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barnesbabee · 1 year

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moth to a flame || J.Y

Summary: He'll chase you down until you love him.

Pairing: villain!Yunho x female!reader

Words: Shakira, Shakira, eres tu?

Genre: Smut, Angst, Miscellaneous; Long

⚠️ I am not romanticizing any of this stuff, it is called villain!Yunho because these things are bad. If you need warnings don't read my stuff you never know⚠️

The sight of silver hair under a hood in the night, a faint whistle in the distance, and the sound of heavy boots hitting the concrete was the townspeople's worst nightmare. Sometimes he would carry around an axe, a crowbar, or a bat, that he would drag against the floor or hit against the brick walls as if it were a warning saying "beware, here I come".

Coming across this man - if he could even be called that, as no one could believe someone so merciless could be human - meant certain death most times.

He did occasionally just wish to strike fear upon people, but he was known for stealing, vandalizing, murdering, disfiguring, torturing... Everything you could think of and more.

It was quite easy to avoid him, one should simply remain inside as soon as the sun began to set, but to everyone's dismay, the cold-blooded killer started becoming bored, he wanted to see how many people he could terrify at the same time.

Unfortunately for you, you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. You had just exited your favourite café, drink still hot in your hand, when you heard tired screeching, as cars came to a halt, and a bunch of beeping. You turned your head to look at what you presumed was an irresponsible driver, but instead found a man.

A tall man, dressed fully in black, with his hood pulled over his head, standing in the middle of the road as if he were immortal, as if he knew the cars would swerve in his favour and not hit him. The man stood there, like a menacing shadow watching everyone's moves.

It wasn't until the wind blew over and revealed part of his silver hair and his menacing smile that people recognized who he was. The city came to a halt, and not a breath to be heard.

"I don't think I've introduced myself!" He shouted, reaching into the duffle bag by his side "My name is Yunho!"

The man pulled out two AK's and shot them at the sky. He then watched, with a smile on his face, as people scrambled out of their cars, running to safety. Others, perfectly depicting the egoism of the human race, locked themselves inside buildings, leaving their neighbours to fend for themselves outside.

Yunho sat on the hood of a car, tongue stuck out, with a huge smile on his face, as he watched the people run around like bugs hit with bug spray as if it was his own work of abstract art. The desperation of a human.

Once again hit by the worst luck possible, you ran back to the café you had just been in and tugged on the door handle. Locked. You banged on the wooden door, begging for them to let you in, but it seemed you were on your own.

You looked behind, hoping he hadn't caught you struggling and shaking in fear, but just then, you made eye contact with him.

Shit.

You wiggled the door handle as if you were strong enough to break a lock and burst in, but it was too late.

Yunho slowly removed his hood and climbed off of the car, to take a better look at you. The man's eyes widened, bewildered by your beauty, and in disbelief that someone so alluring could even be real. He took long, slow strides to get to you, your heart racing faster and faster at every step.

By the time he had gotten to you, you here crouched on the floor, your legs seemingly too weak to stand, eyes closed shut and back against the door.

Yunho grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look him in the eye. Somehow your terror, your fear... It did not please him. He did not want you to feel fear.

"Please... Don't kill me." You begged, your voice coming out in nothing but a small whimper.

Yunho tilted his head. He couldn't understand why you would think that he would kill someone so... perfect.

Before he could say anything sirens sounded in the background, seemingly getting closer and closer. Yunho grabbed your wrist and threw you inside of a random car that still had the keys in the ignition and he blasted off before the cops saw him.

In your head your death sentence had been signed, you were done for. You rested your head against the car seat and let your arms fall limp to your sides. Your relaxed outside did not match the insane heart beating inside of your chest. You wanted to run, but you knew there was no point, you were dead. Alive, but dead.

Suddenly, the car stopped. You knew that because you felt the machine coming to a halt, not because you saw it since all you could see was the world around you spinning.

There was a breeze coming from your side, and you heard a voice mixed with the endless ringing in your ear, but you couldn't make out what it said, so you didn't reply.

It wasn't until you felt the man pick you up bridal style that you lost the rest of your senses and everything went blank.

When you woke up you were in a comfortable bed, the most comfortable you had ever been. The duvet was made of feathers, the pillows were silky and there was a dim light coming from the headboard of the bed, so you could see your surroundings. To your right, big windows that displayed a beautiful view of the city's lights at night. To your left, an open door that, from what you could see, lead to a walk-in dresser, and on its side was a display case, full of trophies and pictures. In front of you was a wide door, with several paintings decorating the walls, and a vanity.

This room was pristine, well-decorated, and organized. Where the fuck were you!?

Suddenly you heard footsteps come your way, and the calm, heavy paces reminded you of the scenery previous to your black out. Your chest became heavy again, as if someone was sitting on it, and your breaths were harder to control.

You saw a tall, large figure in the glass of the large door in front of you, and it then opened slowly, revealing everyone's worst nightmare for the last two months: Yunho.

You gripped the sheets and sat up, knowing there was nowhere to run, and watched as the door revealed the whole man.

His hand reached for the light switch and he turned on the ceiling lights to look at you.

He had large sweatpants on, as well as a large, black t-shirt. He was barefoot, and honestly looked like a silver-haired Ryuzaki: with pale skin, dark circles and messy hair. He tilted his hair wile examining your body language.

You watched as he climbed on the bed, hovering on top of you. His face was a mere centimeters away from yours. He then stepped back and sat, cross-legged, in front of you.

"Are you scared of me?" The man asked, almost confused.

He looked like a little kid asking his parents if he was in trouble after spilling juice on the carpet.

Your throat felt like it was closed up, and you couldn't speak, so you just slowly nodded. You couldn't blink either, almost as if your brain had this idea that he would vanish the second your eyes closed.

The man frowned, he seemed angry at the response. He seemed to think he had done nothing to earn your fear.

"Why?" He asked, voice deep and serious.

"Y-You kill people... You torture them a-and you steal!" You explained, voice raising from the stress and fear.

"And that makes me a bad person?"

It was almost as if he lacked all sense of... anything, really.

"It does. You rob people of their life, of their freedom, of their stuff." You said, gesturing to the bedroom you were in.

"How do you know about all that? Have you seen it?" He asked, holding his head up with his head in amusement.

"Well, I saw you shoot two huge guns in the middle of the street yesterday." You argued.

Yunho shrugged.

"And who died?"

He did have you there... No one died...

"You stole someone's house!"

There was silence.

"What, you mean this house?" Yunho asked, gesturing around him.

"Yes."

Yunho laughed.

"This is my house princess. I was born here."

This time the silence came from you, as you were processing the words that came out of his mouth.

Yunho licked his lips and bit his lower lip as he got closer to your face.

"What? Only poor people get to be bad people? Rich people are such good souls, who could ever imagine a rich person being bad?"

"So you admit you're 'bad'." You said, nervously.

His hand wrapped around your neck, gently and slowly.

"I am bad, and I love being bad." Yunho whispered in your ear.

"B-but why? You got money, why do you do all that stuff when you could just... live comfortably? If- If you had issues surely you'd have the means to solve them."

He sat back on his heels.

"You seem to be under the impression that just because people don't have money they're more prone to be villains."

"Sorry, I don't mean that, I'm just asking... why?"

Yunho giggled.

"You're asking for what? My villain origin story?"

"I... guess."

Yunho sat against the headboard and moved you to sit on his lap. He didn't look very strong but committing crimes must've helped.

"Well, my curious little princess," he started, caressing your face, as he held you in place with his hand on your thigh "my mom worked in the government and my dad was a scientist. They didn't spend a lot of time at home because of their jobs but they were great parents and I loved them. When I was around 15 they started being home a lot more. The blinds were always shut for some reason and there had always been security around the house but it tripled around this time. Turns out my dad had made a discovery that would drastically help at least slow down climate change, and my mom had found out via her position that several world leaders and powerful CEO's were trying to cover it up because they would lose profit, they would lose benefits, they would lose the ability to control people based on their fear. My dad tried to spread the information but he was either intercepted or denied due to everyone's fear of 'the higher-ups'. They ended up being killed in front of me. I was hiding so no one saw me, but they were shot dead and dragged away. All of their work was stolen. I didn't even get to bury them, I didn't get to say goodbye, I didn't get to say I loved them one last time."

Yunho's eyes were glossy and they were fixated on the wall, almost as if he was re-living the images in his head. He blinked away the tears and looked at you, all emotion absolutely gone, and instead replaced by a blank stare.

"They tried to be good and in return, they got killed. So what good is it to be merciful, to try to help?"

"Yunho I am sorry that happened to you, but why do you do it to innocent people? What wrongs have those people from yesterday committed?"

"Probably a lot. No one's innocent. But it's a vice. I started with specific targets, a couple politicians, scientists, government officials, a couple wives and husbands of said people, etc... Everyone that betrayed my parents that I could target. It became a vice, seeing people's fear and panic, I loved it. I loved that I could finally do that to them, and I can't stop now. Let it be known, however, that I never actually hurt innocent people. I just scared them a little to... keep them in line, let's say. Any news saying otherwise are copycats trying to ride on my coattails." Yunho said with a smile.

There was a smile and silence before he could speak again.

"But I didn't like the fear on your face, I really did not like it at all. I don't ever want to see you scared."

"Me? Why?"

Yunho caressed your face, and then the curves of your body.

"Because you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life."

Your body instantly felt hot and you couldn't keep eye contact.

"And your way to make me not scared is to kidnap me?"

"Well, I wanted to show you I'm not that evil. I'm pretty alright!"

"What if... I want to leave."

Yunho gripped your thighs harder.

"I'm afraid that would not be possible."

"This is why... This is why I'm afraid of you."

The man's grip loosened slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you go."

You pushed yourself off of Yunho and stared him down, angrily.

"So you take me against my will and then won't let me leave!? And then you try to tell me you're not a villain?"

Before Yunho could reply you ran out of the bedroom. You weren't really sure where you were going but you wanted to be away from him. You ended up in a different bedroom, where you tried to hide in the closet. The house was huge, from what you could tell, so it would at least give you some good minutes alone.

It took about 2 minutes from that thought until Yunho found you. He knelt down beside you and gripped your neck.

"I loved this game," he said, licking a stripe across your jaw "too bad I have cameras everywhere, princess."

You looked at him with teary eyes.

"Please... Let me leave, I'm scared."

Yunho frowned at the words.

"I don't like it when you're scared. Stop that."

"I... I can't. I can't stop it."

"I will make you fall in love with me then."

You scrunched your face in disgust.

"Okay, Don Massimo, that is creepy."

The man looked confused, and tilted his head, as if asking "what the fuck are you talking about!?".

