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ajscico · 1 year

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Could you post your continuation of Good Enough again?

I'm in the mood for some comfort today.

Here’s the original ask. And here’s a second snippet <3 hope this helps.

It was almost an amusing sight. The bed was nearly bowing under the weight of the four piled on top of it. Wild was propping up Twilight, Wind was practically glued to Twilight’s side and amusingly enough, Legend had sat himself across legs.

“Can I pry you three off Twilight for a few minutes?” Time began, this got him a dirty look from Legend. “I just need to talk to him…” Legend’s sour look temporarily abated as he reluctantly climbed off Twilight. Wind stopped at Time’s side, tugging at his arm to get his attention.

“He’s really sad about something already. Please don’t yell at him.”

“I know. I won’t.” Time ruffled Wind’s hair. Wind let Legend pull him out of the room. Time silently negotiated with Wild to take Wild’s place behind Twilight. (‘I’m holding him up’ was Wild’s simple answer to Time’s look. Time let it fall silent until the others had well and truly left. Meanwhile, Twilight was… withdrawing into himself.

“Pup, we need to talk…” Time began finally, heart tearing just a little more when Twilight flinched.

“I’m sorry… I’ll be fine to travel come morning. I promise…” Time pulled Twilight into his shoulder.

“That’s not exactly what I wanted to talk about…we’re staying for a couple days, Three willing. You scared us pretty bad there, Pup…” Twilight started to pull away again. “Please talk to me. What happened?”

It took a while, starting with the idea that Twilight had known that shifting had been a bad idea, but had done it twice. Once to comfort Sky (‘nightmares’) and then again and already in tremendous pain (‘everyone was gonna be up soon…’) then slowly prying into the reasons why he shifted so much to hurt himself like this…

(‘Wolfie is better for nightmares… Wind prefers him to me in Hylian form… Warriors said I wasn’t around enough…) all the time, there was this thread in the words that Twilight seemed to think this was a requirement of himself… to be helpful (he used ‘useful’ as his choice of words, though this failed to set Time’s alarm bells off until later) to be better somehow... Finally, Twilight let slip his companion on his quest. Twilight had joked about the ‘princess as beautiful as the setting sun’ who had broken his heart but it was…worse than Twilight had let on. She’d left his Pup without a word and left him thinking it had all been his fault. Three help this kid… Time sent a desperate prayer into the universe and threw in a plea for wisdom while he was at it.

“Pup…I can’t speak for your companion…” Three knew he’d been searching for answers to Navi’s leaving since he was a child…and it was awful to know his descendant had suffered a similar experience. “But I can speak for myself… and you need to know…You are enough. We love you. I love you. I’m so proud of you and the goddesses better give us enough time to prove that to you.” That was the straw that broke his pup once again as the quiet sniffing that had been Twilight trying to hold himself together gave way to full aching sobs. Time pulled his Pup tighter to him. Twilight cried himself out and all Time could do was hold him through it.

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Wild was the first one to brave the doorway several hours later when Twilight had finally fallen asleep.

‘Is he ok?’ There wasn’t really a good answer to that.

“He’s asleep at least…” Wild nodded, then clambered up to Twilight’s other side. Time waved to get Wild’s attention before asking “You ok?” The fact that Wild was signing rather than speaking wasn’t a great sign.

‘Fine, just a bad day…’ Time read the body language of the Champion, twitchy, restless… squeezing eyes shut and hands twitching towards his ears as if trying to convince himself he needed hearing but didn’t want to… Wild was anxious and overwhelmed.

“You may want to find a spot other than right next to Twilight then…Wind is going to be in here the second he realizes where you’ve gone.’ Wild grumbled a bit at that but then moved so he was wedged between the wall and Twilight’s back and then curled up there to block out as much input as he could.

Sure enough, the others came filtering in by ones and twos. Wind resumed his spot wrapped around Twilight’s middle.

“You didn’t yell at him, right?” He questioned, seeing the tear tracks on Twilight’s face.

“No.” Time assured at the look. “We talked about what happened, why he collapsed… what we can do to prevent a repeat… and he told me some things about his adventure…”

“And?” That came from Legend as he took a spot on Wind’s side.

“Yes, anything we can do?” Now the bed was actually groaning under the weight as Warriors reached out to tousle Twilight’s hair.

“Boys, if you break this frame, you will be paying for a new one for our hosts…” that did manage to convince Sky and Hyrule not to also pile on.

“I can’t give many details. His story is his own and he deserves his privacy as much as any of us… but the worst scars aren’t the ones that we can see. We’ve all lost people, whether it be friends from other realms or kingdoms, family taken from us, or companions who left too soon. And loss leaves scars of its own…”

“What, does he think we’re going to just leave him?” Time let his silence answer. Four swore.

“He does, doesn’t he?” This revelation elicited several more muttered expletives that Time didn’t really have the heart to scold.

“That’s not going to be a simple fix…” Legend grumbled.

“No, it isn’t…” it had taken him years to make peace with Termina and the ideas about permanence and relationships it had put in his head.

“So we do what we can with the time we have.”

#asks and answers #lovely nancyheart11 #my wips

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hunter-clarke · 1 year

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Chapter 3: The Fight

This a continuation of Chapter 2. Based on @jojo56830's Linked Universe

Chapter 3: The Fight

As they approached the Calamity's Cocoon, they heard Zelda struggling to contain the power of the monster.

"Link, you've shown remarkable skill to make it this far. You've defeated all four Divine Beasts and overcome the trials before you. But be warned, Ganon will be coming for you, and he will not hesitate."

Suddenly, Calamity Ganon appeared as a towering mass of darkness and malice, inspiring fear and despair. The monster caused the floor to collapse, sending Link and Wolfie falling towards it.

Link quickly pulled out his paraglider and safely landed on the floor. With the Master Sword at the ready, Link and Wolfie prepared to fight.

As the monster fired a barrage of lasers, Link equipped his bow and ancient arrows, also ensuring that stasis was ready. Once the lasers stopped, Link used stasis on the monster and fired a barrage of arrows, defeating it in 11 seconds flat. As the monster evaporated, Link and Wolfie were turned into tiny sparks that followed it out of the chamber and landed in Hyrule Field.

As they were teleported out, Zelda's voice was heard once more.

“I will try to hold him back, but you must hit the glowing points!”

Link quickly mounted the horse waiting for him and urged Wolfie to keep up as they raced towards the monster. Using the Bow of Light, Link obliterated the 3-story tall boar and caused a blinding light to fly out and land in front of them. The light unleashed a fireball that engulfed the remaining monster, reducing it to a singularity.

“Link, you have shown unbreakable strength throughout your journey. You have proven yourself worthy of wielding the Master Sword, the blade that seals the darkness. And Wolfie, you have been a loyal companion to Link and a brave protector of Hyrule. I thank you both from the bottom of my heart. But I have to ask, do you remember me?” Zelda said.

“Yes, Princess Zelda,” Link said. “I remember you.”

Zelda smiled warmly. “You and Wolfie have saved Hyrule, and for that, I am forever grateful. I have faith that the two of you will continue to protect Hyrule, no matter what challenges may come.”

“We will,” Link said with determination. “As long as we have each other, we can overcome anything.”

Zelda nodded. “I believe in you both. Now, go enjoy your victory. You have earned it.”

Link turned to Wolfie, and then to Zelda. “Actually, Zelda, would you like to come home with me? It isn’t really safe here. But this is nothing compared to what I just went through to save you.”

Zelda looked surprised but then smiled warmly. "I would like that very much," she said.

Link summoned the Master Cycle Zero and helped the princess on. Then the two were riding into the sunset. When they arrived, Wolfie had warped to the house and was waiting for them.

“How did he do that?” Zelda asked.

“It’s just a thing he does."

Zelda looked surprised but impressed. "This is a beautiful house."

Link smiled at her and said, "Thanks. It's not much, but it's home."

As they walked inside, Zelda looked around the cozy little house and said, "It's nice to have a place to call home, isn't it?"

Link nodded in agreement. "Yes, it is. Especially after all we've been through."

Zelda looked at Link with concern and asked, "Are you okay? You seem exhausted." Link yawned and rubbed his eyes, replying, "I haven't slept in days. I've been busy fighting monsters and saving the world." Zelda sympathized with him and said, "Well, we can rest now. We've earned it." She then noticed that Wolfie was still outside and asked, "Does he not come in?" Link explained that he found the large wolf near Rito Village before coming to save her at the castle and hadn't brought him home before. He then noticed the earring in the wolf's right ear, similar to his own. Link told the wolf that if he wasn't comfortable coming inside, the stable was nearby. The wolf nodded and padded away. Link then suggested to Zelda that they both get some sleep while he straightened up the house. They shut the door for the night.

Click to read Chapter 4!

#linked universe #ai fanfic

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hellacioushag · 2 years

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Acotar characters as some of my fave lgbtq+ tv characters

in spite of all the homophobia this week i would like to push this gay agenda further. enjoy.

Rhys: Eric Northman, True Blood

Rhys and Eric both are the hottest and most powerful motherfuckers. They have a very select few who they love with everything they have and would straight up set the world on fire if anyone threatened what they loved. 18/10 would go under the mountain or the backwoods of Shreveport for these men.

Feyre: Rosa Diaz, Brooklyn 99

Both Feyre and Rosa present a tough exterior to the world, but when they love you they love you with everything they have. Both are loyal and fierce women, but are willing to get vulnerable with those they trust. 17/10 If anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Amren: Raphael Santiago, Shadowhunters

Amren and Raphael are both arrogant and condescending due to their age and power. Despite these flaws they are people of their word and respect others who are the same. If you betray them it’s usually the last thing you ever do. 11/10 would avoid all social gatherings with them any time.

Cassian: Jesper Fahey, Shadow & Bone

Cassian and Jesper appear sarcastic and fun loving at first glance, but there’s depth and pain behind their flirtatious comments and silly banter. They desire a real connection with someone who’s their equal in every way. 15/10 would plan a heist with them any day.

Nesta: Pam Swynford de Beaufort, True Blood

Both Nesta and Pam are powerful women who proudly wear the title of bitch. They’re loyal to a select few and would kill for or die for them without question. Both women have a very tough outer shell that takes a long time to penetrate, but once you do their hearts are beautiful and fierce. 19/10 would go to hell and have a three-way with the devil with them.

Elain: Jules Vaughn, Euphoria

Elain and Jules are cheerful and kind, but have a strong backbone and refuse to be pushed around. Like Jules, Elain will need to go through a journey of self discovery. It won’t be easy and she may stumble a time for two, but eventually it will lead her to finding out who she is and what she wants from life. 13/10 would get on a train and run away to the city with them.

Lucien: Oberyn Martell, Game of Thrones

Lucien and Oberyn are both sunshine babes. They would go into the depths of hell to right a wrong done to someone they loved. They enjoy a fun time, but make extremely deadly opponents. 17/10 would protect their eyes with my life.

Azriel: Wolfgang Bogdanow, Sense8

Azriel and Wolfie both have very difficult childhoods that they have endured and are constantly trying to overcome. They love fiercely and are loyal to a fault. They may not always have the most healthy mindsets, but would willingly walk through hell for the ones they love. 14/10 would shoot a bazooka at any baddies for them.

Gwyn: Amanita Caplan, Sense8

Gwyn and Amanita are both strong and loyal women who would face any danger in order to protect their loved ones. They are kind and gentle people, but are not afraid to fuck shit up if someone they love is in danger. 16/10 would go to war with these ladies by my side any day.

Emerie: Bill Potts, Doctor Who

Emerie and Bill are both smart and inquisitive women. They yearn for adventure and excitement. While both women struggle with a sexist society they are not afraid to be bold and let it be known that they will not accept anything less than respect. 17/10 would go traveling through time and space with these ladies.

Mor: Sara Lance, Legends of Tomorrow

While Mor and Sara are trained warriors, both are dorks at heart. These women are natural leaders and would do anything for someone they loved. They both bare scars from their past, but neither let them define who they are. 14/10 would kick your ass without breaking a sweat.

Helion: Lito Rodriguez, Sense8

Both Helion and Lito are dramatic af, demand the spotlight to be on them at all times and enjoy a good orgy. Loyal and brave, they would fight for the ones they love even if that meant putting themselves in danger. 18/10 would let them drunk dial me if they lost their flip flop.

Tamlin: Cal Jacobs, Euphoria

Tamlin and Cal are both obsessed with appearances and wanting to present as alpha males. While the public see a hetero man, they’re getting down in dirty motel rooms with other dudes. 4/10 no homo.

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marumafan · 2 years

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Comments on the murakenzu story 2021.10.29

SPOILERS under the cut

My opinion

There's quite a bit to unpack here.

0) Memo app

Posting from the iphone memo app straight to twitter... keep it classy sensei XDD

1) College

Yuuri's not going to college!? I mean.. you know. He's lucky he got that king gig of his because I wonder what he would have done otherwise. (80% of Japanese people get an education higher than high school)

I remember when a fan guessed that Shouri would get him a job working for him when he became a politician; if the king thing didn't pan out. And I mean... it's a very good fan guess, tbh.

2) Uniforms

Remember when Miko asked Yuuri if he was into "people who wore uniforms" as a euphemism for him liking guys? (douj4. change) Well, here we go! I couldn't stop thinking about that story as I read this...

I found these two guys dressing up other guys in their mind quite shocking... Is this what teenage boys are into now?

3) Mura thirst

XDDD Damn boi, you're gonna turn Shinma into Svelera XDD Are you really putting Yuuri in these costumes? The first one, I imagine is a soccer uniform, thus the shorts. XDD Yuuri's embarrassed to show them layyygs, boiii LOL XDD

But Mura's like NIIIICE.

Also, the thirst for Josa is palpable (Yeah, yeah. Yuuri agrees to it too, but I like a side of josaken to my yuuram, so I read it like that). There's a part where Mura gets mura-mura over Joza in swimwear, and I mean... I understand, but still! Bad Sensei, bad!!! *sprays water*

4) Hachimitsu-chan

Awwn.

