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Is She a Phoenix or The Devil’s Wings pt 2

It’s been a week at The Holy Sol Temple, I’ve tried to realign myself with prayers and bathing with the nuns. But in time there is only then I realized there is no going back, it’s not like I was extremely invested in the religion but it was something to believe in this time of peril. 

Sitting with Karim in the room that has been kindly lent to me is almost silent, but comfortable. We studied and trained together in the academy, we even graduated together. 

“I’m sorry Karim. I’ve broken my oath to the temple and yet you are all so kind as to take me in.” I sigh while wringing my hands in stress. 

“Honestly, you wouldn’t be the first. You are my friend and your skills have been recognized by many companies. But the Captain has told me that he has news for you.” He hums whilst standing up and stretching out. He starts walking towards Captain Burns’ office.   

It was a short trip of old stories about our days at the academy, it reminded me of our days where I believed I could the world some good and that maybe someone would see my power as something born of evil. 

“Captain Burns, it’s Lieutenant Flam and (Y/L/N).” Karim stopped in front and knock on Captain Burns’ door. A soft ‘come in’ was heard and we both walked in. 

“Captain Burns, you wanted to see me?” I tutted hands in respect. The nearly always stoic man had a soft look to his face. In the time that I’ve stayed here the Captain and I have gotten along quite well, he is not as stoic and hard-headed as some may think. Beyond that the Captain is a very compassionate man, his personality is just as warm as his flame. 

“(Y/F/N) I have some good news, now people in other companies know you’ve now left your last Company. But we both know it does not seem to fit for you to stay here, I’ve talked to Lieutenant Sagamiya Konro of Company 7 and he’d be open to another trained soldier, whether the Captain agrees that is another story. The lieutenant said to come anyways.”  Capetian Burns almost looks sadistic in the way he was telling that he and the Lieutenant have decided just to drop me in there without Company 7’s Captain knowing. 

“I am really grateful Captain Burns but is it really wise for me to just drop in?” He just smirked at my worries. 

“More than sure.” Burns acknowledged with a small smirk. 

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Arriving at Asakusa was like arriving at the threshold of a whole different world. The fear that of spontaneous human combustion was nearly extinguished here, there was an air of freedom. I didn’t really fit in here I wasn’t wearing my uniform here but I did decide to wear my civics. But most people here are wearing traditional Japanese clothes, honestly, it is a bit liberating from the cross that’s been bearing down on my back. Here I don’t have to worry about my lack of faith.

After getting lost and a kind elder woman helping me finding Company 7’s guardhouse, I found myself just standing in front of the door. When I finally had the guts to let myself in, the door was flung open by these two masses of hair. When I finally figured what was happening I was met with two very hostile yet curious pair of gold eyes. 

“Hey! Konro! Who’s she!?” “Yeah! Who’s this bat?”

There stood an angry man whose demeanour quickly turned when he saw me. Looking closer he looked hardly 10 years older than me but he’s aged with the shallowing in his face, almost sickly. 

“You must be the one Company 1 was telling me about?” He came closer to the entrance to talk to me easier. 

“Yes! Are you Lieutenant Sagamiya Konro?” I was going to tut but quickly realized it was going to be a bit weird, so I opted to bow. 

“Great. Please come in.” Just then the curtain behind me was moved. 

“Konro! Why are you letting a stranger into our guardhouse?”

“Shit… Waka”

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE A WRITER ON TUMBLR

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help me out guys. reblog this, like this. for every note, everything is pushed back a day for him. I need your help. he doesn’t believe it’s possible to help him. but it’s entirely possible, especially with your help. I know these are so sporadic and cliché to an extent along with becoming so popular on here, but please. I appreciate every single note

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what the hell is going on in this country?!

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Updated Masterlist

Updated (11:51 AM CT 9/17/2020)

Geralt of Rivia: 

Don’t Start a War: 

Part 1

Part 2

A Thousand Years Past

Shinmon Benimaru:

Is She a Phoenix or The Devil’s Wings: (WIP)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

#masterlist #shinmon benimaru #bennimaru shinmon #geralt of rivera #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia x reader #x reader #fire force

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Don't Start a War pt. 2

Here's the second part I promised to post but to be honest have been too obsessed with my Stardew Valley to even write it. It's 4 am...