"Don Massimo? The dude from 365 Dni?" You explained further, but he still seemed to not get the reference "It's a movie about this one guy that stalks this woman and then kidnaps her and says that he will try to make her fall in love with him in 365 days, if she doesn't he will let her go. That kind of seems like what you're doing."

Yunho's ears perked up and his eyes glistened.

"Is this an interest of yours? The movie? Let's watch it!"

Before you could protest and explain why that would be beyond uncomfortable and a terrible idea, Yunho was dragging you across the house to the ridiculously big and luxurious living room.

"Yunho, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why?" The tall male said, as he ignored your complaints and rented the movie.

"It will be... uncomfortable."

"Why?" He asked, again, like a broken record, pressing play and dragging you to the couch.

"There's weird scenes..." You tried your best to explain.

You probably should've been explicit, but you were a little shy to blurt to this stranger "I don't want to watch hardcore porn next to you".

"I'll be fine, I've done stuff that some people find uncomfortable."

And with that, you shut your mouth, on one side a little anxious about the awkwardness that would ensue, but also a little curious as to if Yunho would be uncomfortable by something like that.

You let the scenes ride and watched the (awful) movie until the first sex scene came up: a blowjob. Nothing too extreme, but sexual nevertheless. You looked at Yunho sneakily, so he wouldn't realize you were staring. He was definitely a little more tense, but nothing too extreme.

It went all relatively well until the first hard sex scene began. Yunho's legs spread instinctively until his knee touched your leg, and after a particular choking scene, he whimpered.

Your head shot to look at him, and his head was resting on the couch, looking at you with hazy eyes and pink cheeks.

"I really wanna do that to you... Please." Yunho whispered in your ear.

Your body felt hot, and your stomach felt like it was twirling. You wanted to press your legs together and grip the sofa's cushions, but in no way, shape, or form did you want Yunho to know how aroused you felt.

Yes, he had kidnapped you, but he was tall, attractive, strong, he had huge hands and to hear a dangerous man like that whimper and beg for you... It did things to you. The extra adrenaline coming from the danger element didn't help the case either.

"Talk about being attracted to toxic men." You thought.

Someone once said "It's better when it feels wrong" and you thought the sentence stupid until that precise situation, where you were perfectly aware of how fucked up it was.

"I said it would be uncomfortable. I'm not doing anything." You desperately hoping he would drop it, 'cause if he pushed you any further you'd give in.

To your surprise, he stood up.

"I don't want to be pushy, I accept your no."

He started to walk away, leaving you confused.

"Where are you going?" You asked, not moving from your place.

Yunho stopped for a second and looked over his shoulder, in your direction.

"If you're not gonna finish me off, then I will." He resumed his walk and then stopped once more "Don't try to leave, I have people outside that won't be as gentle as I am."

All of the speech sent a slight shiver down your spine, but you remained in place. You heard a door close in the distance and immediately sighed and relaxed against the couch.

"What. The. Fuck. What the fuck is going on!?" You asked yourself.

You figured you had a bit of time to kill, so you turned off the awkward movie and began your tour around the stranger's house. It was humongous, it had a modern stereotypical 21st century mansion vibe, and the rest of the place followed suit with the bedroom: clean and organized. No one would've guessed it was the house of a killer.

At some point, you began recognizing the paintings on the walls so you figured you had ended up back in the same place. You were about to turn around and try to find undiscovered areas when you heard a sound. The most beautiful, butterflies-in-the-stomach creating sound.

You got closer to make sure it was what you thought it was (or that was what you tried to convince yourself was the reason, deep down you just wanted to hear it better).

Yunho was whimpering and moaning like there was no one else in the house like there was no one to hear him fucking himself like crazy. You pressed your ear against the door, and your legs started rubbing together.

"If you're gonna be pressed up against the door listening to me can I at least be behind you?"

You froze at the sound of Yunho's voice, and he could tell by the way your legs stopped that you didn't know what to do. Yunho chuckled and fuck was it beautiful.

"The door isn't opaque, it's just like a car's tinted windows, I can see you, but you can't see me. Come in, princess. This time you can't deny you want me, you came to me."

You were hesitant as you reached toward the door handle, and again, Yunho could tell from your movements.

"Fuck," he groaned "ignore the fucking moral conflict in your head and come fuck me."

That was about what broke you. You were already very near the limit, it wouldn't have taken a lot to break you, and that surely did.

You opened the door confidently, but shut it back shyly, after seeing Yunho. The room was purple from the LED lights and there were all kinds of sexual paraphernalia on the walls. Yunho was lying on the bed, fully naked, fringe stuck to his forehead due to all the sweat, chest heaving up and down, and a black, leather choker that connected his neck to the headboard with the help of a chain.

Yunho called you over with his finger, and a cocky smirk on his face.

You walked over to him, slowly, very wary of his surroundings. Taking note of this, Yunho grabbed something and threw it at you. When you caught it you stared at your hands until your eyes adjusted to the lights and you could make out what it was. A key.

Yunho sat up on the bed and leaned forward, until the chain stopped him.

"I'm all tied up princess, you got control over me. Now come here."

You set the key on the ground, far from him, and stepped closer. When you were by the bed you turned around and removed your jeans. Slowly and with your ass perked up so he could take a good look at it.

With one hand, Yunho jerked himself off, and with the other he smacked and groped your ass.

You playfully slapped his hand away.

"Are you gonna make me beg, princess?"

You got on top of him, your clothed cunt rubbing against his hard cock.

"Maybe."

Yunho rolled his eyes back into his head and his hips against yours.

"Please, use me as you want, princess."

You bent down and kissed his neck, letting him grab your ass and push your core against his cock. He incessantly rubbed his cock against you as you worked on his neck, until you sat up to remove your shirt.

Yunho whimpered and bit his lip at the mere sight. You then kissed down his abdomen, until your lips reached his tip.

You started slowly, taking his tip in your mouth, sucking on it, and helping out with your hand. As time went by, you were taking more and more of him, until his hand was tangled in your hair and his cock was hitting the back of your throat. After a while, he was thrusting his hips into you, but he suddenly pulled on your hair, taking his cock off of your mouth.

You looked up at him, wondering if you did something wrong.

"I don't wanna cum in your mouth. I want to cum in you, make you mine."

You smiled and climbed on top of him. Your lips hovered over his, slightly touching but not enough to be called a kiss, until you thought "fuck it" and kissed him. It was sensual and intense, but not teeth-clashing rough. You could tell he was trying not to hurt you.

His hands gripped your ass and guided your body to grind against his cock. Said hands then sneakily made their way up your body and removed your shirt.

"I feel like I've begged enough, princess. just ride me."

You ran your tongue across your teeth and removed the remaining underwear.

"As you wish, baby."

Slowly, and with Yunho's help, you inserted him in you. The male threw his head back, his neck complimented by the accessory holding him back, and moaned.

"Shit, fuck- Who knew you could look ever better." Yunho commented with a shit-eating grin as you began riding him.

You grabbed your tits and sped up the pace. You were both a sweaty, whimpering mess. The look on Yunho's face made you forget how wrong and fucked up the situation was, and all you could focus was on how hot he was, and you horny he got you.

Yunho smacked your ass and guided your hips up and down his cock.

"You're doing so good princess, fuck."

"Shit Yunho, you're so big-"

"Do I make you feel good? Hm?" He asked, delivering another spank to your ass.

"Yes- yes, so good."

With those words, and the beautiful way his name sounded leaving your lips, Yunho broke free of his restraints and flipped you around.

You looked at him, shocked.

"I could always break free from that, I just wanted you to feel safe until you felt comfortable, and given the situation," he said, pausing to look at the way his cock entered you "I'm pretty sure you're comfortable."

You gripped his neck and pulled his face down, closer to yours.

"You little shit." You said, before closing the gap and kissing him.

Your hands gripped the hair on the back of his head as he fucked you. Your moans mixed with Yunho's in the kiss.

When his pace picked up he pulled away from your lips.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna feel you up good, yeah?"

"Fuck, fuck- yes!"

Three strong thrusts and Yunho buried his cocks deep in you, as he came with a loud groan.

He wasn't done, however. After you felt his dick slip out of you, it was replaced with his fingers and tongue, playing with you expertly until you came.

Yunho then handled you with care, pulling the sheets over your body and laying next to you, keeping you company while you slept.

The next day you woke up in a different bed and were quite startled until you found Yunho next to you. His eyes peeled open, as you ended up waking him by moving so violently.

"Good morning." He said with a groggy voice.

His hair was messy and his cheeks were red and puffy. You couldn't believe that was the face of a killer.

"How did I get here?"

"Oh I carried you here, I wasn't going to let you sleep in a sex room."

At least he was caring... You guessed.

Surprisingly, Yunho's cockiness was correct. The man was intoxicating. The way he cared for you, the way he fucked you, the way he loved you... It was unlike anyone else. You stopped being scared of him and started feeling safe. Even when he let you leave, you didn't. This was the one time you allowed yourself to do something ludicrous and spontaneous, a fucking stupid thing that would come back to bite you in the ass but while you were in it you enjoyed it more than anything else. Yunho brought out a side of you you didn't know you had, but enjoyed nevertheless.

The way he would leave the house and drive across the world to buy you authentic Italian pizza if that's what you wanted... It was the man you deserved. And for that, you were willing to ignore the crimes.

The crimes that died down once you appeared in his life, he was so intoxicated by you, so completely drunk in love that any rage or hatred was completely absorbed and vanished.

It was the same love that made him careless, his head was in the clouds and he lived and breathed for you. And the same way he lived for you, he died for you.

After years of searching, Yunho was tracked down, his recent negligence lead to him being followed, and three months after you had initially been brought to his house, gunfires were heard outside. Yunho, that was kissing you in the middle of the living room, pulled away and looked at you.

He was terrified. It was the first time, ever since that dreadful night when he was 15, that Yunho felt scared.

He was terrified to lose you, he was terrified that you'd feel scared again and he wasn't there to make you feel safe.

"Yunho?" You asked, looking at him with worry.

His eyes filled with tears, that, no matter how hard he tried to fight back, eventually ran down his cheeks. The man smiled, knowing his fate. The payback for his crimes... Life was indeed cruel, and he asked why must his happiness be taken twice.

"It will be okay, princess. Don't be scared, please." He held your face in his hands and kissed you softly.

"It won't Yunho! Please! Let's run."

"I have to pay for what I've done, but you have to go, before they see you."

There was a loud thud and a bunch of heavy steps echoed in the house.

"I will be with you until the end." You told him.