Murata asks at some point if Yuuri is thinking of Hachimitsu-chan (Yuuri's pet name for Wolfram since 'Crossheart' April, 2006), Yuuri says "who dat?" and then says "no" in a very tsundere way, adding that 'he' is a guy so no XDD Yuuri pls. I ask again,,, who is tsundere now!?

So, Yuuri lets his imagination fly dressing up all of these characters (including Wolf!!!) in his mind along with Mura, but admitting to daydream about 'gallant, strong, brave, ririshii Wolfie' , that's too much. Yuu, boo; make it make sense~

5) Josa fashion leader

I remember when Gun-gun was the Takuya Kimura of Shinma XDD

((There's this band called SMAP in Japan (as big as the backstreet boys in the 90s), and one of the members was Takuya Kimura who got the 'best jeanist' awards (as in jeans fit him the best award... i know, Japan), and idk why but Gun-gun being the 'most beautiful' whatever always gave me Kimura vibes (Did Yuuri ever say that? Did I imagine it?? Was it all a dream O_O!?).

Anyway, I feel like Jozak is replacing Gyun now as the biggest fashionista. Gunter's too old , too much of a creep? We need someone young to bring in the masses X'D

6) Ice hockey?

Yuuri says they should bring ice hockey to Shinma...? What? How, where... how are we making the ice rink?

Lemme guess MAgic... uh-huh... I mean at least baseball you can play anywhere, but I feel like ice hockey would be a stretch.

Then again I feel like sensei threw that in just to circle back to Halloween, as a story telling mechanism. Yuuri's never talked about ice hockey before. There's no famous Japanese ice hockey players, so probably just a story telling device.

(Although imagine if they do and then Gwen and Anini end up doing figure skating XDDD SENSEI NOO! Bad sensei! *sprays water*- for those who don't know Gwen and Anini's names come from REAL figure skaters who were famous in the 2000s XDD Sensei don't!)

7) Other World Reincarnation Study Group in Yuuri's HS?

Are we gonna get new characters introduced??? Was it just a plot device to end the story?!

8) Sensei's extras

In this tweet, after posting the story sensei says : I think that Yuuri and Wolf would look good in table tennis uniforms XD She also doesn't understand why Yuuri has no problem wearing regular clothes has an issue with the soccer uniform. Sense, if you don't know then who does?

Such a short story, so much to say. I'm just starving for content at this point. Happy Halloween, everyone!

#kyou kara maou s #kyou kara maou #kkm #maruma

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supremeuppityone · 4 years

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Author’s note: This was written for Klaroline Bingo @klaroline-events. Prompt: Pain. As an Original, Klaus thought he understood death. But it took meeting one brave human to show him how little he actually knew.

Warning: The angst is back. This idea came to me when I had a health scare earlier this year and I wasn’t quite ready to work through it until now.

Chapter 121: Special Care

“Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.” ― Isaac Asimov

Klaus was a selfish man. But he couldn’t be selfish about this. This was not about his pain. He watched Caroline’s blue eyes light up as she cradled the delicate blue flowers he’d given her. It was foolish, but he imagined that his gift brought color back to her cheeks. She was far too pale. Klaus had met Caroline when he was traveling through the Andes, searching for a powerful shaman to assist him with locating the final ingredients needed to break his hybrid curse. He’d been in a right strop when he tore through the mountain village, dripping blood and chunks of flesh, and it wasn’t until he’d paused at a stream to wash off some of the gore that he heard the sweetest, most sarcastic voice.

“If you keep scrubbing that hard, you’ll rub off all your glitter.”

From her impish grin, he assumed his expression was quite comical, but for the first time in centuries, he found himself at a loss for words.

“You’re a vampire, right? Seriously?! How do you not know about Twilight?”

For the first time since that half-witted shaman had betrayed him, he burst out laughing.

And that was the moment his life changed. Because Klaus had never met a human so full of life like Caroline was. But Caroline was dying. As he thought of the pain she’d endured, he could feel his temper flaring, wishing he could unleash his fury at this indifferent world.

“Stop it, Klaus,” Caroline’s melodic voice commanded, taking him by the hand and leading him out into the garden. “It’s not your job to be angry at my cancer. Trust me — I’m angry enough for both of us.”

He watched her fussily arrange the brightly colored flowers in the lopsided vase she stubbornly kept from his disastrous pottery lesson, frowning when he noticed how her knees started to shake. He guided her to the plush daybed, mindful of his supernatural strength as he felt how painfully thin she was underneath her gauzy dress. “Trust me, sweetheart, I was furious at the world ages before you came along.”

“Yeah, but I’m special. Something about beautiful and full of light, blah, blah,” she said with a wink. “And before when you were pissed off, you’d just slaughter a village until you felt better, but this is different.” Her voice took on a more serious tone, and she slid her gaze away from his. “It’s metastatic breast cancer. I have tumors throughout my body. I can’t be cured; the best I can hope for is to keep up my herbal treatments here.”

He shook his head, doing his best to quell his anger. None of this was her fault. He knew when she’d first been diagnosed in the States, she went through the conventional chemotherapy before moving to targeted therapy treatments, but each time the cancer grew back. Finally, she’d exhausted all of her options, and instead pursued a variety of alternative herbal therapies that eventually led her to Argentina. “The kenaf seed extract and aromatherapy seem to be working,” he murmured, placing a kiss to her temple.

Caroline laced their fingers together, a familiar note of caution in her voice as she gently reminded him, “It’s true in lab trials, the extracts killed cancer cells better than some of the other herbal supplements I’ve tried. But with metastasis, there’s peaks and valleys — sometimes the disease is stable, and other times it progresses.”

“But you’re stable now,” he blurted out, hating the uncertainty in his voice.

Her smile was sunshine and joy and all of the sweet promises Klaus fervently wished he’d known centuries ago. How different his life would’ve been. “It’s like I reminded my doctors when they tried to talk me about of moving down here. It’s about the quality of my life, Klaus.”

They were distracted when a vibrant blue and green hummingbird appeared, hovering over the orange and yellow bell-shaped flowers. He heard Caroline’s heart flutter in excitement, and he did his best to ignore her shortness of breath.

Turning away, he observed the hummingbird, an odd sense of peace washing over him as he observed, “Such an extraordinary thing, mercilessly beating its wings just to stay alive. I’ve never witnessed a creature with such fire in its soul, fighting to earn every moment of its life.” He glanced back at her, his gray gaze intense while his voice was barely above a harsh whisper as he said, “Except for you.”

“Are you always so charming,” she asked dryly, reaching up to poke at one of his dimples. “Or, do you normally let your dimples do all the work?”

Klaus gave her an indulgent smile. He loved her sheer cheek; the way she never backed down from him even after she saw what he was. She was glorious. His equal in every way. “Let me turn you,” he pleaded, “my blood can heal you, and then you can be with me.”

“Ask me tomorrow.” She laid her head on his chest, palm resting over his heart. “I’m always surprised that I can feel your heartbeat. It’s strong — like you.”

“And I can hear yours,” he replied gruffly, her erratic pulse sending him into a panic that he did his best to cover up with a smirk.

“Isn’t it amazing?”

Klaus found himself leaning into the warmth of her embrace, protectively draping his body against hers as they watched the hummingbird flit from one flower to another.

Amazing.

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“You’re going to drop me,” Caroline said with a giggle, her voice muffled against his shoulder and Klaus cradled her against him.

“Nonsense, love. Even as a lad, I carried deer that weighed more than you. Even some of our goats.” As she rolled her eyes, he hastily added, “But you smell much better.”

“And I smell bullshit.”

Her delighted giggles made his heart feel like it was breaking and healing all at once. They came to a stop at the blanket he’d spread out on the dock, and he carefully laid her among several pillows. Lake Lacár was a magnificent sapphire blue today, and Klaus knew he’d always see Caroline’s fierce gaze reflected in its still waters. Gesturing to the wicker basket, he said, “I thought you’d enjoy a picnic.”

He shyly handed her a glass, pleased that the witch’s freezing spell had kept the smoothies the perfect temperature. “This has ginger in it. I thought it would help with your nausea.”

She beamed at him, taking a sip and nodding enthusiastically, “Delicious. You’re too good to me.”

He ducked his curly head, cheeks reddening slightly. “Many things have been said about me over the centuries, but ‘good’ never was one of them. I’m not a good man, sweetheart.” Snorting derisively, he added, “I’m not even a man.”

Setting aside their smoothies, Caroline huffed impatiently. “Who the hell cares? I certainly don’t. You’re smart and tough and fiercely protective. You’re basically a Rottweiler with dimples.” She leaned forward, briefly brushing her lips to his.

Every time they touched, Klaus felt as though his soul was sinking into hers a little more, and he welcomed how his loneliness seemed to vanish. He cupped her cheek, thumb lightly grazing the sharpness he found there. “And you are a cheeky minx.”

Caroline grinned, gazing across the water at the people paddling their kayaks. “Hey, when you finally get around to breaking your curse, will you take on more wolfy characteristics?” She placed her hand over his heart, her voice endearingly curious as she questioned, “I mean...do you feel your wolf now?”

Klaus was stunned — no one ever had asked him that before. “Being cut off from my wolf is...hurtful. Sometimes I fancy I can feel it move through me, but I’m never sure. My birthright is there, trapped in my blood and bones.” He sighed heavily, “And it’s beyond my reach.”

“Nothing is beyond your reach,” she swore vehemently, “you’re Klaus Mikaelson. You’re the man who survived an unspeakable, violent childhood and now has powerful supernatural creatures as his minions.” She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, dryly adding, “And you fearlessly attempted to teach me how to make alfajores.”

“And then generously replaced your oven and repainted your kitchen.”

Caroline playfully elbowed him in the ribs. “Okay, seriously? The first two fires were your fault. The third and fourth ones...meh, we’ll call it a draw.”

Lips curling into a devious grin, he kissed her soundly, delighting in the tiny surprised squeak she emitted as he ran his hands down her back. He winced slightly as he felt the harsh ridge of her spine. She shuddered in his arms, and at first, he was alarmed that he’d hurt her, but then she moaned against him, dominating the kiss and he was lost within her.

With a gasp, she finally pulled back, resting their foreheads together. A hitch in her voice was apparent as she said, “Just need to catch my breath.” Klaus found it endearing when she giddily told him, “I can feel my pulse. It’s racing! Isn’t that amazing?”

“Amazing,” he agreed, cursing his supernatural hearing that told him her heart was pounding far too haphazardly. Needing reassurance, he lightly touched her chest, the feel of it moving with every breath both a blessing and a curse. “Will you let me turn you?”

“Ask me tomorrow.” Caroline’s sunshine smile always filled him with warmth. He refused to see how her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

When a jewel-toned hummingbird briefly hovered over the blue flowers near the edge of the water, her eyes lit up excitedly. “Do you think it’s the same one from the garden? Aww, he’s alone again. I hope he finds a friend soon. Everyone needs someone.”

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Klaus knew something was wrong the moment Caroline didn’t answer her door. The morning felt different. Everything did. He took the spare key from the hideous ceramic frog she’d insisted on buying when they visited the village market because ‘it looked lonely.’ He loathed the panic in his voice when he called out, “Caroline?”

He found her lying in bed. And far too still. And he could smell —

No.

Cursing his supernatural senses, Klaus flashed away, unable to be in her room a moment longer. That wasn’t Caroline anymore.

Needing to feel close to her, he found himself in her garden. She loved being surrounded by flowers and once she’d grown too weak to tend them, she’d enlisted his help to keep everything blooming. Suddenly, a blue-green hummingbird flitted to the vibrant, bell-shaped flowers, and despite his sorrow, his lips quirked when he saw the hummingbird had brought a friend. Caroline would’ve liked that.

Caroline was gone. But she didn’t have to be. There was magic Klaus could use; a powerful coven was cheaper than buying an election these days. The right promises of power and protection coupled with the proper threats and even the most discerning of witches would pledge their loyalty.

He clenched his fists, trembling. She would be whole again. Ageless and beautiful. And his. Except Caroline never wanted to be anything more than what she was. Human. All she’d ever wanted was more time. He saw it in her earnest gaze and bittersweet smile every time she rebuffed his offer. ‘Ask me tomorrow’ was her way of telling him she craved another day at his side as a human.

Klaus was a selfish man. But he couldn’t be selfish about this.

#kcbingo2020 #klaroline fanfic #uppity bitch fanfic #klaroline #angsty angst #finally ready to work through my sht

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mothmansrevolt · 4 years

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LU Girl Scout AU (and subsequent PTA AU)

LU au where they have to pretend to be girl scouts because Time has to prove a point to the pta board and to the Karen Squad Its basically a bunch of highschoolers and singular college student pretending to be girl scouts because of both friendship and Time just shoved some sashes in their hands and said Y'all are all now girlscouts and offered to get them Chipotle as payment.

