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sapphicseasapphire · 4 months

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ok, so, this has been bugging me for a bit today, but, what was Sky's reaction to when he first met Warriors? like there's got to be a strong emotion there given that Fi is also a sword spirit.

so yeah, I'm just wondering what you have planed for that.

(also great artwork it's absolutely stunning and looks really yummy)

((dont question it))

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THIS, I HAD TO DRAW IT.

(Lore under the cut. Sorry, I have a lot to say about this haha)

Sky’s reaction when he first meets Warriors? Awe.

They find Wars last- or, well, they find his sword. The others are notably confused because they were looking for the hero. The temple that they were led to is completely empty except for a single sword atop a pedestal. Surely their lead was wrong- this can’t be it. Maybe this is the hero’s blade? And he will return to the temple? Or is this just the wrong spot entirely?

While the others are arguing with each other about what to do next, Sky steps up to the blade. It’s… a lot fancier than the ones that the heroes are accustomed to. Gems are inlaid into the guard, fabric is woven around the grip in a familiar pattern. There are diamonds that run down the blade and a piece of blue fabric is tied around the ring of the pommel. This level of decoration is not usually suited for a sword to be wielded in battle. In fact, the only sword that he’s known to be this beautiful and but also effective is currently strapped at his side. As Sky walks closer, he can see the blade glow unnaturally, and his voice echoes through the temple:

“It’s a Sword Spirit,” he’d say, reaching out to the blade but not touching. Not yet.

There’s a mix of emotions when Sky looks upon the blade. He’s relieved, for he had feared that Sword Spirits had been forgotten entirely. His heart aches at the cold weight of Fi at his side, empty and quiet where she used to be full of life. It’s good, he thinks, to see a new sword shine so bright. He’s a little afraid, he’d admit, since he has unsavory memories of a different Sword Spirit. Phantom hands at his shoulders, tongue at his ear, black blades arcing in the air.

Still, Sky can’t repress the way his heart leaps in excitement, a smile at his lips, even as his hand falters in the air. Another Sword Spirit, here, right in front of him. Another opportunity to make things right, to fix things. Oh, how he misses Fi.

“This is the hero we’re looking for.”

And the others would approach, their curiosity piqued by the reverent tone of Sky’s voice. (Note that Sky had just joined them about two-ish days ago? He was the second to last to meet the Chain, the last being Wars).

No one else has met a Sword Spirit before, not even Wild or Time (who, at this point, everyone thinks is a spirit), so they’re all a bit hesitant to accept Sky’s words at face value. Sky explains that he’s met Sword Spirits before, that the Master Sword herself is a spirit. Puzzle pieces click into place but they still need more convincing. They’ll believe that Sky’s correct: that the sword in the pedestal is indeed a Sword Spirit, but they don’t agree that it’s the hero that they’re looking for.

At least, not until the spirit bursts from his sword in a flash of white light, floating in the air as Fi had done so long ago. The eight heroes stand, eyes wide, before the glowing metallic figure. Sky could cry in at the joy he feels as the spirit utters his first words to them:

“Hello, Masters.”

. . .

• Sky inherently trusts everything that Wars says because he trusted Fi. Fi didn’t lie, she was always helpful, and she told him exactly what he needed to hear every single time, even if he didn’t like it. She was calculating and intelligent and Sky (well… Link) could not have survived on the Surface without her. He trusted her with his life. Sky has no reason to think that Wars would ever lie to him, either. Especially in the early days, when he’s more robotic and less human. And so, he trusts Wars to always be honest.

• This will totally definitely 100% not be a problem guys, I promise. Wars would never lie to Sky about something dangerous. And it totally would never result in Sky getting hurt. And it’s definitely not why Wars looks so upset in the sketches I did yesterday. You can trust me. I promise.

• Sky and Wars talk a lot about Fi. Wars is curious about her, since he’s met her before in his own era and doesn’t know what happened to her. So Sky would explain that she went to sleep after his first adventure, and Wars would stare at him blankly.

“Sword Spirits do not necessitate sleep, Master.”

“I-” Sky would look away, something terribly vulnerable in his eyes. His voice would be sad and quiet as he continued: “I know.”

• I know I’ve talked about this before, but Sky is the most knowledgeable about Wars. He understands. And so his interactions with Wars are a lot easier for the Sword Spirit than with the others. The others don’t like being called “Master.” They don’t like the matter-of-fact way he talks, how he calculates every sentence before speaking it, how he uses percentages and simulations to back up his arguments. (How he always wins arguments). And Sky doesn’t necessarily like these things either, but he’s always patient. Always gentle. He allows Wars to call him “Master” because he understands how much Wars needs it. When Wars goes off on tangents and describes every bit of data he can think of, Sky sits and listens and they talk and it’s just so easy. Sky is probably Wars’ favorite, just for that.

• The REASON that Sky is so supportive of Wars goes back to the one thing that drives him through literally everything in his life: guilt. He said goodbye to Fi much too soon. She was just starting to open up, to feel and express her emotions, when their time ran out. He never got to know the person she’d end up to be, and he’s not making that same mistake again with Warriors.

I think I’ve talked about this before? How when Sword Spirits are young, they talk robotically and don’t express themselves, but as they mature and are around more people, they kind of adopt their traits and become a more well rounded person? Fi, for example was only around for what? A few months? Ghirahim had thousands of years to develop. That’s the difference between “According to your social customs, I should provide you with my personal designation. Fi is the name I was given,” and “You may call me Ghirahim. In truth, I very much prefer to be indulged with my full title: Lord Ghirahim. But I'm not fussy."

Sky wants to see Wars grow in the way that he never got to see Fi. He wants to know Wars. Not just as a spirit, but as a friend.

#I answered questions #fanart #my art #chain as cryptids au #cac art #cryptid lore #sword spirit #sapphire rambles way too long #sorry for the lore dump #cryptid sky #cryptid warriors #the legend of zelda #links meet au

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lychniis · 4 months

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tagged by @pearlsxandxpeonies on my main ( @ainescribe ) to share my wip folder!!! which is *laughs nervously* kind of maybe full of a whole lot of abandoned works but okay kijhgvfbghnjmk.

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!

GENSHIN IMPACT —

memory ( zhongli x reader ) ;

this project was written then rewritten so many times it may as well be a meme. the premise of this one is the reader being a god birthed from a human, who is sustained by the faith and belief. however, due to some mishaps in their early days. they've been cursed to be forgotten. i was heavily inspired by noragami in how yato struggled to be remembered by people around him to stop himself from fading out of existance. // angst, hurt - no comfort, chaptered fic.

in the sky, on the earth ( zhongli x reader ) ;

a oneshot ( a long long oneshot ) about zhongli meeting a khaenri'ahn doctor and falling in love. once more, we fall into angst territory because i like making people cry apparently. this is kind of based off of one of my oc's, one silentmoth and i keep yammering about ( we have pour own little found family scenario involved as well - it's fun kijhbgvbhnj ). // angst, hurt - comfort, eventual happy ending, oneshot.

the earth, encased ( zhongli x reader ) ;

this one is zhongli grappling on your mortality ( yay ) after a near death experience grants you a vision. and it's geo. and he's having a crisis. // angst, hurt - comfort, near character death, lots og hugs, oneshot.

sehnsucht, or the taste of longing ( diluc x reader ) ;

and old old concept i want to revisit. set during the three year period in which diluc was investigating the fatui, he poses as a fatui recruit and marries the reader, a snezhnyayan citizen and a double agent who works alongside him. its mostly marriage of convenience, blossoming feelings and diluc and the reader being sneaky sneaks while they fall in love. // angst, fluff, slightly domestic, arranged marriage. oneshot.

arare litus ( neuvillette x reader ) ;

a mermaid is washed ashore and nevullette finds kinship in them. but there are murders going on, the reader learns how to human ( very little mermaid esque ) and pretty soon the killer is kind of revealed to be an unexpected face. this fic took a darker turn when it was supposed to be fluffy. i had crys screaming in my dm's it was a doozy and i loved it XD. // fluff, smut, oneshot.

HONKAI : STAR RAIL —

and this all consuming hunger ( jing yuan x reader ) ;

a guideverse fic featuring a sentinel jing yuan and a guide reader. it touches on touchstarvation, mortality and loneliness and i lowkey a catharsis in a sense. it's very self indulgent, everyone is tired and needs a hug. // hurt - comfort, fluff, oneshot.

from a warm climate ( jing yuan x reader ) ;

a bit of an au fic with a small dash of ancient magus bride. jing yuan is a retired warrior and a pathstrider who works in a society where magic is urbanized yet practiced on the downlow. he finds the reader, a kinnara who was abducted by hunters and managed to escape badly wounded. they can't quite bounce just yet due to having their veena, a sentimental object and a source for their use of magic, taken away as well and seeks to find it out. jing yuan just accepts it lol. it's mostly domestic, with found family elements to it. // angst, fluff. hurt - comfort, found family, chaptered fic.

like real people do ( jing yuan x reader ) ;

kjhgfdcfvghj this is also a wip in my folders for a while now. but in short. the reader was once a follower of the abundance and now seeks to live a normal life post lan lux - arrowing their planet apart. contrasted with memory ! reader who wants ti keep living, this one wants to live a good life and die a peaceful death. the ending is flat out tragic. do not touch if you hate angst. // angst, hurt-comfort, no happy endings lol, still debating on chaptered or oneshot.

it will come back ( blade x reader ) ;

the premise is blade finding the reader who runs a clinic on a planet overrun by shady businesses and crime. their meet cute is basically them driving a scalpel into his medulla and killing him. blade in turn just...keeps coming back lol. i really need to stop wolfing on hozier songs for my titles but then again most of his tunes serve inspiration kjhbgvbnj. it might contain mature content. i'm still mulling over it. // slight yandere??? idk, violence, blade is a walking red flag and a sad sad man.

tagging — @crystalflygeo @perpetualcynicism @euniveve @moraxsthrone @masuchu @silentmoths @silkjade @thesparklingwriter

feel free to join in, whether you are tagged or not! thanks for giving me this chance!

#tag games ;

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flurry-of-stars · 1 month

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Pairing: Sigma x (Fem) Reader (Prequel oneshot for Dad Sigma AU)Genre: 18+, Mature content No Abilities AU, Sigma and the reader are engaged, pet names. Making out, oral (male receiving), masturbation (female), orgasm. Word count: 1.8k or so (A/N: When I say I love Sigma’s outfit/design for the Tokyo Tower event, I mean I am going feral.) Reblogs are appreciated <3

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ After another hectic day at the law firm where you worked, you arrive at your fiancé’s beloved casino to join him for the evening. Smoothing your messy hair back, you step into the establishment, a gust of chill air hitting you as you look around. The casino seemed to be bustling with activity today. You quickly noticed all the dealers had some form of red on their uniforms. Some had simple red ties or bows, while others had red vests and even red pants. You hum, working your way through the crowd. You gasp as you remember, ‘Right. Sigma was holding that fundraiser today. I guess he was so busy preparing for it, he forgot to tell me about the dress code.’ You giggle to yourself as you move towards the dealer table you knew you’d likely find him at. The V.I.P table. The moment you spot your fiancé, your heart leaps in your chest as you feel a gasp leaving your lip. He’s dressed elegantly in an embroidered dress shirt and sleek, black pants. Part of his hair is tied back into a bun but what catches your eye is that striking red tailcoat that whips around as he moves about his dear guests, making sure everyone is having a good time. Sigma’s usual tailcoat kept your eye due to how elegantly it swayed and how beautifully it sparkled under the bright casino lights. It was enchanting. Like looking into the blackened sky in the middle of the night to see millions of tiny flickering stars twinkling back at you. But this tailcoat was making a very familiar pool of heat form in your stomach. “Of course, I’ll get our wait staff to bring you another glass of rosé,” you hear his smooth, charming voice say as he speaks to one of his guests. “But perhaps you’d like to indulge tonight. We have a special menu, just for tonight’s fundraiser.” You bite your lip, trying to keep yourself under control as you walk closer to him. You let him finish with the guest before you speak up, “I’m back, dear.” Sigma looks up instantly, grey eyes filling with nothing but adoration and warmth, “Welcome home, cara mia.” He reaches towards you, taking hold of your hand. Lifting it to his lips, he places a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “How was work?” “Everything went fine. You know how it is, busy as usual,” you reply, lifting your hand to caress his cheek for just a moment before pulling away. You knew Sigma wasn’t one for massive displays of affection in front of his patrons, so you kept it brief. Especially so when you see that red tint to his cheeks appear. “I can see the fundraiser is going well. You should keep the red uniforms around.”

Sigma gives you a small smile as he tugs at the collar of his shirt, “Ah…this old thing…I couldn’t.” He shakes his head, his warm eyes never leaving you as he begins walking with you towards the bar, “This was made for me a few years ago for another event that we held here. I didn’t have plans to bring it out of storage but the staff agreed red would be the most eye-catching color we could wear.” He chuckles fondly as he speaks to the bartender, putting in the guest’s order, adding, “It brings back a lot of memories for me.” “Well I think it looks great on you,” you compliment him as you squirm in place. Your eyes scan his figure, noticing how well his outfit hugged his body before he looks down at you, his chuckle sounding more embarrassed now. “I think you’d say that even if all I was wearing was a potato sack and a biker helmet, cara mia,” he jokingly replies, before whispering a soft, “But thank you.” Silence falls over you both. You're just watching Sigma as he looks over at his casino, murmuring to himself as he looks at a few guests in particular, muttering about certain medical conditions and dietary requirements. Then, you finally speak up, “Actually love, can we talk in private?” He turns his gaze to you, raising a curious brow, “I know you need to be on the floor for the fundraiser but–” “Of course, love,” he instantly says, flashing an affectionate smile. “Why don’t we speak in my office? I’m sure no one will need me for a little while” You nod, letting Sigma guide you through the casino, upstairs towards his office. His tailcoat sways behind him almost hypnotically, beckoning you to follow him. Within just a few moments, he’s opening the door to his office, leading you in. “Ladies first.” You give him a sweet smile, stepping into his office first, Sigma right behind you. His hand reaches out to turn the light on as he asks, “So what did you need to–” The words remain unspoken as you suddenly push him against the closed door, causing Sigma to gasp in surprise, his head thrown back against the door. Your lips feverishly slam against his with a hunger. He groans in surprise, hands frozen for a fleeting second before they wrap around you tightly. A soft whimper escapes him as your tongue wastes no time slipping into his mouth, swirling around his.