And Yunho didn't fight it. He held you close and kissed you, tears streaming down his face. The kiss was full of emotion. There was need, desperation, love and sadness to the mix.

"He's here!" You heard a loud voice yell right by your side.

"I'm not afraid, because I'm with you."

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"And I love you."

After those four words, Yunho's eyes closed for the last time, and he let himself go. He didn't get to say he loved you, but you knew, and you knew you'd never love like that again.

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azsazz · 1 year

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Moonlight Rising

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Isn’t this what living in the Night Court is all about? AKA: You feel like one of the stars and you love Azriel because he reminds you of the thing you adore the most, the moon.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,409

Notes: This is the song that inspired this fic and I literally listened it to repeat while I wrote this. 💙🌙

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“Look at the moon,” you murmur, eyes awe-filled and casted towards the sky.

“You always say that,” Azriel responds just as softly, admiring that look on your face, committing it to memory. He’s afraid that speaking too loudly will wake the glowing beacon hanging above or draw your attention away from it.

The silver of the moon reflects in the pools of your eyes and he feels so lucky that it’s him you’re here with right now. It’s like a secret between the two of you in the late hours of the night when it’s just you and him and the moon, the rest of the court asleep and dreaming. But not the two of you. No, you’re here, hand in hand and walking amongst their dreams, the stars.

You shrug, grinning, and as your gaze slides to him the admiration doesn’t falter. It makes his heart flutter and his bones soften. “I like to see what she’s up to way up there. How she’s feeling.”

“How she’s feeling?” his brows furrow as he glances up at the moon in question. It’s big and full, painting of metallic light, casting a magical sparkle throughout the streets. “What do you mean?”

“You mean you don’t feel that?”

“Feel what?” he questions, and he realizes that he’s let his guard down, too comfortable in your presence. He calls upon his shadows from where they’re lazily trailing along the winding path, but they have nothing to report.

“Oh, come on! Here,” you shake your head, pulling Azriel to the center of the square, “Lie down with me.”

Azriel watches you fall to the ground in the center of the square, settling onto the uneven cobblestones on your back, looking up at him with a brow raised.

He glances around the streets. It’s too late for anyone of sound mind to be roaming around. The arts district is quiet.

So he joins you, planting himself directly beside you. His wings are tucked awkwardly and they brush against the rough ground beneath him but he’s willing to lay for as long as you want if you keep looking at him like that, love-drunk on stardust.

His heart thumps in his chest like the first time you’d ever held his hand.

“Now close your eyes.”

Azriel stares at you. You’re so beautiful in the moonlight like this, happy and free.

You squeeze his hand with a soft smile, urging him to follow your instruction. Your lashes kiss the tops of your cheeks. “Close your eyes, Az.”

His cheeks burn, but he does as you say, adjusting himself, the pattern of the cobblestones is uncomfortable but he’s slept on worse. He wonders if he complains enough you will give him one of your massages that always turn into something more–

It’s quiet. He can hear your breath, the sounds of bugs serenading the night.

“You feel that?”

Whatever you’re feeling he doesn’t. But what he does feel is the warmth of the palm of your hand on his own, the bones of your knuckles pressed to his, your fingers utterly relaxed in his slightly tense grip. He can feel the sliver of moonlight in his chest, that string from his mind, his body, his soul, connecting him to you, to everything that you are. It shimmers.

“Yeah,” he breathes anyway, “I feel it.”

“Do you think the stars gaze back at us?” You stun him sometimes. When you’re not taking his breath away with your beauty you’re asking him silly questions he’s never considered, patiently awaiting a serious response.

He loves you for it. Your mind, unmatched.

“I suppose they could be,” he ponders, turning toward the stars. “Although they’d probably think us crazy for lying on the hard ground in the midst of Autumn staring up at them.”

You laugh and his heart soars.

“What do you think that one does?” you ask, pointing to a star just north of the moon.

Azriel tries to pinpoint exactly which one you’re talking about but there’s so many in such close proximity that he doesn’t think that he can, but he answers anyway, an amused smile on his lips.

“A baker, I reckon.”

Your finger shifts in a different direction, “And that one?”

“Swordsman.”

“How about that one over there?”

“Town fool,” it rolls off his tongue easily, the rapid fire back-and-forth.

“And her?”

“Thief.”

Your hand falls and you make a face at your mate. “A thief?”

He shrugs in response, “What? They can’t all be nice.”

You huff in disagreement. You suppose he’s right though. It did look a little dimmer than the rest.

Letting the night wash over you once more, you settle. Being out under the moon and the stars with Azriel is something that you’ll never tire of. And you’re thankful that he’s willing to go with you, whether it’s admiring them from afar or answering your playful questions or flying you with them, across the night sky.

“Why do you like the moon so much?” Azriel breaks the comfortable silence, voice barely a whisper, as if he’s afraid of the answer.

You swallow thickly, blink slowly as all of the reasons you love the moon rush through your mind.

“There are many reasons,” you start, thumb brushing over the rough scars of his hands. You let your head fall to the side and he’s already staring at you, golden eyes so different from the silvery moon in the sky. They look like the sun, and light up every part of your soul with just a single glance, in the same way that you are the moon, seeing through all of his darkness.

“Tell me your favorite.” It’s soft, small smiles like you’re sharing a secret.

“I think your hands are the first thing I loved about you,” you admit.

Azriel frowns, nearly dropping your hand. Your fingers tighten around his loose ones so they don’t slide from yours.

That wasn’t what he had asked. He didn’t ask you to lie to him, didn’t ask you to bring up the marred flesh over ruined muscle and charred bone. He flinches because when had they stopped becoming a constant reminder and were now just…a part of him?

“Why?” Azriel’s throat is tight and his heart pounds in his chest. His eyes hurt, prickling with the unfamiliar feeling of tears, something he hasn’t done in years, and he wonders if the moon is actually affecting him in some way. He doesn’t want to talk about this but he wants to know why such an ugly part of him can be the thing you loved first about him.

“Look,” you nod back towards the moon but he doesn’t look away, eyes flickering between yours as if looking for any sign that you’re lying to him or about to change the subject.

You flood the bond with the warmth that the sun within him makes you feel, and he looks.

Taking his hand that you haven’t yet let go, you raise them up into the air between you, until the back of his palm sits next to the moon in your line of vision.

“Look at them,” you whisper, teary eyed and soft smiled.

And Azriel does. He’s overcome with emotion as he stares back and forth between the moon and his own hand, really looking. It doesn’t take long for him to understand why you’ve said what you did, with the way that the roughness of his hands look like that of the moon. Dips and pock-marks alike, both imperfect and rough but yet somehow they’re your favorite things in the world.

He sucks in a harsh breath as he assesses, and you let him take his time, watching the realization wash over his features in the bright moonlight. His long, inky lashes clumping together with wetness, the bob of his throat as he swallows the lump of emotion lodged there. You can feel what he’s feeling, down the open bond. Never closed, not for you. Apprehension and fear melting away into something more, something stronger. Love and pride.

“We’re the same,” he breathes, tearing his gaze from his hand and the moon shining down.

You nod, a tear of happiness slipping from the corner of your eye that reflects silver in the light. Azriel brushes it away with his fingers, hand still holding onto yours tightly.

“I love you to the moon and back, Az.”

“To the moon and back, (Y/N),” he promises.

#Azriel #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #azriel/you #azriel x you #azriel fluff #azsazz #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotarxreader

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undyneluvs · 1 year

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Tsukishima x F!Y/N reader in which Tsukki is only nice to her?

a/n ; I’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve been having trouble trying to find motivation to write, but I got it back! Here ya go, anon 💗

cw; fluff

Tone

Kei Tsukishima.. the name of your friend .. best friend? You weren’t sure what your relationship with him really was. All you knew was that the two of you were really close and nothing could get between you two.

Everyone always gave the two of you a confused look, and you knew why. Tsukishima was notorious for his bitchy personality and always making unnecessary comments. That always had your mind racing, though.

What is so different about me?

The question kept circling around your head every moment of the day. While you were eating breakfast, lunch, dinner.. volleyball practice, at the beach, even before you go to bed. Sometimes the question pops up in your dreams.

On a hot Summer day, Tsukki invites you to the beach, which, why would you ever say no to? Of course you accepted, and once you got all of your swim attire on and packed, you met with him in his car.

“Hey y/n, I’m glad you actually decided to come.” Kei chuckled, looking at you and then straight at the road. “Are you all ready?” He asked, looking at you from the corner of his eye and watching as you slowly nodded your head. He instantly noticed something was wrong with you. You would’ve been more enthusiastic with your answer, a simple head nod is completely unlike you.

His smile slowly faded when you just gave that nod. He began to drive and decided to roll the windows down, but all of a sudden the sound of his wheels dragging against the street started to bother him. Same with the loud wind. You would always be talking to him, whether it’d be your ranting about one of the worst girls in your volleyball team or about Hinata and Kageyama bugging you to help them practice.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, the tone of his voice making your perk up and gulp, you could feel a shiver sent down your spine. You wouldn’t be so scared, but you were so used to the silence that your heart began to race as soon as he opened up his mouth.

“Tsukki..” you paused for a long time which made him worry. “What?” He asked. “What is it? Did someone say something before you left?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s not that.. how come you’re so nice to me? Everyone is always coming up to me and saying that they’re surprised that you’re never snapping at me, ‘cause sometimes you even snap at Yamaguchi.”

Tsukishima stayed quiet, a bit of blush appearing on his face. The two of you finally arrived at the beach, and he parked right before opening his mouth again.

“Y/N..” He said, turning his head to you. “I think everything about you is great. You’re really funny, smart, and beautiful. Like, really really beautiful. Not only that but you’re not annoying like some other of my teammates over at Karasuno.”

You could feel your heart thumping again.

So hard that you can feel it in your ears.

“I really like you, y/n.” Tsukki said, gulping. You can see his bandaged hands trembling a bit, waiting for a response.

“I like you too, Tsukki.” you said, giggling as you held his face and planted a kiss on his lips.