Twilight is in college(online). Warriors in a senior. Legend and Sky are juniors. Hyrule and Wild are sophmores. Four and wind are freshmen. Four is homeschooled by his grandfather though. All are in a specila branch called hylia scouts (creative i know). This means they get set uniforms and competitions with other troops over cookie selling boundaries since hylia scout troops are usually very close to eachother. There are two troops in their area including them. Troop 4296 (the Links) and 6669 (the Karen Squad) They are troop 4296 because Time wouldnt let them have either 420 or 6969

Time--a pta mom--rivals with the Karens--tired as all hell but will not hesitate to prank the karens--troop leader and/or chaperone depending on the situation--He has a million bumper stickers supporting his "girls"--honestly he's just here for the cookies--someone get this man a coffee--has two sons according to the law, but has eight in spirit--you mess with his children he will not hesitate to murder you--all his sons are arsonists and he doesn't understand why--will call the links his "daughters". half the town can't tell what children he actually has--loves coupons and discounts "Malon said I'm not allowed to start fights at the pta meetings but I will not hesitate drag her here if you insult my beautiful brats again." Twilight--Time's eldest son--only in this because he doesn't want his friends to get hurt and he loves his parents--a good boy--loves animals and will not hesitate to educate you on them--he wears overalls and if forced will wear a skirt over the overalls--he cant sell cookies for shit because nobody believes that he is a girlscout--sometimes has to duck down behind Four if certain people are around because they'll get suspicious--it does not work--He pretends to be everyone's big brother and they love him for it--perpetually confused by Wolfie "I have command over an army of teenagers and goats, nothing can stop me but gas money and my gpa." Wild--Time's second son--can pass as a girl pretty well--he destroys stuff during craft time--hot glues patches to sash--He has every one of the cooking patches and than some--Often seen with the camera photographing everything--Will help create new badges--give this boy a scavenger hunt and he will find you just about anything--has a tendency to ride on wild animals--isn't legally allowed to drive a car nor own a license. nobody knows why--second most convincing for this whole thing "This is just a glorified gang and honestly I am living for it." Four--from the neighboring farm but Twilight and Malon babysits him sometimes. he is a staple--the karens keeps trying to steal him because he is 'innocent' and 'a little lady'--this leads to ridiculous hijinks--he is small, quiet, not very mentally sound but he tries his best and is brave as all hell--owns the most badges--will rock the skirt always--fashionista or fashion disaster, there is no in-between--he's the most committed besides legend and warriors but is the most convincing--best cookie seller--Often seen handling sharp tools and knives for some reason, who gave this child a weapon?!--tends to befriend bad people--the only one with the fire safety badge even though, he to, is an arsonist--wears a vest because the sash is too big, Malon made it for him--has a bird named Ezlo who sits on his head "Sorry Miss Karen but I've been bribed with my first born child so kindly fuck off." Legend--salty and sassy--will always rock the skirt--also a fashionista and knows accessories--he's really only in this because of a running bet with warriors--he has a soft on the inside sometimes--he will get into cat fights--The other girlscouts from a rival troop HATE him because they will always lose arguments against him--knows the most about girl scouts, won't say how--Often seen blinged out with the jewelry he wins at the local chuck-se-cheese with his buddy Ravio "I have command over an entire troop of shortstacks and will not hesitate to order a strike against your fucking kneecaps. Do NOT question the authority of this skirt." Warriors--pretty boy--in a bet with Legend--also a fashionista--he is a big brother tho-- protection squad and trying his best--he is on student counsel and is a good leader--stand in when Time is busy--Often seen with a sports bag in one hand and a girl scout sash in the other--all the troops think he is a major lesbian because he keeps flirting with the other scouts--he gets more numbers as a girlscout, not that he could ever admit this "I'm a known lesbian among the girl scouts and honestly that is my crowning achievement." Sky--is here because his friends are here--He is the mom friend--second best at selling cookie because of his sweetness--He often tag teams with Four for selling cookies--is slightly confused but he's here to make sure nobody gets hurt--honestly just naps during meeting-- Often seen with blanket and a comforting hug--rival troops actually have scouts seeking out to befriend him--always forgets his skirt and is often seen borrowing his girlfriend Zelda's "Guys, please stop fighting you are all beautiful young women. Karen, you shut the frick up." Hyrule--the camper and nature boy of the group--he loves and has earned every patch for exploration and camping--tends to get lost--needs navigation patch--its been revoked from him twice--Humble and nice--often sleeps over at other peoples houses--nobody knows where he lives--it confuses the shit out of them--He is buddies with Four because Four knows the backwoods and roads the best--Often not seen due to being lost "Legend duck taped a gps to me arm and I think its lost to :(" Wind--baby boy--not as innocent as the others think--he absolutely loves being a girlscout--will play pranks on the other troops during jamborees and campouts--lives by the sea, slightly far away form everyone else--He helps with the nautical patches--hangs with the resident young delinquents, Tetra's gang. she thinks this is hilarious--he owns the troop wagon that they all use--its named King of the Red Lions or just Dave depending on the hour--only here because Twilight babysits him and his sister--also wears a vest because he thinks its cooler--Often seen with a telescope and covered in sand--someone give this child a bath "My first love may be the sea, but my second is that damned burrito, hand me the fucking skirt!" Wolfie--troop mascot--a giant half wolf half god knows what--has his own vest and patches-- has a tendency to just show up--Nobody knows where he comes from nor where he goes--he is the town cryptid and it isn't uncommon to see him pulling the troop wagon with the boys in it--Four still rides on his back--it counts as the horse back riding patch--Twilight is perpetually confused by him and its become a running gag that Wolfie is his fursona--loves cookies, sadly the cookies do not love him--can vaguely say curse words "arf" Shadow and Dark(I'm not sorry)--in karen's troop 6669 (for fun? for rivalry? who knows. they don't)--brothers--edgy bastards who are in a band together--Shadow is best friends with Four, Dark thinks he's pretty rad--Often seen with Four and the other edgy teens--both sassy, both easily pissed but trying to be kind of nice--Shadow is the only one who has achieved this--no those are not their real names, its Link and Link like everyone else in this goddamned town--HI MY nAME IS ebONY DArknESS DEMENTIA RAveN WAY--Dark is the author of My Immortal--both suck at selling cookies--tag team with Four to try and help their sales--rivals of troop 4296, they despise each other--both wear vests because Shadow wanted to match Four and Dark decided he can trick out the vest "Our mother may be a bitch and a dumbass, but at least we aren't petty white boys." "Wait Dark we are petty white boys" "FUCK" Karen Ganondorf Smith, Kaaren Link Johnson, Carhaen Reese--bitches and pta moms--runs the pta--the karen squad--Reese's daughter named Betghyani who is very nice and likes troop 4296--Johnson is mother of Shadow and Dark--they are fucking nuts y'all--they represent the three evils of the pta: the enforcer, the healthy diet extreme, and the bitch against disabled children (quiet hands!!!)--despite popular belief, Four (Link Smith) is in no way related to Karen Smith (legally at least. Karen thinks they are and it doesn't end pretty sometimes)--they all hate Time with a burning passion because he is not afraid to call them out on their bullshit "I've brought up so many stances and rules into this pta and will not have some farming hooligan upstaging the careful work me and the other heads have created!" Malon--couldn't be on pta because she almost murdered a karen with kindness--sweet and kind but can still kick ass--helped make and fix uniforms--acts as chaperone when needed and finds this all completely hilarious--she makes snacks with Wild for the meetings--has adopted all of these children--actively enforces Wind and Four to eat more because whY ARE ALL YALL SO TINY--can lift a cow "Don't talk to me or my husband or my son or my son or my eight fake sons or my lovely eight fake daughters ever again."

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #girl scouts #au #this is so stupid #but I love it #I just wanted to draw these idiots as girl scouts #Four is so done with karen's shit #Time being a dad #pta au #kinda #lu girlscout au #I wrote so much for four #I love him so much #please send help this idea came to me at 3 am #kyle waz here

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the-quiet-winds · 5 years

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Watching the Dust Go Clear

[for @qualquercoisa945]

Summer, 2019

“But I’ve never told you that before.”

“I have my sources.”

Katherine frowns. “Anne told you, didn’t she.”

“Maybe.”

“Mum,” Katherine groans. “I told her not to tell.”

Jane smiles innocently. “That’s not my problem.” Her cheery facade drops as she shifts closer to her daughter. “Now why don’t you tell me more.”

“You’ll just make fun of me,” Katherine mumbles toward her lap.

“Katherine.”

At the utterance of her unhinged first name, Katherine snaps to alertness. “Yes?”

Jane takes her hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “I’ll never make fun of you for anything, okay? You can tell me anything, as long as you feel comfortable.”

There’s a long silence between them, and Katherine very nearly contemplates letting it linger longer, not telling Jane anything at all.

But she sighs.

“When I was little,” she mumbles out, not meeting Jane’s eyes yet, “I would dream about being a princess. I knew it wasn’t going to happen,” she concedes with a chuckle, “at least when I got older, but when I was a little girl, it was nice to think about.”

Jane squeezes her hand again, urging her to continue.

“I only ever met Anne once or so, I think. I remember her picking me up. I couldn’t have been older than four or five, and I was so excited to see her hoods and her jewelry. I thought-”

“-You thought she was a princess,” Jane concludes softly. Katherine nods.

“I asked her if she was, she said no.” Katherine laughs quietly, a twinge of bitterness behind it. “I just… I wanted what she had. I wanted to be royalty.”

Jane sees where this is going, how could she not, but doesn’t want to cut Katherine off again.

“That’s how I let myself get caught up with him,” Katherine says. She gives a single sharp laugh. “I never saw it coming. I was too stupid and naive-”

“Stop with that,” Jane interjects. “You are none of those things.”

“But-”

“You want what I think?”

Katherine is a bit taken back at Jane’s sudden change of demeanor. She had been half-expecting more soothing and comforting, not a sharp, out-of-nowhere question. “Sure,” she mumbles, looking down again, ready for the telling off to begin.

“Maybe Katherine Howard didn’t have the most world experience,” Jane admits, and Katherine looks up at her in confusion. “But Katherine Seymour… now she is the smartest and most talented girl I know. She’s brave and witty and clever and the light of my life,” she continues.

Katherine can only stare at her mother for several moments, before lunging to wrap her arms tightly around her waist, clinging tightly. She buries her face in Jane’s shoulder, trying to hold back the tears that so desperately want to escape.

“And I mean it,” Jane murmurs, slipping her arm around Katherine’s back, gently teasing at the tiny baby hairs at the back of her neck. “You, Katherine Seymour, are all of that and more. You’re the strongest girl I know, sweetheart. I want you to hear that.”

Jane feels the feeblest nod against her shoulder, the faintest hint of a smile, and she pulls her daughter tighter against her.

“I love you, Kitty-Kat.”

Katherine giggles softly, so softly, at the nickname. “I love you too, mama.”

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Christmas Day, 2019

When it came to Christmas morning, Anne and Katherine were nearly worse than two six year olds already on a sugar high from sucking candy canes all night instead of sleeping.

It was barely past seven when they were dragging everyone out of bed. Well, everyone being Cathy and Anna. Aragon and Jane had already left for Christmas morning mass, promising they’d come back and put their pajamas back on to open presents.

Cathy and Anna start on breakfast as Katherine and Anne sip hot chocolate at the table, not-so-discreetly looking under the tree to see what presents were addressed to them.

Their excitement only grows when Jane and Catherine, hair dusted in pristine white snow, shiver their way back through the door. The pair are immediately escorted upstairs to change as Anna and Katherine divvy up everyone’s presents.

Usually the ladies in waiting spent the holiday with them, but those four had planned a last-minute Christmas trip to the States of all places, so the queens were alone, which, frankly, wasn’t all that bad an alternative.

As soon as Jane and Catherine return, back in their pajamas, Anne announces she’s going first.

They take turns unwrapping presents, thanking each other, then making overly-excited reactions to everyone else’s reapings.

The third time Katheirne’s turn comes, Jane can’t keep it back anymore.

“Do mine next, love,” she prompts softly, pointing towards the silvery plaid wrapped box. Katherine hesitates just a moment before doing as told, gently dismantling the paper as not to rip it.

Under the wrap is a black box, the name of a company she doesn’t recognize on the lid. She opens it and tears immediately flood her eyes.

“Is this really for me?”

“You said you’ve always wanted to be a princess,” Jane says softly. “And you may be a queen now, but now you can be the princess you were always meant to be.”

With shaking hands, Katherine removes the tiara from the box, looking between it and Jane several times, not even hearing the murmurs of the others. She hands it to Jane without a word, and her mother very gently sets it on her sleep-disheveled head.

“There,” she murmurs, tears in her own eyes. “A true princess.”

Katherine throws herself into Jane’s arms, hugging her so tight and mumbling ‘thank you’s into her shoulder.

Jane presses a soft kiss to her temple. “You’re welcome, love.” She pulls back to look Katherine in the eyes, wiping a tear from her cheek with a pass of her thumb. “My beautiful, perfect princess.”

That sends Katherine into a fresh bout of tears, clinging to Jane like she never had before. Her words are barely syllables now, all but sputtered noises. One phrase rings free, just loud enough to catch Jane’s ear.

“I love you, mama.”

Jane smiles softly.

“I love you too, my little princess.”

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#six the musical #jane seymour #katherine howard #julie writes #watching the dust go clear

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innerquotesbtsegg · 4 years

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•Alpah's Fire•

•Rachel Fawn Hunter The Alpha's Daughter•

Full Name: Rachel Fawn Hunter.

Age: 17.

Wolf: black alpha wolf - half phoenix.

Zodiac: leo.

Parent's names: Blake James Hunter & Angelina Marie Hunter.

Nationality: american.

Sexuality: bisexual.

Children: Alice & Jacob Hunter.

Brothers: Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung.

Abilities: combat and fire.

Spouse: Samuel Winchester Adler.

Living: Los Angeles.

Personality/described: loyal, faithful, self confidence, brave, troubled, crazy, rebellious, protective, violent, full of wisdom, a fighter, warrior, low self esteem, supportive, insecure, worries easily for her people, a joker, adorable, a natural beauty, easily hides her emotions, a good person, caring, funny, loving, a good sister/mother, honest, flirty.

Nicknames: wolfie/dog - huntress - blondie - bitch/whore - the alpha's daughter - kid/kiddo - girl on fire - faithful companion - lone wolf - queen of assholes/queen of the world - woman of the world - eagle-eye - buttercup - girlfriend - bulldog - beautiful - lioness - butterface - fawn - Mom.

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"Your insane!"