You grip the fabric of that stunning red tailcoat tightly, pulling him tighter into you as you both grow breathless. A few moments later, you pull away, feeling dizzy and overcome with lust. Sigma’s grey eyes stare at you in surprise, but desire as you whisper, “Red is definitely your color, love.”

“C-cara mia,” he breathlessly whispers, your heavy breaths intermingling as your lips crash back against his suddenly. Your hands caress his chest, enjoying the sensation of the silky red fabric between your fingertips. Sigma, growing bolder, lifts his hand, grabbing the back of your head as he deepens the kiss.

His tongue fights yours for dominance. You pant and moan sinfully, hands swiftly moving down to his belt. But before you can go too far, Sigma grunts against your lips, pulling back. His face flushed red, lips wet and slightly parted, he manages to rasp, “W-we can’t…not now. I have the fundraiser and–” His slightly flushed cheeks grow darker. “I-I want to wait for our wedding night before going all the way, remember?” You whine a little, hands pausing on his belt. Your fingertips caress the leather softly before you whisper in a sweet, begging voice, “If not all the way, can I at least help you let off some steam?” Your hand dips down, caressing his already semi-hard bulge. His eyes twitch, half closing as he groans. “I…I guess I can’t go back out there like this,” he groans. Satisfaction and excitement run through your veins. You sink slowly onto your knees. Your hands grip his belt buckle, the metal clinking as you unbuckle it enough to slide his pants and underwear down. A wave of desire rushes through you as his cock springs up slightly to meet you, already semi-hard from your brief make-out session. “T-try not to make a mess this time dear,” he whispers, his voice low and hushed, but thick with desire. One of his hands moves to caress the top of your head. Your hands move down towards his erection, your fingertips brushing along it with a feather-light touch, causing him to groan, his head resting back against the door. “I’m not the one who creates the mess though, am I?” you purr as you gently wrap your hand around his girth, stroking softly to start. You look up, meeting Sigma’s gaze as he squints his eyes, panting softly through his gritted teeth. God, you already wanted to kiss him again.

“C-cara mia–” He gasps as he feels the little, playful lick you give his cock, your hand's gentle movements pulling his foreskin back to expose the head. He tilts his head back, groaning as he feels your lips wrapping around it, taking it into your mouth while your other hand keeps stroking his length. Swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, your free hand moves down, sliding between your skirt. With your fingertips rubbing against your moistening panties, you take him deeper into your mouth, moaning around him, sending delicious vibrations along his shaft, rewarding you with the loud, needy moan you were dying to hear. “S-sweetheart….d-darling….o-oh god,” you heard Sigma stutter shakily, his hand gripping your soft hair a little tighter as you move more eagerly now, your muffled sounds of pleasure not letting up, keeping those deep vibrations up. You grow more desperate as you rub sloppily at your wet cunt while taking his cock in your mouth. You know you’re doing well when you feel Sigma begin to thrust slightly into your mouth, fucking your mouth softly, his eyes closed as his expression is one of intoxicating pleasure. You match his thrusts, bobbing your head in rhythm, a few light grunts and gags escaping you as he ventures too deep from time to time, especially as his thrusts begin to grow rougher, faster. Your fingertips rub aggressively against your clit, your hips grinding into your touch as your heart thunders like a drum in your chest, your mind hazy and flooded with your growing arousal. Muffled, strangled moans escape you. Your fingers move with a desperate need. You’re getting close, so so close… You’re brought back to your fiancé as his thrusts grow more reckless, his other hand coming to grasp at your hair almost possessively as he holds you in place. You whimper and moan around his cock as you feel his thrusts faintly stuttering. He lets out a cry of pleasure as he pants and groans, falling into the depths of pleasure as he thrusts one more time, stilling as his cum spills into your mouth with a satisfied grunt. The moment you feel that warmth on your tongue, a choked moan escapes you as you reach your release as well, grinding aggressively against your hand for a few moments as waves of burning pleasure fire through your veins, leaving you a breathless, panting mess. Instinctively, you swallow his cum, swallowing around his girth at the same moment, earning one more pleased sigh of pleasure from Sigma. “M-my love,” he breathlessly pants. He slides back, freeing himself from your warm orifice as his eyes slowly open, gazing down at you. His panting, breathless bride-to-be. He smiles weakly at you, his hands moving from your hair to your hands to help you up. You stand on shaking legs as Sigma leans in, catching your lips in a searing, passionate kiss. You whimper against his lips as he kisses your swollen lips, his tongue running along them in a sensual, tender way before he pulls back. You breathe heavily together as his grey eyes gaze into yours, his voice whispering, “You are too good to me, cara mia…I owe you for this.” Swallowing weakly, you give him a small, playful smile, “Does that mean we can discuss making this your regular uniform~?” Chuckling softly, Sigma leans in, his nose rubbing against yours softly as he murmurs, “Cara mia, as much as I love you, I don’t think my guests would appreciate seeing you tackle me onto one of the dealer’s tables during opening hours~” You hum quietly, his words sparking a new, wonderful idea in your mind, along with some very tempting, dirty images.

#bsd imagines #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #bsd sigma x reader #bsd smut #x reader #Flurry-of-writing

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starry-hughes · 7 months

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better man

trevor zegras x reader

warnings: angst, cheating, trevor is a bad boyfriend, mentions of hookups, sadness

summary: even though trevor wasn't good for you, you can't help but miss him sometimes.

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Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I can feel you again. But I just miss you and I just wish you were a better man.

You knew you shouldn’t be missing him. Trevor came with a warning label. Whether it was his face being plastered around ESPN and video game covers or the numerous fans begging for an ounce of attention from him. Trevor didn’t know how to have a relationship or be tied down. He was young and cocky. You shouldn’t be missing him.

The streets of the small town you relocated to didn’t hold the same memories the Anaheim streets did. There was no hockey rink to kiss in the parking lot or a boardwalk to hold his hand on. There wasn’t a house where spaghetti sauce stained the wall from the one time he attempted to cook, which was the same house in which he and you screamed at one another.

Trevor was sure you would have stayed. Who would give up a life of riches and trips? Being his arm candy, going on nice trips across the country, meeting his equally famous friends, and spending the summer in nice lake houses. He was an NHL player for crying out loud, but he had wandering eyes. You couldn’t stay with someone with wandering eyes. Despite his lovers across the country, girls he’d hooked up with while on road trips, despite coming home with fading hickeys, and despite the clothes of the other girls in his suitcase, he didn’t think you’d ever leave.

He didn’t know why, but even with his infidelity, he really thought you would stay. He thought you would continue to look the other way but you couldn’t anymore. You couldn’t allow yourself to be treated like that again, the looks of pity from his friends every time you knew Trevor was cheating.

Even with him cheating on you for almost your whole relationship, you missed him sometimes. It could be a whiff of his cologne that was still imprinted on some of your clothes or pictures you found hidden away. Or when you were channel surfing and accidentally stumbled upon a hockey game. It didn’t even have to be the Ducks, it could have been two other teams, but you always thought of Trevor.

Trevor didn’t think much of you except when someone directly brought you up. He’d be at home for a small trip, while the team was playing Buffalo. “How is (Y/N)?” His mom would ask, “Have you heard from her?”

“No, mom, I haven’t heard from her.”

If only his mother was aware of how bad of a man Trevor was.

You didn’t mean to work late, so late that the sky had grown dark and the clock ticked by. You locked up the office as your coat was draped over your arm and your bag on your shoulder. The studio apartment you inhabited was only a short walk from your office. You passed by one of the sports bars, the large TVs so bright inside that they illuminated your face. It didn’t occur to you that the new season had started. The last hockey game you watched was in March. Sitting next to Jamie in the stands, watching as the Ducks lost to Vancouver. Jamie, on occasion, would hint at the fact that Trevor wasn’t a good boyfriend. Asking leading questions, seeing if you knew what Trevor was doing when you weren’t around. The last game you attended, you had watched as Trevor flashed smiles at fans, eyes lingering on pretty girls during warmups, whispering something to Mason every once in a while.

As you passed by the sports bar, you saw one of the TV screens showing an Anaheim Ducks game. Suddenly, your eyes filled with tears and you were quick to rush away from the sports bar, no longer having an appetite for food.

The weeks dragged on, and your sighting of Trevor on a TV was forgotten. You’d even gone out on a date since then. But for some reason, you wanted to enter the restaurant and see Trevor at the table. Your wine tasted sour the whole night when it wasn’t Trevor sitting there across from you.

You decided that something was wrong with you. How could you miss Trevor? Trevor wasn’t good to you. He cheated, he smirked every time you stayed, he talked down to you. He was poison, slowly killing you. Poison can be addicting.

Showing up to family holiday events without Trevor this year was embarrassing. Admitting it didn’t work out to your snobby cousin was humbling. You hated it but you also hated Trevor. You’d return to your apartment, containers of food from dinner before climbing into your bed for one.

Trevor didn’t exactly reciprocate the feelings of missing you. But sometimes, he’d be in the middle of hooking up with someone else, and he’d think of you. Just a flash of you, a memory of you kissing his neck. Sometimes he’d wake up for practice and miss the smoothies you had prepared for him every morning. Other times, a part of him would grow sad when he’d get home from a long road trip to an empty house, you weren’t there to light candles and greet him, welcoming him with opening arms.

Laying away and staring at the ceiling of your apartment in the middle of the night. You felt like you were going crazy, swearing that you felt the presence of someone lying next to you in bed. You swore you could even smell Trevor’s shampoo for a split second. You looked over and grew sad when he wasn’t really there. How could you miss someone who needed to be a better man?

Miles and states away, Trevor lay in a hotel bed, drowning out the sound of Mason snoring in the other bed. Overwhelmed with a sense of sadness. He didn’t have a right to miss you, not after everything he did to you.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I can feel you again. But I just miss you and I just wish you were a better man.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey imagine #hockey fic #trevor zegras blurb #anaheim ducks imagine

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katnisspeetaprim · 11 months

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Bully Part.1

Bang Chan/Reader, Platonic!Felix/Reader

Summary: You loved your life and career, but the new stylist at JYP brings up some memories you would rather forget.

Warnings: angst, bullying, panic attacks, crying, arguments, flinching during argument.

Word Count: 2481 M.list

Your life was pretty much perfect at this moment in time, at least according to yourself. You had your own house and car, even landed your dream job which you had spent years studying and apprenticing for.

The day you became one of the head stylists at JYP, was one of the best days of your life, having worked you way up from lowly intern. You mainly worked with the Twice girls these days, but you originally started out with Stray Kids, which is how you met Chan.

The two of you immediately hit it off, quickly realising that there was something more than friendship going on. The two of you dated secretly for quite a while, but as soon as the dating ban was removed from their contracts, you both went straight to JYP, thinking it would be better to be truthful in the long run.

The older man looked at the two of you like a disappointed father looking down at his children, who had been caught doing something naughty. JYP was understandably upset that the two of you were dating but he wasn’t about to stop you, especially since you’ve already proved you can work without distraction.

Romance between idols and the staff wasn’t banned after all, just strongly discouraged.

It was after going public with the relationship did you think it would be better to move to one of the other groups style teams, this way you could both avoid unsavoury rumours floating around, but also prove that you could still maintain a professional relationship whilst at work. This is how you came to be a head stylist for Twice.

Your departure from the Stray Kids team had left your position open, and tis is what lead to your current predicament......

It had been a few weeks since your move, so you and Chan would usually be waiting a little while for the other to finish for the day, since your rode home together. Today though, you had been waiting for nearly an hour for him in the parking lot. Annoyed by his lateness, you shot off a text to him. Within moments, you got a reply.

You groaned in annoyance. You had no problem with him going out, but a heads up would have been nice. In all honesty, you’d been so busy recently, you’d forgotten that they’d already hired your replacement. At least you were the one to drive that morning so you weren’t stranded.

Just as you were about to start the car, a knock on your window startled you. You looked over to see the smiling faces of Momo and Jeongyeon. You rolled down your window with a smile.

‘Y/N! We thought it was your car. You left over and hour ago, why are you still here?’

‘Oh, I was waiting for Chan, but I forgot that he had plans tonight.’ You explained sheepishly, feeling only a little embarrassed that you’d waited over an hour for a guy. Momo and Jeongyeon shared a look.

‘Well we were planning on getting food together. If you’re free, why don’t you join us?’

‘Why not?’ You found yourself smiling as you exited the car. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d hung out with the girls outside of work, so at least you knew you would still have a good night, with or without Chan.

It was late when you got home. Knowing you had to be up early the next morning, you wanted to get in bed asap.

When you opened the door, you were surprised to find all the lights off and the home eerily quiet. You were confused as you toed off your shoes. Chan wasn’t usually one to sleep early but just in case, you tip toed to the bedroom to check on him, only to find it empty.

You tried to stay calm, but worry began to wash through you. It wasn’t like Chan to stay out this late and not even send so much as a text. You pulled out your phone and hit the call button, your anxiety only sky rocketing when he didn’t answer. Finally, on the fourth call did he answer you.

‘Chan!’

‘Babe! We’re gonna be late! Don’t wait up!’ ‘click’ You stared at your phone in disbelief. There was loud music and shouting in the background so he was obviously out at some kind of club. Sigh. At least you knew he was safe...

