felt so strange for them. After hours of constant screaming and crying in pain, the silence that was currently engulfing them almost felt too loud, but the Queen and the Prince Consort found it rather peaceful.

Hans sat on the bed with his back resting against the headrest. Smiling, He watched as the small bundle of joy fell asleep on his mother's chest. The small fingers curled in front of his face, and Hans couldn't help but observe his face closely. He beamed when he realised that his son inherited Westergaard's nose and hair colour.

His son. Their little prince.

Warmth filled his chest at that thought. It almost felt like a dream for him, how his world had changed so quickly. Two years ago, he was shipped to Arendelle to seduce the Crown Princess of Arendelle, who turned out to be his soulmate. Little did he know that he would grow to love her, and they would make it work together.

"A penny for your thoughts?" The gentle whisper woke him from his train of thoughts.

He turned to see Elsa smiled, her eyes blinking slowly as if she tried to fight the sleepiness. Leaning in, he captured her lips with his, the taste of her lips lingering for a while.

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am."

"Me too, actually," she said, before yawning.

At that sight, Hans tried to hold back his chuckle, especially when the baby had just fallen asleep.

"Get some sleep, darling." Lying on the bed to hold her, he then pressed another kiss on the top of her head. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"I love you," she murmured, eyes fluttering close.

"I love you too, Elsa." He gushed. "You and our little prince."

It was a perfect day for him and his little family, just the three of them, together. Glancing at the mother and son, his heart was full of happiness and warmth. He couldn't ask for something more perfect than this precious moment.

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[mrsgiovanna]

Unhinged - Don Giorno x Fem! Reader

A misunderstanding causes the reader a whole lot of distress. Blame it on the stress of planning your wedding to the Golden dreamboat or his shifty behavioral cues. Needless to say this occurs many years after the events of Vento Aureo. Some mild angst, some fluff, some mild nsfw- a mixed bag that nobody asked for really, unashamedly self indulgent 🥺💭💖

You always judged those unhinged girls. You know the type, the ones who would steal their partners phones and “run into them” at very convenient times. Pathetic, you’d always think, so you could not understand how, in heaven’s name, you found yourself sitting in your car across from your favorite Café, spying on your fiancé. You were thankful for the oversized sunglasses that hid most of your face as you stole a glance at yourself in the rear view mirror. You can’t imagine what your eyes might look like at this point.

It all started a week ago… Giorno was an extremely busy man, you of all people knew that best. He always made time for you though, however, the closer it got to your wedding, the less you saw of him. You were busy yourself, so you didn’t really have much time to yearn for his company, but the coldness of your bed was always a reminder that someone very important was supposed to be occupying that space. It wasn’t just the scarcity of your lover that had set off alarms in your mind, it was more his odd behavior. He was so secretive these days, keeping conversations shorter than they needed to be, hiding his devices from you when he received texts, discarding every scrap of paper from his pockets before properly greeting you when he did manage to come home in the daylight. Each time you questioned his behavior he just sweetly smiled and replied that everything was alright.

And so continued this mistimed waltz on eggshells until that fateful morning. A swirl of emotions bubbled up in your chest suffocating you when you found some kind of broken jewel clinging to Giorno’s suit. You couldn’t really make out what it might have been part of, or what lewd activities managed to dislodge it from its original owner and onto him, but for the first time in the years you have been together, you were suddenly unsure of whether you could spend your life with this man. Did you even know him at all?

The walls of the villa never felt so restrictive before, you needed to get out, clear your mind, perhaps even get another perspective. You could just be overreacting as you know you are inclined to do sometimes. Giorno was still in the shower, you contemplated letting him know that you were going out, but decided to just go. He can stew a little, get a taste of your personal hell for just a few hours. Hurriedly throwing on the outfit you laid out, you grab your keys and headed off to your favorite coffee shop, calling Trish while you were on your way there, asking her to meet you. The two of you had grown closer over the years and right now you needed a friend who would give you sound advice without sugarcoating the facts.

Giorno had sauntered out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his upper body still glistening from the shower with his wet hair cascading down his back. He expected to find you there just doing your hair or putting on your mascara, he loved watching you get ready. It gave him a chance to fully admire you, making him feel proud, bordering on arrogant, that you were his and only he got to see all the different sides there were to your beauty. He knew he was being distant with you but he had his reasons for being so preoccupied. Walking towards the nightstand to check his phone, he sees the jacket he wore yesterday on the floor with the little jewel still hooked onto the fibers of the expensive fabric. Throwing his head back in resignation, he called Trish, already aware of what you might be thinking, and knowing that she’s usually the first person you’d turn to when you needed to chat.