#undyneluvs #tsukki #tsukki x you #tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfic #fanfic #fluff #haikyuu fluff #kei #kei tsukishima

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decompose1 · 2 months

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whats it like being an angel? if youre okay with sharing :o) im curious!

sorry this has been in my inbox for a few days! i've been trying to find the words to answer it. it's a little complicated!! (not that it's bad you asked or anything, i've just never tried to put it into words!)

i feel that i was put on this world to do good things. i like to help with stuff, like taking on moderation positions and helping friends and giving gifts and stuff like that. i like trying to make people happier. ever since we left the hospital, and i've existed, i've been able to see the world through this lens He didn't- the world is full of so much beautiful detail. the colors are bright. the birds and bugs sing for us. the light beams stream through my window in the morning and light up my messy room in a way that almost makes the mess look pretty. the wind feels good on my face and i can do anything i want to. i've taken to trying to take a walk every day if i can manage it, and on those walks, i try to take a picture of at least one thing that made me smile. so my camera roll is now full of pictures of flowers and mushrooms and graffiti i liked and funny stickers and people's pets and beautiful signs. the world has a new light. people are beautiful and interesting and new. every creature the universe has to offer amazes me, from glorious birds and lions to little bugs and parasites. i told my girlfriend i like to listen to the sound of insects buzzing in place of music at work sometimes and fae called this angelic of me.

i have some trouble understanding negative and unclean emotions, because it wasn't my job to feel those. i'm one half of a whole. but it's okay. i like that i can be a sunbeam instead of rotting like we used to

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the-faceless-bride · 2 years

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It was 'just a prank'

<-Part 1

It was a long long struggle; Josh being put into a Mental hospital, being given medication that he would insist didn't work and no one listening, him crying to you about how helpless he felt.

You wanted to help him, more than anything you did.

Hearing his whine and whimper in his sleep as he clung to you, how he always woke up with a sob and placed his head right into the crook of your neck as he mumbled to himself, you listened kissing his forehead and giving him words of reassurance.

He never kept secrets from you, you are the one he tells everything!

About how he doesn't like his meds and sometimes refused to take them, about how he can still hear and see his sister and how they taunt him, about how he hated the feeling of not only his parents not wanting to deal with him in such a state they just wanted to send him off and Pump him full of drugs that don't work just to shut him up for a few hours, about how he was... Angry that all his friends just... Abandoned him... It's not that he wanted to see them but it bugged him that they never even bother to check-in. Especially Sam and Chris, he wasn't really mad at them.

He was a bit bitter that Sam didn't just stay at the door and wait to stop Hanna before she went in, and how Chris challenged him to that stupid drinking game... But then again he didn't know, he couldn't have known... And the fact it still pissed Josh off made him feel worse.

He wasn't a good brother...

He wasn't a good son...

He wasn't a good friend...

He wasn't a good person...

It had almost been a year now, and you and Josh only continued to get closer.

Instead of just going straight to bed to prepare for his night terrors; you both stayed up facing each other, talking about anything and everything sometimes you would make Josh smile, it was small... But it was a start.

In the mornings you would both wake up tangled in each other's limbs, but instead of you both awkwardly scrambling to detangle yourself as you used to at first, you now just laid with one another, not saying a word laying there, occasionally looking into the eyes of each other and not looking away.

It was a cold night, winter was coming.

The wind blew harshly on the old Washington home, you and Josh were sitting under the large fuzzy covers of his warm, soft bed; huddled close watching silly cartoons.

He needed a break from horror...

The only light in the room coming from the tv and the small bedside lamp, your arms wrapped around each other added to the warmth and you both were content.

Well, at least you were until Josh's phone lit up with a notifying 'DING!'

He reached for his phone without looking away from the scene on the tv screen, he unlocked his phone his eyes lingered on his phone.

But what got your attention was a little sniffle, when you looked up at him his eyebrows were stitched together and he was biting his quivering lower lip.

"Josh? What's wrong?" You ask him, your voice softer and in a high pitch than normal.

You sat up, pulling him close and letting his head rest on your chest. Josh tries to take a deep breath to keep himself together... He was doing so well...

"I just... I don't know what they want from me. I'm better now. I am! It's almost the anniversary, and they were my family too... Why-" his voice cracked, he couldn't hold in his tears anymore.

You hushed his sobs, "it's ok Josh, it's ok to be upset. It's ok to not be ok Josh." You whisper to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

He looked up at you, his beautiful eyes looking from yours and then down to your lips before they flicker back up again.

You both lean a bit closer

"I don't know what I would do without you..." Josh whispered,

You smiled, and let him move in closer.

You both share a soft kiss, your fingers running over the small curly hairs at the base of his neck.

His phone buzzed again, but neither of you bothered to care; you just remained lost in each other, both in each other's world.

You both felt like you were made for each other...

You helped him, you cared for him, you loved him.

He needed your help, he want to take care of you, he was madly in love with you.

Attached to you.

You were going to help him, he was going to take care of you, you were going to help each other with everything and anything...

No matter what it was.

Josh walked back into the large living room, it was off for you to be sitting in the lodge again.

After staying with Josh in his home going back to the lodge for the anniversary of his sisters.

He sat on the large bouncy couch right next to you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him.

Now officially using the labels of 'partners' he was much more open to touching, and he wasn't going to cut down when the others came.

Josh has been talking about inviting the old friend group back, while it took some convincing on Josh's part but he had convinced you fully.

He was so smart.

After some small talk, cuddling, and a small make-out session. You pulled apart to greet the group that was currently freezing outside.

You talk with Sam and Ashley as Josh Left with Chirs, after a few minutes later Chris opened the front door and a small critter runs out shortly after making you jump before laughing.

You all start to go inside, Josh comes up behind you using his knuckles to lightly push into your sides making you squirm at the tingly feeling.

"The little critter scare ya, babe?" He laughs as he rushes to put his hands on you and pull you back so you couldn't run from his tickles.

But your moment was ruined, Mike and Jessica running in yelling about party people or something.

"So, uhh- you guys are like... A thing now?" Ashley asked as she looked to the others, they all looked confused.

Jess and Mike looked slightly confused as to what Ashley was talking about as they both thought it would be obvious they were, but when they followed Ashley and the group's eyes they landed on Josh.

"Together? Josh? Please, he's a hookup guy." Mike says, assuming they were asking if he was in a relationship.

Not noticing you had moved behind Josh, you didn't know them too well. But you don't think they would be so happy to see you after how you left off on a not-so-good note with those two and Emily, speaking of where was she?

"Actually, I've officially taken myself off the market. " josh says making Jess raise a brow.

"Oh yeah?"

"Up! In a happy relationship actually, if I knew it was this great I would've tied myself down sooner!" Josh jokes turning around placing a hand on the side of your head, brushing some of your hair with his thump, and smiling at you.

The rest of the group seemed split on how to feel. Some were happy for Josh! Happy to see him be better and to find someone who accepts him and doesn't judge him.

Some felt uncomfortable, thinking that even though he may seem alright. They don't think he should be in a relationship right now... Especially with someone who was there that night...

And a couple didn't like the idea at all, great. Not only does Josh most likely still pissed at them and now he is with Hanna's best friend who was most likely still pissed and now they were both gonna cause issues.

But you and Josh didn't bother or mind any of the others, he just took your hand and took you towards the fireplace and tried getting a fire going.

"Oh my God. That is so gross. Are you trying to swallow his face whole?" And there was Emily.

And then the fighting started and it got louder, more aggressive, and only got worse when Matt tried to step in and it clearly didn't work...

Josh was getting upset at the fighting as this is not how he wanted this night to go... But what really made him put his foot down was seeing you start to get anxious with the two girls.

He knew that look in your eyes, you always helped him. Now he was gonna start helping you.

"STOP IT! this is not why I asked you all back up here!"

Josh had shut down the fight and sent Jess and Mike to the guest cabin before turning back to you.

Holding you close like you always did to him, whispering reassurances as he kissed the top of your head.

It was gonna be a long night...

Part 3 ->

#slasher imagine #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #josh washington x reader x matt taylor #josh washington imagine #josh washington #jd x reader x josh washington #josh washington x reader #josh x reader x matt #until dawn josh #until we meet again #until dawn imagine #until dawn headcanon #until dawn x reader #until dawn

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trippygalaxy · 1 year

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Nicknames For You! Pt.3

Includes: Sky, Hyrule, Four, Wind (Platonic)

Pt 1 - Pt 2

Sky

My other, other half

It became a inside joke between you two! You once called Sky you’re “other half” while relaxing by a beach The Chain had stumbled upon. Sky, flustered and touched by your words couldn’t help but say it back to you, but was quick to correct himself after a moments thought.

Sky, seeing your confusion, realized he had to explain a thing or two. So, he did. Sky spoke about his Loftwing and how he -and many others from his home- saw their Loftwings as their other half! But he was more than happy to have you be his other, other half. And how could you say no to such an offer?

Pumpkin

The thought of pumpkins themselves bring him fond memories of home. When he ran around balancing stacks of pumpkin that dwarfed him in size to the sweet smell of pumpkin soup he would deliver. Those were among the few happy memories he had during his adventure. Was he a little stress during it? Sure! But he felt like he could relax and forget the dangers he had faced.

Sky would be lying if he said he didn’t feel that way when he was with you. You reminded him of home and the memories he cherished, you made him feel so free. Just like home.

Cuddle Bug

You’re the BEST cuddle partner!! It doesn’t matter what position or who is the big spoon, he loves to hold you and to be held by you. Though most people might believe that HE would be the one to initiate the cuddles, he is more than willing to admit it was you! I can’t blame you!- I mean, Sky is like the softest, most comfiest person to sleep on!

Hyrule

Lucky Charm

When you’re by his side Hyrule can’t help but feel unstoppable! Your encouragement and support will never not make him flustered. Hyrule had always felt like luck was always fighting against him, and his fears worsen when he met the rest of The Chain. He felt less than, compared his companions, even when they told him otherwise! But with you, with you everything just clicked. With you by his side, everything that once scared him turned into but minor threats. Something he could over come while he held you close. Everything was just right with you.

My Hero

While yes, he is the hero of Hyrule sometimes heroes need heroes too! Hyrule admires you so much. He admires you so because no matter your flaws or fears, you continue to be the bravest person he knows! He looks to you for inspiration and comfort, for encouragement and criticism, for everything that he does not have but yearns for. You will always amaze him, no matter what.

Sweetie

You’ve got to be the sweetest person he’s met! Maybe you can be cold or stubborn with others, but with him you can’t help but warm up to him. Even the most sweetest of candies can’t compare to his Sweetie! He just can’t help the fuzzy feeling that spreads through his body when he sees your face. Everything you do warms his cheeks and leaves him with a goofy smile on his face!

Four

Precious

Oh, how else could he describe you. One word could never truly express how important you are to him but if he were forced to choose, “Precious” fits you perfectly. You are far more precious than any jewel or weapon, and he will protect and love you with all him might.

Giggles

Your laughter is one of his favourite things in this world (and every other) and he’d do anything to hear it. The way your body moves with each laugh that escapes you fills him with so much joy, he might burst! But as much as he loves your full, untamed laughter, he can’t help but swoon every time he hears you giggle.