When you awoke the next morning, you rolled over, only to collide with a fully clothed Chan. He was laid out on his back, on top of the sheets and still in his clothes from the night before.

Now Chan doesn’t drink so you knew he wasn’t hungover, but if he got in and just flopped down in bed, then it must have been late or early. Your alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so you quickly reached for it and turned off your 6am alarm, not wanting to wake him just yet.

‘You worried me last night.’ You whispered to yourself and gently stroked his hair, causing him to stir slightly. Not wanting to wake him, you pulled away and got up.

Just as you were getting on your shoes to leave, Chan wondered into the main room, rubbing the sleep from his tired eyes.

‘Hey, if you wanted a lift you should get dressed, we’ll be late otherwise.’ You were a little annoyed at his tardiness, but decided it could wait till later.

‘I don’t ned to be in till later. I might go sleep a while longer.’ He was almost falling asleep at the kitchen counter. Cute. You smiled and strolled over to him.

‘Did you have a good time last night?’ You stroked across his broad shoulders as he hunched over the table. ‘With the new stylist?’ He perked up at the mention of the new staff member.

‘Oh she’s great! If you’re free today at some point, you should come by and I’ll introduce you! I think you’ll get on great!’ You laughed at his enthusiasm, glad that JYP had hired friendly staff.

‘I’m glad! And I’ll definitely make time to come by, but now I really have to go.’ You leaned down and kissed him goodbye. ‘I’ll see you later, love you!’

You’d had a particularly busy day, what with the new Twice comeback happening soon, you didn’t get to visit the Stray Kids studio till late in the day.

When you entered the room, the first person to notice you was Han.

‘Noona!’ He yelled, causing the other boys heads to shoot up.

‘Hi guys!’ They all ran up to you, hugging you in greeting. You didn’t get to see the guys that much these days, only getting updates from Chan, so this was a real treat to see them all again.

‘Alright boys, calm down.’ You giggled.

‘Y/N, I didn’t think you were going to show up.’ Chan pushed through the rowdy boys and hugged you.

‘I said I’d be here, didn’t I?’

‘Come on, I’ll introduce you.’

‘Oh are you here to meet Jia-noona?’ Hyunjin asked with a smile. A chorus of compliments for the woman came from all the boys as Chan lead you across the room.

‘Jia! Meet my girlfriend Y/N!’ When the woman stood and spun round, your breath hitched in your throat and you suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. Stood in front of you was Park Jia, the girl who had made your whole school life miserable. She had been the typical mean girl, while you were more of a hermit, preferring to keep yourself to yourself. Naturally she saw you as easy target and basically tortured you daily.

‘Y/N, nice to meet you! Chan’s told me so much about you already!’ She reached out her perfectly manicured hand for you to shake. You couldn’t stop yourself from flinching when she reached out for you, casing Chan to look over to you, shocked by your actions. Your mouth was so dry you couldn’t speak. She didn’t recognise you. After the hell she put you through, how could she not recognise you!?

Now you definitely changed a lot since your school years, but did your life really mean so little to this woman that she’d forgotten you?

‘Y/N? You ok?’ Chan suddenly called out, gently stroking your back and bringing you back to reality. ‘You spaced out there.’

‘Um yeah uh-umm yeah sorry. I-I have to go.’ You stuttered, not knowing what to do but knowing that you couldn’t stay in that room any longer. You basically pushed your way out of the room, running down the hallway, all while trying to not have a panic attack.

Back in the room, everyone stood with confused faces.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ Jia asked Chan with a frown, his eyebrows furrowed.

‘No. No. Y/N can just be a little weird sometimes.’ Chan’s answer caused the other SKZ members to cast questioning looks to each other. They may not see you as much as they used to, but during your time with them you had all gotten pretty close. None of them had every seen you react to a situation quite like you had just done.

‘Are you sure she’s ok? She seemed upset..’ Felix asked, concerned for you.

‘I hope I didn’t do anything to upset her.’ Jia’s sickeningly sweet voice floated across the room.

‘Nah she’s just emotional, her period is probably coming. I’ll deal with it later.’ Felix frowned deeply at his leader. Why was Chan dismissing you like that when something had clearly upset you.

Whilst everyone was distracted by Jia, Felix silently slipped out of the room and went to find you.

He found you, sitting alone in a small office, quietly sobbing to yourself.

‘Y/N!’ He rushed over to you and put his arm around your shoulders. In an attempt to hide your tears, you wiped at your face to no avail.

‘Felix. Is everything ok?’ He looked at you quizzically.

‘I should be asking you that! You ran out of the room!’ You looked down in defeat, knowing you couldn’t keep this from your friend.

‘I couldn’t stay in there one second longer because of her.’ You said with shaky breath.

‘Yeah I gathered that.’ Felix let out a humourless chuckle. ‘But why though?’ He pressed you for an answer. You looked up to him with sad eyes, before taking a deep breath.

‘She bullied me in school.’ Felix’ face morphed into shock, but he let you continue speaking.

‘But it wasn’t normal bullying. She and her minions would do awful things to me, make me do things... And I thought I was free when I left for college.’ You started sobbing again as you explained, unable to hold back the tears any longer. Felix swallowed a lump in his throat, but he had to ask.

‘What do you mean, not normal bullying? What did they make you do?’ You looked down and shook your head vigorously. You weren’t ready to talk and Felix wasn’t going to force you.

‘I don’t know what to do. Coming to work everyday knowing she’s here, and Chan seems to love her...’ Felix winced at your words. You weren’t wrong about that, the guy seemed smitten with her. He wasn’t even going to tell you how Chan spoke about you once you left the room.

‘He needs to know Y/N. We can tell him together and he’ll speak to the company. JYP will back you I know it.’ You licked your dry lips and nodded.

‘I’ll tell him at home. I just need to think about what to say.’ You sniffled.

‘You sure you don’t need me there with you?’ You nodded with a sniff. Felix nodded and pulled you into a tight hug.

‘I’m here if you need me.’ You were grateful to have such a caring friend like Felix.

‘You should get back.’ You nudged him away lightly. He sighed, not really wanting to leave you alone, but knowing you were right.

‘Ok, but remember what I said.’

Just as your day was ending, you spotted Chan walking towards you from down the hall. Your smile faltered a little when you noticed the expression on his face. He didn’t look happy.

‘Hey. You ready to go?’ You asked nervously as he all but bumped your shoulder as he passed.

‘I got a lift in so you need to drive.’ Is all he said to you, no ounce of warmth in his voice after the long day. You stared after him, mouth agape and not believing how he just brushed you off like that. When you caught up to him, he was already standing by your car and he was practically dripping with irritation.

‘Hurry up.’ He spat. Without a word, you unlocked the car and got in, followed by the slam of the door as he did the same.

‘What are you waiting for? He groaned when you just sat there.

‘Why are you treating me like this?’ You mumbled, eyes cast down.

‘Why do you think?’ Chan scoffed. You didn’t answer, but looked at him with sad eyes.

‘You fucking embarrassed me today Y/N! Acting like that with Jia? Unbelievable.’ He exploded on you, hitting the dashboard hard with his hand. You stared at him, shocked at his outburst.

‘Do you have nothing to say for yourself?’ You flinched away at his harsh words and honestly you were a little scared after he hit the dash. You knew Chan would never lay a finger on you in that way, but right now, this didn’t seem like the man you fell in love with...

‘I didn’t act like that for no reason...’ You trailed off, not really in the mood to talk anymore.

‘You know what? I’m gonna stay at the dorms tonight. I can’t be around you right now.’ And with that he was gone, once again slamming your poor car door.

‘Wait...’ You tried meekly, but it was too late. You broke down for the second time that day.

You remembered Felix’ words from earlier and not feeling good about being alone, you text him.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he agreed to meet you, but the relief was short lived when your phone pinged once again. It was Chan and your heart absolutely shattered when you saw his messages.

You locked your phone and threw in in the backseat. You knew you should have just ignored his messages and give him a chance to calm down, but you felt your blood boil when he defended her again.

The phone was vibrating continuously behind you. Probably Chan trying to call you to chastise you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look.

Even after all these years, why was she still ruining your life...?

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weepinwriter · 6 months

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"Behind those glares, I sense the weight of my misdeeds. Does my reflection in your eyes carry the burden of our unspoken discord?"

Name : Twenty

Age : They are in their mid twenties

Height : 5’6

Appearance : Twenty stands at 5’6” with elegant, beautiful features contrasting their hatred for you. They possess pale, silken white hair and crystalline eyes, with female Twenty having icy sky-blue eyes and male Twenty having fiery pinkish-red eyes. Female Twenty has longer hair that spills down her back, somehow kept meticulously straight despite her living conditions. Male Twenty has spikier hair trailing just past his nape often tied back in a half-ponytail.

Personality : Twenty is rather best described as timid but blunt. They're often honest, unfiltered and sarcastic, something people don't particularly like about them, but hey, they could care less if the whole world hated them, because they hate it just the same. They're often seen as narcissistic and petty, to the exact point that you can describe as a god complex. They hate being inferior and they hate it when they’re looked down upon or insulted despite them doing the same. Often described as an egomaniac, as stated above they have a deep hatred for being inferior so most of the time they’re manipulative and would occasionally bring people who make them feel inferior down, just so they can show that they are better or that they’re, in any way, superior. Don't get me wrong, Twenty is mature enough to not just fight with random people they don't like, but they’ll be judging them, ridiculing them from afar, or hell even making their life hell if they wanted. But despite that they're calm and collected most of the time, they'll only do so if they're provoked or feel threatened.

Background : The Subject’s traces can be found way back in the Libra District, where they resided in one of the more impoverished sectors. Subject has had a history of gang violence and been arrested multiple times on charges of scams and robbery. Not much is known about their background other than the fact that they have siblings stationed in the [DATA REDACTED] District. The Subject was sentenced to life in prison to Tartarus for allegedly conspiring with the terrorists responsible for the Infinity Plaza Terror attack five years ago.

Likes : Eye pleasing visuals, literature, good food (not the trash they're served in Tartarus), their self care routine

Dislikes : The scent of blood, overly curious people, irrational people, those who think they're better than them, the shitty canteen dog food (as they call it)

Pet peeves : gets annoyed by repetitive noises e.g. tapping or own clicking, when people eat with their mouths wide open

Trivia :

they have hyperthymesia or highly superior autobiographical memory (HSAM), a condition where one can remember even the smallest of life experiences in vivid detail

a slow eater; they like to savor their food so it usually takes like thirty minutes to get a simple meal for themself done.

sleepwalks a lot, can be found sitting by the edge of a balcony while asleep or by the canteens door, much to the night staffs dismay

is a firm believer of rock, paper, scissors. has never lost a game of rock paper scissors in their life

#interactive fiction #if game #current wip #road to heaven if #asks #interactive game #ro's #dystopia #ro twenty

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bullet-prooflove · 7 days

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Good Morning: Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life@danzer8705@mysoulisasunflower@msjava1972@adaydreamaway08

It’s late in the morning when you wake up, you reach out across the sheets your hand coming to rest on the empty space beside you. It’s cold to the touch, Riz had been up at least a couple of hours. He’s left you to sleep in late after your gig last night. There’s been a lot more of them since that video went viral. You stick to small, intimate venues, the kind of places you can connect with the audience.

It’s the scent of fresh coffee that leads you to the kitchen, the French press is already filled and ready to decant. The back door is open, a warm breeze flowing through the room as you pad through it wearing nothing but one of Riz’s t-shirts. You decant the coffee into two mugs before stepping outside onto your back porch.

It's the view that always strikes you, cloudless blue sky, the mountains silhouetted in the faraway distance across the desert landscape. Riz had selected the perfect place to build a home for the two of you. The warm, natural pond close by, the stunning scenery. He’s created a place surrounded by your fondest memories, a utopia of peace and beauty.

He’s chopping wood when you step outside, his hair tied back into a tiny bun. He’s gained a few grey hairs since you’ve met, he jokes that it’s due to keeping up with you. He’s wearing weathered Levi’s with a blue flannel shirt that’s thrown over a navy V-neck. You watch appreciatively as he swings the axe, splintering the wood.

You don’t know what it is about seeing him like this, but it does something to you…

He knows it too; you can see it in the way he smiles when he looks up at you. Christ, that smile lights up your entire world. He sets the axe against the tree stump before pulling off his gloves and tossing them on top of it. He takes the mug of coffee from your hand before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips, it’s heated and tender, sending a rush of exhilaration all the way down to your core.

“Good morning.” He murmurs, his body pressing along the length of yours as he cages you in against the door frame.

“Hm, it is.” You smile, giving him that look.

“Oh Songbird,” he murmurs, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. “Did I not give my girl enough last night?”

It had been too hurried, a quick encounter in the bathroom of the bar you played a gig in. You’d been wearing that black silk dress, high off the adrenaline of performing, your eyes had been bright, skin flushed. He’d fucked you on the vanity, his jeans shoved down past his hips, the silk brushing across his thighs as he kissed you into oblivion.

“I could always do with a little more.” You whisper as his fingertips tease along the buttons of the shirt, undoing them one by one.

“You’re insatiable.” He teases before tilting his head towards the interior of the house. “Let me take you back to bed, give you the wake up call you should have had.”

Riz takes his time with you. It’s soft and playful, little nips across your skin, teasing kisses, gentle caresses. His fingertips chase over your bare flesh, mapping out all those deviant little places that make you say his name. He smiles as he enters you, filling you slowly before he withdraws and starts all over again. He doesn’t believe in edging, it’s not your dynamic, he gives his girl what she needs, when she needs it. He would never deny you anything.

Your relationship has always been about intimacy, about being connected. When Riz looks into your eyes he sees his entire world, his entire reason for being. When you come, you take him with you. He groans your name into the hollow of your throat as he spills his release inside you.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” He murmurs, his palms ghosting along the curve of your spine as he looks up at you.

