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p1nkcanoe · 8 months

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OK SO, I have no shame so anon? Not today.

Anyways Ghouls in different forms of gothic clothing, like- each ghoul having their own style ? Yes. Trad goth, Vampiric, corporate goth??? ABSOLUTELY.

Also a ghoul in short leather shorts/skirt, yes please. I'm channeling that for an outfit today.

Ghouls in spooky swimwear too- I have too many ideas HELP.

love, love, love. each ghoul having their own distinct style makes it difficult to steal from each other’s closets sometimes, but also results in some amazing fit checks. it’s also means that sometimes they wander into another room and just go “hot or flop?” and it turns into a 2000s magazine forum about whether or not the combination works or if they need to turn around and change.

you also mentioned short leather skirts and my brain immediately jumped to mountain, so… 😵‍💫 put that big ghoul in a mf skirt.

(it’s also not his, it never is, but somehow he always ends up being dressed up like a doll by every single member in the pack and told to strut like the hallway is his runway)

this one got kinda long when I got carried away with ghouls in swimwear. but who doesn’t love a wet ghoul in a tiny pair of shorts??? allow me to explain under the cut:

but swimwear, oh, this is good. I could ponder upon this in my orb for a while.

dew’s gonna wear either a tiny little speedo or nothing at all because he hates tan lines and thinks he's immune to getting sunburnt (he's very much not immune)

sunshine is a bikini top and shorts girlie. and cmon, she's comfy, secure, safe, and sexy. even dew doesn't mind when she--without fail--steals his shorts off the top of his clothes pile

rain is gonna wear cute little shorts (and I mean little, like the shortest inseam possible while still having an inseam) with a bright and goofy pattern on them like dogs with swimsuits on or sharks with sunglasses

aurora is gonna always wear something pastel, frilly, and so adorable yet sexy, and make everyone wanna put it on (and take it off)

cumulus ALWAYS looks SO DAMN GOOD in something light colored and plunging, maybe baby blue with a tiny, sheer skirt to go with it to show off her ass while she lounges by the lake with a filthy romance novel…

aeth banana hammock aeth banana hammock (at first he wore it as a joke but he kinda understands the hype now…)

mountain prefers to be nude if he’s outside. but sometimes that’s not always ideal, especially if there’s siblings wandering around, so he’ll have to settle for a thin sarong to keep everyone civil

swiss is a tease, we all know this. he’s gonna wear something tight, something stretchy to show off everything without actually showing everything. if you thought the skin-tight spandex were bad before he got in the lake, just wait until he gets out

CIRRUSSSSSSSSS, FUCK. she never disappoints. it’s a one piece that functions as a two piece, sometimes barely even a two piece. something dark, strappy, that wraps around the waist and the tops of her arms almost like lingerie. unlike dew, she thinks the many tan lines she gets from her suits are sexy and she makes every excuse to get more

phantom is a wild card. there's no telling what he's gonna show up to the lake in. sometimes its the shorts copia bought him, other times it's a pair of boxers or nothing at all if he's feeling overstimulated... there was also that one time that he stole one of cirrus' swimsuits and made quite a show of it

there’s so many good options here and I’m sorry I fixated on such a small part of your ask, but it’s so yummy I couldn’t not eat it up. also did not touch too much on the "spooky" aspect of your prompt, but it's spooky how sexy they all are, amirite?

—anyways, thoughts????

#gasmaskblues #p1nk cb #p1nk dab

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mochiable · 3 years

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— fun lovin’. (s)

REQUESTED — hii!! can you write about jungkook, where it’s the reader’s and his anniversary or valentine’s day and they’re in a hot tub just celebrating and spending alone time?? you can make it suggestive if you want! 💗 I really like your writing 🥺❤️ ps. do you have a masterlist?? ( @cappujinho ) — thank you so much for requesting and for liking what i write, it means a lot to me, really! the masterlist will be uploaded in a few days, i promise you'll have it soon!

summary: you and jungkook celebrate valentine's day in the february frost.

wc: 1.7k

requests are open!

valentine's day was not a celebration that used to appeal to you. It seemed that couples only behaved a certain way on february 14, and the rest of the year everything went back to normal, following the current monotony. waking up, going to work, going back to sleep. now that you stop to think about it, maybe that's exactly why they indulged in an expensive restaurant for dinner or spent the night in the park where they met. yes, it sounded cliché, but come on, valentine's day has the word cliché more than associated with it.

now, however, you felt something had changed. it wasn't just that you now had a partner, but that in one way or another, the misgivings you’d felt for years about that particular day in february had become an illusion that was puzzling you.

since the beginning of the month, you couldn't stop imagining different scenarios in which you and your boyfriend would celebrate valentine's day in different ways. maybe that's why, as the date approached, your nerves were coming to the surface. it might seem stupid, but you were afraid that what would happen on that day wouldn't meet your expectations and would, however, make the worst-case scenarios that had crossed your mind come true.

you’d never been an insecure person. you’d never doubted yourself or your feelings, but you did have doubts about others’. don't get me wrong, it's not that jungkook had acted inappropriately or had given you reasons for these "insecurities" to appear, but you couldn't help but put yourself in the worst possible situation. maybe that was your way of protecting yourself, even though you had already lowered the barrier when you let jungkook into your life. it could be that you panicked about how he could turn it upside down.

anyway, your day started with a message from your boyfriend: "happy valentine’s day, sweetheart. i can't wait until it's time to come home and celebrate. have a great morning, i love you.” that message had definitely just brightened up your morning and had dispelled even a part of the nerves that were showing in the form of annoying flies in your tummy. "i’m looking forward to it too."

but what you were so looking forward to didn't happen when you got home. you came home thinking jungkook would be there, sitting on the couch waiting for you and saying something cheesy, but all you got was a message: “work is piling up and i don't think i’ll be home in time. i’m sorry, love.”

however, the disappointment you felt at that moment ceased when the first thing you noticed when you walked into the living room was a pink piece of paper lying face down on the centre table. it wasn't until you approached the table, leaving your coat and bag on the sofa, that you realised it was an envelope. with a slight frown, you picked it up and turned it over. you couldn't help but smile when you noticed your boyfriend's handwriting on the envelope: “to y/n, from jungkook.” intrigued, you decided to open the envelope and found a letter of the same colour, which had what you thought was a riddle written on a small border.

“where is it cold but warm at the same time?”

you bit your lip as soon as you read the question, and let out a small laugh - why had he written a riddle knowing that you stank in them? you pondered the question for a few more minutes, thinking about every room in the house, but you couldn't think of anything. the kitchen? no, it was just cold in there. perhaps the bathroom? you got up from the couch and headed towards that room, but, as you expected, there was nothing special about it. sighing and tapping your forehead with the letter, you walked over to the window overlooking your terrace. it was the moment you saw the snowflakes on the wooden floor that it hit you - the jacuzzi!

you stumbled out of the bathroom, bumping into the door and getting your jacket sleeve caught in the handle. annoyed, you cursed and began to shake your arm free. once you managed to do so, you started running towards the glass doors leading to your terrace. without a second thought you opened them and stepped out without having wrapped up warmly. the icy snowflakes were hitting your warm skin, giving you goose bumps. you started walking towards the jacuzzi and, once you were a few metres away from it, you couldn't believe your eyes.

jungkook was inside the hot tub, with a brand new bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses beside him. he’d had a huge television set up outside the house, which was opposite the jacuzzi, so you could watch a marathon of the series you'd been so fond of for the past few days. the black-haired boy was laying with his head on the edge of the tub, his eyes closed, and little snowflakes tangled in his dark hair.

