#the orginals drabbles

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-Four: Klaus Mikealson + Toys

It had started as a gag gift and then turned into something more private and serious. Though you aren't really sure if Klaus knows what a gag gift is.

You had both gone out, grabbing gag gifts of your own for each other. You grabbed the best of the best. Fart spray. Klaus on the other hand grabbed something rather sesitive, and private.

The night before you were supposed to leave for a family vacation with the Mikealson family. You set your trap, Klaus taking a shower and this time you had opted to not take one alongside him. Klaus was already suspicious of your option not to shower with him.

You set everything up. The sound of the water turning off lets you know that you have to get into postion. Just before Klaus walks out of the bathroom. You spritz a few pumps out of the bottle. You run back to the bed. Getting under the blanket and willing your heart to slow down.

"Love…" Klaus stops mid sentence, disgusts worps his beautiful face. "What the hell is that smell?" He asks, you look over him. Your phone in hand. "What are you talking about baby?" You ask with faux concern. He can't tell if you're lying to him, but he takes what you give him for a real answer.

You lay there as Klaus tries his hardest to get awya from the disgusting smell. Getting dressed in a low pair of sweatpants, and climbs into bed with you. The silence is comforting, and just as you get into your sleep. The warm hands of klaus land on your hips and drag you into him.

"Good night sweetheart." he whispers into your ear, and kisses you right under your ear. "Also I'm fully willing to get you back for earlier." He says in a husky voice. You shiver at the antipication, and his words.

The next morning you take a long and needed shower. From outside the door Klaus shouts that he'll get your outfit together. You don't mind the action, it makes you flaot whenever you walk out and there lays our outfit. When you do manage to get out of the steamy bathroom. Your clothes lay out on the beds edge. Panties and all.

You get dressed, and without even thinking about you gather yourself up, and get into the car. Klaus had already packed your bags alongside his own. You got into the passengar seat, and waited for him.

The car ride was filled with is favorite music, and then the sudden feeling between your legs gave you a shiver. Stopping you in what you were doing. The book flopping down to your lap. "What's wrong baby?" That tone, the mimick of his voice. "Oh fuck- nothing is wrong. Just this, um this book." You pratically moan out, the buzzing in your panties.

Suddenly clicks in your head, "Is this-" you shifgt and the buzz sensation goes straight to your clit and you can't manage to get words or thoughts out. "Are you… Is this your gag fuckin' gift?' You finally ask, as the buzzing calms down. Klaus smirks that devilish smirk.

The buzzing stops suddenly, and then you're back to reading your book. Distracted by the words, and the chacters stories. It's not till hours later when you're eating dinner with Klaus sister on each side of you. Your talking with Freya about a girl nights that you're just dying to go on, but then the damn smirk comes back on Klaus face as he listens to his brother elijah moan on and on about something so unimportant he's just staring at you.

The buzzing starts up again. Low at first, and then you can't ignore the feeling inbetween your legs. You can feel your face go red like the apples in the trees behind you.

"Are you okay Y/n?" Freya asks, "Hm," You half moan and hum. "just a little hot out here." Your voice breaks. "Oh, yeah I do have to agree it's a little hot out here. Don't know why we had to eat out here?" Freya says dramtically while turning to look at her two brothers.

The buzzing doens't stop, not even has your grip on the silverware turns white, and your thighs squeeze tightly to stop the buzzing. "Klaus can you.… um… pass the um the salad." You moan out, and you drop the silverware and reach out for the bowl.

"Of course baby." Klaus voice is once again husky, as he passes the bowl the buzzing increases, and you almost drop the bowl. "Maybe you should go take a rest Y/n." Rebekah says looking athe situation unfold. "Go take your girlfriend inside in the cool air Niklaus." She says strongly.

"Come on sweetheart, let's go inside." Klaus says getting up from his seat, and going towards you. You stay still in your postion, and then latch onto his bicep. He's holding you up.

When you both reach the front french doors. You both stop for Klaus to open the door. As the two of you walk in Klaus whispers in your ear. "You feelin' good baby?" You moan asthe feeling hadn't gone away. Your high is so close then the feeling stops between your thighs. "Klaus!" You moan, "Don't worry baby, I'll let you cum tonight."

Completed on: 08/09/23

Posted on: 10/24/23

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The Originals Master List // Kinktober '23

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[zombholic]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 — rebekah mikaelson

summary — you couldn’t help but swoon over the original without her even having to compel you, instead of matt being in the lake with elena its you but with a twist.

description — poc fem!reader, tvd rebekah!au, sexual themes but no smut.