"Yeah, that's the best part!"

~~~

"Alright Negan.."

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"Bye bye, amigos!"

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"You better watch your mouth there, girly."

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"Oh yeah, you think your funny?"

"I think I'm adorable."

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"What're you talking about? My taste in music is better than yours!"

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"Come on! Think your Nathan Drake!"

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"Go to hell.."

"Been there- actually! Me and lucifer get along!"

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"Here, stick your dick on those blades and see what happens!"

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"Hate me for who I am, I don't care."

"Love your haters -they're your biggest fans!"

"The only way to succeed is to make people hate you."

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"I care, only for my brothers. Nobody else."

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"Que te jodan." - Go screw yourself in Spanish.

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"Who do you put first?"

"My brothers."

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"If you ever hurt my boys, I will mess you up."

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"I know.. I know In a terrible sister- I wanted to protect you from them even myself.. I- I care you so much. I hope you know that.."

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"You boys are still the same."

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"I'm with someone- oh hey! That's him! Hey brother!"

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"We all have parts that scare us."

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"I'm still learning to love myself.. it's hard.."

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"I'm so proud of you, boys."

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"No one puts me first!"

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"I don't care what happens to me, I never really have. But I do care about what happens to my brothers."

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"If anything happens to my brothers, I will tear you apart and rip you're heart out.."

~~~

"I've hurted the people I love and I mess things up easily. I try to make things right, nobody knew what I went through making me the way I am.. sometimes I wish I could be a better person like I was before."

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"My parents got killed right in front of my eyes at age of eight, got adopted at the age of 14- I grew up with my brothers trying to make me a better person, they loved me no matter what. A fire started and but me and my brothers survived.. our parents. They died making me leave my brothers behind. He wanted me to suffer because of what my biological parents did terrible.. so, he wanted me to go through what he went through.. great, isn't it? Losing every one you loved and cared for just leave you?"

~~~

"She's the Alpha's daughter; she spits fire. Gets aggressive like a hungry wolf, her heart is cold as ice as she plays people's heads like a deck of cards with her gun next to her. But.. the more you know her and be on her side the most- then she'll treat you like a sister or a mother would do like she is with her older brothers- she's just.. been through some dark times in the past and its better not to question her, I'm warning you. Only her brothers and her trusted pack know not strangers.. but.. she has a soft spot for you.. you must remind her of someone she loved so much."

~~~

"I would see her playing her guitar in the balcony every night when the stars come out and she'll just stare at them while playing. I would see one her brother's sitting next to her and sing a song with the guitar then.. I'll see her warm smile like we never seen her smile so like that; its always been a grin or a smirk."

~~~

"She's a lone wolf; we call her that everytime she comes here at this bar. Sometimes with her brothers, she's a smart and loyal kid. I just hope she'll won't be like her parents when she grows up.."

~~~

"She's a Phoenix, she'd rised before and she'll rise again!"

~~~

"She was a sweet and innocent girl back then, she's still is but she intends to hide it."

"Why?"

"She's scared of losing people who are close to her, she's lost both of her parents, her friends and almost her brothers. She's doesn't want to lose anyone she cares about."

~~~

"She may be a strong, confident and independent woman, but deep down; she's broken and fragile. She's been through hell and back."

"Yet, she's still walking. You didn't break her darling, you don't own that kind of power she holds."

~~~

"She likes you.."

"How do you know she does?"

"I don't know, its just the way she looks you? I've never seen her look at anyone like that."

~~~

"I uhh, y-you're really strong.."

"Thank you very much."

"Yeah, can you.. let go of my neck please?"

"Crap! Sorry!"

~~~

"Sam..."

"You ok, Rache? What's wrong?"

"I.. I think I'm pregnant.."

~~~

"Guys, before you kill Sam. It was technically my fault.."

"Rache, it wasn't."

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"If you lay a finger on her, you and you're friends are dead."

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"I had great dream; I was in my wedding dress with my aunt and uncle crying of joy when they saw it.. and Alice in a beautiful tiny glittery blue dress. Then, I walked down the aisle with my brother's as we cried.. then.. I saw Sam in that suit he was dying to wear someday.. god, it was good dream. I kinda wished I didn't wake up from it."

"That sounds like a great dream."

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“Be loyal to what matters.”

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“Vengeance is an idiot's game.”

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"Just do one thing or the other, don't try to be two people at once.."

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"We can’t change what's done, we can only move on."

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"You're the only one of these fools that I trust,"

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"Look, I wanna die. Besides, those sons of bitches don't look that tough,"

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"Come on out Magnus! At least die like a man!"

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"Aside from my Samuel, you're the best man I know, I know the company you keep, the competition ain't too fierce,"

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"I ain't afraid of dyin'."

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"Nobody's taking nothing from me ever again."

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“I know self defense and I will shove my Louboutins so far up your ass.”

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“You know I can charm the pants off of anyone.”

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“I run this town."

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"She gets everything she wants and she doesn't care what she hurts in the process!"

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"I can't believe how rich she is, now I know why people think she is a little selfish."

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“You can date whoever you wanna date. Not Samuel.”

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“You wanna gaslight me? I’ll set the gasoline on fire.”

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“I am sick and tired of being used by miserably ungrateful men.”

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“Look, the fantasy where you’re smart, funny, and appealing to women only exists on your laptop.”

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“How many men do I need to say this to? I don’t need your protection!”

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"Where's my goddamn brothers?! Where are they? They took them didn't they? They took my brothers!"

~~~

"Let go of me, you bitch!"

"You grabbed first!"

~~~

"It's alright miss, you'll be okay. We'll take care of you. We're not bad people."

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queen-iduna-of-arendelle · 4 years

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Love is an Open Door

For Agduna Week 2020, Day 2: Music; and Part 3 of my brand new ‘Single Mother’ Series

I had to cut a whole fic worth of story and info’s to write this, but don’t worry, part 2 will be written very very soon

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Saturday morning and Iduna is already wide awake and dug through her wardrobe. She knew she had a few hours till she’s gonna meet Agnarr —the whole day actually, since they’ll meet around 6pm— but she was just so excited. Actually she was always excited to meet him. But today’s date, he said, is gonna be something special, that just made her even more exciting.

The brunette tried on new outfits for the past hour and still couldn’t decide what to wear for the date. Should she wear something fancy or classic? Or just something she felt comfortable with? But what if he’s dressed fancy and then there’s she wearing a plain shirt and jeans? God, even after 2 years of dating this guy made her crazy! Though, she couldn’t say that she disliked it.

At some point she heard her phone buzzing on the table. She asked him if he could just tell her where they’re going and hopefully now came an answer. Well it was him, but it wasn’t the answer she wanted.

[Wolfy]: It’s a surprise

He ended it with a kissing smiley. Cute. But it’s not helping her! As she kept digging through her wardrobe, she found the dress that he bought for her. It was still weird to date someone as rich as him and at first she refused to accept the gift, but he insisted. He practically pushed the dress into her hands and refused to take it back. What a cute dork he was.

She decided to take this dress and match it with the necklace he also bought her. It was actually very embarrassing to get so many presents from him, while she’s unable to give him something back. Whenever she asked what he’d like for a present he said that being with her was the best present he could ever get. Which was even more embarrassing. But so very cute.

Satisfied with her decision, she put the dress on her bed, before cleaning up the mess she made. Once she was done, she went to the bathroom to have a long, cool shower to calm her nerves.

Once that was done as well and she felt refreshed and calmer than before it’s about to decide how she should style her hair. With the dress being half fancy, her hair could look classic. And so she dried her long hair with a hairdryer and began to braid them into one big ponytail. And her short fringe could stay like that.

Then she put on the dress. It was purple and had some nice accents that looked like crocuses. It just so happened to be her favorite flower, too. The necklace had a pendant in a shape of a hamster. It’s one of her favorite animals and he let it made especially for her. The hamster was covered with different gems that made it look fancier. It surely cost a fortune...And she did feel bad for accepting such an expensive gift. Then she put on a little bit of make-up and she was ready to go.

Just in time to meet Agnarr. Those times really made her realize how long she could take to look perfect for him. Even if he once said that she might as well meet him with bed hair and her most comfy clothes —which are clothes that are way too big for her— and he’d still think she’s beautiful. Of course she’d never do such a thing. Then the doorbell rang and she quickly ran to the door and opened it. “Hey.” She greeted him cheerfully, opening the door wider.

Agnarr leaned down to give her a quick kiss, before accepting her offer to come in. “You look beautiful.” At his compliment, Iduna looked away, blushing and tugged a lose strand behind her ear. “Thanks. You look quite handsome yourself.”

“Thanks, my little crocus.” Then she was suddenly face to face with a bouquet. Iduna was surprised, actually always was, because after two years of dating he really didn't need to give her flowers when they went on a date.

Of course she always accepted the little gift. It was really sweet of him. She took the flowers. “Agnarr, you didn't have to—“

“Stop right there.” He interrupted her, as always and kissed her passionately. And, as always, Iduna was melting into the kiss. When they parted, she wanted to pull him back, but they had to go. “I'll...put them in a vase.” Somehow this is how every date started. But she wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

Iduna went to the kitchen to get a vase and heard Agnarr follow her. “So, where are we going?” She asked again, as she put the flowers in the vase and filled it with water.

“It's a secret.”

“Come one! Tell me!” The brunette pouted, something that always helped her to get anything she wanted from him. But it looked like it didn't work this time...

“Sorry, crocus, I can't. But I can tell you one thing.” Iduna tilted her head, telling him to continue. “I hope you don't mind...Destin and Halima will be there, too.”

“Oh, did he finally ask her out?” She asked, smiling brightly. “Of course I don't mind.” Destin Mattias was like a father figure for Agnarr. His real one wasn't...exactly the best father ever. He even tried to separate them at one point and always accused her that she's only dating Agnarr for his money. But she was really glad that Agnarr didn't believe it. And then Mattias was there and actually cared for Agnarr since he was a kid. Agnarr told her that he even called Mattias 'father', while he called Agnarr 'son'. It's both sweet and sad.

Same went for Halima. Agnarr's mother died soon after he was born and she was his mother figure. When he told her this story, she always wondered why Mattias and Halima weren't dating even thought they obviously loved each other and where already parents to Agnarr.

“Great. I promise, we'll have a lot of fun together.”

Iduna got on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “I always have fun with you, sunflower.” Agnarr blushed at the nickname, like always. He’s so cute. “Shall we go?”

Agnarr kissed her forehead, still blushing. “We shall.”

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Agnarr drove them to a bar. At first she thought it’s just a normal bar, until they entered it. It was a karaoke bar. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Agnarr, no. There’s no way I’m gonna sing anything here.” It’s not like Iduna couldn’t sing. Her family, friends and Agnarr said she had a beautiful singing voice, but she was still very self-conscious about her singing.

“You’re singing great, birdy. You’re singing better than an angel.” He praised her, making her even more embarrassed.

“Don’t say such things...”

“But it’s true. Come on, my love. Destin and Halima will sing, too.” Iduna took a moment to think. Mattias wasn’t really the best singer either...and if he’s gonna be brave enough...“Okay.”

“Great! I love you! I promise you’ll have fun. I’ve got the perfect song for us!” Agnarr grinned at her excitedly, and Iduna couldn’t help but become excited as well.

“Some love duet from Disney?” She guessed.

“Of course!” The blonde gave her a peck on the lips, before looking for Mattias and Halima. They told Agnarr that they’re already here and got a good spot near the stage.

“Agnarr, Idy, over here!” Came Mattias voice and then they saw him waving at them. The man stood up to hug them. “Glad you could drag her in here, boy.” He said before letting them go again.

“Well I said it’s a surprise.” Explained Agnarr and looked at her sheepishly.

“Ah, I see, so she just found out?”

“Yes and I’m not happy about it.” Said Iduna and glared at her boyfriend playfully.

“Don’t worry, this is gonna be one of your best dates ever, I promise.”

“You guys promising me a good time is getting suspicious.” The brunette looked at the guys who looked like little boy who got caught taking a cookie.

“Will you believe me more when I say you’ll have a good time?” Asked Halima and hugged her.

“Yes.” Iduna hugged her back. “I’m glad that Mattias finally asked you out.” She said, as they sat down at their table.

“Me, too, sweetie. I thought he’d never ask.” The women laughed at the expense of the boys and they all were sure it’s gonna be like that the whole night.

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For most of the time they drank, ate some snacks and talked about everything. The people that were on the stage were sometimes good, sometimes crazy, sometimes terribly bad, but every time Iduna was glad that she could wait with their performance longer.

Then it was Halima’s and Mattias’s turn on stage and they also chose a Disney song. It’s funny that all four of them were such crazy Disney fans. And if Mattias wasn’t there for Agnarr he’d surely think it’s just for kids, just like his father always told him.

The new couple sang A whole new World from Aladdin and even if Mattias wasn’t the best singer, he tried his best.

But sadly after them it was her and Agnarr’s turn. “Come on, birdy.” Said Agnarr, having to pull her from her chair and onto the stage.

“No, no...” She mumbled anxiously, even if she’s being encouraged by their mother and father figure and practically everyone in this bar.

“You can do it, my love. Just look at me.” Said the blonde, but it was hard concentrating on him when she knew so many people were staring at them.

They got their mics and their song was revealed: Love is an open Door from Disney’s movie The Snowqueen. It was both their favorite movie of all time and knew all lines and songs by heart. But it still didn't make her any less anxious. “Okay...Can I just...say something crazy?” Iduna began, as she music started.

“I love crazy.” Agnarr replied and then it really started. While they sang, Agnarr made sure that she was only looking at him and not at the crowd watching them. It actually made her forget their audience for the whole song.

“Can I say something crazy?” Said Agnarr as the song’s about to end. She knew how the song ended and she knew what she’s gonna say. She’ll say ‘Can I say something even crazier? God, no, are you insane? I don’t even know you!’

But he crushed her plan immediately by actually going down on one knee and pulling out a box with an actual, real engagement ring in it. “Will you marry me?”