“You say that everytime.” You laugh, your head tipping back as he leaves a trail of heated kisses along the line of your jaw.

“I mean it.” He says, guiding your mouth back to his. “I always mean it.”

Love Riz? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

#michael riz ariza #michael riz ariza x reader #riz mayans #michael ariza x reader #micahel ariza #michael ariza #riz ariza x reader #riz ariza #mayans #mayans fx #mayans imagine #mayans mc

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anamelessfool · 2 months

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1974

Thinking about former Boy Scout Primo taking his kid brothers out for a camping night. He plans it all for two weeks, mapping out the campsite location, distributing supplies to packs so his brothers don't get overwhelmed by weight. He loved camping and orienteering, but as the official Fat Kid of the troop he didn't have the best experience possible. He had always suspected he would have a better time if his companions were brothers. He had wanted brothers his whole childhood. He's 21 now and back at the Ministry. These brothers are significantly younger than him, yes. But now he has a little troop of his own.

Terzo gets lost basically immediately. Primo and Secondo spend most of the afternoon tracking him down. Firstly because a nine year old shouldn't be alone in the woods and secondly because he is carrying most of their food. At last Terzo jumps on them from the shrubs in excitement, a huge grin on his face, shoes tied around his neck and a new massive collection of brass shotgun shells in his hands. A few of them eventually go into his secret cigar box of trinkets.

They arrive finally at the overlook, the fabled camping spot. Terzo spends his time gathering sticks and throwing choice ones off the cliff, laughing as they fall a hundred feet to the ground below. Secondo idly watches Primo untangle the tent and struggle to set it up himself. The oldest chatters enthusiastically about some fond memory or life lesson or something equally only interesting to himself.

Secondo, as prissy and sheltered about nature as a housecat, hates every moment of the experience until nightfall when Primo builds them a little fire. He methodically throws things into the flames, hypnotized by how the fire curls and consumes all. At last the clouds clear, the stars come out and the twelve-year old scans the sky. "That's Cygnus," he says. "And the star Deneb."

"Oh, you know constellations!" Primo grins, leaning closer. Terzo stares up into the stars and yells every time he sees the brilliant slash of a falling meteor streak the sky. The Persieds are falling, like they do each year. And finally Primo lives somewhere where he can actually see them.

"I have to," Secondo says flatly. As much as he hates now being demoted to middle brother, he can't help but feel a smug satisfaction from Primo's enthusiasm. "And over there is Vega, from the Lyre. And Altair. In Aquila."

Primo bites his lip, eagerly searching for the correct bright specks. In any other adult the expression would be patronizing. But Primo truly is fascinated by it all. "Oh, does Secondo want to be a sailor?" He teases.

"No. A magician."

"Maestro Secondo, eh?" Primo grins in the dark. Beside them both, Terzo struggles to eat a flaming marshmallow off a stick and through some secret sixth sense Primo catches him before the molten sugar does. "Hey! Give it a second, damn!" He returns to the stars. "You've got a way to go. I don't think any magicians are under thirty. Most of them nearly forty."

"And there is Cassiopeia, the big W." Secondo continues without batting an eye. "One can become a Sibling at sixteen. I will start my training then."

"Wow, already got your life organized, huh," Primo replies. "I was a dishwasher at sixteen."

"And I'll be Papa Emeritus by thirty-five."

"That's a whole lot of work." Primo sighs good-naturedly, but Secondo can feel the chiding behind it. And the boy absolutely seethes from it. The stars are organized. Why not everything else?

"I can handle it," he scoffs.

My Fic List | I like writing sibling drama mostly...

#ghost band headcanons #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus i #domestic fluff #the band ghost

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witchofthesouls · 9 months

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I've had prime predacons on the brain, do they have mating habits? Do they lay eggs? Since predaking is the leader of the last 3 predacons does that mean he gets first dibs if a lady dragon/predacon shows up or would it be a battle of suitors? Do predacons make good parents even with the fact they're technically clones and only have vague genetic memories of their culture to pass on?

I got sooooooo many thoughts about Predacons and their influence on Cybertron's modern-day frame-schematics, especially with that throw-away line about Seekers. Like I'm running away with it~!! 🏃‍♀️

Seekerkin can trace their frame and coding quirks back to the Predacon species that delved into the Rust Sea. Unlike their exclusive land and air kith, the sea hunters were able to escape the catastrophic radiation by diving down into the depths.

These particular subspecies of Predacon passed many traits to their descendants, including but not limited to: the sexual dimorphism of larger, powerful femmes to agile, brightly-colored mechs, the trine-protocols and flocking mechanisms, multiples in carriage, prey-drives, and superior senses akin to beastformers and mechanimals.

The Wilder tribes still use vocalizations and have behaviors that can be traced back to their ancient kin and kith via oral traditions from Keepers. This leads to a lot of tension with the Seekerkin city-states that try to erase and rewrite the history of their frames.

While Vos is framed for their trine-protocols and being a strange breed of aerials onto itself, Praxus refined the hunting tactics and flocking behavior, and Polyhex's wetlands and underground labyrinths kept polished the traits that made them formidable sea predators.

The Predacons eschewed Prima's Call and his Guiding Hand for the established city-states to remain in the Wilds. Capable of speech and sharp intelligence, Predaking's kith were the apex predators of the sky, hunting down others for food, and were terrors to the young mecha prior to T-cogs.

This is due to claims of superiority. Unlike the other frames, they didn't require the immediate protection of the Primes. On top of their massive size and strength, flight and fire capabilities, advanced nanite colonies, thick armor, and heightened senses, the Predacons have a very unique quirk: collective unconscious.

Predacons are proud of their closeness to nature and beastly frames. In their opinion, they are the second closest to Primus, outside of the Thirteen, because of it. "A gift," they decree, by the Creator to give them such wild frames suited to the planet with the capabilities to shape it.

In the oral traditions of the Wilders, it's said some of their ancient kith could bend "cold fire" aka lightning. And that's why certain landmarks in the Wastelands still stand in defiance of Time and Prima's "Forceful" Hand. It was also said that they often crossed with "the Shadow of the Light" and the "Lord of Beasts."

Out of all the Primes, they respect the inescapable strength and spirit of Megatronus, Solus' forging and might, and Onyx for his understanding of their kind as he, too, ventured to the edges of extremes. "Lord of Beasts," indeed. They are creatures suited to an untamed Cybertron.

The social structures of the land hunters are very loose and minimal. Adults are mainly solitary creatures with exceptions to mating season, child-rearing, and seasonal gatherings to collectively mine volcanoes for minerals and guide massive storms to ignite new Energon nodes- preparations for the lean portion of the vorn.

The sea hunters are smaller and slimmer than their land-counterparts, so they have strong social ties of multiple generations to maximize the survival of their young, resource efficiency, and hunting tactics.

The mating behaviors of Predacons differ by their type, but there are similarities. Do they do not feel shame over cycles; heats and ruts are simply a fact of life. Much like beastformers, Predacons have reproductive heats.

There's courting gifts of fresh kills, raw ores, and chunks of minerals as well as showing off skills.

If there's an uncourted or unclaimed female in heat, then a Dance or a Mating Hunt will occur after competition has been bullied to back down. Females in heat are highly temperamental and incredibly aggressive, so those who wish to remain single and unmated would either cripple or kill persistent hunters.

Among the sea hunters, males show off their bright colors and hues to demonstrate health and virility as well as attempt to groom or nuzzle a female of a different pod/flock. It's common for a binary or triad of males to mate-nap a female from elsewhere: proving their tactics against her and her extended kin.

Whereas the males of the land hunters will show off strength by battling other males in the vicinity to prove their worthiness among his nearby neighbors before battling her for breeding rights.

If a female Predacon (or Seekerkin) was discovered, then Predaking would bully the other males to establish dominance before stepping up to plate to fight her.

Child-rearing is a shared responsibility. Nest building and bulking it with supplies. Keeping out intruders since baby Predacons cannot properly fly until they reach near mechling stage (adolescence).

Males can't produce sparkling-grade, so females are stuck in the nest until the newsparks gain their sight and actually climb out.

Mechs do help with a special tank in their frames that reguitates a melted slag of nutrients that helps boost the newsparks' systems.

Once the sparklings can eat more solid, the sire and carrier will take turns hunting and caring the nest.

Sea hunters have an easier time as child-rearing is more communal. Newsparks and sparklings are defended and supported by well-established adults guarding the shallow nursery reef, while hunters support the pod with an influx of food.

#ask #transformers #transformers prime #mating behavior #bitlets #tfp #predaking #sparklings #cybertronian biology #cybertronian culture #prima #megatronus prime #onyx prime #maccadam #tf headcanons #my writing #predacons fucking hated prima and passed it on to their Seeker descendants

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axyer · 4 months

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Imminent Sunrise

Lost at Sea (CCCC AU) story, seventeen-hundred and twenty-one (1.721) words

A simple no stakes fluff fic where Heart and Mind talk on a rooftop and Soul stops by to reminisce.

WARNING: Canon-divergence up ahead!

(Read it on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/53570137)

“(Where do we go when we die?)”

A soft layer of a muted magenta hued the horizon.

A duo of unsightly beings seated themselves at the oak brim of a tall building, tired eyes swallowing the large sight of extending ocean.

“[I feel like you ask me this at least three times every month.]”

Consumed cans of strong beverages lay awkwardly compressed, if not slightly destroyed, occasionally set into a roll by the seaside wind.

Cool dew began to appear on neighbouring plant life; quiet water sifted and shuffled atop itself and crumpled at the shore, far below their point in the sky.

“(Yeah, but I mean… Have we ever came to a solid conclusion?)” Heart asked, finger wrapped around the open side of another can. “(Reincarnation, afterlife, oblivion… do we really know, mate?)”

“[We don't, there. Will that put you to rest?]” The robotic id ruffled the other’s fluffy violet hair.

The Sun at once begun to march up the quiet distance.

A dangling blue light hung from Mind’s esca; a luminescent white eye watching.

“(I don't think so. Sometimes I wonder if you and me have had lots of previous lives, each where we were strange, out-of-place beings with no ties to the nature of this world. Or sometimes I wonder if we’re both angels, anchored to this reality without a trace of our memories until we can prove ourselves…)”

“[…Or maybe we’re just really strange animals that bear no difference to the fauna among us, and we just put ourselves on a pedestal for being supernatural.]”

Mind swallowed a sip of hardy flavour; a fine twinge of pine-like water added to his mouth.

“(You’re boring, you know that?)” Heart said, shoving his brother.

“[Watch it, I wouldn't survive a fall at this height.]” Mind smirked, steadying himself.

The waking cries of gulls had sliced through the otherwise silent morning, daybreak crossing the brightening sky.

“(Soul says when we die, we go to Heaven. What do you imagine Heaven is like? There, that should be easier.)”

“[Well… I like the thought that we would be happy. And anyone we’ve loved will be there, and if we don't love them anymore, we can love them again. All those friends we never got to see again… All of those faces we saw a final time… All of those passerby aquaintances… We’re in a state where everyone loves each other.]”

“(How boring. I like the thought that we fight until only one of us remains, and then that person gets to make the next sentient planet.)”

“[Gee, someone’s got an imagination.]”

Soft feathery appendages shifted and contorted into a fine stretch, several tiny crackles clicking from each as they lengthened.

Long violet feathers stretched from the id’s rear; swaying across the wooden rooftop.

“(Okay, but in all honesty… I think when we die, if there’s a Heaven at all, I like to think we’ll live our best lives. If you've always wanted to be a bird, congrats! You're a bird now, but you've got all the advantages of being a human that you liked. Have you always wanted to live at a waterpark? Well good news Thomas Ralph the IV, now you have a waterpark all to yourself that grows forever.)”

“[But why are we even alive then? Why would we want to exist when we could just die and then live happily forever? Seems like give or take eighty years of ‘meh’ and then forever of wonders seems pointless, don't you think?]”

“(Maybe… Maybe we only get a free trial, until the world has ended.)”

Croaks and groans of feet hitting stairs sauntered up the entrance to the hangout area.

The two ids suddenly bore a frantic expression as they scrambled to gather each can and collect them into a decently neat, insidious pile.

“{Did you two stay up again…?}” Soul said, creaky hands washing the sand from his eyes.

“[Yes.]”

“(No.)”

Trailing towards his two beloved parasites, the Host deposited his form into a comfortable slouch, and snatched a can for himself before taking a greedy string of gulps.

“{Ugh, you two brought the weak stuff.}”

“[It makes my head hurt…]”

“{Can’t believe you two came from me.}” Soul tossed the can from his palm to a long plummet down to the sand. “{…I'll clean that up tomorrow.}”

“[You’d better! Did you know fish and seagulls can get their heads stuck in those?]”

“(It’s true! I had to rescue a good few of them!)”

Soul chuckled.

“{For being such little menaces, you two really do care about everything around you…}” He spoke, words like tepid frost, both hands offering firm, soothing scritches into their hair.

“(Well, our time on this Earth is limited. Why not put what we have to good use?)”

“[We don't belong here… we weren't invited. I think it's only fair we help a tad with the housekeeping.]”

With a violet and indigo form leaning on oppositional sides of him, Soul stared out into the approaching dawn.

Their tall, birch home towered into the cold sky; a tiny island among a limitless sea.

Just little visitors in the vastness of this world. Imagine that: These little parasites are just a glimpse into the possibility of what can and can't happen.

Soul remembers the good old days, just when the two were little kids; they were no ordinary children, of course, but it brought a certain charm.

He’d just found refuge from a dark family life, and out split from him were two small souls; one hued purple, the other hued blue.

They had no mouths, but had a lot to say alright; those things sure loved to whimper and whine.

He wasn't even sure if they realised they got all their food from Soul eating overtime; he’d have to grab a lot more bites than usual to sustain them, but it was worth it for their elated faces.

“Oh!” Cameron said, a happy gaze settled on the little page scrunched between two small paws. “What is this?”