“the hot tub,” you suddenly blurted out, still keeping your distance and controlling your heartbeat. jungkook raised his head and locked his eyes with yours, giving you his trademark rabbit smile, revealing his perfect white teeth, “‘where it's cold but warm at the same time?’” you repeated the riddle with a chuckle as you slowly moved closer to him, “you know i’m not good at guessing,” you whispered once you reached his side. he grinned in amusement, turning to his side so he could see your face more easily.

“well, you've done it. i’m no good at setting up surprises either,” he admitted, pulling his arms out of the tub and resting them on the edge, then resting his chin on them and looking at you with amusement as he licked his lower lip before speaking again, “hobi hyung planned the whole thing,” he confessed remorselessly, making you both laugh.

“what a way to screw up the moment,” you joked, cupping his cheeks and pulling his face close to yours. you left a small, tender kiss on his nose, causing his smile to reappear.

“well, you’re gonna get in or do i have to do it for you?” he asked provocatively, arching an eyebrow as he leaned his back against the wall of the tub again.

“are you so eager to see me with my clothes off?” you teased, slowly starting to undo the buttons of your white shirt. you saw how your boyfriend's gaze no longer rested on your face, but on the bare skin of your chest.

“you have no idea,” he murmured, sensually biting his lower lip. once you had finished opening your shirt you made a move to take it off, but jungkook stopped you before you could do it, “no, no. leave it on.”

you raised an eyebrow, unable to stop a wicked smile from forming on your lips. you nodded obediently at his request and lowered your gaze to your lower limbs, “shall i take my trousers off?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“if you don't, i’ll rip them off with my teeth,” he replied impatiently, swallowing hard and making his adam's apple more noticeable.

“i have the kinkiest boyfriend,” you teased, slowly entering the jacuzzi in just your black underwear and a shirt that barely covered your thighs. you watched as jungkook's eyes fell on your firm, slender legs, and you couldn't feel prouder that you had been working out these past few days.

“that’s how you like me,” he replied confidently, spreading his legs a little so you could sit comfortably on his lap. once you were settled, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you to him, bringing your faces dangerously close. jungkook averted his gaze to the water and, stroking your hips with his long fingers, brought his gaze back up and connected his now dark orbs with yours. you felt your breath hitch as he brought his face even closer to yours and blew on your mouth, his minty breath crashing against your parted lips, “are you cold?”

“not anymore,” you whispered against his lips, holding back the temptation to jump on his mouth and never let go again. jungkook, seeing how you wouldn't look away from his pink, pompous lips, took the trouble to run his tongue along his lower lip, moistening them and making them even more tantalising than they were before.

“well, i do,” he said, raising his right arm and stroking the back of his hand across your moist, bare breast. he looked up from his hand to your eyes and raised an eyebrow, letting out a mischievous grin. when his index finger began to descend into the channel between your breasts, you let out a gasp and closed your eyes, “no, no, no. i want them open,” he commanded, bringing his hand back to your cheek and pulling your face close to his, “like this,” he murmured, making contact with your sensitive skin again.

with his digits, he began to make imaginary lines, connecting each of the freckles on your chest, smiling like a little boy when he saw how you flinched at his touch. then, he brought his free hand to one of yours and directed it to his left bicep, guiding your hand up and down so you could notice how each of the hairs on his arm stood on end. at that point you gave him a confused look, causing him to let out a sigh and settle you on his lap, bringing your intimate areas into rough contact, both gasping at the strong friction, “you can always warm me up,” he proposed, his lustful eyes falling on yours and giving you a fierce look, the way a lion looks at its prey before devouring it. and you were sure jungkook wasn't gonna wait much longer to do so. and you didn't want another second to pass until you could taste his enticing flavour in your mouth, because you needed him, right here, right now.

“i can't wait to make it,” you mumbled, running your fingers down his abs, gently brushing his cool skin with your warm fingertips, sending electric sparks to every lucid nerve in his body.

jungkook debated no more and pressed his lips against yours, in a kiss that radiated not only desire and passion, but affection and need. because you both had waited so long for a moment like this, and because you weren’t going to waste another second of your valentine's day.

because from that day on, you stopped hating the 14th of february.

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justice4harwin · 3 years

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Light’s Corruption-Chapter X

Summary: With few friends at the Little Palace, Alina must work to win the favour of her fellow grisha and their commander, who makes her feel light headed every time she sees him.

After training in Os Alta for two years, the king grows tired of waiting and demands the Sun Summoner joins a western post near the Fjerdan border along with the rest of The Second Army to test her abilities.

Something happens. Suddenly, Alina wants blood to run down the rivers and those who stand in her and The Darkling’s way will be blinded by her light and swallowed by his shadows.

It won’t be pretty.

Pairing: The DarklingxAlina

Rating: 18+

As usual, the tags are in the comments; if you no longer want to be in the list or wanna be added, please don’t hesitate to let me know :)

Click here for chapter 9 in case you missed it :)

Chapter 10: I haven't met the new me yet

"Again!"

Maybe this wasn’t just training; maybe he was punishing her for her demonstration at the Fete. He had said nothing about the event during the last few days, but Alina knew, somehow, that it was on his mind, and she was nervously waiting for the grenade to go off.

Alina heaved a breath, calling her light and pushing against The Darkling's shadows, but it was to no avail. She couldn't fend them off.

She had her questions, but was a bit afraid to ask. He seemed rather…cold, that particular morning, but she dismissed it as being pissed at the waste of time the Winter Fete was.

"I can't." she struggled to get the words out.

"Do you know what your problem is?" he asked. She couldn't see him, and his voice seemed to be coming from everywhere, as if the shadows themselves were talking. Oddly, this didn't scare her at all.

"What?"

"You do not fully understand light."

Alina snorted.

"I call it and then I lit or melt things. That's it."

"I am disappointed, Miss Starkov." his cool voice made her heart shrink. She didn't want to disappoint him.

"I am an idiot."

"Alright. Enlighten me, then." she said.

He didn't seem to catch the joke, or maybe he just didn't find it funny.

"A real idiot."

"When you light up a lantern, what do you have?"

"Is this one of those instances where the question is so obvious, I'm not even supposed to answer."

"Tragically, no."

She huffed.

"You get light."

"Right. And what does that light casts?"

Alina didn't even have to think about it.

"Shadows."

"Correct. So, that means-"

"I've been trying to destroy your shadows instead of pushing them away?"

"You could destroy them, but let us leave it at pushing for now, yes."

"Oh! I think I get it now."

She closed her eyes -even though it made no difference in the infinite darkness he had casted-, and summoned.

Slowly, she pushed her light to meet, not fight, the shadows, and gently ushered them back, little by little.

When she was done, she could see a giant orb of black and gold around them. Just like the rose he had given her a few months prior.

Alina looked at Kirigan, and something akin to pride shone in his eyes for a moment before it turned off into nothing.

"Good. Again."

Their world went dark once more, but this time, Alina was more excited about it.

Later that day, Alina shyly sat at the Corporalki table next to Nina. She wasn't sure if the woman was expecting something from her after the events of the previous night, but when she smiled and leaned in to kiss Alina's cheek, she felt herself relax.

She looked over at the Fabrikator's table and frowned.

"Do any of you know where Lada is?" she asked, taking a bite of their awful breakfast. Really, even in Keramzin, with so many mouths to feed, the kitchen staff managed to produce much better things than herring and rye. "I've been wanting to talk to her about those new keftas she's working on."

"She left to go visit her grandmother." Fedyor answered, covering his mouth to speak. "She's ill, I think, and The General gave her permission to go say her goodbyes."

"Oh, that's so sad." she said, sincerely.

"She should've been back a few days ago." Michail added, the only one who seemed to enjoy their meal. "The General will send a party to go find her if she doesn't show up soon."

Nina shifted in her seat and took another bite.