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The first time you met Rebekah in Mystic Falls you were already so fascinated with her but with your childhood friends completely having a war with her and her siblings you kept to yourself.

Being one of two humans in the friend group you were surprised that you lived for this long especially Matt Donavan, he literally gets himself killed every other day.

You were in charge of taking Elena out of Mystic Falls, she was unconscious in your car as you began to drive over Wickery Bridge. A tall silhouette appeared in the middle of the road causing you to slam onto your brakes serving off the bridge and into the deep lake.

The water wasted no time sinking into your car, bashing your hands and elbows onto the windows at fear of you and your best friend drowning.

Panic rose into your body as you started sucking in the water that filled up your lungs, the burning sensation making you hysterical until all pain vanished and the little light around you turned black.

Your body shot up as water shot out of your lungs, you gasped breathlessly finally feeling relieved that you were able to breathe again. Another subtle gasp had caused you to snap your head to the side only to see the blonde with relief written all over her face.

“Darling, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were in the car or else I wouldn’t have don—“ You were quick to cut her off.

“You tried to kill me Rebekah!” Anger brewed in your voice.

“No, I tried to kill Elena but besides—“ You eyes widen as you started to become aware of your surroundings. You were in the Mikaelson’s Mansions more specifically lying in the original girls bed.

“Elena! Oh my god Elena!” Sobs started choking out of your throat thinking you had killed your best friend.

“No, love. She’s alive, don’t worry she’s alive” Rebekah’s hand rubbed your face trying to soothe you.

You looked up at her confusion plastered across your face wondering how you even ended up here rather than at the Salvatores house, her baby blue orbs sadden.

“They left you in the lake to perish Darling, I hid when Stefan left with Elena when I saw it was your car and I saved you just in time.” She explained with her voice so gentle, her soft hand still caressing your face.

“They— no, they wouldn’t just leave me to die.” Your heart sunk deep into your stomach, forcefully pushing her hand away from you. Denial kicked in realizing that your once close friends didn’t even think twice to come back and even give you a proper burial if they thought you were even dead.

“Why, why would they leave me, I have done nothing but risk my life for them—“ Your throat swelled up as your heart ached, the emotion pain started becoming physical and all you could let out were extricating sobs.

Rebekah pulled you into her lap and held you close to her chest as tears streamed down your now puffed up face. “Shh sweet girl, you’re okay, you’re safe with me.” Her soothing voice slowly calming you down, little hiccups now escaping your lips.

“Why did you save me? I thought you hated me.” Your little comment made her chuckle, she so gently lifted up your chin to have you look at her mesmerizing face.

She licked her lips staring half lidded at your lips then back to your eyes, the supposed dangerous vampire leaned down and pressed her lips against your swollen pink ones. You wrapped your arms around her neck and laid back on her mountains of pillows having her crawl on top of you, caging your body beneath near.

She pulled away having you desperately chase back for more getting a smirk as she saw her red lipstick smudged into your soft lips.

“I don’t hate you baby, I hate the people you associate yourself with.” You felt your heart beating fast just by her words alone, are you sure she didn’t compel you? No, you wore a vervain bracelet that Bonnie gifted you when all of this went down.

“I didn’t even think you would be interested in girls? Let alone me.” You gave her a sweet smile, your stomach starting to do flips with the way she looked at you like you were the most beautiful creature she’s ever laid her eyes on.

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authors note — GUUYYSSS SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2 BUT IT’LL HAVE SMUT 😩🙌🏽

#lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #rebekah mikaelson #rebekah mikealson x reader #rebekah mikealson x fem reader #rebekah mikealson drabble #the vampire diaries #tvd universe #the orginals

[thejacketscloset]

Avenging myself against @forestshadow-wolf this one got a little away from me I'll be honest but i like where I ended up LMAO

Soap daydreams about retiring sometimes, never honestly thinks of the idea as something that would happen for him, but he finds entertainment in the possibilities. Different lives he'd like to try leading if he was anyone else, some more absurd than others.

It started as something to keep his mind off nerves when he was deploying, something that stuck with him all through his rookie years. Then he adopted the use of his journal, and the plans got more cohesive as he jotted them down.