Iduna stood there, frozen in shock that he actually pulled this on her. She couldn’t even talk properly. “Can...can I...can I say something...you know...crazier?” She stuttered, watching Agnarr nodding and waiting patiently for her answer. She only realized that she started to cry when a tear was already gliding down her cheek. Sniffling, she began anew. “Can I say something even crazier? Yes!”

The whole bar began to cheer for them, as Agnarr put the ring on her finger. Meanwhile Iduna was hiding her face behind her hand the whole time, too embarrassed to look at anyone. Once the ring was on her finger, she felt Agnarr hug her and lead her off the stage. The applause kept going till they were finally back at their table. “I can’t believe you did this!” Iduna said behind her hands. “I hate you!”

“I love you, too.” He said with such a loving voice and pulled her hands away from her face. Then their foreheads touched and his eyes sparkled happily and with a crazy amount of love in them. “Forgive me?”

Iduna looked away and then saw Mattias holding up his phone. “Wait. Are you filming this?!” She asked pulling away from Agnarr and trying to snatch the phone away from him. But it didn’t work. “Stop filming!” Obviously Agnarr didn’t mind at all that they’re being filmed, as he cupped her face and kissed her deeply. Meanwhile Iduna reached out to grab that stupid phone or at least cover them a bit.

#fanfics #fanfiction #agduna #agduna week #agduna week 2020 #agduna 2020 #iduna #agnarr #halima #mattias #frozen #disney

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awesomecodies · 4 years

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Elle, the lost wolf. #lorwolf

Hi guys, this is my submittion for the Lorwolf Giveaway. I everyone’s having a good time and enjoy my piece of fan fiction. --- Every day in Loria, I fell lonely, scared, and lost. Everything here was never safe, never enjoyable, and never fun. There were just shadow hills and vast, barren wastelands. There is nothing that would interest my Wolfie-little-mind.

I don't know how I got to Loria, but somehow I did. After that, I have been trying my best to survive this wasteland. Yes, I have tried very hard. But nothing works according to plan. When you are a wolf, you suppose to go with packs. It's "suppose" because I am not sure. After all, I never was apart of one. One day, I woke up, and here I am.

But it's not that bad. One day, suddenly, everything changed. It feels like I was in fairyland. Suddenly trees have leaves, lakes that were holes and lines across the land some hours ago, there seems like some energy that is giving Loria this appearance. An invisible force pushed me outside the core of Loria, which now is glowing in bright white. Just a few seconds, then it's disappeared, nowhere to be found.

Loria is now a paradise of life, beauty, and harmony. The last day I was lonely, now I could see other wolves. But still, I don't have any friends yet; everyone who sees me always tries to speak with a weird tone and use a lot of weird-sounding words that I bet no one understands. After some tries, I end up giving up.

My life continues as usual, but more comfortable in some extend. I don't have to hunt for trees that still have some editable fruit tied to them; someday I eat leaves. But now, every tree has life, and the food they offer is tempting. Everything seems so bright. The so they called "Elder Wolves" rule over the land. And they say that as long as they are here, Loria will be land of unity, and bounty.

But like everything in life, nothing last forever. One day, the core of Loria lights up again, but this time it's not bright white, it's bright red with shades of black. The appearance screams "bad guy". And then there was a sound, screaming from all angles:

"I am Chaos, I am here to help this land gets better."

"Wolf-crap" Somehow I heard that, after some time I realised I was the one he said that. "How could Loria be better?"

Without answering anything, from Chaos strikes our dark-green spheres. After it hits some wolf near em, the wolves that already been slightly touched by the spheres, starting howling in rage. Their eyes began to glow green, they seem to be not as friendly anymore, they started attacking the nearby wolves. And like wolves do, the other non-infected wolves started attacking back. We can't control it, it's what wolves usually do.

The battle was lengthy and somewhat exhausting. I did get attacked, but my fundamental skills for hunting and my excellent eye-sight helped me a lot. We killed some of them, but some of us are also killed. After some of us are supposedly dead, they rise up like some source of zombies and start attacking others. Just fighting back won't help if we continue, we will perish.

The others continue to fight back, defend our motherland, Loria. But it's seem something is off, The Elder Wolves are nowhere to be found. Instead of the Elder Wolves, there are some glowing orbs of white, surveying the land. In a few minutes, all the shining orbs started to combine to 1, I felt a push, like every other non-infected wolves. We started rising and flew in rows neatly around the glowing orbs. Just then, a force field started rising from the ground, created a globe around us. The infected wolves began running, trying to pass that force field, but, how many they tried, they always are pushed out.

Then, the orbs started to transform into the Elder Wolves, but they still flying. They said they are surprised and inspired by some of the wolves that always keep fighting. They have thought of destroying the entire Loria and build them from the ground up. But after seeing how brave the wolves are, they decide otherwise.

They end up calling upon the sons and daughter of Totema, and gave them powers to protect us. Totema told that she actually has 5 sons and daughter, but one of them is missing or 5 years now. The Elder Wolves steered at Totema, then.. started casting spells on the 4 siblings. But, right then, I started feeling a sudden pulse, my heart stopped for a few seconds, then started beeping again. Right after, my eyes began to see other wolves, not just their appearance, but there insides. What their heads are thinking, what they are scared and not scared, their memories... I seem to like to have mind-reading abilities.

The other 4 wolves also seem to have super-powers as well. One got over strength, one got fortitude, one got the master of cunning, and one got over restoration. I don't know why I also been giving a super-power. They started to glow in bright white, and then, the Spirits Wolves are born. I don't glow in white,.. but still... I still got the powers. The Elder Wolves told them, but they seem to also tell me, to go and protect the other wolves.

Our story is just beginning, and we have so much to share.

And soon, we're going to be able to go to the unknown.

#Lorwolf

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solarflarefanfiction · 5 years

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Solar Flare 6

AN: So there’s some timeline stuff in here, which may not be perfect. In terms of Paul, in particular, the information seems to disagree. I’m pretty sure he is mentioned as being one of the wolves present to rescue Bella (or at least she remembers 3 tall figures, one of whom was Sam). But on the Wiki page it says he turned in 2006. Anyway, I find a lot of the timeline stuff in the Twilight Saga confusing/odd, so while for the most part I am going to try to keep it relatively canon, I’m might discard it whenever it doesn’t make sense. Or because I want to.

Thanks for reading, and I still don’t own Twilight.

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It was a few days later when the reality of Jacob and the pack’s fears was driven home for me.

Charlie’s harrumph over his newspaper drew my attention off of the novel I was reading. Charlie and I had reached a comfortable, if unconventional accord, which allowed us to avoid awkward breakfast conversation, when neither of us were really awake enough to appreciate the effort of making small talk.

While Charlie often huffed over sports losses, or a particularly frustrating current event, I usually took little notice, preferring my escape into romance, fantasy, or both.

But today, something about his wordless distress compelled me to respond.

“What’s wrong, Dad?”

“It’s this situation in Seattle,” He made the noise again, then looked at me across the table from him.

“I don’t want you going up there by yourself, you understand, Bella?” Since Charlie rarely attempted to curtail my activities in any way, I was surprised. A cold feeling of dread stirred in the back of my mind, like part of me knew what he was talking about already.

“Why? What’s going on in Seattle?”

“Well, it’s not just Seattle, really, Portland too, and-”

“Dad! What is it?”

“I don’t want to scare you too much, Bella, it just, it looks like they’ve got some kind of serial killer or something up there.” The cold feeling intensified. A serial killer…or something.

“They’ve had quite a few disappearances up there, the last few weeks. At first it was just some disappearances among the homeless, a couple runaways, so they couldn’t be sure if there was really something…going on. But now…” He sighed, and turned the portion of the paper he’d been reading so that I could see it. It was a picture of several young people, under a headline that read. Disappearances and Deaths Continue to Rock Pacific Northwest.

Charlie pointed to one picture, separated from the others.

“This boy, Riley Biers, he disappeared last year from Oregon, but a couple witnesses claim he’s been spotted in Seattle, near where some of the more recent bodies were found. Not that witnesses are necessarily that reliable on stuff like that. ”

Charlie looked sad and grim.

“Talked to the Department up there, not sure if it has anything to do with the missing hikers. Thought they were animal attacks, but the bodies they’ve recovered up there have some similarities.” He frowned at me in concern. “Now, don’t go telling your school friends Bella, we’re trying to avoid causing a panic.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, it’s not exactly good lunch room talk.”

“Just be careful, kid, okay.” Charlie said, carefully not looking at me, as he ventured onto the dangerous ground of emotional talk (now that I seemed to not currently be in a mental breakdown of any kind, we had gratefully returned to avoiding discussing overly personal topics). Much better to talk gruesome murder than to express emotion to your teenage daughter. I smiled fondly at Charlie, then glanced away.

“You too Dad.”

The upside of this rash of murders and disappearances being tied together, callous though it seemed to think it, was that Charlie and his deputies had officially ceased hunting for out of control wolves in the woods, making both them and the pack more safe.

On the other hand, seeing those faces was haunting somehow. Probably because I had a much better idea than Charlie how and why these people were dying. And why some of them weren’t dying at all.

In school I struggled to focus, thinking about the pictures of the missing persons. The relatively few, odd bodies.

I was very, very afraid that I knew what might be going on.

I said as much to Kim and Emily that afternoon

Kim looked surprised, but Emily just sighed.

“Sam’s been worried about this. It would explain a lot, actually.”

“Explain what?”

I glanced at the window, Quil and Seth were on house patrol today, and playing some wolfy game at the edge of the woods. Jacob, Sam, and Jared were on patrol, since them running patrol together made it easier to consolidate their major vulnerabilities, us, into one spot, which could be easily guarded.

“It doesn’t make sense, that the shifts kept happening, after…they... left. The one leech passing through, three or four wolves could have easily taken it out. Sam was a little surprised when Jacob showed signs that he was going to shift, actually, but he figured he was just so close already, it was too late for him. Plus, of all of them, he has maybe the best lineage for it.”

I felt cold suddenly.

“Even once we knew that the other one, the female, was here, was hanging around…It doesn’t make sense. Why do we need eight wolves, for one bloodsucker?” I could hear Sam’s voice, underlying Emily’s words. Leech, bloodsucker, the calm logistical sense, the instinct.

“The Cullens were here for almost three years. Sam thinks just one or two vampires, passing through the area, it wouldn’t necessarily activate the wolf genes, unless they were hunting nearby, or came onto our land. Which is rare actually, almost as if it might be instinctual...anyway...A large family, living nearby, you’d think it would have activated more quickly… Sam shifted for the first time a little over a year after the Cullens arrived. But Jared only shifted in spring the next year, about sixth months later-”

Oh, God.

“When the nomads came through.” Kim and Emily give me blank expressions.

“Victoria, Laurent, and James. They were a group of vampires, the Cullens called them nomads, came to Forks in March, last year- James wanted to kill me. The Cullens killed him in Phoenix. That’s why Victoria… and Laurent was the one they killed earlier this year.”

“Right. Well, Paul shifted about week or so after Jared, then nothing for almost a year, and then Embry shifted, then Jake, then Seth and Leah, then Quil, about one a month. It was spread out, but now this rapid increase. The Cullens are gone. It could just be some sort of flaw in the shifter genes, that it takes a while for it to get going-“

“Which doesn’t make any sense, because it’s magic, as much as it’s a gene, right?” asked Kim, suddenly, looking frustrated. “They turn into giant wolves to protect our land, and you’re saying they didn’t turn much when the Cullens were here for three years, but now they’re turning like crazy.”

“Because Victoria, or someone, is turning a bunch of people, and they are holed up in Seattle?”

“Yes, but why would pack magic care about Seattle. Unless…”

Unless they weren’t just in Seattle. Or unless there were so many of them that whatever mystical power or energy controlled the wolf transformations considered it a risk.

Or both.

They were here, or had been here, or coming here. Watching. Hunting.

To kill me. And anyone who got in their way.

How many vampires could the wolves really fight against and win?

I looked at Emily’s scarred, still somehow beautiful face. At Kim’s startled round face, which made her look years younger than she was.

They’d become my friends.

To Victoria they would only be "in the way”.

I ran out of the house

“Bella!”

“Bella, wait!”

Why hadn’t I thought? This was all because of me, and now an army of vampires was gathering in Seattle. Because of me.

I wanted to run and run. Not until Victoria wouldn’t find me, because she always would; I was pretty much doomed. But until she would never find this cosy little house, where they let me be quiet and alone when I needed it, or where I could talk and laugh over books with Kim, seek warm counsel over muffins with Emily, where Leah would burst in with her scathing attitude hiding her soft, damaged heart. Where the peace would be happily shattered by a rough and rowdy tumble of the overgrown wolf boys, weary and too brave, filling the house with welcome and family. Away from Jacob, who’d somehow pulled me back from endless despair, and who made the future look beautiful and full of sunlight, instead of dark nothing.

I stopped on the front porch.

I had nowhere to go.

I couldn’t protect myself. I couldn’t protect anyone

The wolves would come, to rescue me, no matter where I ran, because they’d promised me.

Because Jake loved me.

I didn’t have to leave. Relief

But it was only because I’d already doomed us all.

I sat down on the front porch and stared off into the forest. Waiting.

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Of course, the world refused to stop for the impending doom of almost everyone in the world I loved.

I tried to shake off the fears I’d awakened, or at least to not think about it, but that had never been my strength, and I felt myself slipping, not into the despair of last fall, but into a sort of vague melancholy, which made the world recede a bit. Now that I’d been without it, I recognized it as the odd numbing sense of distance between me and the world, like I was reaching to it through plastic wrap, or wrapped up in thick, stiffling, wool.

“Death Toll on the Rise, Police Fear Looming Gang War” the morning paper had announced. The article had detailed several homicides from the last two weeks alone. No one I knew. Not yet.