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It wasn't long till Geralt and I found a camp of Cintran people slaughtered by the Nilfgaardian army that is sweeping through the land that was owned by Cintra. There we found an old man dragging bodies around to bury them.

I hid behind the nearby treeline, though the old man was rude to Geralt he was sincere in the fact that he'd like them to have a proper burial. Geralt though peeved tells the man it's not worth his time nor the danger.

"With the hands of two, I could move quicker." The old man bargained, but Geralt takes Roach's reins again ready to leave the man in the danger of the night.

"The only thing you should do quickly is flee." Geralt warns him, I feel something coming he must hear them coming. But the old man resumes to ignoring Geralt.

"Come, Roach, to Kear Morhen" He makes eye contact me to signal its time to move.

The old man calls out once more, I almost want to help him. But Geralt's gaze keeps me put; we need to get to Kear Morhen before winter comes.

Then mentions towards the bodies with a scowl, he grumbles to Geralt about innocence caught in the crossfire of a one-sided war.

"We owe it to 'em to do better" He bargains again, Geralt grunts but looks at the bodies too. He is not cold-hearted it is just we are on a time limit.

"I'm not better." The silver wolf grumbles to the man that continues to call him a butcher.

That's when we really heard it. They were here. A pack of ghouls and we are caught with their meal. Geralt quickly slashes the first to launch and I prepare to back him up. Dashing out of the tree line with my swords lined up to strike. The old man is toppled to the ground and Geralt pulls back just in time before grabs a hold of me.

"Go home." He warns the man. He rushes back to stand with the two of us.

"I can help" He offers. I look over in total disbelief.

"One bite will kill you." I snap at him, "or you" he retorts to the two of us. Geralt is fed up with the conversation he goes in for another slash.

"Go... Home..." He grunts already tired from the heavy blows and the late night. He agrees and flees leaving Geralt and me with one less person to watch over. We make eye contact once more before we jump back into the fight. We've traveled together knowing that each hunt could be our last, this one might be it. We are exhausted they won't stay down.

A slash, a cut. There are flies everywhere buzzing wildly, loudly in our ears. Screeching and grunting. They don't stop coming. Before I know it I hear Geralt grunt lowly behind me.

"Fuck." I whip around to see him bleeding. Panic sets in. But he only sighs, I watch him grow weaker. The sun is going to come soon, just a little longer, I need to hold out a little longer. I take a stance in front of him and throw him a small smile.

It didn't take long before I grow too tired to fight back I miss the one flanking me on the side. Suddenly I feel the searing pain peeling from the wound, it spreads fast, it settles in with the exhaustion.

I collapse near him, my hand crawling against the ground to find his.

"Not a happy ending after all? All I asked you to do was not to start a war..." I chuckle in vain my vision blurring. He grunted in response.

"... a fitting end..?" Geralt whispers quietly and only hum as Roash approaches us.

"Hm? Roach?" The buzzing of the flies and Geralt's breathe is all I can hear as everything starts to fade.

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I am startled my Geralt's mumbling in his rest, we are not dead yet. If not him then why not me? Witchers have slower heartbeats but mine is just like everyone else so why am I still breathing?

But soon he begins to yell, there is a name I've never heard. I want to quell his stress but my limbs are heavy. I remain groggy in what I would assume to be a carriage, he awakens but I stay. He asks the merchant about a woman. But he only gets a chuckle in response, he tells Gerald faintly that he's a merchant and has nothing- offers him the law of surprise, I inwardly chuckle at the statement but I am becoming faint again before I can hear them finish.  

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I awaken once more. The pain this time is fading. Geralt has me propped his lap, fingers untangling my battle-worn hair. It is peaceful here, there is a new voice present, limbs still regaining strength. The merchant and his wife exchange words.

Geralt suddenly stops. I feel a tug- not from him but something else. He is up and out of the cart, I am slow to follow him despite him only walking. The merchant calls out but I didn't care nor' did he. I couldn't leave his side at this moment and he needed to find something. I had to follow him through fog no matter how painful.

He stops in the midst as if awoken from a trance but turns around hardly looking at me as he starts the other way.

But I see her.

She is here.

Right in front of me, a child I've never know but I feel as if I've known all my life.

He feels her too, she coming bolting through the trees and the mist. His breath leaves him as she comes to us. She looks him in the eyes and I could feel it- the connection.

They pull into an embrace, so pure, but destiny is fulfilled.