Each page it was something different, none of them particularly sticking with him enough to think of them for too long. The scenarios always seemed to be missing something

It doesn't quite click until after Soap meets Ghost on what was missing.

It starts off as a harmless joke in his own mind, wondering what Ghost would do if he retired. The ideas getting more and more absurd with any new thought.

Thinking of Ghost in domestic settings just seems strange, which how cold he has known the man to be he could never imagine him doing something as mundane as frying eggs for breakfast or taking his dogs out for a walk.

The betrayal in Las Almas changes his mind.

After he finally gets out of those rain filled streets and into the truck Ghost is speeding, Soap desperately needs a distraction from his shoukder bleeding out. His mind falls back into his ritual of thinking up retirement plans for everyone.

And suddenly, its not so strange to imagine Ghost living the quiet life in the countryside. He thinks of one or two dogs, despite his own personal opinions of dogs. He thinks of a small cabin-like house with big property. He thinks of a forest to take hikes in every day. He thinks of himself visiting Ghost in this life, maybe even staying the night. Then he thinks of himself making breakfast for Ghost, bringing it up to him so he can eat in bed, climbing onto the mattress beside him-

And woah. Thats a new one. Soaps brain seems to fixate on the thought, the idea of sharing a life after retirement. Soap can't escape it, and after maybe five minutes of failing to escape it, he gives up and indulges. Maybe he indulges a little too much.

"What kinda dogs would ye want L.T.?" He asks, hardly even thinking about how out of place his question might me.

He sees Ghost glance at him from where he's driving, and he has half a mind to apologize for the strange question before the other is responding.

"You're seriously asking me that after the 'half a dog' joke?" And oh Soap can practically heat the grin Ghost's wearing under his mask.

"Jus answer the question," Soap is laughing in response.

Ghost seems to genuinely consider the question for a good moment, Soap watches him the whole time.

"I'd get a Pitbull." He answers after his consideration.

"Scary dog, aye?"

"Nah. They're all sweethearts, just need the right person to show their soft side."

Ghosts eyes seem to flick over to Soap and linger for a long moment after what he said. Soap tries not to let his mind run too wild with what Ghost could mean by that.

"And you Johnny? What would you get."

"I'm no' much of a dog person. Maybe I could be though, if a nice enough Pitbull came around."

#ghostsoap #soapghost #no spoilers here youre safe :) #cod #mw2 #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #drabble #dogs as metaphors bc im sick in the head #orginally was supposed to be about them raising sheep but SOMEHOW it took a turn before i got to it #one day. ill write that hc.

[imsolnoo]

｡ ꞝ orbitas que (não) se cruzam᠉

Netuno estava cansada, cansada de sempre errar a rota e nunca conseguir chegar perto o suficiente de quem tanto almejava: Plutão, a sim-planeta.

⎙ leia aqui!

✎ 25.11.23 | @solnoomaker

#social spirit #spirit fanfics #lgbtqia #solnoo #plutão #pluto #orginal fanfic #netuno #vila #drabble #drama #universo alternativo #to chanyouchan #fanfic

[kagsjournal]

the bright lights that come with december never fail to make me feel warm - but never as warm as you make me feel

- kags • 12/1/23 • 1/:12 AM

#late nights with kags #kag’s drabbles #kag’s journal #lovers #love poem #love quotes #female poets #new poets society #poet #writers and poets #poetsandwriters #poetscommunity #poetry #december #christmas #lovely #christmas poems #daily poem #my poem #orginal poetry #original writing

[0xochitlsketches0]

Okay, I basically wanna know everything you’ve got to tell 😂

I’d like to know more about Sawyer and his dad. Like personality or anything like that.

And they fight monsters? Very cool. Is that like their job, or just part of the world they’re in?

And if you’ve got any sort of info on what the story overall is about?

WHEW, HERE WE GO!

Basic plot!

Monsters are everywhere! Every single scary story and ghoulish tale that’s ever fueled your nightmares is real! 

But you've never seen one because of a secret organization that's been hunting them down since the dawn of time. 

The organization is small and elite. Most members are born into it and are expected to have families to further the line and keep it a secret. Damien (Sawyers's father) was born into one of these families and grew up ridding the world of these unsightly beasts. 

After the success of a high-profile mission, Damien cut ties with the organization (unheard of) and immediately went into hiding to start a new life in the small port city of Mulligan's Bay, a quiet coastal town in Northern California. 