It shouldn’t have surprised me when I noticed the brightly colored flyers that appeared all over the school one morning. But the bright pink and black flyers still caught me off guard, because of one potentially terrifying word, spelled out in big, overly cheerful lettering (in which I suspected the hand of Jessica).

“Only 3 weeks to PROM!” the poster’s exclaimed.

“A Night to Remember!’ Don’t miss Fork’s High School’s Senior Prom. Saturday, June 3rd! Tickets for sale at lunch in the cafeteria!"

I stared at the posters, cheeks hot and throat dry.

“Bella!” said a soft, but cheerful and welcoming voice beside me. I spun around, blush deepening.

“Do you think you’ll go? Ben and I are so excited, and I know Jessica is already making a list of possible dates!" Angela asked, smiling at my flustered face.

“Oh, um, well. Dancing you know…"

“Of course,” she replied, comprehension clear on her face. “But you should come you know, senior year and all. And I think your boyfriend would like it."

“Jacob?”

Would Jacob like it? I had not considered that. The only time I’d danced with Jacob had been when he was still an awkward, non-supernatural human. Plus he’d been delivering a warning he didn’t understand. And I’d been dating--

It was almost an afterthought to push aside the thought of his name now. A familiar ripple of pain across a familiar worn path in my brain. Funny how it was almost comforting, compared to the thoughts I’d been keeping company with lately. At least he was, as far as I knew, safe.

“Bella? Bella? Are you alright?” Angela touched my shoulder gently.

“What? Yes! I…I never thought about it before, prom." Jake, smiling down at me. Holding me, Saving me.

Jake, dying for me.

“Well, no need to worry too much about it. But think about it?"

“Yeah,” I said, sounding vague and ditzy to myself. “I, um, gotta go."

Angela smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

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Two days later I slumped down on the couch at Emily's feeling exhausted. All aside from the possibility of impending disaster, figuring out what to do after graduation was looming more and more eminently. I hadn't applied to any colleges, or even spent anytime thinking about the future since even before the Cullens had left. And now that I was thinking again, it seemed clear that that had been a bad idea. I was tired, and the thought that if Victoria had her way it wouldn’t matter what I planned, was panic inducing rather than relieving, which was at least proof that I wasn’t totally lost.

“-Bella?” I heard, coming out of my unhappy reverie.

“Huh? Sorry...."

“I was just wondering if everything was okay. You seem distracted.” Emily looked concerned and I wondered if she knew as much about me as I knew about her, and thought she probably did.

“I just…” my eyes were stinging. I pushed away my more painful worries and instead asked “Do you think Jake wants me to ask him to prom?” It sounded so stupid.

“Prom?” Emily blinked at me, surprised.

“You know, dancing, badly decorated gyms…” I mumbled, feeling more and more foolish. “I’m not really a dance kind of person...but do you think...I thought maybe Jake might want…would he like it?”

Emily’s face softened, and she smiled encouragingly.

“I think Jake would love to go to prom with you, Bella. But I think he’d also love to not go with you.”

My face felt so hot. Why couldn’t I ever stop blushing?

“I know they’ve been busy, and that you’re worried, Bella. But you know he loves you.”

I nodded. Yes, I knew. The fears I’d entertained about imprinting, or my persistent sense of inferiority had been pushed to the background, and it gave me an odd clarity.

If I wasn’t so selfish, so needy, would I be able to push him away, to get him out of my life, of the fight? I wouldn’t. And I knew it.

And the worst part was, that I was glad that it was too late anyway, that Victoria would come and the wolves would fight no matter what I did.

No part of me was ready to say goodbye to Jacob Black. And if it came down to it. If I needed to say cutting things in order to keep him safe, like I had an infinite year ago to Charlie, well, I was pretty sure I couldn’t do it.

A tentative, gentle hand on my arm pulled me back to the present yet again.

“I think I hear them coming back.” A benediction and a curse.

Sure enough, a moment later the door banged open and four boys stomped in, laughing and shoving and taking up much more room than seemed possible.

It was a comforting distraction. It was hard to feel as afraid when they were here, filling up the kitchen, seemingly without fear, enormous and healthy.

Sam, sweeping in, his usually serious face collapsing into a boyish grin as he swept across the room to Emily.

Paul, making a beeline for the food, only pausing to wink at me, to tug one of Kim’s braids.

Quil, making a ridiculous bow and then sweeping me up into a bear hug.

And Jake, growling, but his eyes smiling, as he pulled me out of Quil’s arms, into his own.

“I’m not a doll, you know.” I protested, not upset in the slightest, raising my face for a kiss.

“Sure, sure, Bells,” he murmurs, bringing his burning lips down to mine.

Suddenly I was not out of step with the world, even if it was just for this moment.

I pushed my head into Jake’s warm shoulder. Even though he was the person I was most worried about, in moments like this I still felt like somehow...I felt safe.

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“Do you want to go to Senior Prom?” I asked, out of the blue, blush safely concealed by the dark of my truck’s interior. I felt Jake look over in surprise, but kept looking straight ahead, eyes on the road serving as an excellent excuse to not melt in embarrassment.

“You want to go to prom?” he laughed, “Bella Swan, who hates crowds, dancing, and dressing up?”

“Well,” No. That was the truth, so it doesn’t make any sense why I’ve asked. Except, they’d wanted so badly for her to go, last year, even with my leg in a cast. It made them happy, having me do normal things, even if I grumbled and complained.

I wanted to make Jacob happy. Wanted to give him all the happy memories he might want, just in case…

It felt like all the air had been violently sucked from the truck’s interior, like I might collapse in on myself, like a dying star. But I’ve had a lot of practice now, and I don’t want Jacob to know how I’m slipping to being...damaged again, so I managed to hold still enough that my hands barely shook, and when I gripped the steering wheel tighter, they couldn’t even do that.

“Bella…” Jacob murmured, gently. “If-if you want to go…”

I blew out a breath.

“I don’t Jacob, I just thought...you’re right, prom is kind of my least favorite things all rolled up together, but I thought...something romantic...you might...want...”

Oh crap, this was humiliating. What was I even saying?

Jacob laughed though, looking pleased instead of confused or annoyed.

“Awww, that’s sweet Bells.” he grinned at me, and I wanted to turn my head to look more fully at that grin, but familiarity with the limits of my own driving skills kept my eyes (mostly) on the road.

“You’re a jerk” But the tight discomfort in my chest fades.

“Tell you what,” he slings an arm across my shoulders. Holy crow his arms are long.

“Let’s do something that night. Just the two of us, or we can do something with the pack, or with your friends. But we won’t go to the dance. We’ll spare the town of Forks that much at least.”

I’m too pleased with this new scenario to care about the teasing. “Like a date?”

He’s grinning again, and just for a moment I turn to bask in that glow.

“Yeah, like a date. It’s about time, right?”

—

The warmth of that moment dispelled the half-gloom I had been stuck in, at least for the evening.

I saw something imperceptible relax in Charlie’s face at dinner, and I knew that he’d noticed.

I went to bed humming, hoping that this was one of those nights when Jake would sneak in during his patrol, waking me up in his arms.

Naturally, this was the night my nightmare came back.

It was dark, but not full night dark, more like a deep in the forest dark. I knew, somehow, that a battle was going on somewhere, in the distance. I needed to get there. To protect them.

A growl, behind me, and I spun. I recognized that growl.

“Jake?”

“Isabella”

I turned back and an angel was standing in front of me.

“Edward!” He smiled his angel’s smile and something in my heart (still) leapt.

“You shouldn’t trust them Bella. They’re animals. They can’t control themselves.”

“Who?”

The growl again, and this time when I turned A familiar red-brown wolf was there, muzzle curled back, teeth as long as my forearm.

“It’s for your own good.”

“Wha-“

“Bella” the wolf said, gasping and broken for a moment, somehow speaking human words without moving his muzzle. Still snarling at Edward, Who snarls back a lion’s roar.

Hurtling toward each other, with death in their eyes.

A too loud crash. Blood.

Jacob, falling.

“Edward, no!”

I jerked awake, panting, swallowing a scream.

There was someone in the room.

Before I knew what I was doing I was cringing back, curling my legs under myself. Preparing to- to run? Jump out the window?

Yes. Outside, away from Charlie. Away. Jake would find me.

Large hands caught me as I leapt. I started automatically, fruitlessly, to twist.

“Bella - Jesus. What are you doing? Bella!”

“Jacob?” I relaxed marginally, then all the way as he pulled me into his warm chest. I curled into him. Safe.

And started crying.

“Bella, shh, you’ll wake Charlie. It’s okay, shh, I’ve got you. Just don’t want to be murdered, Bella”

He kept up a stream of comforting nonsense, mixed with my name, his hand stroking down my back.

I raised my still probably splotchy tear streaked face to look at his. Reassuring myself that he was real, and here.

There was something in his eyes, something broken.

“Jacob? What’s wrong?”

He blinked down at me, shakes his head.

When he looked at me again, his eyes were clear of whatever I saw before.

He scowled, still gently stroking one hand down my back.

“What were you thinking Bella?”

“Thinking? About what?”

Oh right, my aborted leap for the window.

“Someone was here. But I didn’t see you. I thought- I thought- ” I’d barely been thinking, the combination of the dream, the shock of feeling myself not alone.

I pulled Jacob more firmly to me, with all my pathetic strength.

“Can you stay?” I asked, pressing my face into his chest to hide my blushing. Even though what I was asking was totally innocent.

He sighed against me, and seemed to sag a bit. All the wolves were getting tired, with this endless high alert.

“Yeah… I’ll stay.”

He moved easily toward the bed, lowering us both down, and the relief was so great that I no longer even felt embarrassed.

I was already drifting off, curled firmly into Jacob, still holding onto him, like I could keep him safe from my nightmares.

“I love you, Bella.” He murmured, and there was something, something I was missing…

“Love you” I sighed, and fell asleep.

—

When the sun made one of it’s rare, full appearances in Forks and La Push, it was hard to remember to feel worried, or haunted by nightmares.

I woke up as the sun was rising, completely warm, and with only the fading traces of pleasant dreams.

I was curled against Jacob’s side, in a way that should have been strange, but wasn’t, knees resting against his thigh, my hands curled between my chest and his side, and my forehead resting against his rib cage. I could feel his arm resting behind me, by the radiating heat.

I tilted my head up to look at his face, still relaxed in sleep, bathed in the unusually bright morning sun.

I’d told Jacob before that he was sort of beautiful, but in truth that was an understatement. I’d always found his skin beautiful, not only because it was a warm, sun-kissed rich brown, even in the gloomy La Push weather, so different from (and therefore interesting compared to) my own nearly translucent pale. But it was also so smooth and even (heaven forbid a supernatural creature ever suffer a pimple or dry skin). His face was a bit too broad, as was his nose, and his wide mouth and soft lips a bit too generous for the classic Hollywood beauty Edward had possessed. His high cheekbones could have made his face look stern, especially in combination with his straight nose, and his thick, dark eyebrows, but in contrast with his lush mouth and luminous skin, they made him breathtaking. It was a face made for emotion - meant to be laughing, talking, or as I’d realized lately- looking at me in the intent way that made my face flame and heat curl inside me.

But then again, I was in love with him.

I knew when other people saw Jacob these days, they saw his body - ridiculously tall, prematurely mature, supernaturally muscled, usually shirtless- I ran a hand up his chest to cover his heart.

I forgot sometimes, or took for granted, how beautiful he was. Because he’d brought so much beauty into my life that had nothing to do with the strength of his arms and abs, or the masculine beauty of his face.

“Mm. Bella?” he mumbled sleepily, blinking his eyes at me in sleepy affection, their deep brown a shade or two darker than my own.

I leaned up to press my mouth against his. The dream the night before and this perfect morning stirred something in me, between peace and desperation.

His hand curled around my back.

“Good morning, Jacob” I said against his lips, propping myself up to brace against his chest.

His chest rumbled under my hand with laughter.

He picked me up, and sat my on his stomach.

“You can say that again, Bells. Watch out, I could get used to this kind of morning.”

“Me too”

I wanted him. I blushed hard at the thought but there it was.

I leaned down over him, pressing my lips to his chest. It was so warm, his heart beat strong and true.

Jake’s body stiffened beneath me and he closed his eyes like he was in pain.

His hands ran up my legs to squeeze my hips (such as they were) and he sighed.

Several interesting parts of me went up in flames.

I groaned and dropped my head against his chest.

“We can’t do this, Jake. Charlie.”

“I’m not doing anything, Bella, this is all you.” he chuckled again. I kissed his chest again.

He sucked in a breath and his fingers spasmed against my hips. I smiled in satisfaction, not lifting my head.

“Charlie’s not here. Maybe he had an early shift?” He was still laughing at me.

I kissed him again, sliding lower on his body, until his hands caught me.

My brief fear of rejection was squashed by the look in his eyes.

He lifted me up as if I weighed nothing, my legs dangling down to the mattress on either side of him.

“Don’t you have to go to school?”

“Oh, shoot! What time is it?” I squirmed until he put me down, then promptly rolled off the bed.

“Ow!”

Now he was definitely laughing at me. He sat up and peered down at me. It really wasn’t fair that almost everyone I hung out with was supernaturally graceful.

“You okay, Bells?”

“Shut up, Jake.” I had about half an hour.

“Don’t you have to go to school too?” he stretched, sliding out of bed and rolling his neck and shoulders.

“Yeah, yeah. Guess I should. Sam’s got me on patrol tonight. Again.”

“You won’t be in trouble for staying with me last night, will you?”

“Nah. I was done when I came by anyway.”

I pulled clothes out of drawers blindly, and remembered just in time that I couldn’t change while Jacob was in my room.

But I didn’t want him to believe this little bubble of safety and happiness we’d woken up to.

“Stay.” I told him, ducking out of my room to the bathroom, grateful to the gods of police department scheduling who’d gotten Charlie out of the house at the right time, yet again.

Jake’s laughter followed me to the bathroom.