"Do you think something happened to her?" Alina asked, almost concerned for this woman she barely knew. She was Grisha as well after all.

"Maybe." Michail shrugged. "Drüskelle, Shu Han agents, desertion, slavers-"

"Desertion?" Alina asked in disbelief. "From The Second Army?"

Fedyor and Michail moved uneasily in their seats.

"It rarely happens." Fedyor said in a hushed voice. "And The General doesn't like to talk about it. He does it when he has to but…"

Alina nodded, storing the information away.

Desertion from the First Army she could understand. They lacked plenty of things and life was tough in pretty much all the senses life could be. Many times soldiers would go to bed with a half empty stomach, scooting together with a group in an effort to fend off the cold. Many times, Alina would hear them waking up from nightmares with screams that would make a volcra shrink, or seen them in pieces as she passed by the infirmary.

The Second Army however, faced almost none of those complications. They lost soldiers, and a few soldiers even lost a limb or two, but they were well taken care of at the Little Palace; The General always seemed to find something new they could do to occupy their minds. Sure, Alina was learning the game of court, but she'd rather risk her neck behind the Little Palace's walls than risk being taken by the enemy, which desertion would leave you vulnerable to.

"I'm sure she's fine." Nina dismissed with a wave of her hand. "She's never been exactly punctual. And if you want to discuss the keftas, you can always go to David or Dima; they've had a part in the process as far as I know."

Alina settled for that answer.

She would speak to David. She had to talk to him anyways. Genya had delivered the gloves made by him which she rejected, and she wanted to make sure he wasn't offended. Besides, maybe, just maybe, she could help her friend gain some ground with him.

Still, as she ate her breakfast in relative peace, the thought of Lada not appearing at the Little Palace unnerved her. They weren't friends, and maybe she didn't truly have a reason to care at all besides being Grisha like her. Still, something didn't sit right with her.

"Six languages?!" Alina asked Nina as they shared some tea, leaning over the table.

The Heartrender shrugged, her legs resting on the Summoner's lap.

"Yup." was all she said as she took a sip and placed the cup on the carpeted floor.

They were sitting by the fire, and they had been talking most of the early afternoon away. Well, …there had been a little bit more than talking from their mouths, but Alina wasn't duelling on that at the moment, too amazed by the woman sitting next to her.

A few days had passed in a similar manner. Genya was too busy at the Grand Palace to come over, and between her sessions with Botkin and The Darkling, Nina took her chances to spend all the time she could with Alina. The Sun Summoner found herself beginning to form an attachment to the woman, and she was…content.

"H-how?"

"Part of the job." Nina shrugged.

She bit her lip. "Will I be expected to learn six languages?"

"Probably."

At this, she began to feel her nerves stirring. Nina seemed to sense it.

"I can teach you a little if you want."

"Would you mind?" Alina asked almost too quickly.

Nina smiled. Alina wanted to lean in and kiss her again, but there had been more than enough distraction already from the Heartrender's attributes.

Or had it not?

"Of course not." crossing her arms over her chest, the brunette woman began to ponder. "I'm thinking either shu or fjerdan, for obvious reasons." she said, a finger running under her chin. "But I think fjerdan will be the best choice. Their way of writing is not that much different from ours; the shu language it's much more intricate in that aspect… and every other one."

"Saints." Alina uttered under her breath.

"Oh, no. It's a beautiful language, just hard to learn."

"Good to know." was her dry reply. She sat straight. "So, how do you say 'Grisha' in fjerdan?"

"Drüsje." Nina said, sourly. "It means 'witch'. 'Wej' if they're nice about it, which doesn't happen a lot."

The mood seemed to dim a little.

"Maybe we should've started with something simpler," Alina tried to cheer her up. "Like, 'hello' or 'please, no more waffles'."

"I'll never teach you to say that second one." Nina replied, her voice smooth and fast, making the Sun Summoner laugh.

"He wants you to go riding with him." Genya said promptly, walking in without knocking. She stopped dead in her tracks upon the sight before her, but her face gave indication of nothing.

"Hi, Genya."

"Nina."

The women smiled at each other, and Alina couldn't help but bitterly notice that Nina was one of the few Grisha who didn't look at Genya with disdain.

She smiled. Nina kept on gaining points.

The woman stood up, as did Alina, and eyed the outfit the Tailor held in her arms with one raised eyebrow.

"Well, sun bean, you don't wanna keep Kirigan waiting." she breathed out, coming over and planting a loud kiss upon Alina's lips.

Alina felt herself blush under the presence of Genya, but returned the kiss and gently cupped Nina's cheeks.

When they parted, her heart was beating fast. The Heartrender winked at her.

"See you later, Alina." she nodded to the waiting friend behind her. "Genya."

"Bye."

The woman left, and ever so slowly, Alina turned to find Genya staring at her with worry in her eyes.

"What?" she asked, exasperated. "Nina isn't up to your standards?"

Genya almost smiled, placing the clothes on top of the bed.

"It's not that." she said, fumbling with the fabric. "Just…be careful. For both of your sakes."

Alina was about to refute, but then Genya looked up, blue eyes so full of concern that she took a step back as the words died in her throat.

She didn't question her further and let her friend work on her silently.

"What do you see?" Kirigan asked as they leaned over a forgotten fountain. The gardeners had clearly disregarded the place, but Alina found that she liked it the way it was. It seemed more natural than the beautifully perfect maze and flower roads.

"A version of me." Alina tilted her head, watching the water oscillate as the coin sunk in. "A new one. But she's kind of blurry."

"Maybe she is still taking form." The General answered, pulling some branches off of the water and throwing them aside. "One cannot change from one day to the other…most of the time, anyways."

Was he making a joke? Alina wondered, trying to supress her smile.

She turned, elbows on the stone as she watched the snowy picture. It wasn't much, but its wild simplicity appeased her.

"Did you bring me here to berate me?" the question had been on her mind ever since Genya helped her into her blue and gold riding habit and boots. He had said nothing about the matter during the past few days while he trained her, but she had been expecting it at some point.

"Berate you?" he asked, turning towards her, his face questioning.

"About the Fete." Alina offered as an explanation. "I know you were expecting a different type of demonstration, and gloves, and a black kefta but I-"

"Allow me to interrupt you, please." he requested, to which Alina sheepishly nodded. "I did wonder why you would reject such things and suppress your power that night, but after what you told me once the presentation finished…I understood." he said, the last two words solemn as he looked her in the eye. "I must congratulate you, Alina. You truly are a fast learner."

She couldn't help but beam at his praise, heart thundering inside its ribcage, something warm blossoming on her stomach, an odd sensation pulling her towards him, so strong she almost closed the space in between and embraced him, burying her face in his chest.

Had she done a demonstration that was up to her level, the stupid king would make a stupid decision; had she used gloves, the nobility would think her weak. Concerning the black kefta, as much as it was a sign of power and protection, it was also a target, one she didn't want on her back yet. Besides, she didn't think she deserved to wear Kirigan's colour; she wasn't up to his level for now and doing the small show she offered while wearing his colour might slander his name and thereof all the other Grisha.

Blue it was for now, until she felt secure enough of both her powers and station.

"Thank you." she answered, her voice a mere whisper. "I meant it, you know."

"What?"

"When I said I wanted to help you;" he opened his mouth, but she cut him off. "It's true, what you said to me. There's no one else like us, so it would only make sense to share some duties, have each other's backs …if you don't mind, that is." she added the last part quickly, feeling how she was about to lose her nerve. "It could make things less lonely."

General Kirigan watched her closely, head barely tilted to a side, and finally nodded.

"I think that is a good idea, Alina." he then did something she had never seen him do before, and smiled. It was small, and if she didn't know better, she'd say it was tentative. Her heart made a strange jump at the sight, and her cheeks threatened to gain colour but she pushed the feeling away. S

Saints damned that man.