But cutting ties with an organization that demands your complete loyalty till the end of time isn't an easy task and the monsters you spent decades hunting down aren't so quick to forgive either. Damien was able to spend a few good years in peace until a random monster attack thrust both him and his son Sawyer back into the family business.

 Tensions are high as they both adjust to their new environment, all while trying to balance a normal life.

Especially since both the organization and monsters have taken a special interest in Sawyer 👀

Personality!

Damien:

Damien likes to keep to himself. 

He is incredibly inquisitive with a strong intellectual drive. He can read people incredibly well. 

Despite his reclusive nature, he has an interest in the private affairs of other people, especially his son's social life. He can be nosey when a certain topic catches his attention and often lacks delicacy when discussing potentially sensitive topics.

(For example, if the other parents in town want to throw a local BBQ. Damien will not be attending because he does not want to talk to anyone but he Will find out everything that happened there through secondhand accounts and listening to gossip while minding his own business waiting in line at the grocer. (People exhausted him but human activity does not) 

He has a rocky relationship with the townspeople, most of them finding him and his family strange and off-putting, but due to his current line of work and personal ties with important socialites, they are forced to put up with him. 

He is often emotionally distant and prefers to busy himself with his own hobbies and work but he still cares for his son deeply. 

Sawyer: 

Sawyer is an outgoing and energetic teenage boy. He is unconventional in his thoughts and hardly turns down a bad idea, he's usually the one who suggests if we’re being honest.

This, of course, lands him lots of trouble, good thing he can jive talk his way out of most ( key word most)  situations due to his sharp wit and quick thinking.  He is intelligent and very resourceful, though most people overlook it because of his harmless appearance and attitude. Sawyer always looks on the bright side and tends to find humor in non-humourous situations. Much to the frustration of his father. He is impulsive but also a fast learner.   

Due to his troublesome nature, most adults tend to find him hard to deal with but his classmates seem to like his adventurous spirit. 

#anyways…. #I hope this doesn’t disappoint you 👀👉👈 #there’s more to add but I thought maybe this was a good start #personal #orginal character #story idea #oc #eureka drabbles

[the-wizard-writes]

Urban Fantasy Stories: Storm’s Brewing

//This is a drabble based on a small series that I’ve been working on.//  A.J frowned as she watched the incoming storm outside. Usually she liked the rain, hell she loves the rain but, this rain was different. Even as sea witch she knew her limits on how she could work her water magic. She just hopes that her friends are alright. The city rarely has large scale storms like this but, when the weather permits storms do hit hard.  “Hmm..” She hummed watching the rain drops race each other down the windowsill the storm clouds rumbled into view. Thunder rattled her apartment walls causing the witch to jump. “Dang, it’s really bad out there..” She mumbled. She peered outside at the street below noticing something blowing through. “Wait.. What’s that?” She mouthed to herself. The sea witch tried to get a better look out her window but she could barely make out what it was, the clouds perfectly obscured the figure that she saw but she swore she could see a person standing within the storm. Aisha quickly grabbed her phone trying to use her camera to get a better view of the thing in the clouds but, as she tried to get a photo the figure vanished. “Was that even real?” A.J asked herself. She may be a sea witch but she knew a bit about the weather as well. “Hmm, I mean of course storms happen everywhere..but,” she pondered. “This one seems a bit too out of place. Especially for this time of the year.” She glazed out her window again. Maybe she was being too paranoid after all of the coven turmoil that’s been happening recently. She just hoped that her friends were safe and their homes were boarded up.                                                       *** *** The clouds raged through the sky as the storm blew through the city. Thunder roared against the dark clouds lighting hurling through the sky scaring a group of small dragons resting on a skyline. Within the clouds a figure was galloping on a steed made of pure whirling wind creating thundering hoof prints against the fluffy clouds. Glass bottles clacked against each other as the figure continued to ride their horse in the clouds. The figure jumped from a cloud, the horse flying through the sky using clouds as cushions, their thundering hooves pounding against the pavement. As the figure rode through powerful winds lifted around them in a frenzied tornado burrowing through the city streets. The horse jumped onto a building riding horizontally across the windows of the empty  office space breaking some of the windows as their hoof made contact with the glass. The rider and horse made it to the top of the roof where the figure pulled on the reins of the horse causing a horrific bray stopping on the roof. The horse sighed, shaking its windy hair, the rider leapt off the horse unbothered by the thunder storm around them. The figure tipped their cowboy hat up scanning the city skyline. “Is this it?”  A voice in the figure’s head rang. The figure glanced back at the horse and nodded. “Yeah, this is it. I know she took her here.” The figure took off their hat and scarf revealing a tired young woman. She pressed her boots against the ledge of the building watching the storm rage on. She motioned the horse to come closer and the horse obeyed, trotting towards the witch. She took the reins off the horse bit’s of the horsed body became less of a horse but more of a storming cyclone. “Go out and find her. I know that damn woman would be hindin’ somewhere in the city. Leave no place unturned, you hear?” She ordered. The wispy horse neighed as they rode into the sky alone. The woman sighed watching the creature tear up the sky.  She took out two of the bottles from her satchels and opened them up holding them tight. Two other creatures made of wind manifesting into the sky one was a wild boar while the other was a bird. “Go on and help find them too, Surge already went out already go on and follow’em!” She said, The two creatures nodded, going out following the horse. 