Lovely

“exquisitely beautiful.“ That is the definition of Lovely and boy, Four couldn’t agree more! No matter what or where you guys are, you are the most stunning person he has ever seen. You could be dripping with sweat and covered head to toe in monsters guts and Four will still watch you in awe, stunned by your beauty.

Wind (Platonic)

Partner in crime

A very true statement! It’s not often that you two are far from one another, but when you are--well, everyone should look over their shoulders. You are his biggest helper when he wants to prank someone! You two are always on each others side no matter what!

First mate

He started calling you this when The Chain had stumbled into his Hyrule, you had manage to help Wind with working around a ship they found! You both made an amazing duo as you two manned the ship.

To him, you are the first person he can turn to for help or advice. Wind trusts you with everything, even a ship! He would be lying if he said he didn’t think about sailing the seas with you! He’d make you in first mate in a heart beat if, you too, wanted to cross the seas with him.

Dude!

Normally he calls you “dude” either when he’s really excited about something or when he’s irritated. He’ll come up running to you, calling out and saying he wants to show you something! Or the other scenario, he plops down next to you with a pout and crossed arms. He won’t talk for a bit unless you ask him what’s up --or he just gets bored of waiting and starts ranting. Normally it’s about the Chain and how they “baby him too much,” which is true in some cases but that’s not the point!

(Apologies for any typos or weird grammar!)

#linked universe #linked universe headcanons #lu #linked universe x reader #linked universe sky #lu sky #linked universe hyrule #lu hyrule #linked universe four #lu four #linked universe wind #lu wind #reader insert #IT'S FINISHED!!!!#FINALLLYYYYYYYY #linkeduniverse #tales out of orbit

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Small Worries

Here we go, my K18 Day 2023 Entry! Had to power through a stomach bug that seemed to go away and then had a resurgence (and may have lost sleep and caught a cold trying to get this written down) but we did it! So, without further ado, enjoy this entry.

“Look, Babe, I appreciate the concern and all, but I'm OK, honest.” A short, disheveled man, sat in a chair facing the living room couch, bald head splotched with small burns and sweat-streaked dirt.

“Hush. Let me work.” A beautiful blonde woman shook her head and shifted slightly on the couch as she swabbed at a small burn on her patient's cheek

Krillin sat slumped in his chair, frowning. He'd come home from his training session with Goku just a bit disheveled, and 18 was acting as if he'd just come back from the middle of a war zone. She was totally overreacting... though he dare not tell her that. When 18 got like this, he found it best not to protest.

She dipped a fresh swab into some rubbing alcohol and touched it to one of the burn marks on his head, causing him to wince and pull back in discomfort. “Gah!”

“Stop whining, you've been through worse. Though not usually from training with friends.” Her expression was unreadable to most, but Krillin knew what was on her mind.

“18, I know it looks bad, but this happens sometimes. You don't need to worry about me, alright?”

She halted for a moment, fixing her icy blue eyes on his, expression still unchanging. “I don't, huh? I seem to recall you saying that the first time you came home from spending the day with Goku with your gi shredded like this, bruises all ove-” she jabbed the cotton swab at him. “Don't bother with the joke, I saw the other guy and he was fine.” She frowned. “I... worry sometimes. Can't help it.”

Krillin turned his head downward to stare at the floor. “I'm sorry. I didn't realize this was worrying you so much. It just feels... so good to be back in action again, I guess. Spend more time with Goku again.”

18 rubbed his cheek softly. “I know that, honey. I really do.” She gently cupped his chin and lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Hey... I'm not telling you this has to stop. OK? Just... I really need you to try to take a little more care of yourself. Marron and I both worry about you. You're not some weird alien who bounces back stronger from this sort of thing.”

Krllin broke eye contact, trying to look anywhere else than at her. “...yeah. I know...”

18 frowned again, softer and less stern. “Sweetheart, look at me.” She cupped his cheeks and turned him to face her once again. “You're still strong. You still have more strength in you than anyone else I know. You have such a strong moral compass. You have the strength to be willing to put others above yourself and your desires, which is not as common as people think. She smiled. “You have the strength to show compassion to people that even your own friends thought didn't deserve it, and for that I'm forever grateful.” She gestured toward the window with a tilt of her head. “And so's 17, not that the tsundere bastard will ever admit that to your face...” she saw him try to suppress a smile. “There's more to being strong than just muscles, dear.” She allowed a hand to drift down and gently rub his shoulder. “Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy these too. Just know I'd still love you even without them, OK?”

He blushed and allowed a small smile to slip through. “Yeah. OK.” He reached over and placed a hand on top of hers resting on his shoulder. “I really don't like to make you guys worry. It's part of why I've been a lot more careful lately, honest. And so has Goku.”

18 raised an eyebrow. “If he's been so careful, how exactly did you wind up coming back looking like you'd just survived planetary destruction?”

Krillin removed his hand quickly and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Well-ah... y'see... it wasn't actually Goku who did this. See, he and I were training together and our session was going on for a while. Then Vegeta showed up all upset about it-”

“Vegeta?!” 18 froze, bottle and swab she'd been preparing still in hand. “What did that prick have to do with you?”

“So, ah, funny story... it turns out that he said Goku told him he'd come train with him for a while over on Bulma's private island, and he said what we were doing was cutting into his time...” Krillin tapped his index fingers together. “And well, he kinda, sorta... stepped in to hurry things along. Heh...”

Krillin gulped as he saw 18's eyes narrow. “S-sorry, babe. I can always stop for a while, it's fine.”

18 closed her eyes and shook her head. “No. Krillin, why do you think I'm mad at you?” She leaned forward and gently swabbed a scrape on top of his head. “You did nothing wrong, Goku didn't do anything wrong here really...” she frowned and looked out the window. “That pig-headed 'Prince', on the other hand...”

She sighed. “Krillin, I know how much you sacrifice for Marron and I, and I know how much this makes you happy. Seeing you so enthusiastic and full of energy again... it makes us happy too.” She caressed his cheek again. “I need you to stop worrying that you need to apologize for enjoying yourself here. Do I worry? Absolutely. You're kind of a big deal to me, y'know?” He chuckled and looked down, blushing. “I'm serious. You're my best friend. My home. My everything. So of course I'm going to worry a bit. But if a little bit of temporary worry is what I need to endure for you to have your happy place, then so be it. Besides,” she winked. “You always know how to help me get over it.”

Krillin felt himself turn beet red and shifted a bit in his chair. “Heheheh... I suppose so.”

She poked him lightly in the chest. “So let's stop with the moping, huh? Next time that royal pain in the rear shows up and lets himself get carried away though, you tell me. I'll deal with him.”

Krillin's eyes went wide. “Uh... 18, don't get me wrong, you're strong, amazing, wonderful, tough as nails, and I love you so please don't kill me here, but Vegeta is kind of leagues stronger than you and me put together now. I'm not sure that's a great idea.”

18 chuckled and lifted her phone. “You'd be surprised what a simple phone call to Bulma can do. She scares him more than his own fears of irrelevancy. She'd have him here apologizing within an hour.”

Krillin laughed and leaned forward to peck 18's lips. “You're amazing, you know that?”

“I do. You're not so bad yourself, Mister.” She leaned in and kissed him again, lingering just a little longer, relishing the feeling of butterflies he still managed to give her.

“Now,” she said, pulling out a bandage and more antiseptic, “time to let me finish patching you up.” Krillin reluctantly agreed, mumbling minor complaints as she did so. But even so, 18 found herself smiling. Sometimes, she had to admit, it was nice to have an excuse to fuss over her husband. When she finished, she draped her arms around his neck and leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on top of his bandaged head. “There. All done, big baby.”

Krillin smiled and craned his neck to look up at her. “Thanks, babe. Best nurse a guy could ask for.”

She returned his smile and tapped the spot where his nose would be. “And you better not forget it. Now, would you like to help me make dinner before Marron gets home?”

Krillin hopped up from his chair and stretched. “Sure thing. What are we having?”

“Taco night, “ she called over her shoulder on the way into the kitchen.

Krillin grinned. Tonight was going to be sweet indeed!

#K18 Day #K18 Day 2023 #ChestnutFest2K23 #Chestnut Fest 2023 #Krillin #Android 18 #Android18 #Android Eighteen #DBZ #fanfiction #Fanfic #Dragon Ball #Dragon Ball Z #Dragon Ball Super #DB #DBS #Dragonball #Dragonball Z

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uniquezombiedestiny · 6 months

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actually fuck it. i need to ramble more

thinks about the snow queen and bella. ive recently delved into her story and some of the of fairytale (dubious from some webbed site but. yknow lmao) and wound up with lots of think of... based on her ruina dialogue + appearance, the queen like to challenge the brave. in the fairytale, kai and gerda's childike hearts are still there at the end. bella is someone with a kind heart and not much bravery. (really, she polarizes, but her bravery is more around the alternate alone. she can be brave!! but usually and - especially as she declines - she loses that aspect, likely trading it for simple anger, red-shoes-y desire, etc.) she was also forced to grow up - she is still that lonely kid she was years ago. she is still in t-589, still in c-127. she has a lot to learn, still, and to discover.

the snow queen is.. an interesting figure to me when it comes to her relationship with bella. she is cold, silent, only watching bella as she simply speaks into basically nothingness. she may, sometimes, give her a cruel smile. what a childlike, brave little soul; one who chose to bear the cold. one who enjoys her presence.

"kai saw things he didn't need or want to see." / "he felt like what he knew amounted to so little."

to bella, the queen is a respite. friendcorp has shown her so many new things, good and bad. on the bad side, her mental issues have been unraveling. her unhealthy mindset isn't going to work indefinitely like it used to. but, with the snow queen, it's familiar. it's not even that cold anymore, you know? she's long been used to cold, quiet, endless hallways. talking into the silence - like her words are simply carried away by the wind - is a relief, because noone can hear them. for once, she can speak, and there will be no consequences. and if the queen does hear, well, that's alright. she trusts her, now.

the cold isn't so bitter anymore. it's homely. familiar. it's lively, biting into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. she feels real.

and, ofc, i'll talk about her suicide attempt too. especially her own views on it... eventually, it becomes like a knightly duty to her. she must do this to save everyone else - surely, we'll all be happier this way. yes, you'll have to face this loss. but beyond it is a better ending for everyone here. this is the most logical choice... isn't it?

the snow queen gave kai a kiss - one to no longer feel the cold, and one to forget everything. his family, friends, etc etc. that way, he would stay with the snow queen. she would show him the truth of the world - the shattered mirror shards, his knowledge being so little, the mirror of reason.