“…!” The idfant whined.

“Is it a dragon…?” He cocked his head, an awkward smile lapping at his lips.

The idfant only stared back.

“Or is it… a crocodile?”

Its face lightened.

“A saltwater croc? The one you see on those little shows you like?”

Suddenly, it was bouncing and whimpering with ecstasy.

“Oh, you did such a good job!” It didn't really. He could barely tell what was its mouth and what was its claws.

But everyone starts somewhere, don't they?

As the two idiots melted into his arms, Soul’s eyes settled on a peaceful, sleepy expression.

He didn't expect to become symbiotic in his lifetime, no-less with these two. But he’s sure happy that he got to be the one selected to be a Host.

“What are you building there, little tuna fish?” Cameron smiled, knees bent beside the indigo idfant.

“…” He removed his hand’s position on a brick, then positioning them on a stack of Legos, bundling the flimsy blocks into his palms and propping them to meet Cameron’s eyes.

“Oh!” Cameron’s hands made a rapid series of collisions. “You did that all by yourself?”

“!” Mind nodded hastily, struggling to hold his excitement within his little body.

“I’m so proud of you,” Cameron grinned, giving his hair a firm, delightful ruffle. “I could personally never get into Legos… I never quite had the attention span. But I assume for someone like you, who loves all things logical and analytical, building things that require such attention-to-detail and intricate focus must be very relaxing, yeah?”

From the looks of it, Mind just ignored everything he said.

“Heh… too many big words?”

He seemed to have appreciated the love in his Host’s voice nonetheless.

“I love you. I’ll be sure to buy you lots of Legos this Easter, alright?”

The reminiscing that poured out of him rocked to a sudden standstill as Soul felt his two ids form strokes of heavy breaths at his sides, and Soul made a little smirk.

“{Tired?}”

“(Mmm…)”

“[Kkkkkh…]”

“{That’s what I thought.}”

As a second set of arms poked from Soul’s abdomen, the two ids were collected into his grasp, and he descended the upwards-leading staircase, leading-downwards into the cosy confines of his own room.

Albeit definitely foul-smelling, kicking past the empty energy drinks that made a metal ruckus the Host then lent the two the safety of being bundled up within a large comforter.

Tucked between thick sheets, Heart sunk into Mind’s chest and limbs, the latter burying his chin onto the former’s head.

“{Before you two collapse, would you like one last story?}” Soul smiled, seated beside the cot.

“(Mm…)”

“[Yes…]”

“{Next time I'd like a ‘please’, but okay. I’ll tell you my favourite one: }”

A finger bitten by a worn fingerless glove twirled and pirouetted through the two parasites’ hair, and a simple hum drew from him.

“{Once upon a time, there was a little human child. You may know him as Cameron: Or me. He was very handsome, and very good at everything, as you may remember from yours truly. But he was very sad… and very lonely. He wasn't happy with his life. He was hurt by everyone around him. Everyone wanted to either leave or hurt him…}

“{But he didn't lose hope. He was still kind, and still decided to love. He hung on until the very end, which hasn't come yet in the story. But even then… things could still be rough. It didn't feel worth it sometimes.}

“{And one day, he felt something inside of himself. Just this crazy, burning feeling, that he had to get out of there. So he did! He went to the local beach, and walked across the sea. And he walked, and walked, and walked… until he found a new home waiting for him. And out he released two little baby ids, whom would have made all that pain worth it.}”

Heart and Mind had buried themselves into one another, their breathing hushed and heavy.

“{Alright, that's the abridged version. Go to sleep, you two. We’ll have lots of time to relax tomorrow.}” Soul cooed, crawling into his cot among the two and enveloping them to his body, his warmth seeping into them.

The lights fell to a silent darkness.

Everything was okay in the world, maybe just this once.

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Hi! I'm not sure how much help I'm going to be because my view of the sequel trilogy lives in kind of a nebulous space, where I really like the characters and I actually like a lot of the potential of the storyline, but I dislike TFA, greatly dislike TLJ, and was actually pretty okay with TROS all things considered. I don't want to dig too deep into the negativity of my feelings but they're basically - TFA was too much of a repainting of ANH for me, the initial shine of it was through its potential, but when that didn't pay off in the other movies, the shine came off TFA, too. - TLJ was set too close to TFA, Finn's character should have been tied into the Canto Bight plot (which was exhausting as it was), as a stolen child soldier he has the most reason to hate the rich, but absolutely nothing was done with him, Luke being on that island for that long was out of character for him, Rey's entire story became wrapped up in Kylo Ren, neither of those characters had nearly enough connections with others despite having very good reasons to, like why do we not spend more time on Luke & Kylo?? and it played at being subversive but it absolutely was not, it's all been done before (and I really hated the way Force abilities worked in the movie) and killing off your main villain in the second act was a baffling decision - TROS' biggest problem is that it should have been two movies instead of one, it was a series of trailers rather than a story with breathing room, and it suffered the most from the lack of planning + the main villain being killed off in the second movie But here's why I still like The Rise of Skywalker the best: The bones of what's there are a pretty good Star Wars story! Yes, Rey Palpatine came out of nowhere and was very silly, but if you can't handle silly, I don't know how you can make it as a Star Wars fan, it's such a silly franchise! I'm not afraid to love a scene I laugh out loud at--and, yeah, I laughed RIGHT OUT LOUD the first time Kylo dramatically said, "You're a Palpatine." I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes and let me tell you, I fucking LOVE that scene now. Or how the last words of any Skywalker, the last word Ben Solo/Kylo Ren ever says in the movies' franchise is, "Ow." I am laughing RIGHT NOW, please, p l e a s e, that is so on-brand, I can't handle it, it's too funny. But I also like the basic storyline because Rey's story in TROS is her struggling with her own inner darkness, that she feels there's something dark in her soul because she's Palpatine's granddaughter. The movie isn't saying that's true, but that Rey struggles with thinking it's true, and she has to wrestle with her dark side, just like every Jedi before her has as they're coming into their power. Anakin wrestled with his dark side and lost in Attack of the Clones and even worse in Revenge of the Sith. Luke wrestled with his dark side in the vision he sees of himself in Vader's helmet in the cave in ESB and in the climactic scene of ROTJ, where he nearly hacks his father's arm off in rage after his sister and friends are threatened. He has to claw his way back out of that. Ezra Bridger struggles with the dark side in Rebels as he comes into his power and he has to claw his way out of it as well. Rey has to struggle with her own lure towards the dark side as she comes into her power--she rips a ship apart in the sky because she was so determined that Chewie was hers, she was so angry at Kylo that Force lightning burst out of her. She's seeing Sith visions of herself on the wreckage of the Death Star. This is a theme that has been there since the very beginning, that Jedi have to struggle through a temptation to the dark, and her relation to Palpatine preys on that. That's kind of why I wound up loving Ben's scene with Han as well, because that was an entirely imagined scene, but it represents that the way the Force works, you have to dig yourself out of the hole you're in, that Ben using the memory of his father, the last moments of connection he had with his mother, to pull himself out of the dark, really worked for me. And I'm okay with his death, because this is Star Wars, people die before they should all the time. I even liked the political message of the final movie, yes, Rey vs Palpatine was the big Jedi vs Sith showdown, but the main galactic battle? Had people showing up. Just... people. One of the themes I've talked a lot about, especially because The Clone Wars kind of has it as a running theme is that the average galactic citizen doesn't do jack shit about the state of the galaxy they live in. The Rebellion had people starting to stand up, but it was an organized effort, it recruited people. TROS had just people showing up, that Leia and the Resistance had been trying to rally the cause, but ultimately it was the galactic public finally, finally saying, "We have to stand up and fight for ourselves, not depend on other people to do it." Was it ham-fisted and not nearly as polished as it should have been? Oh, no doubt. But the message. Just people showing up to fight against the First Order that was trying to bring back the Empire. That meant a lot to me. And I loved Luke's character here, that he admitted when he was wrong, and gave us that banger line that's spot on: "Confronting fear is the destiny of a Jedi." Yes. Yes. FUCKING YES. LUKE SKYWALKER AND JEDI PHILOSOPHY. MY HEART. Nailed it. Does this movie hang together as well as it should? Absolutely not. It needed a stronger writer, it needed more time than it got, and it needed better build-up. But the bones of what was there were actually pretty good and, man, any movie that has Daisy Ridley in that white outfit with the hood where she looked practically ethereal cannot be all bad, in my opinion.

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Lie Again

Synopsis: Loki leaves a mortal lover in the year 1820, his life takes a huge turn when she reappears centuries later at a Stark Industries party.

Pairing: Loki x Vampire Reader

Warnings: SA, Slight Angst

Word Count: 2059

A/N: Been a whole ass while since I've written anything (so I'm sure this won't turn out THAT well), and I'm fully aware I haven't kept a lot of promises being that I have fanfics that are unfinished, but I just really had to put this ideaa out there. Y/A means Your/Alias by the way. I didn't know how to put it out in words so---

They’ve met before. A century ago, but the god never bothered to think of even pursuing his intentions and left one night, knowing she was a mortal - and her aging would only be nothing but pain for the both of them. What would seem like a sad memory for him, a heartbreak to be carried over years was the beginning of her vexation, the origin of her search for immortality, the beginning of her quest to look him in the eyes and torment him with her presence, to make him remember the night he left.

Her skin devoid of oils, powder to touch under its light, eyes forever sparkling, gaze captivating - aura intoxicating, no longer was she a damsel in distress, a desperate lover. Y/A walked toward the towel draped on the back of her chaise lounge, dripping wet, naked. She covered herself and approached the balcony, wondering where her feet would drag her for tonight’s feast. She’s heard about him, back on what he calls Midgard, and for a while she hasn’t interfered. It felt like she could never solo the moments, she waited until everything calmed. She knew just how to brew the perfect storm for him, if he ever remembered her. She hoped, but even so, just in case he didn’t, she’d make herself remarkably unforgettable.

“How is it that you always look at the sky when you’re with me?” She looked up at him, her head resting on his lap. “Already eager for Heimdall to throw that rainbow lifeline and go back to pleasing daddy?” She reaches her hand up to caress his jaw when he catches it before she could touch his skin.

“Don’t ever talk about my father, I doubt he’s done parading his golden child around to take over his throne.” He feigned disinterest, but she knew more than anything how much weight the issue holds on him.

She pulls him by the collar and kisses him, distracting him from whatever thought it might’ve triggered. It was how Y/N knew to cope, not knowing how to react by listening but by using her body. Loki noticed this, but didn’t mind, he didn’t want to pry what made her this way. She avoided almost any serious conversations with it.

He knew staying longer in Midgard than usual was already chipping away his chances of getting on his father’s good side, and he has been debating over staying with Y/N, she was a mortal for Asgard’s sake. She would never be able to align with his father’s ideals. And he’d only put her in danger, or so that’s what he thought, and maybe he was just trying to soothe himself into making decisions that he thinks is righteous, but this has been a plan of his for a while now. He loved her, but his rationality came in the way of it. His panic has taken over his body, and staying in 1820 Midgard didn’t feel sustainable.

That night, he left. Leaving only a snake pin for her to remember him by, emerald in gold as small as the half of his thumb. Y/N woke up clutching it, crying, not able to process what it meant. Maybe she knew but just couldn’t believe it, but before she could process any of it, the door swung open, a group of men violently entered and grabbed each of her hands. She’s heard of the crimes happening downtown, but never anticipated being a victim herself. One of the men put a dirty cloth over her mouth and tied it behind her head. She felt her skirt rise up, her heart was beating so fast, her brain couldn’t process anything at all. She was thrusted from one heartbreak to another. Her eyes settled above, her gaze looking at the sky and fixated on it, counted the stars and felt as if her body was not her own, that she wasn’t the one experiencing the violations being done to the body she’s currently in. That she’s a passenger in her own skin.

“I like this one, not a screamer.” one of the men said to the other, one of them licked her neck, but she’s already blocked the whole ordeal, nothing but the night sky.

It had to be today, no matter how much time didn’t seem to bother her anymore. The need for urgency, seeing as how she’s lived for centuries and realized she has all the time in the world. But apparently he’s one of them now, a hero. A reformed villain. How ironic, the turns of his life. From desperately trying to win his father, to becoming a selfish, entitled god, to a version of his own making - a saint. Unfair. Y/A found it ridiculous. But she was hungry, and dinner hasn’t arrived, so she guesses she’ll make a night of it.

One of her pets informed her of a sighting, but to be honest, she’s got Loki’s routines to a tee. Not only was she immortal and bound by blood to live, but she could control and communicate with animals. Along with that came the strength not as strong as a god but well enough to defeat a handful humans in one seating.

“Game time” she told herself as she got ready, wearing a sleek emerald dress, his snake pin, altered to be an earring. She pulled her hair back revealing a scar, a bite and put on perfume on the back of each of her ears and wrists.

Today’s the anniversary of Stark Industries, it would be wrong if someone who’s lived as long as she has to not have accumulated great wealth over the years, she took her invitation and put it in her purse. She was so ecstatic to be there, to see if tonight will be the night. She was feeling promiscuous. A smirk plastered on her face as she got in the car.

When she arrived at the event hall, eyes followed her, turning away from their private conversations and looking in her direction. What good is a vampire without the power of persuasion to lure in a couple of drinks to quench her thirst? Her movement was slow and cold, oh these mortals are so giddy with life, she thought. It must feel so stressful to fear that any moment your life would end. But then she’s gotten so used to being alone, that her life hasn’t found its meaning at all, it felt like she was living for revenge, For the power she holds, she uses for anyone who dares touch another human without their consent. And no matter how much time has passed, unfortunately, humans have not evolved their primitive ways.