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[mccutcheon121]

Idk who I am anymore! Lol

I wanted to try to push myself creatively this year and now two works in one month😱 I’m so happy with this progress I’ve made :D

Yes this is a little Drabble but I had fun writing it 😊

The January prompt for @yearoftheotpevent

#writing fanfic #fanfiction writer #Steter #peter hale #stiles stilinski #year of the otp #drabble #fun #orginal post #my story #OTP2023 #writing prompt #writing event #my writings

[nicos-archive]

“Oh! Ollie, I haven’t seen you in forever!” Darla says, excitedly, before pulling him into a hug. She then looks up at him, he was a whole head taller than her. “Did you get taller, by the way? You seem so big now!” She asked, as she patted the top of his head, as if he was the one that was short. 

Ollie just sighed as he let her do as she pleased. Doing his best to act uninterested, when in reality he kinda missed how she doted on him. She was the only one to ever do so, after all, but he was worried about encouraging her. If she acted like this despite his apparent mild dislike for it, how would she act when he admitted he actually loved this? Not only that, but, how would he handle it when she went away for long stretches of time, as she so often did?

“Jenny, you forget I’m older than you.” He said, calmly, as he looked down at her. 

She just giggled and grabbed his face, brining it down slightly, so she could rub her nose against his. Giving him a bunny kiss. “So? You’re so adorable that it’s kinda hard to remember that sometimes.”

“Hey, will you stop smothering the kid?” Janne finally spoke up. Wanting to try and help his ‘brother’ get out

“Fine. Fine. You be a good boy for your big bro now.” She finally pulled away and just patted the top of his head one more time. 

“Will you stop feeding into his fucking ego.” Ollie sighed. He called him his brother ONE time.

#drabble #orginal characters #orginal writting

[thewritersaddictions]

(R) Drabbles: Klaus Mikealson- Date Site

Klaus met you on Tinder. He wasn't sure how else he could manage to get a date. He was having difficulty watching his other siblings get into relationships or married.

I just wanted to know that someone out there wanted him as much as he yearned to be wanted. It was hard for Klaus to pick out someone from a random crowd, but you were easy. You had baited yourself with beautiful pictures of yourself plastered on your Tinder profile.

Your social media was also plastered under your username, but then the fun little facts came out about you in the description. He was blinded with love as he browsed your profile. He slide right and you guys matched. He was quick to send a message like a wave of magic you were wrapped around his pinky.

"I'm sure these pictures don't do you justice, maybe we should meet and have coffee?" That was the first message that Klaus had sent to you. From there it opened a long and heartful dialogue between the two of you. "I'd love a good coffee." You replied back quickly and it made Klaus's heart jump with excitement.

He was already infatuated with you and he hadn't even properly met you yet. Your coffee date with Klaus was only a few days after you both matched on the app. He was a tall and handsome man, who somehow only had his eyes on you regardless of the beautiful women in the small coffee shop.

As he ordered his own coffee you browsed through his Tinder profile. Pictures of his paintings, his family, and the scenery around New Orleans. Quickly you put your phone away as you waved him over to the small table you had managed to gather.

"You're even more exquisite in person in comparison to your photos." His words dripped like honey and made your whole body warm to the touch. "Oh, why thank you" You took a sip at your coffee, and now suddenly it felt like you were the only one around.