His eyes returned to the waters, so hers followed the same path. "Look. Not so blurry anymore."

Alina looked down, and sure, although the water still undulated, her reflection was slightly clearer.

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone trilogy #grishaverse #shadow and bone fanfic #alina starkov #aleksander morozova #the darkling #aleksander morozova | the darkling #darklina #alina x the darkling #alina x aleksander #nina zenik #Genya Safin #original characters #fedyor kaminsky #au shadow and bone

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floosies · 4 years

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Lovely

pairing: chris evans x poc! fem reader

warnings: fluffy fluff

summary: (blurb) domesticity is both meticulous and yet, satisifying.

(A/N: I wrote this while listening to cherry wine...but i promise it is not like the lyrics at all omg)

It'd been a year since the vows were made. The whole thing was unbelieveable, quite literally. No one in the media or even the fans had any idea that the two were finally wed. She wasn't sure how it all happened, but not much after that wedding, she found herself carrying life in her womb.

It was messy, the first couple of years in their early relationship. He knew every kiss came with disgruntled looks from fake admirers. Their bond only ever grew though, through all the ridiculous disappointment from strangers. The gazes he held on her when she spoke would make Persophone weep in happiness.

Admiration came full front from the start. His blue orbs finding her rich auburn ones. Now those same eyes filled with warmth were his. Selfishly he prided himself in the knowledge that he had won her over. His heart was enough for her.

Fears used to consume his mind, ideas plagued with a belief that she could never love the man with anxieties and riddled with too much adoration from strangers. Instead he was met with caring arms and a wonderful scent of her perfume. Then everything else came naturally.

Her constant jokes at his love scenes, or his applauding at her interesting dancing when they were home alone. All these small things were part of the big, beautiful art piece that was their love.

Now another piece would be added, one that would be the physical representation of their love. A child that would be so loved, and taught that this love would never fade away. Their child would grow up in a humble home with a backyard and would watch football games with dad.

Mom would clean the scrapes and kiss the bruises from playing around. He wouldn't feel like he's missing out on the family fun anymore. Her parents would finally have a grandchild whose cheeks they can pinch. He'd made it, he knew it.

She'd found her happiness in his arms. Not because he was who he was, but because he wasn't that man at all. Behind the wooden doors of their home, he was man who would cry from nightmares. Who'd pleaded that she stay, because he needed her. A man who always tried his hardest to have her near him. Someone who she had learned to share all her secrets with.

As she begins to put clothes away in the nursery, a pondering moment takes place. She begins to really grasp it, the moment, the fact that she is soon to be a mother. That the words will no longer be able to hurt her because she has won the ultimate prize. She's recieved her happiness, her calm, and a family.

Family, what a wild concept. The two were both people fearful of the 'ifs' about this idea. If they could be good people. If they could raise a good child. If they could overcome all the commentary. If it was even worth it to try. Those 'ifs' died when they married. They died when she placed that ring on him. When he vowed to never stop loving her. Worries died when he whispered that she was his saving grace in his strained life.

Sat in the waiting room, his hand in hers this was where the relief set in. The first pictures of their lovely, of the one who would learn about the beauty of being someone. Their lovely, growing every day bit by bit. That little lovely would know all the joy in the world.

#Chris Evans #steve rogers #fluff #daddy!evans #poc!reader #mcu #marvel

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enbiart · 4 years

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Rooted Deep

In which Angeal has always struggled with depression and the like. TW for suicidal thoughtd and attempted suicide.

If he was being completely honest, it was always a problem for him. His monstrosity was just the icing on the cake, the straw that broke the camel's back. Before the truth of his birth came out, it was pretty manageable. Sure, he'd have his bad days, but no one ever caught on, so it couldn't have been that bad.

At least, that's what Angeal told himself.

It started when he was little. It had probably been a problem since before then, but the first time the full thought crossed his mind was on Genesis's 13th birthday. He'd never tell a soul, but the class difference between him and his friend. . . He'd never put it against his friend, Gaia no, but jealousy was only human, and he had a lot to be jealous of.

His Mom raised him right, though, so jealous thoughts never lingered long. What did linger, though, were the feelings of shame and inadequacy that often acquainted jealousy. He tried so, so, so hard to be proud of his family, of his Mom -- but sometimes, sometimes he'd look at Genesis and his home, at his fancy clothes and new toys and private tutors, and then he'd look back at his measly shack, at his ragged, patchy clothes and lack of playthings and books that Genesis had to lend him so that he could learn how to read good because despite how much his Mom loved him she just couldn't afford to send him to school the whole time, and he'd wonder if there was some sort of joke he was missing. He'd wonder why someone like Genesis, the Mayor's son, the richest kid in town, would bother with someone like him. He'd wonder when Genesis would realize just how much he was lowering himself to spend time with someone like Angeal, and give up. He knew, really, that Genesis wasn't that kind of person, and he felt awful thinking of his friend that way.

Still, on nights he had trouble sleeping, he wondered.

He felt so, so guilty on the days he found himself wishing he had even half the money his friend has, when he wished he could've been born in a different family. He felt so, so guilty because that wasn't fair to his Mom, who tried so hard and gave up so much for him. His Mom was an angel, his hero, and whenever he caught himself being ungrateful he beat himself up over it. His Mom deserved a son that would be satisfied and grateful for her efforts, not one that stole apples just because she couldn't afford to give him three meals a day.

On Genesis's 13th birthday, though, he realized he was a worse son than he ever thought imaginable.

It was an important day, obviously. The day he would transition from child to teen, and he'd been looking forward to it for a while. Angeal had been, too. He was excited for his friend! He couldn't wait! The whole town was looking forward to it, with Genesis being the Mayor's son and all. There would be a huge celebration throughout all of Banora -- The Rhapsodoses didn't often pay attention to their son, but they did often flaunt him to the townsfolk. (A fact that Genesis often resented, but just this once he was too excited to care.)

Angeal was so excited, and so, so nervous, because what the hell was he going to get him? For all of his earlier birthdays, Genesis told him not to worry about presents or anything, but they'd always celebrated his birthdays privately before then. This was in front of the entire town! There's no way he could get away with just a card, or, Gaia forbid, nothing!

So, yes, Angeal was very nervous about that. His Mom, bless her heart, took notice, and often tried reassuring him. Genesis was his best friend, he'd never get mad over something like this. There was truth in her words, he knew, but (he thought of the shame, the embarrasment, the fact that this was going to be one of the most important days of his friend's life and he could just imagine the look of disappointment, or worse, the understanding, the pity) just once, he wanted to be something more than the son of a poor widow.

He had no clue what the hell was going through his head when he did it, but Angeal would regret every day for the rest of his life that he stole from his own mother. He normally felt bad enough when he stole from just the neighbor's trees when he needed to eat, so he had no idea how he managed to convince himself to sneak into his Mom's bedroom after dark to rifle through their measly Gil savings. All he knew was that the party was tomorrow, Genesis had been talking nonstop about the new Materia the shop had just gotten, and he still didn't have a present.

The morning after his theft, before his Mom even woke up, Angeal had shot out of the house to wait for the Materia shop to open. As soon on the doors opened he'd ran straight for the display on the front counter, the one that had the new, shiny Fire materia, and traded all of his stolen goods and savings for the magic little orb. The shop owner gave him a curious look, no doubt recognizing him for his poverty, but in the spirit of the day didn't say anything. The little sphere was warm in his hands, and he cradled it carefully as he brought it back to his room, laying it in an admittely cheap and flimsy box. The gift itself would more than make up for it.