“Hi Trish, do you have a second to chat? I’ll make it quick,” he starts off, putting the call on speaker so he can get dressed for the day.

“Giorno, what did you do? She already called me in a state, I’m on my way to meet her for coffee as we speak,”

“Okay look, I can explain everything, just know that I’m not being unfaithful,”

“How did this escalate so fast? Why are you giving her reasons to jump to these conclusions so close to the wedding? You better not be messing around,”

Giorno could hear the suspicion that edged Trish’s voice, so he explained everything and begged her to calm you down while he tended to a few issues.

You felt your shoulders relax as the tension melted away after pouring your heart out to Trish. After speaking to her it dawned on you that coming out and asking Giorno would be better than letting this outlandish scenario fester in your mind. After giving you the pep talk you needed Trish left to get on with her day while you stayed to organize yours. Sipping the last bit of your mocha Frappe, you darted towards your car when suddenly your attention was caught by a flash of gold and a flourish of a deep cerulean blue coat entering the Café. Certain that your eyes were playing tricks on you, you blinked a few times, but it was as clear as the blue sky above you, Giorno had arrived there with another woman. Hastily getting into your car, you sank into the soft leather seat and fished out your oversized Chanel sunglasses to conceal your presence as much as possible in the off chance he looked in your direction, although chances of that seemed very slim given how engrossed he was in their conversation.

Oh you hated every painful second of this, all the tension and anger that you’d let go of, found you all at once, marring your otherwise beautiful features.

You watched as he pulled out her chair and sat across from her, smiling that charming smile that could disarm a terrorist. He barely looked away from her, you wished he would see you, wondering what kind of explanation he’d conjure up. You contemplated going back inside to confront them, but you didn’t trust your emotions, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. You wouldn’t dare give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry… and so you watched, preparing yourself for what you may or may not see, however your resolve shattered when you saw Giorno pull out a little black box and slide it across the table towards her. She beamed as she opened it examining the contents without taking it out… was it a replacement for that trinket that you found? He always did have impeccable taste, you had always thought it was reserved for you though. Unable to watch any longer, you started the car and sped off, not wanting to go home, but having no motivation to go anywhere else, you just drove aimlessly for a while.

“Oh Mr Giovanna, these are perfect, they’re exactly what I needed to complete her bracelet, I’m sure your fiancé is going to love it!” exclaimed the lady sitting opposite your lover.

“Please, call me Giorno. I would hope so, it’s more sentimental than anything else, I’m just astounded that you were able to recreate the intricacies of the original design. Your talent knows no bounds,”

“Ah, like any artist, I’m always intrigued by beauty and mystery. How were you able to get a this many dainty gems at this short notice?”

“I have my network, I’m just glad you can complete it now, I can’t wait to give it to her,”

“Well you won’t have to wait too long, I should have this ready by the close of business today,”

“I won’t keep you any longer then, thanks once again for handling my request,” said Giorno with an extended hand as he stood up to leave.

It was a mission to try and recreate your mother’s heirloom bracelet from a faded, wrinkled picture, but he was determined to give you something special, that would make you feel closer to her as well. Your lineage was a mystery, your father unknown, so when your mother arrived in Italy it was one of the few valuables she had had on her person. She did everything she could to provide for you when you were little, but she unfortunately had succumbed to her circumstances leaving you to fend for yourself in an unforgiving world. His heart clenched when you recounted stories of your childhood, which somewhat mirrored his own. You never complained though, he could see your heart ached when you thought of her, and all the things she would have helped you with especially now. Still, the way you concealed your heartache with a trained smile, would always make him wonder how such strength could be contained by something so angelically beautiful. Drawn out of his reverie of you, Giorno had arrived at his destination and continued with his day until it was time to collect your present and head home.

By the time you had finally found yourself at your driveway, you were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to bury yourself in a cave and hibernate until everything was over. How arrogant of you to assume this would last when every good thing in your life came to an end. Dragging your wary body up the stairs, you buried yourself under the soft comforter, shutting your eyes with the hope that it would all have been a dream by the time you resurface.