"I saw from your profile that you enjoy painting." You muttered as you brought the coffee cup up towards your lips. A few pastries had been brought to the table. "I do enjoy painting, but I love other things as well," Klaus said grabbing for a pastry on the tray. You also reached down and grabbed a Danish from the plate. Crumbs sticking to your lips and cheeks. You smiled happily at him as he reached over his thumb rubbing at your bottom lip gathering the leftover Danish and licking his thumb. Winking at you in the process.

After that coffee date you exchanged phone numbers, and that night both of you deleted Tinder from your phone. You had felt something that you hoped, wished that Klaus had also felt. Klaus had felt it, he had deleted the app for another reason, sure he had felt the way your skin felt against his thumb. The craving feeling was created by the little contact, but it was something else that made him delete the app.

Klaus just knew that you'd be the one. Regardless of how he how gets you into his arms, then into his bed, and finally into his family. He wanted you and only you, his eyes were set on you and everything you stood for in front of him.

Completed on: 05/04/23

Posted on: 05/23/23

The Originals-

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[ariasfandom]

Mini Hawks

Title: Mini Hawks Pairing: Hawks/OC Rating: Gen Word Count: 520 Warnings: kidfic, family fluff Summary: Hawks learns that his son inherited his birdlike traits, including those of becoming protective of any and all odds and ends he may find- even if they don't belong to him. A/N: Introducing the world to Jenny and Phoenix I love them Created for @anyfandomgoesbingo | O2 Domesticy

“Hey,” Hawk’s voice shook as he tried to gently pacify his son. He was holding onto one of his mothers necklaces with his mouth, hands, and feet talons in a steeled grip. It was the one made from a large chunk of seaglass Hawks had gifted Jenny when they were younger. Not good for little teeth. "Give it to me," he firmly said as he tried to gently take it away from him. “please?” Phoenix screeched from Hawks trying to take away his pretty necklace he ‘found’ in his parents room. Only a year old and the little guy was fiercely territorial over his little found treasures. 

He was naturally torn that his son was like him. Both filled with pride that he too would be a little bird who wanted to save precious baubles from trash and gutters, but hurt that he’ll be ‘that’ kind of heteromorph from his future peers and adults around him. Though his human parts were overly worried about him putting either his baubles which were clean but still small enough to swallow (like the necklace), or ones the dirty ones that he may find on his own. They didn’t even know how strong his jaw was, so it could break up even more.

Which is why he was having an hour long stare down with his boy while his mate went out to try and find an age appropriate replacement.

“Hawks!” Jenny chimed as the elevator to their penthouse dinged and she called out. “Phoenix!”

Phoenix cooed in excitement at the return of his mom but still wouldn’t let go of the necklace. 

“Hi, Nixy!” Jenny human cooed as she took a plushy out of the bag and presented it to Phoenix. Hawks beamed, finally taking his eyes off the necklace. He started to wonder why they never got Phenox a mini him before. He even wondered why he never knew they existed in the first place. 

“Now do you want that ugly hard necklace, or this super cute and cuddly plush of Hawks?” He knew she was just trying to get him to let go of it, but he still felt a bit of a sting from the jab.

Nix pulled the necklace out of his mouth and kept looking between it, the little Hawks, and the real Hawks multiple times. He squealed before he dropped the necklace and tightly hugged the Hawks doll. Big Hawks fell on his back in relief right after Jenny grabbed the necklace.

Though it didn’t last long because the air was knocked out of him by Jenny plopping on top of him and holding up the necklace, now covered in tiny little claw marks. “Look,” she grinned. Hawks peeked up at her. “Look at those cute little claw marks!”

He had to admit, they made it look much better. Hawks simply chuckled as he took it from her and clasped it around her neck, then kissed her forehead. He then winced when Phoenix crawled over onto his wings to join their little cuddle pile and laugh-chirped as he hit Hawks in the face with the little plush.

#hawks #mha #hawks x oc #orginal oc #fic #drabble #my hero academia

[throughtheeyesofayla]

You asked me what I would do if I was the king of the world.

Unlimited power.

I could change anything, everything. Start and pause and stop wars. End world hunger, print money, reap wealth and control. Execute people at the blink of an eye.

“I would resign.”

Why?

“The king of the world…he must be so busy.”

But…

“How could I be with you if I was busy being king of the world?”

And you smiled. Besides, I already was king of the world with you.

I never expected my queen to stab me in the back.

-Ayla J.