"People liked by destiny will always find each other," He says as he looks over to meet my eyes. Relief pours over and the pain is an afterthought as I wrap my arm around her shoulders and his waist.

"All you had to do was start a damned war," I mumble in his arm as snuggle close to them feeling complete with both of them near me.

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IT'S FINALLY DONE!?

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Is She a Phoenix or The Devil’s Wings

You had to run. That was only thing you knew you had to do. That place was hell on earth; with or without the chance of combustion. 

Special Fire Force Company 3 was no savior of their turf. No, they were witless scum that thought humans suffering as nothing but a game. The influence of The Haijima Industries and the creepy and sadistic Captain Giovanni made my decision of accepting their offer to join them nothing short of regretful. 

I couldn’t get out, no matter how hard I tried there was no opening. I felt drowned in that place. this is not where I’m meant to be. But tonight was better than none, we were deployed to the edge of the Nakano Ward when we got to the site chaos had already enveloped the area. I assigned myself to help the civilians into safety, after all they don’t like rookies to be the spotlight. This was my chance I took a child one lost in the rush and ran fast way from that place frantically looking for a place safe from the fires and where the other civilians were. 

There it was just across the way, Fire Force Company 1′s territory. So there it was my chance.  I need to run. 

So I did. 

I ran out of faith a long time ago, but now I pray to Sol that’ll make it before they notice. I see the Fire Force temple, its right there. Lieutenants Karim and Foien are in the front sweeping the grounds. 

I sneak around the corner and call out. 

“Karim!” I whisper and hope that it reaches him. Before I know it a large shadow was cast over me.In defense I cover my self for whatever strike my come. But it never did, slowly moving my arms to see, Captain Burns. 

“Sir!” I was quick to try and stand but fail. 

“Second Class (Y/F/N), why are you cowering?” He question whilst helping me to my feet. 

“Captain Burns, please forgive me but... I need a place of sanctuary.” I plea. His eyes soften at my groveling form. 

No words were spoken as he guides me through the halls of the building. He takes me to his office and settles me down into a chair with a cup of tea. 

“Tell me (Y/N), why do you need safety.” I flinch at his words. My hands quiver around the cup. 

“Sir, Company 3 has taken my faith and crushed it. I can no longer serve with those people.” He hums in thought, almost as if he knows. 

“You can stay here for the time being, but not forever. A soldier without faith cannot stay with Company 1...” He stands from his place at the desk and walks me through more winding corridors. Carefully he leads me to a vacant room. 

“I may have a place that can take you in.” with that he left me in the dark of the small room where I find temporary safety.

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Don't Start a War... [Geralt x Reader]

This is written with the prompt "Do me a favour don't start a war while I'm gone."  Just 2020 quarantine things tbh...

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Today my long time companion Geralt of Rivia and I arrived in Cintra to retrieve his so-called child surprise... Well, he's going to the castle, while I go visit the graves.

"Geralt you can go ahead of me... I'll be fine here." I turn around with the bouquet of flowers in my hands.

"I can stay if you want." He says lowly but loud enough for me to hear. Admittedly this is where I first met Geralt. He was here when my mother died, leaving the city after the party at the castle on the outskirts of Cintra at a small dirty graveyard surrounded by ratchet wooden gate.    

"No, there are things I want to do alone this time... I'll meet you at the castle." He hums in response and walks in the opposite direction of the opening of the graveyard. I pause  and turn back towards him,

"DO ME A FAVOUR AND TRY NOT TO START A WAR WHILE I'M GONE." He doesn't stop walking but I'm pretty sure I heard him chuckled and wandering towards the back of the small fenced-off area. Though it's small it still smells like death and sorrow, much different from what most of the city feels like.

"Hello, mother... I'm home and I am with the Witcher that helped avenge your death... We are here for a child... Mother, I think I've fallen in love with him, the books that I used to read lied. Witchers are filled with emotions they can greave and love like the rest of us. I wish you could've met him. I may not come back mother it is time for me to move on." I lay the flower on top of her headstone turn to leave the mudded area.

"(Y/N)?" A voice I never thought I'd hear again, my half-sister. Older now, her face shows signs of fine lines and tired eyes. A child by her side no more than 6 years of age.

"Ari... You have a child?" She only giggled at this and pulls the child forward.