In less than no time, a super soldier named Bucky Barnes appeared, brooding and keeping to himself. She wondered how the blood of an enhanced human like him would taste.That would be interesting, but so would a god’s. In the corner of her eye, she could spot Pepper Potts, a business associate, she only ever knew Y/A from seeing her signature finalized on big contracts but never had the luxury of having a conversation with her. Y/A would like to keep it that way, but for tonight, she’d make an exception. Before Pepper could approach her, there he was, as dazzling as the day he betrayed her. She grabbed champaign from a tray that passed her, and lifted it up to her lips as she continued her gaze.

“Y/A! So nice to finally have you join us” Pepper chimes. Y/A gives her a kiss on the cheek, flashing her emerald and gold snake earring. The reflection was so surreal, the light bounced and caught his eye. His chest felt heavy, it can’t be. It must’ve been an heirloom by now, or an antique gotten from an auction. He looked to see Y/A’s smug look. She was talking to Pepper, but for some reason he knew as well as Y/A did, that her sly smile was for him. He was caught unprepared, it's impossible. It can’t be, she can’t be here, how? Loki debated on a lookalike, on a terrifying spot on lookalike, or a granddaughter - that could happen, right? Before his legs could wake up from the coma they were in, the second he looked back at her direction she was gone. He ran up to Pepper to ask where her companion went but even she didn’t know. A rush of worry and confusion crept up his mind, he needed an explanation or else he’d believe he was losing his mind.

He looked around, desperately. He wanted to conjure multiple versions of him to search for her. He knows he won’t be able to sleep until he gets to the bottom of it. A couple more steps and there it was, the reflection of light. Light that could only come from the pin he gave her. It seemed like miles before he could reach where it came from and when he did, he saw it on top of the bar counter, the wearer gone. Loki couldn’t believe his eyes, someone must be playing tricks on him. It’s impossible. So few only knew about her, even his brother did not dare ask who he frequently visited Midgard centuries ago. It felt like such a cruel joke, but a joke he nonetheless felt he deserved to be toyed with.

“Did you see the person who left this?” He asked the tender, he shook his head and continued to concoct drinks. Once again, Loki was clouded in agony, emotions came rushing and he couldn’t place it. He returned to where Pepper was, and asked her who she was conversing with earlier, how he could reach her and every little detail he could give her. Pepper at first joked about having a little crush before saying anything, but the torment in his face made her worried and suddenly she could understand that he knew her, in one form or another.

“I only met her in person today, she usually just signs contracts and has people do her work for her. I’m surprised she even came, she’s been absent for forever, we almost didn’t send her an invite.” Pepper quipped. “I’m sorry Loki, but as much as I’d like to help you, I only know her company building address, and I’m sure she doesn’t even step foot in it. Worth a shot though.”

“Thanks Pepper, sorry to bug you with all this.”

“No problem… Are you sure you’re alright?” A look of concern washed her face.

“No, yes - I will be. Thank you.”

“I’ll leave you to it, but please, enjoy the night, I’m sure she’s still here somewhere.”

“I hope so.” Loki ends the conversation and steps out into the crowd, once again in search of her. But hours pass and she still hasn’t made a reappearance. His feet settled at the balcony, head in the direction of the night sky. He was ready to claim the whole situation as a nightmare, a terrible prank, it just couldn’t be real. Even with his chat with Pepper, and the different name she told him, it just couldn’t be her.

He pulled out the pin and stared at it, for a second he caught himself praying. A god, praying, he laughed at himself. He was tossing it up and down, playing as he gathered his thoughts when a crow swooped in and caught it by its beak.

“Damn it!” He shouted as he tried to lean forward to get it back even when he knew he wouldn’t be able to reach it. The bird flew interestingly in a disciplined manner, as if it had a specific direction it had to land on. Loki’s eyes followed it, heart beating out of his chest, and that’s when he felt it stop for a second. The crow landed on someone’s bare shoulder, a woman with an emerald dress. Her hand held out to catch the pin, and put it back on her ear. It can’t be, Loki thought. But there she was. Her head lifted, looking up in his direction, he wasn’t sure if she smirked, everything felt surreal. She then turned around and got into a limo. The crow flying out of a window as if it just accomplished an important mission.

“Y/N.” Loki breathed.

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Tightrope- George Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted OCTOBER 20, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Warnings- it gets pretty angsty, but it ends up good :)

Song- 'Tightrope' from The Greatest Showman

Italicized= Flashbacks Italicized, bold= Song Lyrics

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You looked up at the clock, it was 7:30 pm. “George promised to be here 30 minutes ago,” you sighed sadly. He’s been doing this for the past few months. He promises that he’ll be home and then doesn’t come home until much much later. He and Fred have been really busy with the shop lately, and you understand that it’s their dream, but sometimes you want to see the love of your life, you know?

You sat up and looked at the dinner you had prepared for you two, and you looked down at your dress that you decided to wear for him. You groaned and sat down at the table, eating your meal by yourself.

“I’ll be home by seven love!” you mimicked Georges’s voice, “Bullshit, it’s all bullshit!”. You stabbed your fork down and kept eating.

After you finished, you sat your dishes down in the sink and turned on some music. “I might as well dance, even though I have no one to dance with. But, I’m used to it at this point,” you whispered to yourself.

“Tightrope” from The Greatest Showman started playing. “This explains my life right now,” you chuckled sadly then started singing, “Some people long for a life that is simple and planned. Tied with a ribbon. Some people won’t sail the sea ‘cause they’re safer on land. To follow what’s written. But I’d follow you to the great unknown. Off to a world we call our own,”.

You thought back to when you and George were talking about your future during dinner one day at Hogwarts. When you mentioned getting a job at the ministry he said that that was boring and no fun.

“What do you mean that’s "boring and no fun”?“ you asked. "I want a job where I can have fun, sure, it might not pay well. But it’s a lot better than getting an office job where you’re bored out of your mind. And besides, it’s fun to have a little risk!” George exclaimed, “What’s the fun in having a life that’s planned? It’s so much more fun to not know what’ll happen tomorrow! It’s fun when there’s some unknown to your life, it makes it exciting!”. “Well, I guess wherever you end up, I’ll end up,” you sighed dreamily and leaned toward him. “We’ll make the world our own,” he whispered and kissed you.

Your heart fluttered at the memory.

“Hand in my hand. And we promised to never let go. We’re walking a tightrope. High in the sky. We can see the whole world down below. We’re walking a tightrope. Never sure, never know how far we could fall. But it’s all an adventure, that comes with a breathtaking view. Walking a tightrope. With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. With you,” you sang.

You tried to be optimistic about all of the time George has to spend at the shop because you know that one day it’ll all be worth it. But, it really doesn’t seem like it because it’s been months of this and it doesn’t seem to be getting better. At some point, the shop could completely crash and you two would be screwed. But on the other hand, it could work out amazingly and you two could be set for the rest of your life. You never know, you guess.

“Mountains and valleys, and all that will come in between. Desert and ocean. You pulled me in and together we’re lost in a dream. Always in motion. So I risk it all just to be with you. And I risk it all for this life we choose,” you sang and remembered to when Fred and George were trying to convince you to leave school with them. Mainly because George couldn’t imagine not being with you for the rest of the year.

“Come on, Y/n! Umbridge is the worst and we could get out of this hell-hole, away from her and her horrible ways,” Fred tried convincing you at dinner. “Please, Y/n, we’ll live out our dream of making the world our own! No more school, just you and I,” George said and grabbed your hands, “Along with me!” Fred butted in which made the three of you laugh. George gave you pleading eyes, “How can I say no to you? Fine! I’ll do it,” you agreed which made George ecstatic.

A few weeks later, you left with the boys making their grand exit and you flipping off Umbridge before flying away with George. And with that, you didn’t finish school. Meaning, that you couldn’t get a good job. You were dependent on your job at a small bookshop and the joke shop.

“Hand in my hand. And you promised to never let go. We’re walking a tightrope. High in the sky, we can see the whole world down below. We’re walking a tightrope.Never sure, will you catch me if I should fall?”.

At this point, you felt alone. Even though George came home every night, you were asleep and when you awoke, he was gone.

“I promise that no matter what happens with this shop, I’ll always be there for you,” George said as you two were walking down Diagon Alley. “Promise?” you asked, “Promise,” George reassured. As you started walking away, you felt that George wasn’t walking with you. You turned around to see him on one knee, “Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, you make me the happiest chap alive. I know that that’s cliché, but it’s true. You’ve supported me in my dreams and I promise to do the same, for the rest of our lives. Which I guess brings me to the big question. Will you marry me?”. You stood there with tears in your eyes before jumping up and down and screaming, “Yes! Yes! A million, bajillion times yes!”. He slipped the ring on your finger before you both shared a passionate kiss.

You looked down at the engagement ring on your finger, “Well, it’s all an adventure. That comes with a breathtaking view. Walking a tightrope. With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,”. You then thought back to the Yule Ball.

“With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. With you,” you sang while spinning around acting like you were dancing with George.

He had asked you to go with him the moment you heard of it happening. You wore a gorgeous gown and you looked perfect, just like how your night went. You and George danced the night away and nothing else mattered except the two of you being together.

The music in your kitchen had engulfed you and you felt like you were in the great hall dancing the night away, just like that night. “With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,”. The music then stopped, bringing you back to your current reality. Your dress immediately stopped flowing and you looked out of the kitchen window. You were at home, with no George insight.

“With you, ooh-ooh-ooh. With you,” you sang while walking toward the counter so that you could lean on it since you were now tearing up at your current situation. “Oh Georgie, what happened to us?” you whispered to yourself and leaned over, sobbing, “We used to be madly in love, and now we’re not. I just want it to go back to the way it used to be,”.

You turned around and wiped a few tears before seeing George standing right on the opposite end of the kitchen. “Oh, hi love!” you exclaimed and wiped away your tears. He didn’t say anything back, he was just standing there sadly.

“How much did you hear?” you croaked out, starting to cry again. “I heard that we’re not as in love as we used to be and that you want things to go back to the way they were,” George said quietly.

You couldn’t keep it in anymore. You let out a sob and walked over to George, falling in his arms. “I just- I just, I miss you all the time. You’re never home and- and I feel like we’re falling out of love for each other,” you sobbed, “I mean, this is the first time we’ve touched in weeks,”. “Don’t say that love,” George cooed.

“But it’s true,” you sobbed, “we’ve been engaged for a year now and we haven’t even been able to plan the wedding because you’re always at work. I feel like you don’t care about me or this relationship anymore,”.

George didn’t say anything, he just looked down. “Do you not care about me anymore?” you said angrily and pulled out of his embrace. His head shot up and he started rapidly shaking his head 'no’. “No-no, I care about you a-a lot,” he sobbed.

You shook your head, not believing him at all. “I-I really d-do!” George cried out and reached out his arms to grab you, but you backed up. He watched helplessly as you walked past him and to the couch so that you could sit down. “I don’t know if I can believe you anymore, George,” you spat his name out like venom.

His heart broke when you called him by his name, you never do that. You always called him 'love’ or 'sweetie’, really anything except his name. “But you can! When have I ever lied to you?” George asked and ran next to you on the sofa, dropping to his knees in front of you. “When you said that the shop wouldn’t stop you from being there for me!” you sobbed.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he couldn’t say anything. You scoffed and stood up, walking to your shared room, and slamming the door. “Wait, Y/n! Wait! Please!” George pleaded and banged on the door.

You just sobbed and slid down the door. He was on the other side leaning his head against the door, banging it occasionally, and sobbing. He felt horrible and so did you. But, you couldn’t do it anymore; waiting for him every day, not knowing when he’ll get home, or eating dinner by yourself every night.

You. just. couldn’t. anymore.

You stood up from the door, which George heard. You grabbed a bag and walked over to your dresser to pack some clothes. You weren’t going to leave him entirely, but he needed to get it through his head that you didn’t deserve to be treated this way.

“Y/n!” George sobbed, “Open the door, sweetheart!”. You just wiped away your tears and kept putting clothes in your bag. “Please!” George sobbed and banged the door. You breathed out and walked over to the door, opening it. He slightly smiled when he saw you but it immediately dropped when he saw the bag in your hands.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” he asked. “Leaving,” you simply stated and pushed past him, “not for a long time, but enough time for you to figure yourself out,”. “But you don’t need to go away! I love you, isn’t that enough?” George asked, you just jerked your head around to look at him.

George breathed out, “I know that I’ve been at the shop a lot and I know that we haven’t planned the wedding at all. I just-”, “'You just’ what?! You just have a lot of work to do which makes you just forget all about your fiance?! The love of your life?!” you screamed.

“But I haven’t forgotten about you! Look, I know I screwed up, but pleas-please don’t leave. We’ll figure it out together, we always do!” George sobbed. “We haven’t been doing a lot together lately. It seems to just be you with me trailing behind,” you spat.

“I didn’t know you felt that way and-and I’m sorry. But, I’m begging you, please don’t go. You’re the one thing that’s been keeping me going these past few months,” George pleaded, “when I come home and you’re asleep, I love to hold you close when I get into bed. It’s calming and makes me forget all about the stress of running the shop. On my breaks, I always look at the picture of us at the Yule ball that’s on my desk. I have the little friendship bracelet you made for me when we were first years in my pocket with me at all times,”. He pulled a tiny bracelet out of his pocket, and sure enough, it was the charm bracelet that you gave to him all those years ago.

“You’re the one thing that’s kept me from losing it, so please don’t go. I’ll fix it- we’ll fix it- together,” George said and walked slowly up to you.

You stood there for a second, taking everything that he said in. It was the same for you too. Even though you never saw him anymore, he was the one thing that was keeping you from leaving him completely.

No matter what happened between the two of you, no matter how bad it was, your love for each other always shined through and brought you two to your senses about the fact that you both loved each other and there was nothing that could change that.

You dropped your bag and ran to him to hug him, nearly knocking him over. “Oh, love. You don’t understand how much I love you,” he whispered and kissed your temple. “I love you too,” you said, “Really?” he asked. “How could I not?” you giggled.