We didn’t have time for anything fancy for breakfast. But Jacob happily bolted down the jumbo bowl of cereal I put in front of him, while I ate my own more modest portion.

He drove me to school (in my truck), despite my half-hearted insistence that he leave for his own school day.

So when I stumbled into first period, with just 5 minutes to spare, it was warm and still blushing from a breathless kiss he’d given me in the parking lot before melting into the forest.

Jessica smirked at me as I slid into my seat. I tried to bite back my smile. Smiling too much in pre-calc was never a good idea.

“Morning, Bella. You look happy today. Was that Jacob dropping you off for school?” Angela asked, too innocently. I tried to muster a glare.

“He stopped by this morning...yeah.”

“Oh my God!” Jessica replied, in a restrained shriek.

“Shhh”

“I really want to hate you sometimes, Bella Swan. Are you bringing him to prom? Can he bring some friends, preferably ones that look like him?” Apparently she and Mike were off again. He threw a disgruntled look at her, which she didn’t notice.

I laughed, imagining the chaos of the La Push pack descending on the Forks High prom.

“I think we’re going to do something else, just the two of us, or with some of his friends from La Push.”

“WhA-” but her exclamation was mercifully cut off, by the start of class.

It resumed promptly after, and continued, with more restrained but still supportive input from Angela.

“I think the kids from La Push are allowed to come, as long as they buy tickets, I think they have to be invited by someone from Forks.”

“Yeah, there was like totally a lawsuit or something.”

“I’ll ask Jake and maybe the others. But I hate dancing, and I hate dressing up, and I hate you guys.” I grumbled, walking into last period. They froze for a moment, looking at me.

“Did Bella make a joke, Ang?”

“She really did.”

“Haha.”

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#Jacob and Bella #jacob x bella fanfiction #Team Jacob #twilight fanfiction #solar flare

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feathersnow · 6 years

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Who is Katie Holt?

This was inspired by this post by @pixiesstolemyapples and all the comments in the notes. Also special thanks to @wolfie-dragon-rider for coming up with the a specific idea. Summary: Takes place in The Feud episode. What happens when Lance gets a picture of a girl with long brown hair in a purple dress. Does he remember her name? (A03 link) A/N: Prepare for lots of laughter.

Lance thought that the game of guessing the faces of the past on the Garfel Warfel Snick was going to be easy as pie. But boy, he was so wrong.

“Alright Lance, here’s your next mystery face of the past,”

The pictures of faces flashed on the screen. As the music slowed, so did the pictures. Kolivan… Blaytz….. Salv….Shay……

Olia….

a Galran….

A cute mermaid girl..

Sal….

A robot

Laika

“Wait Pidge?” the paladin blurted out in confusion seeing his green teammate on on the board. “Why would she be on…. Oh,”

At the last second , the picture quickly changed to a human girl with long brown hair. She had matching hazel eyes as well. The girl was donned in a purple dress , a purple hairband in her hair, and had a beautiful smile on her face.

And Lance was speechless.

“Alright Lance, do you think you know her?” asked Bob breaking his thoughts.

“Ooh I know her,” said Lance shutting his eyes tight in concentrate. “She looks very familiar,”

“Yes, you have met her,” said Bob.

“I should know her from somewhere…”

“You know her very well,” the host of the show stressed

Lance tried to wreck his brain and ground his teeth with concentration. There were so many ladies he had met. This girl was human like him. He must have met her before Voltron and before they went into space. He must’ve met her in the Garrison.

“She was probably in my class,” he mumbled filtering every female classmate in his brain.

If not in his class, maybe before the Garrison.

The was so wrapped up in his thoughts he failed to see his teammates pointing to a particular person in the group.

But Bob had said he knows her very well..Is she close to him?

If she was close to him, why can’t he remember her name?

The boy broke out int a cold sweat.

“Annnnd times up,” Bob announced. The crowd let out a disappointed groan. “Her name is Katie Holt,”

Lance blinked and turned to Pidge and then to the host of the game.

And then to the picture of the girl on the screen.

“Wait, does Matt have another sister or something?”

Back in space, the sleepy paladins were woken up by an alarm clock blaring loudly.

Hunk was the first one to wake up. He looked around and let out a sigh of relief “Hey guys I just kinda dozed off for a second and had this craziest dream,” he announced.

“Garfel Warfel and Snick?” asked Pidge. Hunk gasped “No way…”

“You guys saw that too?” asked Keith “So does that mean Bob is real?”

“Bob,” Coran’s voice piped up in the intercom, “did you just meet Bob?’

“Coran, do you know him?” Allura asked.

“I’ve never met him myself,” said the Altean “but I’ve heard tales. He’s all powerful all knowing interdimentional being who judges the greatness of warriors.”

“Wait, wait, if we all had the same dream, I need to ask you all something,” Lance said. “Does anyone know who the heck is Katie Holt?”

There was dead silence greeting him back. It was as silent as the vacuum of space outside their lions.

“Um, guys?”

Hunk was the first to break the silence. By bursting out laughing. His laughter echoed thoughout the five lions.

“Uh… Lance?” That was Shiro’s voice filled with concern.

“Lance, are you serious?” Keith asked.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” said Allura.

“Oh boy this is too good,” the Yellow Paladin bellowed. “Oh my gosh, I think I’m crying,” “Guys! Knock it off ! Seriously!” Lance growled “I need help. Pidge! Do you have another sibling or family member I don’t know of?”

Everyone waited patiently for the Green Paladin’s answer.

“Maybe,” she said, her voice filled with amusement.

“Lance I can’t believe you,” Allura scolded.

“Wait how do you know her Allura? Have you met her?”

“Lance, we all know her,” Keith said, stressing his voice.

“Oh yeah, Matt talks about her all the time,” Hunk chuckled. “Pidge should we tell him?”

“Nah, let him figure it out by himself,”

“Why are you guys so mean?” The Cuban boy screeched.

“You’re the one who can’t remember,” Keith countered back.

The princess sighed. “Lance I’m very disappointed with you,”

“Please help me jog my memory guys,” he pleaded. “How long have I known her? Pidge, when did I meet her?”

The Green Paladin hummed as she thought. This caused Lance to be anxious. Because the longer she hums, the more he felt judged.

“I can say you had met her at the Garrison,” said Shiro helpfully, “She was in your class,”

“Yeah, and she is like super smart,” Hunk added.

Lance looked up at the ceiling, “If I did know her, why didn’t I recognise her in that weird dream?”

“Lance, you’re overthinking it,” Shiro advised gently. Pidge chuckled.

“Maybe..,” the Blue Paladin sighed. “It might take a while to jog my memory. She does look pretty and I wouldn’t mind going out with her,”

“OH wow,” Hunk said loudly. “I-I mean wow, you would ask her out?”

“Totally.” Lance smiled “Pidge when we get back to home, you got to introduce me to her,”

“Hey Pidge…Hello? You there?”

Pidge groaned and tossed to the other side of her make shift bed. She squeezed her eyes shup and opened them.

“Pidge, are you awake?”

“I am now,” she mumbled getting up. “What’s up Lance?”

“I ,uh, need to talk to you,” his voice sounded small. Pidge got worried.

“Give me a sec,” she replied, as she put on her glasses and walked out to the control room.

Once she was there, she turned on the camera to see an upset Lance in his pyjamas. He was looking anywhere except directly into the camera.

“Lance, is something wrong?”

He looked up for a second before breaking eye contact and casting his gaze to the floor.

“Lance?”

“I can’t believe I’m such an idiot,” he groaned bending forward and placing both of his hands on his head.

The girl’s mouth parted and she smiled.

“Aww, you did remember,”

“I am so sorry Katie,” he apologized looking at her “ I mean, I knew Pidge wasn’t your real name, and Matt had spoke about you many times-“

The Green Paladin chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. It’s all fine. I guess it’s because I’m just used to be referring to Pidge all the time. And, you haven’t seen me in my long hair before since I had cut it before the Garrison,”

“But there was a photo of you with your brother,” he mumbled.

“I think you’ve only seen it once or twice,” Pidge said reassuringly.

“Were you … disaapointed?”

Pidge’s heart stopped. “What to you mean?”

“Were you disappointed that I couldn’t have guessed you?”

Pidge pulled up her legs onto her seat, sitting cross legged. “A little,” she admitted. “But it was much more amusing to see you trying to figure it out,”

Lance groaned, burying his head into his hands, “I feel so humiliated,”

“Are you disappointed?”

Lance lifted his head “What?”

Pidge hugged her knees and looked away. “Are you disappointed that I’m the Katie Holt instead of some other famiy member?”

“What? No!!” he blurted “I wouldn’t have anyone else but you,”

The girls’ eyes widened.

“You’re amazing, intelligent and such a brave person. You pretended to be a boy to find your family. And now you are flying out in space and a paladin of Voltron with us and saving the universe. You’re the first and only human to go to travel the whole universe, battled aliens and spaceships.I mean, you’re an amazing girl.”

Her cheeks flushed with warmth and colour.

Lance realized what he had said and ducked his head. “Plus,”he added sounding a little more quieter. He raised a hand to his neck “ Katie is a beautiful name and it really suites you,”

Beautiful. He said her name was beautiful.

“You should really grow out your hair,”

Pidge’s touched her short frizzy hair. “I’ll try,”

The boy took a deep breath and looked at hair. “So, Katie Holt. Once we return to Earth, would you like to go grab coffee with me or something?”

Her heart was filled with warmth. She smiled.

“Totally,”

#plance #pidge gunderson #pidgance #katie holt #lance mcclain #voltron #my fic

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yorekichan · 6 years

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Ironstrange and fairy tales crossover ideas

So haha guess who could not resist AGAIN and made fairy tale headcanons. ;) Sorry I am just addicted. Really addicted. Plus Ironstrange fits so much to fairy tales it would be such waste to not do this. :D >//////< And I guess we all need some fairy tales magic after Infinity War... So here some dose of my silly ideas of them in fairy tales AU:

Let’s make them live happily ever after....

Frog King - So one day Tony got transformed into ... forg coz of some evil alien’s power... Nobody knew how transform him back. Even Banner or Shuri... Also Strange tried every day to make him back by magic but it couldn’t help. Then Peter said thing obvious for everyone who watch and read fairy tales. ;) That Stephen should kiss Tony. :D And it should break the curse like in every fairy tales. :D Stephen said it is just fairy tales, and if science and mystic arts can’t help some childish stories also will not help... but when they were alone Stephen were saying to frog Tony that he really miss him and he begs him to back... And if some Peter’s childish stories can help he wanna try this.. So he kissed Frog Tony and curse got broken! :D And they lived happily ever after of course (And Peter was like : I knew this! true love kiss always work!)

Snow White and Seven Dwarfs (Or more like Snow Tony and Seven Avengers) - Thanos is of course... fabulous Evil Queen King and Tony charming Snow White. :D When Mirror will say to Evil King Thanos that Snow Tony is prettiest ;), I mean more powerful of course ;) than him he will want to destroy him (and half of the world too..). Then Snow Tony will start to live in the magical forest with plan to create powerful army that will be able defeat Evil King Thanos. After some time Snow Tony will find 7 very brave and powerful friends who also want to defeat Thanos and save the world. They will all live together in little house in the forest ;) Snow Tony and Seven Avengers (Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, Black Panther, Captain America, Hawkeye and Spiderman)....and you know what will be further of course.. Big big battle full of action but also of course Tony will eat poisoned apple (Don’t ask why, he is Snow Tony ;) he knows the script ;) so he knew there was no other way... ;)) and will be in eternal slumber in the glass coffin and stuff. ;) And when Prince Stephen Vincent Strange will get to know what happened to his beloved awesome facial hair Snow Tony he will save him by true love kiss :D And they will be really making out by loooooooongest moment (with Tony’s break to saying “Why you are so late”) But then Spiderman will remind them there is still a lil tiny problem - Thanos. ;) So Prince Stephen will sigh and will destroy Thanos in one second. ;) You know fairy tale power of love (mad Strange really can do anything :D so really yes, don’t touch Tony if you wanna live ;)) And of course: They lived happily ever after (And Snow Tony and Prince Strange were making out as long they wanted ;))

Little Red Riding Hood - O.k... here let’s not even pretend it will have any plot. ;) So Strange has red cloak right? :D So hahah we have then Not So Lil Red Riding Cloak. ;) And Tony is then of course Big Not That Bad Iron Wolf. ;) And then you know. Wolf will “eat” Red... or more like this time No So Lil Red Riding Cloak will eat his Wolfie Iron. ;) Bon appetite, Stephen, you can eat your lil Wolfie.

Sleeping Beauty - I was thinking a lot about this fairy tale and Ironstrange... and I guess in a way both of them can be seen as Sleeping Beauties.... Like by all these scars both of them have and painful past... They both need someone to wake them up to better, happier life. So Sleeping Tony has his Prince Strange and Sleeping Stephen has his Iron Prince. To be honest I like Ironstrange in Sleeping Beauty AU coz it shows how much thy need each other and how much they are saving each other every day. I guess it is the same case with The Beauty and The Beast. Like for us these two wonderful heroes are of course super mega beautiful and dear human beings, “Beauties”. :D But they experienced so many, have so many scars and pain... They have many their inner demons and pain that they suffer all alone... Maybe sometimes they can’t deal with all casualties they couldn’t defend even if they would want so much or feel overwhelmed with this mega powers and responsibilities... So maybe sometimes they can’t see this beauty they have inside and they see themselves as “Beasts”... So maybe sometimes they are so scared that they could hurt someone and etc they prefer isolating themselves from people - “living lonely in the castle”. So i guess in a way both can be seen as “Beasts” that live lonely in dark gloomy place isolating from others... But then for Iron Beast will come Beauty Stephen, and for Strange Beast will appear Beauty Tony who will see “human” in them and will give true real life lesson about love and acceptance. So in a way both are on the same time “beasts” who need acceptance and love and also are “beauties” who will save their beloved beasts thanks to love and warmth.