#short story #scenarios #poetry #thoughts #books #short writing #orginal writing #original work #poems #dark aesthetic #royal aesthetic #drabble #spilled tears #spilled thoughts #spilled emotions #spilled feelings #spilled writing #betrayal #you betrayed me #how dare u #the nerve #??? #the audacity #inside the mind of a man #king #queen #queen elizabeth #rip #dark #evil

[vintagevict0ria]

MasterList

Request: Open!!

Harry Potter

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Star Wars

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The Office

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Hunger Games

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FNAF:

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Series:

I can see you(Adam Driver x f!reader) :

⤐Chapter one ⤐Chapter two ⤐Chapter three

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[kagsjournal]

death.

is death what we fear? or is it what comes after death?

are we scared of how we leave the world? Or what is after the world?

nobody truly knows, and i think that’s what the issue is.

death.

are you ready for it?

- kags

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[lieutenant-amuel]

The funny thing is that I remember how much I struggled with the title for the fourth chapter of "Was Born To Lead" (A New Beginning) and was never quite satisfied with it, but now, I realize it does make sense, considering I actually began to write a completely new story with this chapter.

#Was Born To Lead #I make way too many posts about this fic now it deserves its own tag #I mean originally 'Was Born To Lead' was supposed to be a drabble collection about Gabe's past #but the fourth chapter implied there was supposed to be a continuation so I wrote it #and then I wrote an absolutely random Ángel chapter and delved into Valerio's past.... #I mean Valerio was supposed to be important in the orginal concept as well but having his own storyline.... no I didn't expect that #Honestly I'm still not quite sure if I went in the right direction developing my own characters and creating an ongoing storyline #basically having nothing to do with canon and maybe at some points not even looking realistic enough for Gabe's actual backstory #And I'm pretty sure my OCs are one of the reasons for many people not to read it because you know when you read fanfiction #you want to read about the characters you already know and love #And my OCs may be just not interesting enough for that #But I... like what I'm doing? #Honestly looking back I realize that I wouldn't be able to make it drabble collection because we freaking nothing know about Gabe's past #I highlighted all the main CANON aspects in those first three chapters so continuation of it would imply writing headcanon ideas either way #And I made Gabe the actual main character of his story being surrounded by his friends family and other characters #who have their own lives as well #He has his own adventures fitting his personality and attitude #I try to highlight different aspects of his character bringing up some small details like him loving Antonia Agama or being bad at riddles #and more major ones like his conflict with Roberto and his subtle leadership makings #I mean I understand reading about OCs may be a bit annoying especially if you don't like them but there's still enough Gabe #and of the points of this story was to make it multi-layered so if you don't like one thing you may like another #I don't I'm probably too narcissistic and biased towards this fic but I genuinely enjoy working on it #Maybe it would be interesting for more people if I made it as a drabble collection #But I'm glad how it turned out eventually #There's supposed to be 'I know I'm probably' I'm just too lazy to fix it

[justanintrovertedartist]

on break at work and am having Thoughts so might as well write things

“The world is harsh,” I am told as I cry. I am young, I am being teased at school, and this is the first lesson I learn. Before any math has a chance to worm into my brain, instead I learn the world is harsh.

“People are cruel,” I say, middle school angst in full swing. I don’t have many friends. I never had many friends. Instead I stick with a friendship like a fire. It’s warm, but it’s held so tightly I am burned again and again. Rather than letting go, instead I apply aloe to my wounds and thank the stars I have at least a friend. Because if I didn’t….. I don’t know what I would do. People are cruel.

“Healing is hard.” I’m in highschool now. I have learned to stop caring, my heart calloused over. Yet when the boy I like chooses another, I find myself sobbing, old records of self-hatred playing on repeat. It’s senior year before I decide I don’t deserve this. When the voice within me asks why I can’t just do better, I reply, “Healing is hard.”

“People are kind,” I think as I enter college. I miss my family dearly, and yet as time moves on, I gain a new one. We are dragons, friendships being our hoards. Our fires do not burn. They light each other’s path, and suddenly, I learn how beautiful relationships can be. “People are so kind,” I say as I call home. I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

The world is harsh, people are cruel, and healing from that is hard. Yet when one is able to find those that truly treat them like they should be treated, it becomes much easier to see the kindness that is possible within the world.

#more love letters to my friends? more love letters to my friends #bee writes #its been a long shift and im not done yet but these little drabbles are surprisingly nice to write #idk i’ve never considered myself a writer haha #anyways if ur reading this ily <3 drink some water :) #edit: lets ignore the fact i orginally misspelled write