"what a shame... all your friends who could help you are gone." really, it's like she pities bella and her kind, lonely heart. she pitites most people, i think, like when she laughed at lee during their duel, or gave merry a sickening smile shortly before being frozen. where her heart should be is empty - she is a cold and calculating being.

in ruina, the mirror is surrounded with frozen people, with the throne being the head of the circle. really, both her and bella have done this time and time again. bella has endured loss after loss, leaving entire worlds behind. the snow queen has killed person after person, snuffing flame after flame. her suicidd isn't much different. it's just, this time. it's a calm, slow end. bella puts up no fight or front of bravery, now. she just wants to return to her dreams of a better world. the queen will gladly show her this, in a place made only for themselves, where bella can finally be completely and utterly herself, in all it's flaws, without consequence. with all of her emotions overtaken by freezing cold, she can finally smile.

and she'll be preserved as an angel. she'll look beautiful, perfect, in this ice, like a bug in amber. she will always be the perfect kid.

also, in the og story, the shattered mirror wound up being made into things like glasses and windows. that fits well with bella's glasses. when kai's eye gets a tiny, tiny shard in it, he sees everything as distorted and ugly. but he sees perfection in snowflakes. the snow queen is made of them, the queen to the "snow bees" that are snowflakes. (they're actually described as snow bees in the story!)

#fc!bella #okay to reblog #anyways if anyone wants to add stuff or anything feel free id be super happy to hear it!#lobotomy corporation #the snow queen #ill maintag since i am talking about the snow queen some #shes inch resting now... motherly figure and all but shes really just a mirage #cruel and cunning but through the mirror shard you only see perfection #i could even delve into motherlyness; love; and bellas perception of love #also how others view the queen and their disconnect towards bella bc of it #and how she deals with their differing views #< but her suicide mindset does kinda do that too #maybe another post :3c #lc ocs #forgot that ine lol #one*#writing #that too lmao

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Ficlet:Fire & Stone AU

Having random bouts of anxiety and finding things to distract myself so decided to random button mash some ideas into a post. AU title is a placeholder until my brain is more active, but here are some thoughts for a hobbit canon divergence/ what if thing in Imladris because sadly I can't write and this scene has been bugging me for a while now and may be absolutely OOC:

Sometimes its the people you meet along the way that shape you.A moment where Thorin unexpectedly meets a stranger in Imladris.

--- A dark cloud of anger and frustration follows Thorin as he stomps away deeper into the winding gardens of Imladris. Leaving behind a flutter of fireflies and a confused Hobbit behind. With echoes of talk of the dreadful curse that lingers in his wake. The Dragon sickness that haunts him in the darkest recesses of his memories. He lets his feet guide him aimlessly through this elven settlement, troubled and frustrated. It was not until he realises there was a gentle flutter of lightness, a release of tension from his shoulders, did he realise there was music. A slow strum of strings, a calm melody from a harp surrounds the dwarf. A part of Thorin is telling him to leave this obviously occupied space, but another part of him who plays the harp as well is curious. Such wondrous melody!

It does not take long to find this minstrel on a lone stone bench, surrounded by fireflies and the blooms.Unlike the other elves in here, this one is taller than most (except, maybe the balrog slayer) and draped in a dark midnight coloured cloak, with most of his face hidden by a hood and dark tresses. The stranger stops strumming, and turns his bright gaze to his dwarven guest.

He smiles, a sad gaze that lowers in a nod and a gesture of greeting to Thorin who simply blankly nods back in return.

There was a moment of silence before the minstrel returns to his playing.A beautiful hand harp, old but well crafted and cared for by his eye. Which was when Thorin notices the bandaged hands with a soft gasp under his breath. To play such complex notes with such wounds... The stranger stops and smiles again as he has noticed the dwarf studying his instrument in hand. "It is nothing, Master dwarf," He speaks almost in a whisper. When there is no reply, he switches to that ancient and long unused form of khuzdul that Thorin has only heard from the Chief Counsellor of Imladris thus far. "Would you be keen to have a song on this eve of our meeting? It seems this is a night for sharing a song." He gestures to the other end of the bench in silent invitation.

Thorin bristles at the use of his kin's language and is annoyed. He feels he should not. Greatly. Should just march right back the many dumb winding paths back to his Company.

Yet the dwarven king surprised himself by taking a sit at the offered place, the alstroemerias rustling as the strange elf gives a deeper bow, and strums. A Dwarven classic. A ballad of mountains and distant hills. Of hidden paths and winding caves.

When it winds down into its last lingering note, the elf bows in thanks to his audience. Thorin, returns the gesture with a nod of acknowledgement to this elf's craft. In recognition of a true Master in his art. "I thank you for the song." Thorin adds shortly, though in Westron.(Let it be known he has not forgotten basic civility or diplomacy or courtesy, take that Balin!) "Ah... I apologise for my rudementary Khuzdul, I wrongly presumed you only speak your language. I have forgotten that your folk may find it rude to use in the open by others who may know it, especially in this Age. " The elf replies humbly, though from this longer conversation, Thorin sees way this elf is seated and the way he speaks and how his eyes shine much like the Lord of the Golden Flower. This is no mere minstrel.

A very old elf it seems who have also worked with dwarrow back in the old days.

"No offense is taken." Thorin pauses for a moment before adding in polite afterthought in customary khuzdul to one with great mastery, "I see you, Master of Song."

The elf gesture his thanks with a hand on his heart.

"I am Thorin. Son of Thrain, son of Thror. To whom I should thank for his craft?" There is quiet, before Thorin finds himself gazing at old eyes filled with deep wisdom and sorrow.Old treelight blazing with fire as it met stone. "I have many names it seems... but you may call me Maglor." Maglor returns kindly. BONUS: "Lord Maglor?"Erestor knocks on the door with a tray in hand before opening the doors into the chamber," I apologise for your late dinner, but we had gues-"

He stops and does a quick scan.

Room,empty.

Travel bag, unpacked.

Harp, missing.

Silence. "Unbelievable!" Erestor hisses as he slams down the tray on the side table and rushes out, nearly colliding into Glorfindel, who have just finished his bath and now dressed in his casual night robes. Though Erestor quickly and gracefully manages to swerve away and rushes off to find one restless Son of Feanor.

The Captain of Imladris blinks.

"Well. So much for coming back to a quiet, restful evening.Its been quite an exciting day it seems." Glorfindel sighs with a shake of his head with a helpless smile. The captain quickly following behind the irritated councillor, hoping they manage to catch one wayward elf. Again.

#the hobbit #silmarillion #ficlet #thorin oakenshield #maglor #erestor #glorfindel #what if AU #canon divergence #fire & stone AU #thorin and maglor friendship? and parallels? maybe?#yes idk what im doing #pls dont hurt me #can i even tag sil?

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 9 months

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hehehe gimme some sandduo

SAND DUOOOOOOOOO

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When Wilbur was young, there had been crickets.

Most nights in the summer, he’d run around outside and try to catch the noisy bugs using a net or a jar. Sometimes Phil or Techno would help, using gentle hands and soft voices; Wilbur always liked it best when Phil or Techno helped.

And sometimes he would simply sit on the porch, laying on his stomach and listening to the chirps and whistles and songs. Phil would sit on the rocking chair with a mug of tea, and Techno would either sit beside him on the other rocking chair with a book, or on the front steps to the porch without a book.

Wilbur always loved the crickets. He loved their noises, the way they jumped, the way he could hold one in his hand and admire it. He always looked forward to summer for the crickets.

Fireflies had long since gone extinct, but Phil would talk about them, and talk about how they would glow with yellow-green lights to attract mates, and how they could be easily caught in the palm of his hand, and how they would sit on his hand for a short while, sometimes blinking and sometimes not, before flying away into the gentle night.

Wilbur loved hearing about fireflies. They sounded absolutely brilliant; he had a feeling that if he’d gotten to witness them in all their small, radiant glory, he would’ve loved them just as much as he loves crickets.

Wilbur is not very young anymore, and there are no more crickets. He can’t quite remember when they’d stopped singing, or what year that was, or how old he’d been; all he knows is that they don’t exist anymore, and the earth is a lot more quiet for it.

Now, the only noise to cut through the late evening is a strong breeze rattling the cornstalks together. Wilbur supposes they create a song of their own—albeit a less beautiful one.

At least there’s something.

“This world was never enough for you, was it?”

Wilbur blinks, pulled from his mind by a familiar voice. Phil. Phil is here, next to him on the other rocking chair. Wilbur had almost forgotten.

“What do you mean?” Wilbur asks, though he knew exactly what Phil had meant.

Phil takes a breath, a smile tugging at his lips. “You know what I’m talking about. Ever since you were young, you always-“

He stops, and the nearly undetectable flickering in his eyes shows that he’s thinking. After a moment, he continues. “Ever since you were a kid, you would look up at the sky in a way that wasn’t… like others. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t like anyone.”

Wilbur huffs.

“It was like you were looking for something that you knew was out there. It was more than curiosity, it was…”

When he doesn’t finish, Wilbur chimes in, “A calling?”

“Yes.” Phil nods, holding his tea closer. “Yes, a calling. Your calling.”

He turns to lock eyes with his son’s. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Wilbur holds the stare for a long few seconds before sighing, turning to look out at the corn. Corn, in all directions. Fields of it. Miles of it.

“There’s no corn in space.”

Phil chuckles. “Is that so?”

“Yep,” Wilbur replies, popping the p. “Only stars and nothingness. A couple million planets. A few asteroids, here and there, a black hole or two.” He begins to smile. “But no corn.”

Phil says nothing, and together they grow silent.

The wind picks up.

Phil takes a long, deep breath, followed by a long, deep sip of tea. “You want to go out there.”

It’s not a question.

Wilbur shifts, fiddling with the glasses he’d supposedly been trying to clean. They’re probably more smudged now than they were when he’d removed them from his face.

Phil’s right. Of course he’s right; Wilbur does want to go out there. He wants to leave, to sail across the unknown reaches of time and space, to see stars up close. He does. He really, truly does.

“The world is dying, Phil,” Wilbur states, because it’s good to be reminded. “It’s dying. Everything is dying, down to the crops and the bugs. We’re all dying. We all know we’re dying.”

Phil nods.

Wilbur glances at him, waiting for his dad to look back. “We’re living in a hole that’s being covered with dirt. A grave, we’re living in a grave. We’re living in a grave, Phil.”

Phil nods again, giving a small shrug. He turns to look out at the corn but turns back once he realizes that Wilbur hasn’t turned away.

Wilbur holds his gaze. “We were born here. We were never supposed to die here.”

Phil sucks in a breath. “You’ve been reading too much poetry.”

“I’m serious.”

Phil’s eyes soften. “I know you are.”

Wilbur holds his gaze for a while longer before swearing, turning away. Corn, corn, bloody corn.