He smiled so big that it made your heart swell with happiness. You two quickly locked lips and stayed there until you both were out of breath. “I love you so so so much, and I’ll never let you feel that bad again,” George breathed out, “I love too, ginger,” you giggled, making him smile even bigger if that’s even possible. You two then shared another passionate kiss.

You two really were walking a tightrope. At any moment everything could come crashing down, but then again, life with George was exciting and unexpected. As long as you two kept your balance and kept loving each other, you would keep walking along that tightrope effortlessly and your life would be magnificent.

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xoxo

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"I get it," Dora suddenly said confidently and looked up [bright blue sparkling with sea green, the perfect combination of Jason's steel and Percy's ferocity] into the impenetrable darkness, as if she could see something there.

The cacodemons ruthlessly rubbed her flesh instantly disappeared and Nicolo Di Angelo himself appeared before Grayson.

The man looked as perfect as always — a starched snow-white shirt, an impeccable expensive black suit, sparkling shoes, coal silky strands tied with a ribbon at the back of his head represented casual perfection Just a glance…

Just his eyes not as smart, cold and condescending as usual, but furious, literally burning with impotent rage and bitterly sad.

large drops of tears were already flowing down his porcelain cheeks.

"You're not bothering me because I have to learn to let people go," Dora Mireya exhaled heavily and moaned softly, a cracked rib made itself felt, "because you're jealous, and you're also hurt because of the loss of Jason Grace.

For clarification, this ask is a reference to this post, in which I made Nico an antagonist to Dora's, the daughter of Jason and Percy, journey to bring his father (Jason) back to life.

Since anon has been so kind to offer a drabble, I suppose it should be fair for me to return it. So.

From the first moment Dora could understand the concept of family, she knew that she had two fathers.

One of them was Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, hero of Olympus, two times world savior, Titan Slayer, one of the Seven, and the best father in the whole world Dora had come to know, whom she loved the most and loved her in return.

The other father - his name was Jason Grace. Percy told her he was the most effulgent, gentle, loving, heroic, magnificent person who had ever existed. He was a Hero, his Hero. Everyone said that. Apparently, he was just as awesome as her daddy Percy. And honestly, Dora would always believe Percy, but for some reason, he never told her anything past the praises that he sang to her every night by her bedside.

Nor had Dora ever met Jason Grace.

Everything she had come to know of her supposed father was from Nico di Angelo, who she called an Uncle and acted like an enabler when Dora could tell that her daddy would spill no more.

Nico told her a lot that Percy didn't and wouldn't. He was as transparent as the ghosts he beckoned and was kind enough to indulge Dora every time she pestered like how he indulged the dead ones' last wishes. She showed up at his doorstep, sad as a wet cat, and his black glassy eyes would melt like honey as he sat her down with a blanket and a warm cup of chocolate because his house was always freezing.

She wondered if Nico could see something in her that made him so willing to relinquish.

The stories he told were glamorous, yellow-tinted by the way Nico's voice dipped slightly, flowing like deep undercurrents that held just as many emotions as an ocean. It was through his voice that Dora learned of Jason Grace's greatness and silliness, that she could somehow picture the relaxing slope of a pair of scarred lips whenever Percy mentioned his gentleness; or the twinkle of morning stars in an azure sky when Uncle Leo absentmindedly mumbled "He would have loved this."

Dora watched the shadow nestling under Nico's intertwined fingers as he spoke - telling another story about this rare Capture the Flag game that both her parents had joined - in that same slightly hoarse, low voice. The son of Hades reclined on the only other single chair, looking down at the coffee cup as if he could see the playback on its surface. Dora soaked up his words like a sponge, each and every one of them a piece of a memory she had never lived through, but was eager to review just the same.

"I don't know what could have possessed Jason for him to decide that summoning lightning was a good idea when Percy had had them both drenched," he quipped monotonously, and Dora giggled, "but he did. And the disaster that followed almost had Will tear his hair out."

The scenario sounded ridiculous. Dora wished she was there.

Percy made sure her life was filled to the brim with joy and happiness, but Dora could tell there was a hole in his heart - their blood was the same, after all. It itched at the tip of her tongue whenever her daddy zoned out in the middle of a family dinner, his gaze drifting far away like a lost boat. Something all that joy and happiness failed to alleviate.

Dora knew it was wishful thinking, though, so she shut her mouth and told herself to be content with Nico's reminiscence. Wetness welled up in her eyes, Dora willed it back down, and laughed when Nico mentioned how stupid Percy's hair was after that stunt.

Before Dora knew it, the world around her blurred away and her eyelids weighed more than she could lift. Her chocolate mug sat cold on the table. Something soft draped over her body - a blanket, Dora recognized - and Nico's abyss eyes looked down at her with more warmth than she thought the night was capable of embracing.

That time, Dora dreamed of a creek, Capture the Flag, and startling thunder in the otherwise blue, clear sky.

When Percy first found out about their story-telling sessions, he stared at Dora for three seconds, and whispered a hollow "Oh."

And that was it.

He never said anything about it. It almost felt like he even didn't acknowledge it. The most Dora got after returning from Nico's house was a soft "Did you have a good time with Uncle?", and then her daddy would, without fail, immediately, conveniently venture to their supper or the upcoming movies for the marathon.

At their next meet-up, Dora clutched on her daddy's jeans when Nico walked through the door with Aunt Hazel. She didn't know what she was all nervous about, yet her heart beat so loud she couldn't hear the sounds of other Aunts and Uncles chattering, watching Nico walk up to them along with his sister.

Aunt Hazel hugged her and kissed her cheeks cheerfully. Dora could barely focus on her smooching. Her attention zeroed in on the way her daddy bit his lips before greeting Nico with a muted "Welcome," to which the black-eyed man simply nodded.

She did notice them not talking again throughout the meal.

She did notice the pained look her daddy shot them the moment Dora flopped down between Nico and Will on the sofa. But again, he never said anything.

That time, Dora was on the verge of crying when Nico appeared from the shadow, smiling so gently. He extended his hand, and Dora let go of the statue's hair to throw herself into his arms, crying out in a flurry of fear and relief.

The winds picked up around them, cold up on the shoulder of the Athena Parthenos. Dora buried her face into Nico's chest, clutching his jacket as if her life depended on it - which, in Dora's little mind, was not so far from the truth.

Nico's hands landed on her hair, patting softly. Shadow tendrils poured out from the folds of his long jacket, wrapping her in their ethereal embrace.

"Don't be afraid, little one." He reassured her, and Dora felt his power tug at the strings of her soul, slowing down her heartbeats.

The hysterics passed quickly after that - Nico had that effect on people, but there was one thing that stayed in Dora's heart, like the hope that remained inside Pandora's box, albeit not so pretty.

As they sat, tucked in the shade next to the golden Athena's head, Dora glanced down the Half-blood Hills below, where her father and Chiron stood together, seemingly arguing. Percy was still looking up here, no doubt worrying his heart out.

An invisible hand closed around Dora's heart. "Was my father better at this?" She asked.

Nico hummed. "As far as I know, he fought a gigantic Gaea in the air whilst trapping her in a tornado with Piper tucked in his arms."

It sounded like an astounding sight. It must be - her father, shining gold as he raised his sword against the Primordial of the Earth, the whole sky under the tips of his fingers, whereas Dora struggled with just flying and ended up stuck on a forty-feet-tall statue of her godly Aunt. Even now, she was scared of looking down and seeing the height, or losing her steps and somehow slipping off Nico's shadowy hold.

"I'm not like him," Dora mumbled quietly, wiping the sticky tears on her sleeves. She wasn't him. She wasn't the Jason Grace about whom her daddy sometimes marveled. And she wasn't the hero he loved, no matter what the blood in her veins had to say.

Nico's hand settled on her shoulder, his touch cold and feather-light. He waited until Dora finished smearing her face with her sleeves and turned to him.

He didn't smile, but Dora could hear the reassurance in his softened tone, "You know, I heard that Jason was afraid of flying, too."

Dora stared at him. "No way." She shook her head vehemently, shaking off the thought, arguing. "He's the hero son of Jupiter. He's the living real Superman. He can't be afraid of flying! And you just said he fought Gaea when flying!"

Usually, Dora would believe what Nico told her, just because she had no other sources to confirm. Just this thing, she found it hard to believe.

Nico was unfazed. "What if I told you he was afraid of flying because he was afraid of falling?"

"Falling?" Dora titled her head, "But he could fly."

"The higher you fly, the more it will hurt when you fall" was Nico's reply.

Dora frowned hard. She could vaguely see the logic, but there was still something not right about it. She couldn't tell what it was, though. Nico was sometimes cryptic like that, even though she was sure Uncle Austin was the one talking in riddles.

The said riddler, upon noticing her frustration, merely smiled - a reserved, fleeting smile that held more melancholy than cheer, "You are your father's daughter, little cloud."

Dora was sure she understood that. Nico didn't let her ask.

"Let's think about it at home," he tapped her shoulder, "Now, your daddy would have my head if I'm not bringing you to him right this instance."

The shadows engulfed Dora before she could so much as blink.

Since the start, Nico di Angelo had always been the closest link to Jason Grace that Dora had.

It was natural that he was the first one whose gaze she sought out from across the table after declaring her determination to "bring my father back."

However, not in a million years, could Dora have predicted Nico's reactions.

Dora knew her uncle was scary. Yet, it seemed like she had been blinded by the indulgence he had offered her up until that moment, to the point that her heart stuttered at the sight of his eyes darkening threateningly and shadows coiled under his hair menacingly.

"I do not allow." His voice came out akin to the resounding of hundreds of souls, the tenderness all gone.

Blood ran cold in Dora's veins. The light flickered. The sound of a chair scraped against the floor, a large hand pulled at her arm and Percy appeared in front of her, his back a shield to her frightened mind. Around the table, the adults raised their voices.

"Boys," It was Aunt Annabeth. "What do you think you are doing? Sit down."

Her father didn't budge. Dora had never been more grateful to have him in front of her, shielding her from Nico's penetrating gaze.

"Nico," she heard her father speak up, a cautious edge to his tone, "You are scaring Dora."

Dora hated admitting to being scared, but she was scared. Right at that moment, Nico appeared to her like Death personified, all translucent skin and bottomless eyes, larger than life and darker than even Nyx's House in Percy's stories.

"I apologize," he said, somehow managing to sound just a bit apologetic, his gaze never left Dora, "Regardless, let me make it clear that: resurrection is strictly forbidden; there would be no exception, be it Percy or Percy's daughter."

A breath hitched in her throat. Dora watched her father's fists clench painfully by his sides.

Nico's eyes gleamed dangerously, the shadows seethed along him, and gods isn't it Death looking down at her. "And should anyone attempt to alter the fact that Jason Grace is dead, I would personally make sure of their failure."

In him, Dora thought she saw all the monstrosities she would have to face once she set foot into the Underworld with a smidge of intention to reach her lost father.

She wanted to cry.

Dora clutched her father's sleeve, "B-But..." But you were right there. But you knew how much I wanted to see him.

She couldn't utter a word. Her throat closed off. Her body trembled with the weight of Nico's words. Dora's instincts were screaming at her to defend herself while the other half just wanted to close her eyes and bury her face into Percy's chest, hiding from the world.

This wasn't what she had expected - not Nico's disapproval, not his threat.

"Okayyyy--" Will spoke up from where he sat next to Nico, raising his hands in a time-out gesture. He was smiling, but even it seemed forced, "Chill, guys. Let's just settle down, alright?"

"Nico, knock it off," Aunt Hazel, the brave one she was, admonished firmly, "You're scaring poor Dora. There's no need for that."

Usually, when it came to Nico, Will and Hazel worked quite well as tension breakers. Not this time, though, as the son of Hades did not let down his terrifying scrutiny. Percy's shoulders stiffened up and Dora could feel the muscles and blood revved up under his skin, ready to fight.

The thought sent chills down her spine. Were they going to fight? Could her father take Nico? What if something were to happen to him?

Nico dropped his fork and stood up. Dora nearly screamed.

"I'm sorry for the disruption." He said flatly, "I'm full now. So if we're all clear in this matter, I'll take my leave.”

He turned away, glancing at Dora for the last time. A warning.

Nico disappeared into the curtains' shades, the shadows leaving with him just as Percy pushed her further behind him.

But Dora doubted they would leave her.

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IKIGAI (or A REASON FOR BEING) — CHAPTER SEVEN

"Was that... okay?" Noah inquired, breaking the silence, swallowing hard. "I don't know," Lia replied, her voice quiet, uncertain. She couldn’t look away, and she didn’t want to move her lips too much in fear of losing the memory of how it felt to have Noah’s pressed against hers. “We should try again, then,” Noah suggested, his eyes jumping back and forth from her mouth to her eyes. Lia met his gaze deeper, her pupils wide. “Do you want to?” “I don’t mind. Do you?” “No. We can try again.”

Chapter tags: best friends, kids growing up, first kiss, promises, slight angst, fluff. | Word count: 3.2k | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

CHAPTER 7

Lia is 13. Noah is 14.

It was nice in the lake that day; one of the last ones that summer.

The sun hung high in the sky and the air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers, and the distant hum of cicadas added a peaceful soundtrack to Noah and Lia’s day.

It was still pretty hot, but the water was so refreshing.

Lia laid in her soft blue bathing suit on her towel, which was spread on the deck. Noah was sat at the end of the wooden planks, with his legs hanging from the edge, not far from her. He had collected a pile of stones and was throwing them in the water, seeing them bouncing once, twice, before they sank to the bottom.

A while ago, when they reached the lake and they took off their clothes, Noah felt Lia’s stare on his body. He was aware of the awkward changes going on in his body, and Lia definitely couldn’t help but notice the subtle transformations in her best friend. The boy she had known for so long was transforming into a young man at a faster pace than she was turning into a young woman.

“What are you looking at?” Noah questioned, tying the laces from his swimming shorts.