Later that day, when the party began and all the townsfolk crowded the streets, he was nearly bouncing in anticipation. He followed Genesis around as he went around enjoying the festivities, and eventually came the time for gifts. He was excited! Finally, he was going to be one of the people that gave things instead of taking them. He ignored the way Genesis looked surprised at him being in the group of gift-givers, brushing off his protests with a "Just open it!" and waiting in eager anticipation.

The look on his friend's face when he took the green materia out was one of pure bliss. No matter how much guilt and regret Angeal had about that day, he fact that he was the one that made his friend so happy would always be something he'd be proud of. He was proud then, too. Proud and relieved and just a little bit smug, because throughout the rest of the party, and the whole month, really, Genesis never lost that bright-eyed look, never stopped showering him in thanks and praises. It was amazing to be the source of so much happiness in his friend.

And then, one week later, he overheard a conversation between his Mom and the grocer. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, and only caught bits and pieces, but what he did hear completely shattered his high.

". . .buying less and less lately, Mrs. Hewley. Everything alright?"

"Fine, it's just. . . I think we had a break-in last week. Only took about half our Gil, though, so. . ."

He didn't stay to hear the rest of it, the gravity of what the hell he'd done hitting him, and he locked himself in his room the rest of the day. It was then that he realized how much his Mom had been frowning since the birthday, how small their meals were, how little she'd been eating. How little he'd been eating. There were few days he found himself completely full, but he'd never been this hungry in a long time. Already, his Mom was looking a bit thinner, staying at work longer, trying to make up for the loss in funds.

Oh, Gaia. What was he thinking?

His Mom sacrificed so much for him on a daily basis, and this is how he repayed her? With shame, embarrasment, and bitterness? With theft? She gave him so much love, and what does he do? He leaves her to starve herself just to feed an ungrateful brat. He was awful. He was terrible. He - He --!

He shouldn't have been born at all.

Twelve years old, guilt-ridden and ashamed beyond belief, that one thought led to another, more horrific thought.

Maybe he should just kill himself.

It would've solved so many problems -- His Mom could use all their money on herself instead of wasting it on him, Genesis wouldn't have to make the choice between his class and his friend, he --

He cut the thought off quick, because he was starting to scare himself. So, he ignored the train of thought he had taken, got a pencil and paper, and decided to plan a route that would let him take as many dumbapples from as many houses in one night, because despite how much he hated stealing at that point, he'd rather think on how he could make this up to his Mom than whatever he was thinking about earlier.

He should've told someone, probably, that he'd considered it at all. He was too scared and ashamed to even think about it, though.

So he didn't.

So, it probably shouldn't have been as shocking as it was when it became a recurring thought, because now that the idea crossed his mind it just wouldn't leave him alone.

In the dark recesses of the night, he often found himself wondering just how much the planet benefitted from him remaining alive. Thinking, really, how much difference did it matter in the grand scheme of things if he died or not? His Mom would be sad, of course, and so would Genesis, but they'd move on, wouldn't they? Just how big of a deal would it be, really, if he just stopped breathing in the middle of the night?

It became a bit of an morbid curiousity, almost. Just something to ponder when he was bored. He'd wonder what would happen if he threw himself into that pond on the other side of the orchard. He'd wonder what would happen if he swallowed all of the pills in his Mom's medicine cabinet. He'd wonder what would happen if he snuck one of the kitchen knives into his room. The answer to all those questions was that he'd die, of course, but what then? How much better would the lives of the Banorans be with one less mouth to feed?

He never acted on those thoughts, Gaia no. He knew, logically, just how much he meant to the people that loved him.

Still, though, it persisted.

He got used to it, and he still refused to tell anyone.

(He wanted to, sometimes, though. When he started getting bad days, and it was so hard to find a meaning behind anything he did, when it seemed almost impossible to justify the space he was filling, and he questioned the validity of others' love for him -- He wanted to just lay everything out, to tell his Mom his thoughts and have her tell him it was okay, for Genesis to argue himself out of his self-deprecation.

He doesn't, though, too ashamed of himself for being so dissatisfied. Too determined to burden his Mom with as little as possible. Too busy trying to help Genesis deal with his own array of problems.

Too honorable to be any bigger of a problem than he already was.)

Joining SOLDIER helped, in a way. The intensity of cadet training often left him too exhausted to humor any thoughts about his place in the world; There was no room left in his head to think about the many ways he could kill himself with whatever was in a room when it was stuffed full of materia theory and tactics. The physical aspect also provided a surprisingly nice distraction -- he found himself enjoying the rhythmic swing of a sword, and whatever built up feelings of aggravation and inadequacy oftentimes were taken out of the training dummies.

It'd been a long time since he last felt so comfortable in his skin. It was nice.

Not to say his problem was completely gone, no, nothing was ever that easy. As time and promotions passed by he got more and more used to the rigid schedules and new responsibilities, and soon enough his mind started wandering. And once again, it latched onto its apparent favorite subject: death.

Once he'd passed that point, he made a rather worrying discovery. While the routine and resposibility of his rank might have helped when it came to considering the futility of his continued existence, the mako injections had the opposite effect. In fact, he'd even go as far as to say that it completely undid whatever progress joining SOLDIER had helped him gain. When fresh mako ran through your veins, there was a period of time in which everything was enhanced tenfold. Sight, sound, sensation, smell, taste -- and while it was true that once the mako was fully absorbed into the body, your senses would level out, Angeal would've liked to have warned that, apparently, emotions were also included on that list. He learned that fact the hard way.

The "hard way" being Genesis finding him sitting in his bathtub with a knife to his wrist.

Thankfully (or unfortunately, depending on when you ask him), his mako-addled mind couldn't tell right from left and cut the wrong damn wrist, but the intent was clear as day. When he finally came down from his mako high, it was to find himself tucked snugly into bed, bandages wrapped around his right hand, with the sound of Genesis crying coming from his living room. To say that he was overcome with guilt was a massive understatement.

When he finally mustered the courage to leave his bedroom, he was a bit shocked to find that Sephiroth was also there. The man in question looked unbelievably uncomfortable, what with Genesis hanging onto him and crying all over him (and the thought that Angeal had managed to scare him enough that he'd called in Sephiroth of all people for comfort almost made him want to finish the job), but he'd yet to move away, and was even giving what he probably thought was a comforting hug, but looked more like he was about to snap the redhead's neck. He didn't have long to take in the strange and oddly heartwarming scene of his friends not at each others' throats for once because as soon as his feet hit hardwood floor, both heads shot up, and suddenly he was the one with an armful of distraught Genesis.

"An-Angeal, you -- I -- you scared the shit out of me, wh --," His friend cried out, frantically alternating between holding onto him and grabbing his face to look it over. It seemed like he could barely speak, tears coming back full force now that Angeal was actually awake and could answer his questions. "What the hell were you -- Y-you could've died, were you trying --?! Why --?!"

In the end, Angeal just couldn't take the sight of his friend to barely kept together, and pulled him close into a back-breaking embrace. Genesis held him hard enough to leave bruises, and probably did, but he was too focused on rubbing comforting circles into his back and trying to soothe his sobs. In his peripheral, he could see Sephiroth hovering, unsure, and with an unreadable expression.

He didn't know how long it took for Genesis to finally calm down; In fact, he didn't even know how long it had been since he had been caught in the act. As soon as his friend composed himself, though, he found himself sat down and told in no uncertain terms that he would explain himself, and that he would do so promptly and in full. He was reluctant. It had been his dirty little secret for so long, to tell someone about it now...

He was nervous, ashamed, a little scared, and tried very desperately to avoid the subject. Surprisingly, it wasn't Genesis that finally made him relent; Sephiroth had simply given him THAT look, the one he reserved for hysterical troops on the battlefield, and he'd cracked like an egg.