“Look up,” Phil instructs. “Remember: there’s no corn in space.”

Wilbur breathes a heavy exhale, doing as Phil said.

His breath catches.

The stars are marvelous. White dots painted against a black canvas, as numerous and wondrous as strands of hair on a human head.

“You’re never going to be a farmer.” Phil’s voice is almost a laugh. “I mean, that was clear from the start. You weren’t ever like me and Techno.”

Wilbur chews on his bottom lip. It’s true.

“You were made for the stars, I think.”

Wilbur bites harder. “Phil, do you think I should go?”

Phil goes completely and utterly silent.

“Phil,” Wilbur repeats, taking a breath. “Do you think I should go?”

There’s no answer. The rattling corn is deafening.

“Phil.”

“I don’t know.”

Phil’s voice is quick and almost sharp.

Wilbur’s lips tighten into a line.

After a minute or so, Phil shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t…”

A mug of tea is set onto the table with a clunk.

Wilbur can’t look.

“I don’t… know what I want to say.” Phil’s voice is quiet, now. The soft gentleness that Wilbur knows by heart. “I want you to go because I know you want to, and I know you’re made for it, and I know that if anyone can do something as impossible as this, it’s you. If anyone can find a home in the middle of space, it’s you.”

Wilbur stares down at the dusty floorboards. Techno said that raccoons used to live under them.

“And I also… don’t want you to go, because you’re my son and I know I won’t-“

That sentence is never finished, but the words are heard anyway.

Wilbur’s throat tightens, and he swallows.

Quiet once again.

#INTERSTELLAR AUUUUUU #I hope you like :D #it was really fun writing this #writing requests #my stories #story snippet #I’ve got a bit more that I’ve written but I cut it out because it wasn’t very sand duo-y #I’ll hopefully finish the whole thing and post it #at some point #interstellar #philza #c!philza #dsmp philza #philza dsmp #sand duo #wilbur soot #c!wilbur #dsmp Wilbur #Wilbur dsmp

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youare7567 · 2 years

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And Luke’s idea of flirting is apparently “show the cute guy a cool fly you caught and then read his mind”

transcript:

1. But instead, almost too fast for me to catch it, Luke spun on his heels and nabbed something out of the air with his gloved hand—something so small I could barely see it. After examining what was between his fingers for a moment, he looked up at me with a smile brighter than the sun reflecting off the ice outside.

“Glacier fly!” he yelled over the noise, holding his palm open toward me. I looked down into his hand. Sure enough, there was a tiny little ice-looking bug sitting there calmly.

I didn’t really know what to say. I decided on “Looks like it.”

Luke nodded with all the seriousness in the galaxy. “I heard the fork-nosed ice worms native to the area used to live symbiotically with the glacier flies, before they all went extinct. Must have been a sight to see!” Suddenly, the laser cutter shut down, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. Into the emptiness, Luke said quietly, “Can you imagine?”

I blinked at him. “No.” Then I stuck out my hand to match his. “Sergeant Reyé Hollis, Alliance Special Forces. I’m to familiarize you with Echo Base.”

Luke looked at my hand, just for a second, before gently shaking his glacier fly free. He gripped my hand with a surprising strength and that same big smile. “Luke Skywalker. I’m here to help!”

2. I couldn’t exactly explain all that to my shockingly grumpy new base buddy, Reyé—Sergeant Hollis—as he marched me through the icy halls of Echo Base shortly after meeting, though, so I focused on the moment at hand. I thought the glacier fly was really neat. He, apparently, did not.

3. “Where are you from, Sergeant?” I asked pleasantly, trying to break the silence in a way that wouldn’t make either of us feel too awkward. We’d be spending a lot of time together down here; we might as well get to know each other.

He looked sidelong at me through thick dark lashes. “What, it’s not obvious to you?”

“Well, I don’t like to do that uninvited,” I answered. “But if you’re asking …”

I paused in the middle of the hall. It took Reyé a couple of steps before he realized I was no longer beside him, and he came to an abrupt halt. As he turned, I closed my eyes. Deep breaths. Wind over sand. Reaching out—I saw…and I felt …

“Ah!” My eyes flew open. “So much water, and so green. Your home is beautiful.”

Reyé just stared at me. Really? I was sure I’d gotten it right….

“I meant my name,” he finally answered, his face inscrutable. “The é at the end of my name. ’S a Naboo thing. People sometimes know what planet I’m from, because of that.”

I felt my face going red. “Right,” I nodded, rushing to catch up with him as he started off with his long stride again. “Naboo. I’ve heard of that. For sure.”

#luke skywalker #books #reye hollis #long post #he takes after his dad i guess #mine: screencaps

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fragileizywriting · 1 year

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little miss kitty, with all the sleek and all the style and all the silence and all the smile, has become irreversibly whipped for viperion, and it is so evident to every single person who sees her.

after akuma attacks and after mister bug has cleared any miasma with his cure, the dust settles like a veil.

the magic that he lets go always feels so refreshing and soothing, a burst of energy to clean their skin. for viperion, it's rain: droplets of magic soak into his suit and refresh every individual hexagonical patch back to their original state. if during the fight he'd gotten bruised; smashed into a wall (or in their new case, into any of the trees forested about in this beautiful fantastical world) or just moved his arm the wrong way, it's magically fixed. with this, his ribs don't sing and ache from pain. there's no longer blood on his face, and there's no longer the exhaustion that plagues him whenever he uses second chance too often.

after akuma attacks, and after the miraculous cure, viperion does his very best to do his housekeeping.

it requires silence and concentration; not complete and total silence, because he's grown up in the city of paris where honking is common and a bustling city always creates noise. here in the forest, there is wind, and there are animals, and there are people around him to have quiet conversation even as he sits down on the dirt floor and closes his eyes. with his hands palm-down facing towards the dirt, he lets the snakes on his suit unravel. down and down they go, slithering off of his skin like real life beings, transforming his suit into nothing but a black canvas. they pull down into the earth and check for any ambiguities, anything wrong within the timeline that he should be aware of. when he finds a second-chance that he's used, the decaying snake-skin rotting underneath the earth, he collects it back. his snakes eat all the remanants of his very own second-chances, making sure that there's no obstruction of the timeline.

this is what he does. always. constantly. but it's hard to do this with all of his concentration when he feels a dark heat at his side.

"don't bother me," he tells her, eyes still closed and hood still on. it's out of instinct that he closes his lids; with his hood on, he's blind to the present and the future. cleanup never allows him to tidy the future, only to secure the past. it feels unnatural to keep his eyes open while he does this, and he's been told before that the blank, pallid gaze he gets when the hood is on is frightening.

"i'm not doing anything," she giggles, right next to him.

"go bother mister bug." he'd swat at her, if he could, but his hands are preoccupied. he can only touch the floor or his own suit, anything else and his snakes will retreat back onto his skin. "i'm busy."

"i'm bored."

"there are seven other people that you can go talk to," he muses. he doesn't spook when she plops herself down into his lap, making a space between his crossed legs. "kitty."

"timelines are so boring," she groans. long, elegant hexsteel claws are no fear of his when she wraps her arms around his neck and hangs like a monkey. "i'm understimulated."

"there are two of you here, you know that?"

"but it's no fun if you're not there."

she wasn't like this the last time they came across an alternate dimension. when they'd made it to elysium, the two of them were at each other's throats. but they've settled. somewhat. there are moments where kitty's acerbic nature smoothes out whenever she talks to him, no longer seeing him as a foe but rather a... a lover. it's tentative. she's timid. sometimes her eyes light up with hearts and stars, and some other times she shies away. he's known her their whole life, and knows that she struggles with it. he struggles with it, too, knowing that he has two loved ones.

zero to two is a big change.

"i'm busy cleaning up your mess," he snorts. "try not to cataclysm something that's entirely made out of fog, next time."

"pay attention to me."

"i'm almost done." just a few more snakes to eat, and...

"you should pay attention to me instead," she giggles, kicking out her feet. she has them laced together, leaning into his lap like she's trying to burrow into him. even in her suit, all sleek and dark, she's just a smidge too tall to fit without making herself lay down in an extremely uncomfortable position. "or i'll start squirming in your lap and make you get a hardon."

"that's fine. i'd ask marinette to take care of it."

"rude!" she lets go of his neck, favouring sitting up in his lap. his eyes are still closed, still blind, still looking at the way lady noire had twisted in the air mere thirty minutes ago, slamming her activated claws through the 'wardog' that had surfaced from god-knows-where, causing it to get sporadic... ah.

there it is.

he twists the snake attached to his right arm, snatching the fallen pieces of the second-chance and eats it. with a successful smile, both snakes slither back onto his skin, and just as he's about to open his eyes, she kisses his jaw and short-circuits his brain.

#speakizys #demon lovin #sharks and sugar #fire lily petals #izycrossover #i don't know. i don't know i literally don't know #don't look at me

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🎰!

Muse Roulette with @soulsxng

Zikiriel and Luis

(Ngl, I feel like Zikiriel might not like Luis from first impressions. Mainly because he wouldn't come off as able to be serious. But overall I think they could come to understanding at least)

"All this wind today," Luis remarked as he watched the spittle of rain be carried off by it, "uninvited gusts if you ask me."

Ber and Eiji

(I had a thought of 'please have mercy, I would like to have a muse afterwards.' But I think Ei would be eaten alive or fall to some of his worst impulses with Ber. Although I dunno, maybe Ei's 'good kid' act might just annoy Ber. It's hard to tell)

Every time he thought he was getting somewhere with this sight, something embarrassing happens. One step forward, two steps back. He could only see through the curtain of water the yokai gleefully fleeing. A sigh left him, yeah, he was not gonna catch that one today. Especially since...

"I'm terribly sorry. I will make this up," he said, offering a hand to usher both of them out of the fountain, "Is there a shop nearby you might be able to find something?"

Alsina and Tannim

(Their wavelengths seem similar. I can see them geeking about weaponry because making them is in their repertoire to some extent.. But I think it'd be pretty chill with those two. Probably teasing Tannim because he comes off rather naive.)

"Real sorry 'bout that," he apologized again, "We swore that the area was clear 'fore we started uh, started playin' wit fireworks."

More like detonating concentrated misfortune but visually probably the same. And while Tannim had the feeling the lady would understand that explanation...it really was better off to side, "You weren't injured, were ya? Nothin' of yours damaged?"