Lia blushed slightly, caught off guard by his question. She moved her eyes from his hands to his eyes. She took off the hair tie she kept on her wrist and tied her long hair in a ponytail.

“You’ve grown a lot this summer.”

It was true. Hana had been mentioning it to him nearly every week, and in the last few months, Noah had grown almost three inches, and now he had to bend a little to look Lia in the eyes.

“So have you,” he replied, and his eyebrows moved as his eyes slid down to Lia’s chest.

With a furrowed brow and feigned anger, Lia hugged herself, covering her chest from Noah, who was now smirking.

“Shut up. I’m still small.”

She said that because she believed so. She had been paying attention to how the other girls in her class looked. It seemed that all the girls were growing faster than her and were taking pride on it. Lia was slightly taller than last year, but her pace seemed to be very slow. Her breasts had indeed started to… show, but she was still very petite, and short, and she had insecurities.

Noah shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t know what to say to her about that. All that he knew was that he didn’t care. If anything, he would use his bigger build to protect Lia from whatever, whoever, although in time he would learn that, despite his good intentions, Lia would have to learn to protect herself, and that she would also have to fight for privileges that he just had for simply being a man.

Ten years later, Noah would be about eleven inches taller than Lia, and when he had her in front of him, she would have to look up and he would have to tilt his head down towards her, and later on, when she wanted to kiss him, she would have to stand on her tiptoes and put her hand on the back of Noah’s neck to pull him into her mouth.

It wouldn’t matter to either of them. Lia would rejoice in the fact that Noah was so tall, and she would constantly be flooded by a strange feminine urge to be enveloped by that body that was much larger than hers. And Noah, in turn, would love to be able to wrap her up in his arms and hold her as if she were a doll.

Thirteen-year-old Lia, standing on the deck in her bathing suit under the sun, thought that her best friend would be a very handsome man one day. She was not so sure about herself.

“What if there’s something wrong with me?”

“What do you mean?” Noah asked, brows furrowed. He looked at her from over his shoulder.

“What if I’ll stay this way forever?”

“That’s not gonna happen. We’re growing,” he answered with certainty. The same way Lia had been paying attention to the changes on his body, Noah had been very well noticing the changes in Lia’s as well.

“I mean… What if there’s something wrong with my life? What if I’ll stay like this, in this place, with my mom, forever?”

“Lia, we’ve talked about that. It’s just a nightmare. Nightmares don’t come true.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Then, what do you want me to tell you?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, looking away. “I feel like… screaming.”

Noah contemplated her words for a moment before he started nodding, as if something had just crossed his mind.

“I’ll tell you something,” he announced. “It might help. Jump in the water, and when you’re deep down, scream.”

She looked at him, unconvinced.

“Do it,” he insisted, a glint appearing in his eyes. “I started doing it last year after, you know… that day.”

Yeah, that day. Lia stayed the night in Noah’s house, in his bedroom, sleeping on the pull-out bed while his grandparents traveled to the neighbor state because their daughter had been found nearly overdose on the street and was now hospitalized. Noah didn’t get to see his mom in that condition, but the sole knowledge had been enough to tip him over the edge. He had spent an entire week sad and angry, and he hadn’t known how to manage those feelings.

“Okay,” Lia ceded.

Lia walked to the edge of the deck and examined the water down below. It was still, as still as her heartbeat when she was with Noah. She took a deep breath, her chest rising, and then she leaped into the water, breaking the surface with a splash.

Noah waited outside, watching the ripples slowly fade away. The lake embraced Lia, and in that underwater world, she released a scream, a cathartic expression of the uncertainties that were haunting her.

As Lia resurfaced from the lake a few seconds later, she was overcome with an exhilarating mix of release and freedom. She felt... better. However, Noah was not paying attention to that. He wasn’t even concerned for a moment. He could only see the droplets of water cascading down Lia’s face, her skin sun-kissed and gleaming, the sunlight also dancing on her wet hair. He felt a sense of awe. The sun, a fiery ball on the horizon, painted Lia in a warm, golden glow.

"You’re beautiful," he blurted out, the words escaping before he could stop himself.

Lia, who hadn’t been expecting those words at all, froze for a second, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. Noah, catching a glimpse of the effect his words had on her, couldn't help but smirk, his initial boldness giving way to a nervous happy fluttering in his stomach.

From the water, Lia splashed water towards him, flustered, and in no time, she had him by her side, coming up from under the water in the same spot to where he had jumped. He was smiling from ear to ear.

If he found her beautiful, when Lia saw him coming out of the water with the hair falling on his face and sticking to his forehead, his eyelashes holding tiny drops of water, she thought she had never seen anyone so breathtaking.

The lake took care of their worries while they were there, swallowing them all in, taking them to the deepest depths.

Hana had told Noah once that the lake knew how to listen, and it did.

The playful escapade turned into a quiet moment an hour later when they sat on the deck to get dry and eat something. Noah had eaten an apple after drying himself with a towel, and Lia had opted for just taking a sip of water from her bottle. She wasn’t hungry yet.

The gentle lapping of the water against the wooden supports provided a soothing soundtrack to their thoughts. In that tranquil silence, Lia laid on her towel with her eyes closed and Noah sat down on the edge, playing with a bunch of stones he had picked up from the path that led to the embarkment.

The serene interlude suddenly turned into awareness when Noah peered over his shoulder to look at Lia. He knew he didn’t have much time left. He had been thinking about it the whole week, and he had to tell her, ask her now, otherwise he would lose the courage and back off.

Lia was still laying down, unaware of Noah’s internal struggle, when his sudden words made her open her eyes wide open.

“Lia, I need to kiss you.”

Startled, Lia sat up like a robot, looking at him in shock. Noah was still sat with his back towards her. He wasn’t looking at her.

“What?”

He turned his head then. He looked anguished.

“You know I’ve invited Adrienne to the school dance, and I think I’m supposed to kiss her at the end of the party, and I haven’t kissed anyone in my life.”

Lia, still processing his words, responded with a nonchalant, “Me neither,” not fully getting his point.

“That’s why I need you. You’re the only person to whom I can ask this. And besides, it’s a win-win situation. We can practice with each other.”

His attempt at rationalizing his idea didn’t work very well with Lia.

“Noah, that’s just… Weird,” she said, making a face. “I don’t know…”

“I brushed my teeth before leaving the house.”

That comment made Lia furrow her brows even more. Underneath her, the towel still was damp from her wet bathing suit.

“Is that…?”

“Can you come here?” Noah asked her, hoping to salvage the situation.

Lia, however, didn’t budge, and Noah, feeling embarrassed and regretful, turned around, facing away from her. He chastised himself internally for even suggesting it.

“Look, okay, forget it. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you this.”

When he glanced back over his shoulder again, he saw Lia grabbing her t-shirt from her bag and putting it on—an indication that she was getting ready to leave. Fuck.

“Okay,” Lia said.

“What?”

“I said okay. We can try.”

It took him a moment to process it. Relieved yet still uncertain, Noah sought confirmation before he let a wave of relief slide down his chest. “Are you sure?”

“If I don’t do it with you, I’ll probably end up doing it with some idiot from school.”

“Ok,” Noah took a deep breath. “Come here,” he motioned for her to join him on the edge of the deck.

Hesitant, Lia approached him, her hand gripping the wooden planks tightly as she sat down by his side. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as they both waited for the next move, a shared moment that could either complicate their friendship or redefine its boundaries.

“How… should we do it?” She was first to ask.

Noah shrugged.

"I don’t think there’s any instructions. I’ll just…” He was looking at her, and his eyes fell to her lips.

Noah sensed Lia's deep breath as he leaned in slightly, a subtle anticipation hanging in the air. He looked at her once more just for confirmation. She closed her eyes, her lashes casting shadows under the summer sun, her lips a bright pink hue. Noah, mirroring her anticipation, licked his lips before closing his eyes and removing the distance.

The first kiss was a tender meeting of teenage lips—soft, shy, and innocent.

Under the warm summer sun, their lips pressed gently against each other, a fleeting yet profound moment etching itself into the fabric of their shared history. Two seconds passed, leaving Lia and Noah with a small taste of each other's skin, an indelible imprint of the first kiss.

As they separated, a shared realization dawned upon them: both had been holding their breath, and their flushed faces betrayed the intensity of the moment. Lia's eyelashes fluttered, her gaze fixed on Noah as if it was the first time she was seeing him.

"Was that... okay?" Noah inquired, breaking the silence, swallowing hard.

"I don't know," Lia replied, her voice quiet, uncertain. She couldn’t look away, and she didn’t want to move her lips too much in fear of losing the memory of how it felt to have Noah’s pressed against hers.

“We should try again, then,” Noah suggested, his eyes jumping back and forth from her mouth to her eyes.

Lia met his gaze deeper, her pupils wide. “Do you want to?”

“I don’t mind. Do you?”

“No. We can try again.”

With a shared agreement, they leaned in for a second attempt, a willingness to explore this uncharted territory together.

Noah's lips parted as Lia's eyes closed shut again. She leaned to him, tilting her chin a bit up to reach him. He pressed his mouth against Lia's upper lip, and when hers closed around his, she swore she could taste the apple he had been eating minutes prior. Noah slowly intensified the press of his lips against her, hardening the grip, and he felt Lia following to his innocent demands.

The kiss turned into two, and then into three. Slow touches, noses brushing, the beginning of an exploration of another human's anatomy, a shy journey through the pleasure of providing physical comfort beyond boundaries to someone you trust.

When they separated one more time and pulled away, it was just to seek for that trust that they provided each other. Words weren’t needed. When they looked at each other, they understood, and silently, they leaned into each other again, more confident this time, content to keep trying, unaware of the fire growing inside of themselves, of the fact that they were two teenagers on the verge of leaving behind all innocence. When Lia felt Noah’s fingers grace the skin of her bare knee, she felt an electrifying current shoot throughout her body. They were traversing the delicate realms of intimacy for the first time with a growing assurance, oblivious to the consequences of their actions. When she was able to react, her hand found Noah's cheek, and she touched him with slow, quiet fingers as Noah's lips moved against her own in a beautiful, uncoordinated, pure dance.

They learned how to kiss that day, and they would get much better in time, as they would when it came to sex, too.

Noah didn’t kiss Adrienne in that school dance party. He fell sick a couple of days before the event, and he had to stay home for three days, drinking ginger tea, wearing warm clothes, and listening to his grandparents reminding him that swimming in the lake as October approached hadn’t perhaps been the wisest decision. As he lay in bed, he didn’t care, honestly. All he could think was one thing, and before falling asleep, all he could see was Lia all flustered as she moved a bit away from him as they decided to finish their practice lesson.

“That wasn’t so bad, no?” He asked her, licking his lips unconsciously, swallowing Lia’s taste.

“I think I liked it,” she admitted, keeping a straight face because she was worried that it would scare Noah away if she showed how much she had enjoyed it. “Are you going to kiss Adrienne like that?”

Suddenly, as she asked the question, Lia realized she didn’t want Noah to kiss Adrienne, or any other girl for that matter.

“I don’t know,” was his short answer. His eyes darted away from her for a while.

There was silence for a while. Lia turned to fully face the lake again, and extended her legs as much as she could until the water touched her toes. She trailed her toes through the ripples, played for a while, letting the feelings traveling through her veins and to her heart sink deep inside of her.

Time felt suspended in time, as it did many times when they were together. She wasn’t aware that there was no turning back now. Maybe there had never been since the moment Noah and her had locked eyes that morning years ago in the street.

“We shouldn’t do it again,” she concluded, the words hanging in the air like a delicate thing. The movement of her legs swinging and gracing the lake’s surface stopped.

“No, we shouldn’t,” Noah agreed, his voice carrying an understanding that hid his reluctance.

There was a whisper in the air that was gracing Lia and Noah’s skin. A whisper that said that the simplicity they once knew would turn into a complex dance of emotions from now on.

Neither of them wanted it.

“Promise nothing will change?” When she finally dared to look back at him, she had that worried look on her face that Noah had been trying to erase ever since he met her. Her words trembled a bit. “And that we will never fall in love with each other? Because if we do, I don’t think it will go well. Look at our mothers. What if I become like them, and you become like our fathers? What if you disappear?”

Noah didn’t think that he would disappear, and he didn’t think that Lia would be like Eve or Cristina, but at the same time, her words injected a note of caution into his brain. He couldn’t think much about how an adult’s life was. If he pictured the image of him and Lia together, he could only see them as they were now, maybe in his room playing music, writing songs, or in the garden, taking her of Hana’s flowers and him listening to Lia telling him all the curiosities she knew about the different flowers she had planted.

“You have a point,” he admitted. Their future would be full of promises and perils, and that, neither of them could deny it.

“Should we make a blood pact or…?”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” he replied with a judging look. He understood Lia’s concerns. Of course he did, for he shared the same ones. But a blood pact? “What if we drop it in the water and there are piranhas?”

“There are no piranhas in this lake, Noah.”

“Alright. No blood pact then, anyway,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

“But seriously,” she insisted. “Promise that we won’t ever change, that we will always be best friends, that things won’t get complicated between us.”

Noah nodded. “I promise. We’ll keep things simple, just like now.”

They sat there for a while, the sun casting a warm glow over the lake. The tranquility of the moment enveloped them, and Lia couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. It was a delicate balance, this newfound connection, and both she and Noah hoped they could maintain it.

As they continued to talk, Noah shared more about his dreams of music, about his plans. Lia listened intently,sharing her ideas, her excitement growing at the prospect of better things awaiting for them in the near future.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, and they found themselves laughing and leaving behind the initial awkwardness after the kiss.

Lia returned to her towel after a while, wanting to soak in the sun a bit more. When a few minutes passed, Noah took another glance at her, and when he saw her smiling, lost in her thoughts, he couldn’t contain his smile either. His devotion for her wasn’t bound by blood, but it was a force that fueled his resolve to be a constant in her life.

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