And so he spilled. From start to finish. He told them about the guilt, the shame, the everything that was wrong with him -- haltingly, at first, then gaining momentum as finally, finally he could just let it out. He didn't look at them while he spoke, knowing it'd be futile trying to read Sephiroth and not wanting to see the horror and guilt he just knew Genesis would wear, instead watching the way his hands shook ever so slightly with a sort of detached amusement. By the time he was done, his voice was hoarse and he felt like his insides had been scraped out, leaving him raw and empty. He felt tired, and strangely numb, as if the words had stolen his strength and left a shell of a man in its wake.

He didn't realize he'd been silently crying until, once more, a blur of red collided with him. This time, though, he was the one being held. It was a bit awkward, given the size difference, but in the blink of an eye he found himself held snugly against his friend's chest, a soft stream of "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry..." in his ear. He was momentarily confused; Normally, he was the one doing the comforting, not the other way around. And what did Genesis have to apologize for, anyway? He didn't get it. He didn't get to question it for long, though, because the longer he stayed in that embrace, the tighter his chest began to feel. Something was squeezing his heart and his lungs, burning his eyes, and making his breath hitch. There was a weight on his back, and while he couldn't muster the strength or energy to turn his head, he just knew it was Sephiroth, and when the solitary weight of a single hand became the encompassing warmth of yet another embrace he just couldn't take it anymore.

(The last time someone else had hugged him, had gone out of their way to make sure he was okay was the day he left for Midgar, when his Mom had pulled him aside and hugged him with the kind of strength that only a distraught mother could. She told him through teary eyes how much she loved him, how proud she was of him, how sure she was that his dream would come true and that she just knew he would be a fine man when he finished growing up.

He almost cried that day, but didn't.

Even then, when he was the one being held, he had to be strong for her.)

The dam broke.

Later that night, after a whole day of pampering and soft words and comfort and a promise of more just like it, what with the week of leave the others had managed to get him, Angeal found sleep elusive. It wasn't for the usual reasons, though. This time, as he lie in bed, sandwiched between two warm, comforting bodies, he was not kept awake wondering the numerous outcomes of his death. Quite the opposite, in fact; He found himself looking forward to the endless doors of opportunity now open to him.

#this was half a vent fic #and half me wanting more of angeals character to be explored #than his eligibility as the perfect husband #my writing #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #TW:#suicide

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kitanoko · 7 years

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So this is kind of a sad-turned-cute prompt but imagine Yaomomo getting stood up on a blind date and Todo to the rescue!

Note: Thanks! Actually I had this in mind half a year ago but never wrote it. Happy reading! This one is longer than the others :p I also paid homage to the drama cd haha

In which Todoroki sees her again after a year

Herfriends made this sound a lot easier than it really was.

Justtwo hours ago, Yaoyorozu was in her room with Ashido, Hagakure, and Jirou asclothes were being stuffed back into her drawers, and then taken out again. Shestood like a mannequin for the three girls as bouts of laughter encompassedthem. With jewellery dangling on her like a Christmas tree, she took noticeof how much of a pig sty her room had become. Ashido, being the hopeless romantic,wanted to set her up with someone she met from middle school. Strong, tall,charming, responsible…was what Ashido described the mystery blind date as, andwith no doubt, he was someone who valued someone else’s time.

Thenwhy is it that he still hasn’t shown up?

Yaoyorozu pondered quite considerably too,before agreeing to this, since she had someone whom she had high regards for but shewas certain destiny has it that they weren’t meant to be. So why not give this‘perfect’ guy a chance?

“Areyou still waiting for your friend?” The server came again to ask, professionallybalancing 5 plates at once, and Yaoyorozu could count with her fingers the number oftimes she had checked up on her table for thus far. Exactly 4 times.

“Yeah,he should be here soon,” Yaoyorozu gave a fake smile, so meek that even she couldn’tfool herself, “He is stuck in traffic, I think.” Her last words trailed offinto a discreet utterance.

“Alrightthen, call me when you’re ready to order,” the server gave her a quizzicallook, suspicion written all over her expression, and walked away with a sway ofher hips. Yaoyorozu rested her head on her palm, playing with the littlepackets of raw sugar on the side of the table with her other hand and sighed.

“Okayso the newest superhero movie just came out, who’s down to go this weekend?!”Kirishima’s sharp, fang-like teeth glinted as he gave a large grin, “It’s gonnabe the best movie of 2017, I swear!”

“I’llgo,” Tokoyami laid his arm around Midoriya as Kaminari nodded in agreement, “AndMidoriya, you better go too. Don’t tell me you’re hanging out with Urarakaagain.”

Midoriyamouth formed a thin line, “With our schedule, I haven’t been able to see her for two weeksTokoyami-kun, so….”

“No cando,” Tokoyami shook his head, his feathers ruffled as he did so, making themappear more dynamic than usual, “Todoroki, how about you?”

Thethree guys turned to face Todoroki right when the gorgeous and curvy bartenderdelivered their beers. Kirishima cocked an eyebrow when something black caughthis eye underneath Todoroki’s glass and he sloped his body forward to take apeak, and sure enough, it was the bartender’s scribbly handwriting forming herphone number and flirty words of sorts. Kirishima knew beforehand that thebartender had zero chance.

Looking back at Todoroki, he seemed veryconcentrated on something on the other side of the room, neglecting the gazesthat he was receiving from his friends, and Kaminari smirked.

“Todoroki,are you checking out some hot girl?” Kaminari stuck his head out and scannedthe area shamelessly, and his brows began to furrow, “Which girl are you evenlooking at?”

Noresponse came and on the contrary, it seemed that Kaminari’s question cuedTodoroki’s aimless gaze to fix on his drink. The bartender watched himsolicitously as her number below his hand caught his attention, but heignored it just as fast. The boy gulped down most of the beer, wiped his mouthwith a quick motion and was prepared to leave his seat.

“Ehh?Isn’t that Yaoyorozu?” Kirishima cried out in surprise, “Let’s go say hi! It’sbeen like a year since we saw her.”

Kaminari’sface brightened up, “You were staring at Yaoyorozu? Man, Todoroki, you are so…”

Hisstomach dropped when Todoroki’s death glare pierced him and he quickly shut hismouth.

Thered-haired boy was bursting with energy though and his chair wobbled as hepushed off his bar stool. However, Kirishima wasn’t reading the mood properly,both Tokoyami and Midoriya recognized, and Tokoyami’s outstretched arm haltedhim midway.

Midoriyaspoke without skipping a beat, “doesn’t it look like she’s waiting for someone?Impatiently too?”

Tokoyamicrossed his arms and closed his eyes, looking thoughtful, “It’s the abyss oflove.”

Theothers, with the exception of a nonchalant Todoroki, were taken aback by theirfriend’s unexpected, edgy comment. Good ol’ Tokoyami.

“Lookslike she got stood up though,” Kaminari swallowed, “It’d be embarrassing forher if we go over there now.”

It’sthe sophisticated yet mournful look on Yaoyorozu’s face that urged Todoroki toact. She’s mature enough to handle herself, he acknowledged that fact, but shedidn’t deserve to be treated like this. Putting his unfinished glass down witha thud, he maneuvered past the other patrons and headed over to her, paying noheed to his friend’s remarks.

The mixof footsteps was muffled to her by now and the music didn’t grow on her either.It won’t be long till her patience subsided completely. She was frustrated anddisappointed, but most of all, she felt shamed. ‘Too naïve’, was what shealways said to those around her, as if she had the right to criticize. But nowit pertained to her. Oh, the irony.

“Yaoyorozu.”

A whiffof spice overcame her senses and she poised, “You’re finally here!” Her voicebroke in a happy tune.