Jaspern and Bayani

(Bayani, by virtue of what he is, is naturally drawn to Jaspern's strong characteristics. I think he'd be amused even at the sternness. But Bayani is totally not Jas' type and birb boy is a-okay with that)

"Familiar...familiar..." He muttered it as if reciting it would bring forth a face. A name. And yet, nothing came to him. Just a negging and he couldn't shake it. Maybe it was one of his past lives deciding to bug him today? Although that couldn't be right. It's not like any one from his past lives could be still wandering around, right? Non-humans didn't really need anything from someone like him so that wasn't likely. Still, Bayani couldn't shake this feeling.

And seeing eyes on him...he also realized he must've been staring hard. Oh. Oh, he should probably say something. What is something that people say to smooth things over? "Couldn't help but stop and stare. Not everyday you get graced by beauty."

Nailed it.

Pythius and Dom

(Oh. Oh no. This is like a match made in hell. I initially thought it'd be like rivals because of owning their own little clubs and stuff. But no. While Dom is not technically a telepath, he might as well be with how his power works. And he abuses that power. But on the other hand Pythius would actually annoy Dom (which I find...huh amazed we haven't gotten there yet) because he can see through Dom's bullshit. And boy does Dom not like the shoe on the other foot)

Downside to just knowing things...he got a sense for those in it to win it. And boy, sometimes those prizes were not worth it. While it normally didn't matter to Dominicus since he'd never see the result, there was something amusing about the possible escapade in waiting.

"I wouldn't if I were you," Dom remarked, "they might end up giving you more than you bargained for."

As in, let you meet the end of their knife sort of bargain but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

#soulsxng #idk why this took so long #and the sun is up now #but let it be known both the pun and the one liner physically pained me #I think the last two are hilarious for whatever reason

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⚠️TW: Loss, TTC After loss, etc⚠️

Excuse me while I whine and vent? I am struggling horribly right now as I come out of a period of numbness (my therapist calls it *"disassociating"* 😅🙃) and I need to get these thoughts out.

"I'm okay.

No really.

I swear I'm okay"

Hiccuping and deep trembling breaths.

"Some days are better than others"

Still true, though right now there is snot and tears pouring down my face.

"I'll be fine. I'm healing"

And I was totally fine that day. Until the sun shone through the trees *just right* and I thought about how bad I wished she were here to see it.

"We haven't given up, it will happen when it's supposed to"

Though right now it feels like never....

"Aw your baby is so adorable! I am so happy for you!"

Still VERY true even though I feel this gut wrenching soul tearing bring me to my knees sharp stabbing ache in my very soul everytime your baby giggles, cries, or breathes.

"I had let it rest at the back of my mind"

Until that advert flashed by my eyes and suddenly the rage and despair overtook me like a hurricane with no warning.

Some days I am okay. Truly. I can talk about it. I can be the advocate I proclaim myself to be and talk about all the hard things. I can smile, and mean it, and talk about *someday*.

I can take the crappy advice and condolences of those who have NEVER been here with a smile that only hints of a grimace rather than the annoyed and pained scowl I've felt on my face before (when faced with the same comments on a different day).

Some days I absolutely look to all the world like a well adjusted, healed, happy Momma who takes joy in that which she HAS instead of despairing over what she has LOST.

And then there are days like today. When I did virtually nothing. It wasn't a Bad day. It was a nothing day. I zoned out. I was numb. I laid around and barely interacted with my loved ones.

And then there are the days like two days ago. When my brain replays every moment from the most recent loss. Compares it to previous losses. I think about what's wrong with me that I can't do the one thing a woman's body was originally designed to do? What have I done that God is punishing me so? What could I have done differently to save her? To save any of them?

I replay that moment when my knees hit the tile and I heard this horrible wailing and it took me a minute to realize it was me. (Later that same evening I was apologizing in semi-numb embarrassment to the nurse because they uncomfortably confirmed what I had belatedly realized - the whole damn hospital heard my pained screams that evening in the ER). I can't get the feeling out of my head - that feeling of WRONG as I walked into that ER and EVERYTHING HURT. And I knew before I was even registered what was happening.

I have bad days SO bad, even I wonder if maybe this is me finally snapping. If I've reached the end of what my soul can handle. I sit and I cry over the wind, because it feels warm and rocking her to sleep in the backyard on a warm summer day would have been perfect. I cry because that butterfly was a beautiful light blue like her eyes would have been. I cry because that baby giggle at the park sounded so much like my son, it could have been one of his siblings, had any of them lived.

I cry because my arms are empty and I really wish they weren't.

And as I sit and cry and can't explain what set me off this time because sometimes I don't even KNOW....

Tiny (but somehow so huge) arms encircle my head. Just my head because thats all they can manage. The sloppy-est kiss lands on my forehead. "I love your heart, Momma. You're okay. You're a good Momma"

The tears fall harder but a smile breaks through.

Days go by and I watch him giggle with his friend and get so dirty I have NO IDEA how he will ever get clean again. So I shake my head and huff a laugh. What else can you do in the face of toddler boys playing outside?

My heart soars and heals a little watching his face light up over whatever bug he just found in the grass.... oh geez, that he bringing over to show me 🤢

I take a deep breath and know I'm going to be okay, even though it hurts so bad....because the love of my son is beautiful.

He asked me a couple days ago why we don't talk about her anymore, the baby in Mommas tummy. I explain that she went to be with the Grandpas and Auntie and the kitties. He says "oh thats sad. I love you mumma" and gives me a forehead kiss (which he most definitely learned from watching Daddy too close lol) and runs back to play in the sand box.

Today he fell asleep sprawled on the couch and my husband held me while we stood in silence and just watched him for a moment. We made quiet comments about how much he has grown. It hurt. Because my angels never will. But it healed. Because he is healthy and beautiful and perfect.

He is so ready to be a big brother. We are so ready for another one. I feel soooo crazy. Flopping back and forth between joyous hope and love, blinding numbness, and agonizing despair. I feel like I'm losing my mind. Then daddy (husband) holds me and reminds me how much he loves me and how we won't give up until I say I'm done.

Things will get better. They will. I know they will. Most days I know this and can cope fine...some days are harder than others. Today is numb. But tomorrow will be better.

*[For context: I lost our baby this past Sunday. She was my 9th pregnancy. Our son is our only shared living child and was my 5th pregnancy.]*

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i love you much too much

druig x fem!eternal! reader

synopsis: you and druig have always had a complicated relationship. more so when you disappear from his reach for over a thousand years…

part two

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it was like a rush of adrenaline over his body. the hairs on his arms standing up with each passing wind. he looked past from ikaris, past the conversation he was having and to the rumbling of water on the riverbend.

druig pushed past the clueless eternals and stepped out into the canvas of the compound. he could feel the frantically moving humans, their whimpers of fear of the intruder that was standing before them. druig calmed them down, luring them into their homes before finally facing the person responsible for the disruption.

his gaze fell down to the floor before lifting and following the curves of your armor that barely concealed your body.

“you always were one for dramatic entrances!” he called out to you, watching as you slowly turned to face druig, a wicked smile on your face as your hair, sopping wet from your travels through the water, stuck to your forehead in the amazonian heat.

druig couldn’t begin to comprehend his feelings. he was angry with you, even after all those years, but he would do anything just to even embrace you one more time.

“i see you’re still the only one who can anticipate them!” you returned and walked up to him slowly. you were beautiful, beauty never changing, your hair still the same shade, your eyes still glowing with that mischievous twinkle. even the little scar above your lip that druig had given you after he tried to teach you how to carve into a coconut..

“i heard we were getting the band back together.” you quipped, seeing as the rest of your painfully annoying family fell out in stumbles from the building. kingo ran up to you and embraced you.

watching that scene made druig’s stomach turn. he bit back another remark on the reasoning of not wanting to run you off again. to be truthful, he thought everything was his fault.

but only you knew the truth.

“haven’t changed at all, still got the kingonian movie dynasty going on, i see?” you raised your eyebrows and kingo laughed, “how do you know? i thought you had died or something?”

you shrugged, “living in the ocean and coming up for air every once in a while has led me to collect a thought on a few things or so..” you looked at druig, “like this cult you’ve got going on here, it’s so 1970s man, get a grip.” you joked, druig smiling warmly.

“i’ve been observing you,” you revealed, druig being taken aback at that, “just for a few days or so. you’ve got a lovely singing voice too, dru.”

before druig could remark, you shifted your attention to ikaris and scowled, ignoring him completely before turning to sersi.

“did you get my letters?” you asked her and she nodded, “of course!! i wanted to reply but i wasn’t sure if the ocean had a mailing address?” you laughed, hugging her.

“it doesn’t but the house i have in japan does.” sersi let out a chuckle.

druig looked at you, interrupting the reunion. “listen, i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the deviants are back.” he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you rolled your eyes.

“duh! why do you think i left my sea palace for this?” you pointed to the flies and bugs that hung off every plant.

sprite smiled, “you have a sea palace??”

you shrugged, “if you call the chunk of coral i sleep on sometimes a palace, then yes.”

druig left you be for the time being. sersi noticed his glaring at your back the whole night, and she did point it out to you but because you knew druig and you had a lot of catching up to do, you decided it was best to wait until you were alone.

druig on the other hand, was fuming. you had kept in contact with sersi? you had mentioned visiting thena, who was basically your surrogate mother, and gilgamesh, your father figure. even ajax knew where you had been! he was angry, to be the one left out of your loop, one that you swore he’d never be out of.

he could almost nearly forgive everything when you called him his pet name, but he was still angry.

you watched as the rest of the eternals went off to their rooms for the night, looking at druig with a sheepish smile, you strode over to him and winked, “what’s happening, pretty lady?” you joked, nudging him lightly with your hip.

“what the fuck, y/n?” druig wasn’t having any of it, none of the jokes, none of the excusing of the question,

“why did you leave?” druig muttered out, and you stilled. you sat on the small chair in front of him and bent your head down in shame.

“i- i don’t know.” you revealed.

druig cursed, laughing bitterly, “but you do know! you just don’t want to tell me!”

you sighed, nervously. you didn’t want druig to be angry with you, you knew his hurt was too powerful for world to know. you didn’t want to be the cause of it.

“i…i loved you, much too much.” you decided, watching as druig’s expression shifted to disbelief, you continued, “it got to the point where i didn’t love you at all. i didn’t know what i felt and i hated myself because i couldn’t stand to even let myself be with you if i knew you could be with someone better- someone who would love you the way you deserved!” how it felt to get all that off your chest was incredible, but watching druig’s face contort into sadness and anger, you couldn’t help but regret your honesty.

“get out.” druig muttered, bringing his hand to his mouth to suppress his tears before you could notice.

you hesitated towards the door, turning back just slightly before druig yelled, “get out!!” he stifled a sob at the end and you blinked back tears, hand turning the knob before disappearing into the night air.

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