Thank you so much for reading! :)

#ironstrange #tony stark #avengers #marvel #stephen strange #doctor strange #iron man #fairy tales #strangeiron #stephen x tony #my post #my ideas #my silllllllllyyyyyyyyyy ideas #my headcanons #long post

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theonetheycallsagey · 6 years

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Howl

Woo, picking up where Home Invasion left off! First off, a happy belated birthday to my boy @gruntnuker-rwby. He’s been such a good friend to me for so long. Second, some new faces enter the fight, thanks to another friend that has supported me so much. Hope you guys like this one!

Dash belongs to me

Sienna belongs to @gruntnuker-rwby

Team WOLF belongs to @bunbun6969 (not her main social media lol)

Far away from the factories and mines of Atlas, the tribes of the Solitas mountain ranges thrived in the harsh conditions. Through peace and war, these villages remained hidden in the mountains as one of the Remnant's best kept secrets. Despite technological and industrial advancements within the kingdom, these areas laid isolated in time. Not many other than the ones who called it home knew of its existence. Even fewer would be crazy enough to brave the ice and the howling winds to live in the beauty of untouched nature.

The sun was just rising on a new day for the village known as Kavik. Some of the townsfolk were awake bright and early, including the chief's daughter. Stepping outside of her cabin, the girl's turquoise jacket was tied around her waist despite the light snowfall that was hitting her pale skin. Silver hair cascaded down her back, almost reaching her wolf tail. She stretched her arms out to embrace the rush of the cold against her body and the smell of pine trees before making her way into town.

"Priestess Wolverina," an elderly lady called out, stopping her morning walk. "You should really be wearing that jacket."

"Ma'am, it's Wolfie, you know that," she said, her carefree smile not fading for even a moment. "And I'll be fiiiiiiine. I've grown up in this all my life. This is my element!" The old woman knew Wolfie was always one to let her addiction to fun get the best of her, and sometimes it took half the village to make sure she stayed out of trouble.

"This is the priestess we're talking about!" a young boy spoke up, his ear lined up next to a radio. "The Battle Angel! The Wild Wolf! She can handle anything!"

"Awooooooo," Wolfie playfully howls before letting out a small giggle. The old lady couldn't help but smile at seeing the silliness in her heterochromatic eyes, but she still remained adamant.

"One of your new friends you brought back with you should make sure you stay warm."

"They do, Fernie especially. But, he can't stop me from being one with the snow!" she said.

"You guys kicked ass at the Vytal Festival! The whole village was listening on the radio cheering for you!" the boy said. Wolfie smiled at him then ruffled his hair, meanwhile the old woman was ready to smack the kid’s head. Through the kid's excited rambling, she caught a snippet of the news report playing on the radio.

"…following the developing story of the White Fang raid on the Ospreay estate…"

"Turn that up! Turn that up NOW!” Wolfie yelled. The serious tone she suddenly carried in her voice caught the boy off guard. He immediately went quiet and fumbled with the dial to turn up the volume.

"Atlas officials report no casualties, but millions of lien worth of property damages. There is still no word on the whereabouts of the two missing persons, the Ospreays' son Dash and daughter Dawn. Investigations report of a scuffle in the garage, where they found collateral damage and a puddle of blood. Both Tone Ospreay and his eldest son Tone Jr declined to comment on the situation. If you have any news on the status of Dash and Dawn Ospreay, call-". Wolfie reached over and shut the radio off. Listening to it any longer wouldn't help her believe it. Her gaze was fixed on the snow beneath her feet. Her mind and heart alike were racing.

"Priestess? Is everything ok?" the old lady asked. Her head snapped back up to see concerned looks from her and the little boy. She couldn't formulate an answer, only able to bolt back toward her cabin. There, the ram faunus Fern Tremblay was waiting in the doorway. Dark-skinned with curly white hair, his leather jacket was buttoned up over a green tank top.

"Wolfie, why even have a jacket if you're not gonna wear it?" Fern said. But Wolfie almost ran past him without even acknowledging him, let alone firing off a snappy comeback. "Wolfie? What's up?" Ignoring him again, she stepped past him and looked into the cabin. Inside, another boy was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to fix his scruffy green hair. A black-haired girl was asleep in the corner, her beautiful body hidden underneath blankets. The green-haired gentleman, Owen Walsh, turned to see his leader's distress.

"Lead? What's wrong?" Owen said, his Irish accent prevalent. "Did Fern and ya have a fight last night?"

"Hey! This isn't my doing," Fern said, walking in behind Wolfie.

"Oh crap, she's still asleep," she murmured in reference to other woman in the room. "What is she gonna say?"

"Babe! What's wrong?" Fern said louder, spinning Wolfie around and holding her by the shoulders. He caressed her chin to make her look into his green eyes as he tried to give off the most comfort he could muster. Owen dropped his comb aside and slowly stepped toward them as well. Wolfie eventually sighed and brought her heart rate back to normal with a deep breath.

"It's the hothead," she said.

"Hothead? Ospreay?" Fern asked.

"What's Red got to do with any of this? Did te lad mouth off too much like usual?" Owen chimed in.

"He's missing. He and his sister were kidnapped by the White Fang," Wolfie said. Both guys shut up on the spot, and could only exchange glances of disbelief as Wolfie struggled through that sentence. Neither one of them could find anything to break the silence, so it was done by someone else.

"What?"

The female voice grabbed everyone's attention as each of them turned to face the dark-haired woman. She was now awake, sitting up in her bed. Her button-up top was ruffled and the blankets were now pushed aside. Her own face of disbelief was mixed with more outrage than the others' expressions.

"Liddy, I…"Wolfie said.

"Sis, take it easy," Owen said softly as he slowly approached her. But, she stomped out of bed before Owen could get to her

"WHAT? Kidnapped?! Please tell me this is a bloody joke, lead!" Lidiette said angrily, her British accent cracking with an overflow of emotion. Wolfie could only shake her head, feeling the tension as Lidiette's face grew dark. She screamed through gritted teeth loud enough for her brother to cringe slightly. Before anyone could think of the right words to tell her, she immediately walked back to her bed. Rummaging through her stuff, she put on her tailcoat, vest, top hat, and laced on her knee high boots. She grabbed her cane that was leaning on the wall and gripped it tight.

"I'm going to find him!" She stormed toward the exit until Fern stood in the doorway with arms up to block her.

"Nope! He could be anywhere in Remnant, and you are never gonna find him by blindly marching around," Fern said. Lidiette knew he was right, and she definitely knew that they weren't going to let her go alone. But, she still wanted to lash out at something, anything. Knowing his sister all too well, Owen stepped in, wrapping her up and lifting her in a hug before she could do anything.

"We have to do something! I will not just let them take my darling from me! I’ll kill them before they lay another hand on him!” she yelled, thrashing around in Owen's arms.

"We will do something," Wolfie said confidently, trying to console her. Her leader prowess was kicking in, the rally cry that united her team so many times before. "I want the hothead back too. He's like a little bro to me. Not to mention how much he means to you, Liddy. We just have to figure out where he is."

"How do you suggest we do that?" Owen asked, setting Lidiette back down on her feet.

"Simple. We get it from the mouth of the White Fang itself. With so many members, one of them has to give us what we want if we force it out of him. We just gotta grab the Fang's attention. Which means…" A crazy and mischievous smirk came across her face as she panned back to her teammates with eyebrows raised.

"Which means we got to piss 'em off!" Owen said with a laugh. "Oh I'm in. That's one hell of a fight!" Wolfie then looked over her shoulder to Fern next.

"Crazy, probably gonna die? Nothing unusual as far as your plans go. I'm in too. Let's go save the idiot and his sister."

Wolfie pumped her fist then walked to Lidiette. Looking down at her cane then back to her leader, Lidiette saw the conviction that made her such a great leader, especially in the biggest of crises. She set the cane down then hugged Wolfie tight. After stepping back and scanning over the rest of her team, she met them with a nod that replicated Wolfie's assurance. Owen shouted excitedly and grabbed his jacket. Wolfie smirked at her team's eagerness, and Fern wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Team WOLF was back in business.

It took Dash several moments to process that he was awake. He couldn't tell where he was, or how much time had passed. The room was dark, barely lit enough to see a sizeable red blot on the bandages that were wrapped around his stomach. In fact, the pain was the only thing confirming to him that he was awake. He tried to reach for the wound, but his hand only made it a few inches before restraints forced him to stop. After a moment of confusion, he pulled harder, but again only heard the rattle of chains.

The lights suddenly came on, blinding Dash temporarily. Once his sight came back to him, he saw Sienna stroll into the room, mask in hand. She was still in her White Fang uniform tights, but only had a black tank top on her torso.

"Not gonna hide yourself behind that mask?" Dash said, his voice shaky compared to the usual confidence it carried.

"I don't need to hide from your bullshit anymore, Ospreay," Sienna said back, dropping her mask on a nearby desk.

"Someone gets in one cheap shot and all of a sudden they can topple an empire?" Dash said. Sienna couldn't contain her laughter.

"You're still so arrogant. You don't get it, do you? A cheap shot is still a shot, and it's the one that got me one of the most powerful families in Remnant in the palm of my hand." Dash's eyes zeroed in on the fox faunus, squinting like it was all a fever dream that he was expecting to dissipate any second now. "What do you expect? You have a very punchable existence."

"I almost beat you in dress shoes. You really think you stand a chance?"

"Your own little world must be one hell of a place, Spicy!" Sienna said, laughing even harder. "You're unable to grasp that none of that matters anymore. For the first time in your pretty little life, you've lost. You're nothing more than my little plaything until I can turn you over for ransom."

"Plaything?! Ransom?!" Dash fired back, fury spilling from his voice.

"What? Didn't think I've got some anger pent up in me? From every time you put me down, insulted me, trashed me, treated me like dirt!" The giggling was gone, and now her voice was matching Dash's in intensity. She slowly stepped forward and knelt down, looking the All-Atlesian shortstop in the eyes. "I've been looking forward to this."

"If you're that fed up with me, why don't you just kill me then? Too scared?"

"Oh, please. You're far too important to let slip through our fingers. I can - and will - get every bit of information I can out of you and use it to burn your precious family business to the ground." She stands tall, looking down upon her prey. "I would've dumped your barely conscious corpse for the Grimm, but my squad doesn't kill faunus and human alike."

"How noble," Dash sarcastically snapped. Sienna's anger flared again, her semblance kicking in with her tail flicking a small spark. "Why would I talk anyways?"

"Don't you want to see your little sister again?" His heart froze. His eyes widened. The last few moments of the party played in his head, a rush of memories overruling all his other senses. Dawn's cries for help. The blood on his fingers. He couldn't get up. He couldn't rescue her.

"Don't worry. She's safe," Sienna said, snapping him back to reality. She turned her scroll for Dash to see, and on the screen was Dawn, either asleep or unconscious. Even not awake, it was clear she looked terrified, and her eyes were still puffy from crying. But, she didn't have many bruises on her. "For now."

"Fuck off, Umberon! You were always a wasteland lowlife! Just some criminal who crawled out of the scrapyard!" He thrashed against his restraints harder, as if he could break free and reach through the screen to pluck Dawn to safety. But, with each enraged yank on the chains, he only exhausted what energy he had left.

"Watch what you say, boy," Sienna said back sternly. "Or I'll make an exception to my rule and send you back to your family too charred to recognize!" She roughly grabbed his face by the jaw and ignited her semblance. Without her gloves, the embers were more uncontrollable, but they were burning his face all the same. Dash winced and pulled on his chains again, not out of anger this time, but just trying to avoid the pain.

"Aw what's the matter?" Sienna said, backing off to admire her handiwork. "Not enough aura for just a tiny little burn?"

"Shit," Dash thought. "It hasn't had time to regenerate yet." With a devilish smirk, Sienna ran a finger across his jaw once again.

"Now. Tell me what you know about your shipments. Gimme locations of your biggest ports." Dash didn't answer though. Fatigue was already setting in once again. The pain from the claw marks and the burns was turning everything into a haze. Sienna grabbed his arm and dug her fingers in, sending a shockwave through Dash's body that was too much to shrug off.

"Kuchinashi, Izolim, Lugine. Weekly shipments for each of the kingdoms. A truck convoy goes directly to the Atlas capital," Dash cried out. Sienna's grip lessened, and Dash sighed at the little sweet relief he could get. Sienna smirked once again before taking a half step back.

"There ya go. Was that so hard?" she teased amidst more cackling. "This could be good for both of us, Ospreay. I get to watch your evil corporation crumble and you get to hug your adorable little sister one day. But, you gotta behave." She glances at her scroll then nods. "Especially while I'm gone."

"Gone?" Dash questioned.

"This kidnapping job got me some notoriety amongst the White Fang ranks. I just got a couple missions in some of the other kingdoms. I'll make sure to stop by those ports along the way." Dash tilted his head in confusion. He didn't know which were the 'other' kingdoms because he didn't know which one he was currently in. Sienna continued, "That's another day though. Today, I get to play more with my new toy." Dash didn't speak back due to a combination of fear and tiredness, but neither stopped him from putting on his best scowl. Sienna met the daggers being glared at her with nothing more than amusement.

"That's adorable. Clinging to the illusion of power still," she said while turning her back. After a long pause, she looked over her shoulder and went on, "Remember when my team and I first came to Beacon? You heard we were from Vacuo and tried to brand us as 'violent anarchists' in front of everyone."

"Yeah. I remember that," he softly said, not exactly feeling proud of that moment.

"I hated that day. I was so worried that was going to ruin us on the first day. On the outside, I was fine. On the inside, I wanted to scream." Her speech was now irate in tone as she approached Ospreay once again. After a brief staredown, she surprised Dash by tightly grabbing his abdominal wound with a hand that was aflame. Tears welled in Dash's eyes as he cried out in agony.

"Well. Now it's your turn to scream for me."

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