When Giorno finally made it home, the first thing he did was seek you out. Usually you’d be quietly nestled on the couch reading or working on something, or you’d be tinkering in the kitchen making some sort of delicious treat, both as a means to relax and indulge your shared sweet tooth. But you couldn’t be found in either of those places. He found you huddled on the bed you both shared, looking so fragile as you slept in a fetal position. He didn’t want to disturb you but he couldn’t help gently brushing your hair off your face, which unfortunately resulted in you waking up.

“Gio, I didn’t expect you back this early…” you murmured, still waiting for your eyes to adjust to the light. The events of today came flooding back to you and you resolved to just come straight out and confront him. Noticing the change in your demeanor, Giorno sat next to you on the edge of the bed, while he loosened his top shirt button and took off his tie.

“Giogio, I don’t know how to put this delicately, so I’m just going to say it… you’ve been acting so different lately, always so secretive, hiding things from me, and this morning I found remnants of some jewelry that didn’t belong to me on your clothes… and probably the worst thing of all is that I saw you with someone while I was out this morning. You both looked very comfortable with each other, and… I… who is she?” you rambled on, your voice barely louder than a whisper. This wasn’t playing out how you had imagined it, with most of the fight being forced out of your body by melancholy. Seeing the evidence of your anguish in your eyes, Giorno reached out to cup your cheek, you mentally chastised yourself for automatically melting into his touch.

“Ah my sweet principessa, I love you, only you, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you or break that trust. The lady you saw me with is a jewelry designer, I commissioned something very special for you, so we just met so I could give her the materials to complete it… I wanted to give it to later at dinner tonight, but you’re in no condition to go out, so let’s stay in, okay?” he explained as he pulled out a box from his breast pocket and settled down next to you. “Go on, open it,”

You gingerly take the box, opening it slowly, curiosity and embarrassment fighting against each other in your mind.

“Gio, how did you manage to find it after all these years? I thought it would have been melted down and broken up completely.”

You simply couldn’t believe your eyes, it broke your heart when you sold off the bracelet to pay off her debts after she passed, it killed your spirit entirely when you were told it wasn’t enough to cover what she’d owed. That’s how you found yourself in Passione, working as one of Bucciarati’s underlings.

“Well, unfortunately I couldn’t find the exact piece bella, trust me, I tried. You’re probably correct in saying that it was taken apart, so I had this recreated to its exact specifications. I hope you like it,”

Giorno’s voice was so tender, as was his expression. Tears clouded your vision, it was the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for you, you were at a complete loss for words.

“Gio… Tesoro, I don’t know what to say, thank you doesn’t seem like nearly enough. And I’m so sorry I ever doubted you, I feel like such an idiot, that’s probably because I am one. How can I make it up to you? I totally understand if you’re too upset to talk to…” your rambling was cut off by Giorno’s lips gently pressing against your own. His hand softly grasped the back of your head, slightly tilting your face upwards to deepen the kiss.

“That was thanks enough amore mio, I love you,”

“Ti amo con tutto il mio cuore,” you reply, while trying to hide your embarrassment by nestling your face in the crook of Giorno’s neck.

“Molto bene, your Italian is improving bella, I’m proud of you.”

Giorno snaps the sparkly trinket onto your wrist and admires how your eyes light up when you look at it. The glimmer of his eyes in the soft lighting of the room awakened a yearning within you. Giving in to the feeling, you kiss Giorno’s collarbone, earning a hum of approval from him, as you softly trailed kisses up his neck and onto his jaw, finally settling on his lips. You felt him smiling into the kiss, he ran his tongue across your bottom lip asking for entry, to which you willingly obliged as your hands toyed with his braid, undoing it completely. His hands ran up and down your body, worshipping the dips and curves he adored so much. Breaking away from the kiss for a moment, he looked down at you, eyes darkened with lust, hands hovering over the buttons of your shirt asking for permission to disrobe you, which you granted with a small nod. He was so gorgeous, so strong and he exuded such charisma that you found yourself submitting to his every request, spoken or otherwise, lapping up every bit of praise he afforded you as you took him in his entirety. Once, twice, you had lost count of how many times you both peaked.

At some point in the night you had woken up ensconced in the warm embrace of your sleeping lover, finally being able to form a coherent thought, you promised yourself to never baselessly doubt his love for you ever again. With that you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to fall asleep again, feeling completely safe, content and loved.

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