The girl looked up and froze,meeting icy orbs plus white and red hair. She was stupid for not recognizinghis familiar, bold voice.

Todoroki gestured in an attemptto ask if he was allowed to sit across from her and she nodded slightly. Heshould be glad for her to be meeting people, much less people of romanticinterest, but as if thorns jabbed his chest, he wanted so bad to kick whoever thisguy was all the way to Antarctica.

“Oh your friend is here!” Theserver couldn’t be more coincidental and eyed Todoroki up and down, a blushreaching her cheeks. Yaoyorozu pressedher lips together.

“He’s actually not the…”

“Yeah, I’m late,” Todoroki cutin, flipping through the menu like a storm, “I’ll take the steak and she willhave the same.”

“Wha—“

“Oh and also two glasses of the1990 Chateau Margaux.”

At that, both the server andYaoyorozu’s eyes widened. The latter was sure the price for that particularwine was $450 per glass but was partly glad that he remembered her favourite choice of reds. After the server thanked them profusely and walkedaway, the two sat there in a silent discord. Both wanting to ask each otherabout their new lives, eyes meeting and fleeting away, yet hesitant to know ofone another’s change.

She kicked his leg accidentallyunder their wooden table.

“Uh sorry,” she spoke first,igniting the conversation, “Todoroki, I’m just wondering…why are you here?”

“Why, am I not allowed to behere?”

This prompted her thoughts of theEnnichi Festival where a similar question was raised by him years ago.

“No, of course you are,” shepeeked at him. Through candlelight, his jaw line appeared more defined and hishair was a little shorter than she recalled. Everything else about him wasthe same though; he was still making her heart race without even trying.

“So was someone supposed to behere?” he stared at her and her eyes darted away.

“Well,” she started to focus onthe buttons on his sleeves, “Ashido’s acquaintance was supposed to be here.”

“Like a date?” he asked, notintending to make her restless but the shiver of her hand proved the contrary.

“Like a date.” She managed torepeat, and her shoulders relaxed, “but he never showed up.”

“Maybe he came and saw you andwalked away,” he added.

Todoroki’s desperate attempt at joking andmaking her laugh was abysmal. His statement was met with lamentable eyes and heknew that ruined the mood.

“I was kidding,” he quicklyexplained, scratching the back of his neck. Yaoyorozu looked hopeful for asecond and giggled. Noticing the upward motion of his lips as well, a nostalgicfeeling showered her. In the back of her mind, an unnerving question coercedher to speak and finally she gave in.

“Todoroki,” she spoke,anticipating, “so are you seeing anyone?”

“Yes,” he said and she felt apang in her chest, but recovered when he continued, “I see Midoriya quite often.”

“Oh,” she was relieved, “I meanare you dating anyone.”

Todoroki thought for a while, “No.I don’t know how to attract the person that I like.”

Yaoyorozu gulped inaudibly.Within the past year, things have changed too much. They had grown up.

“Ithink …girls are simple though. They like food, and flowers,” she responded with a gleeful tone.

“Mmm,” his voice trailed off, heturned around, looking as though he was searching for something, “how aboutsteak and wine?”

“Yeah steak and wine works,” she bither lip, crestfallen, “Whomever you like must be lucky.”

“No I think I’m luckier.”

She considered his every moveafter his last word, while toying with the piece of hair that framed her face.As the server came to place their food on the table, Todoroki stood up from hisseat without warning. He didn’t stall to think about where to go and gaveYaoyorozu a quick glance.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, “Yougo ahead.” And she was left to wonder what he had in mind.

After a minute, Todoroki cameback panting and when Yaoyorozu casted her eyes over to him from a half eatenpiece of potato, she was ossified in her seat.

There he was, standing with onepink rose decorated with cellophane and chevron ribbons. He pushed it towardher, eyes commanding.

“Todoroki, what is—“

“Steak, wine and flowers,” hecorrected himself, “I mean a flower. The florist across the street was closingso this is what was left.”

He cleared his throat, sensinghis friends at the bar observing him, “I’ve wanted to do this since foreverago. But I was confused and I didn’t know what to do that was best and wouldimpress you.”

The girl opened her mouth tospeak, finally connecting the dots, but instead, she took a deep breath andaccepted his flowers.

“You could impress me with justyour presence, Todoroki.”

He was stunned by her answer andhis expression softened. Within the warm glow of the candles, she erased thedistracting silhouettes and sounds in her mind, tiptoed a bit, and kissed him.

#bnha #todomomo #todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #todoroki x momo #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfic request #midoriya izuku #tokoyami fumikage #kaminari denki #kirishima eijirou

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blueyedcas · 7 years

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Wings Like Midnight (Ch. 9)

Can also be read here in AO3

Chapter 1 -> Previous Chapter -> Next Chapter

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationships: Gabriel & Other archangels and angels

Warnings: None

Summary:

An angel’s wings are a beautiful and unique thing, their colour supposedly signifying their owners personality and temperament. But when an fledgling is branded an ‘abomination’ the moment he’s created, will Gabriel find it in himself to help the little one? And is it possible that Heaven’s new angel could help him back?

(I promise the story’s better and more complex than the summary)

Hello again guys! Thanks again to my wonderful beta, Dayna! I hope you enjoy reading :) Sophie xx

Anna’s nest, on first glance, seemed just like the rest of Heaven; perfect.

Stainless walls permeated a cold glow, blanketing them in white light as they walked deeper into the nest. Light, grey marble made up the floor, speckled slightly with black dots and glimmering in the wall’s glow. Stairs, made of the same material, led upwards, rising into the unknown of the floor above. The ceiling was similar to the walls, white in colour, but lacking any ethereal luminescence. Gabriel felt suffocated by its faultlessness, boxed in by its linear lines and dizzying light.

However, on closer inspection, he noticed subtle signs of individuality and character. Small scratches at the bottom of the walls where someone had accidently scraped along its white exterior. Tiny dints could be seen in the marble floor, ruining its illusion of perfection. A group of tiny purple feathers had collected in the corner of the hallway. They floated gently upwards in as they passed by, caught by the wind.

Only the gentle patter of their footsteps could be heard as Anna, still carrying the fledgling, led him to another door. An ugly, uncomfortable feeling started to rear its head as Gabriel scrutinized how the fledgling fitted into Anna’s side, as if he were made to be there. The archangel wrestled with the emotion, pushing it back down into the depths of wherever it appeared from.

You should be thankful she’s helping.

“Is it likely that Naomi saw us?” he asked, unwilling to focus on the thoughts whirling around his skull.

“I don’t think so, she left her nest a while ago.”

She slowed as she got to a large, black door and turned round, gesturing for the archangel to take the fledgling back. He lifted his hands out and awkwardly grasped his tiny torso, grimacing in effort as he tried not to drop him. A whine rose in the little one’s throat and the archangel tried to hide his disappointment with a smirk.

“Looks like he prefers you,” he joked halfheartedly, trying to battle with the wriggling fledgling. Anna gave him a sympathetic smile, reading his hurt easily.

“He doesn’t prefer me, you’re just holding him wrong. Look, here,” she said, taking hold of his hand and guiding it to a better position.

Soon, the little one was moulded into the archangel’s side with his head resting on his shoulder. A soft smile rose unknowingly on Gabriel’s face as he looked down at the fledgling, so innocent and pure. A strange warmth unfurled in his chest again, although this time it roared into a small flame, burning hot and growing.

He finally tore his gaze away from the fledgling to find Anna regarding him with a thoughtful expression. She stopped once she realised he was looking at her and quickly opened the door.

“This is our main living quarters,” she said, bowing her head sheepishly as the Archangel peered around the room. It was similar to the hallway, except larger, and with far more indications that this was a nest, not just a continuation of Heaven’s faultless walkways. The walls were not quite as stainless, the floor not as shiny, and there seemed to odd little objects littering the floor.

“What’s that?” he asked, gesturing to one of the objects, a small, brown sphere in the corner of the room. His movement disturbed the little one who groaned quietly in his sleep, a fistful of Gabriel’s robe scrunched in his hand.

‘Oh, it’s just one of Balthazar’s toys,” she said before pointing to another object with a crude sort of likeness to an angel, “Like that one over there.”

Gabriel nodded thoughtfully.

“Where do you get them?”

“Just down the market,”

“Ah.”

An awkward silence fell as Gabriel glanced around the room and Anna looked at her feet, hands clasped behind her back. Just as he was about to enquire after Anna’s fledgling, something hanging on one of the walls caught his attention. It was square, with a thick border surrounding what looked to be a tiny, purple feather.

“Is that one of Balthazar’s?”

Happiness and pride twinkled in Anna’s eyes as she saw what Gabriel was referring to.

“Yes, it was the first feather he ever shed,” she said, breathing a laugh, “The poor thing was itching all over for weeks.”

“Itching?”

“Yes, a fledgling’s wings are sensitive. When they start to shed, they can become very itchy,”

“Oh,” he said, raising his eyebrows, “That’s new,”

“You didn’t know?” Anna frowned, “Dont you remember when you were a fledgling?”

“Yeah, well, there were other things to concentrate on at the time,”

Anna sensed the Archangel’s uneasiness and the two fell into another awkward silence, broken only by the soft breathing of the sleeping fledgling. He slept open mouthed and was now drooling slightly, his chubby cheek pressed firmly into Gabriel’s shoulder.

“So, er,” he started, attempting to break the silence, “How often do they sleep?”

“At least every couple of hours,” replied Anna with a relieved smile, “until they find their grace, that is,”

Then it was Gabriel turn to frown, tilting his head in confusion. “Wait, what?”

“Their grace helps but before they find that they need sleep to grow,” Anna continued, oblivious to the Archangel’s expression of perplexity, “Otherwise, they may not reach their full-”

“Woah, wait, hold up a second. They need to find their grace?”

Anna blinked a couple of times.

“..Yes.”

“You mean to say it isn’t just.. In them?”

“...Yes.”

Stunned, the Archangel stepped back, pondering over his new discovery. He struggled to find the right words before settling with a simple,

“Huh.”

He opened his mouth to ask more questions but was distracted by the gentle patter of small footsteps and the door behind him creaking open.

“Annaaaaa,” Balthazar whined, sticking his head around the door, “I’ve been waiting upstairs for ages and - Oh.”

The fledgling stopped abruptly and stared at Gabriel. His eyes were a concoction of blue and grey, tracing up the large golden appendages sprouting from the archangel’s back. His mouth fell open slightly, wonder radiating from him, and Gabriel couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious.

“Balthazar,” Anna said, beckoning him over, “this is Gabriel,”

“H-hello,” he squeaked, gripping to Anna’s leg as if he were going to float away otherwise. She put a comforting hand on his shoulder and sent an apologetic smile to Gabriel, who nodded with understanding.

“Hiya, big guy,” he said, flattening his wings to his back as tightly as he could. Uncomfortable though it was, he didn’t want to appear as someone to be feared, obeyed or awed at.

“I like your wings,” said Balthazar, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Thank you,” he replied, smiling, “I like yours too,”

A blush stained the fledgling’s cheeks as he registered the archangel’s words and he beamed with pleasure. He looked up at his Guardian and tugged at her robe, making sure she had heard. Then all happiness was washed from his face, replaced with a wary curiosity.

“Is that...?” he trailed off, eyes fixed on the fledgling gripped in Gabriel’s arms. The archangel followed his gaze and realised the little one’s eyes were open, engaging Balthazar in a strangely intense staring contest.

“This is Gabriel’s fledgling, Balthazar,” she said gently, “the angel that has just been created.”

Balthazar kept his eyes placed firmly on the fledgling as he answered. “The one you took me away from when everyone started running?”

Anna looked down sheepishly, avoiding the archangel’s eyes.

“Yes,” she mumbled.

“It’s okay, Anna, I understand,” Gabriel said, smiling softly as she looked back up. After a moment, she returned it, relieved.

“But,” Balthazar piped in, finally tearing his eyes from the little one’s hypnotic blue orbs, “I thought Archangels couldn’t have fledglings,”

“That’s normally the case but the other angels were--” he sighed as he searched for a way to explain in a fledgling friendly way-- “mean to him. So I took him in.”

“Why were they mean?” the fledgling persisted.

“They thought his wings were… Too unusual.”

Balthazar frowned, his features creasing with confusion as he stared intently at the tiny black feathers sprouting from the other fledgling’s back. Before Gabriel could comprehend his actions, the fledgling stepped forward and reached out a hand. It stopped in mid air, suspended in front of the little one’s face, where it was inspected by large blue eyes. Balthazar held his breath and waited, a blend of worry and determination painted on his face.

“Balthazar,” Anna tutted, “You're going to scare him.”

As the words left Anna’s mouth, a hand rose to meet Balthazar’s. It wrapped it's tiny fingers around the side of his palm and clung there, like a completed circuit. Gabriel and Anna swapped looks of bewilderment as their fledglings seemed to share something intangible but strong.

Then the little one let go and Balthazar dropped his arm, wandering back to Anna’s side as if what had just transpired was completely ordinary.

“Well, I won't be mean to him,” he said to Gabriel solemnly. His eyes widened with honesty, imploring the archangel to believe him.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Gabriel replied with a lopsided smile but relief bubbled underneath the surface. He was glad for allies, someone to protect the tiny being in his arms, even if they come in the form of a couple hundred year old fledgling.

“What’s his name?” Balthazar asked.

Gabriel opened his mouth to answer before realising he didn't have one.

“I didn't have chance to name him, I was too busy trying to keep the stuck up Ass-angels from casting him out.”

Anna frowned at his language as Balthazar giggled sweetly, clasping a hand to his mouth in an attempt to reduce the sniggering.

“I don’t want you repeating any of that word to anyone,” she said, turning to her fledgling, warning laced in with her words.

“But why? It’s just a word,”

The fledgling and Guardian began to argue but Gabriel could barely hear it, zoning out of the conversation to focus on idea fizzling in his head.

..Casting him out..

He felt a prickling sensation tingling his head and looked down to find the fledgling’s attentive blue eyes looking back, boring into his skull, as if urging him on.

..Casting..

“I can say ass if I want to,” Balthazar said as his eyes narrowed rebelliously, “‘Ass’. See.”

..Cast..

“Apologise,” Anna ordered, hands resting on her hips.

..Cassiel?

“Ass, ass, ass,”

..Castael?

“Stop it right now or I’m sending you to your room,��

“Castiel!”

Gabriel exclamation broke the tense staring contest Anna and Balthazar were ruthlessly engaging in. They both turned to him, surprise and confusion clouding their faces.

“What?” asked Anna.

“Castiel,” Gabriel repeated as a smile twinkled in his eyes, bringing out their golden hue. He gently stroked the little one’s cheek with his finger, provoking a soft giggle. “I name you Castiel.”

For a few moments there was silence, and a sense of significance was felt by everyone in the room. It was as if something momentous had just occurred, though no one could put their finger on what.

“That’s a wonderful name,” Anna said, her expression emitting sincerity and kindness.

Balthazar nodded in agreement. “Can I call him Cas?”

“Right, that’s it, go to your room-”

“-I didn’t say ‘ass’! I said-”

“Now!”

I hope you enjoyed reading! Thanks so much for sticking with the story, there aren't words to describe how much I appreciate every single comment and kudos. Just, thank you so so much <33 Sophie xx

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