"I have three, this is the youngest of them. Henry, say hello this is your aunt." The young boy squeaks out a hello and goes behind her skirt again.

"I would like to meet the rest but I need to get to the castle." She only nods but offers to walk with me.

"You haven't aged but I'm not surprised. There are stories of you and the Witcher, I've never seen you glow so much... You love him, don't you?" I can only smile at this. We continue to walk till we get the gates of the castle. Before she leaves she stops and turns to me,

"I don't live in the city anymore, I live in a town half a day from here. One day may we meet again sister. She would be happy that you choose to embrace who you really are." With that, she left with the boy.

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I followed Geralt's voice but I was met with a not so pleasant scene.

"...for somebody who never cared enough to come back for her. Move along, Witcher! I'll pay whatever you want." spat Queen Calanthe.

"I can't be bought. You should remember." Mousesack continues to talk about history. I touched Geralt's shoulder and move in front of him.

"All I asked of you Geralt was not to start a war..."

"They're right my Queen, destiny cannot change with coin. " They are taken aback by the new player on the scene.

"What if I win the war, and lose Ciri. What victory is that?" She loves her as if she was her daughter no doubt about it.

"Queen Calanthe, I lived under your rule for the early years of my very long life. Can you please stand to lose just one thing, destiny will come one way or another." I pull of the hood that covered my ears and Geralt's hand cradles mine. "I am a half-elf that saw as a figure I wished to be, we all must make sacrifices and destiny says that child is not yours."

"If have any doubt in your mind that she is safe here give her to me. Call it Destinies security, but I- WE will take her, protect her and bring her back unharmed. I promise you that." If I learned anything about travelling with Geralt is that he almost never goes back on his word. But the Queen looks apprehensive about his statement.

"Ciri is all I have left of my daughter." Underneath her hardened shell, she is still a mother.

"If Ciri survives-" I step up and cut off Geralt, "then Pavetta lives on too."  

Calanthe Calls law of surprise but we learn that she lies to us about the child. She attempts to give another child, and Geralt goes to contend her once more. I was finally able to catch up with them when,

"She needs family, you know nothing about that. Your own mother cared so little she discarded you."

"YOU! You lecture him on someone's love and yet you give up someone else's daughter!? You order the death of my father you didn't care when my mother was slaughtered!?" Geralt grabs a hold of me before I get to her.

"Queen to all. Grandmother to ONE." Mousesack struts in to meet with the party congregating in the hall.

"You are sentencing her to death." Calanthe ignores Geralt and Mousesack starts escorting us out. But when Geralt refuses to stay out of Cintra, Mousesack traps us between the gates.

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Luckily enough we both didn't get slaughtered on the spot but for the past year Geralt and I have been in the dusty old cell. Geralt went silent and meditated for most of the time and year in both of our lives tends to move pretty quickly.

In the dark of the night, I would teleport and visit places just to feel free from the cell. But one night I awoke to the sound of death and war. The Nilfgaard army is upon Cintra, Geralt jolt from his meditation. Quickly he knocks out the guard and takes the keys.

"You know we could've done this an easier way." He grunts and opens the door for me.

"I hate portals." I would've laughed at the remark if we weren't in the middle of a warzone.

Geralt wraps an arm around me to guide me to a turned over cart amidst the fire and chaos. Though we've been surrounded by death and monsters; this devastation has been caused by one of the most terrifying monsters. Humans.

Geralt and I split to search on each side of the cart till I saw it. Someone I once revered, a sign of strength in women in a time where we were only seen as items. A warrior. I watched her fall, I heard the crack of her skull when it collided with the cobblestone of her kingdom right in front of me.

I gasp as her eyes make contact with mines as the light fades from them.  Geralt hears my distress and comes to my side but has a similar reaction when he sees Calanthe's body just feet away from us. I can feel his panic and hear his heart, but he quickly covers my eyes and turns me in the opposite direction.

"It will be okay." Geralt whispers lowly in my ear and pulls me to follow him down a corridor where we find a soldier. Finally, he lets my shaking hand go and grabs the soldier and pushes him into the door of a nearby room.

"I am already saved." The soldier smiles weakly at us, but Geralt isn't as kind and he just pushes and twisting his sword into the liver to allow a slow painful death of blood loss.

"Where is Cirillia?" He stats coldly as he kneels in front of the crumbling form. The soldier does not give in, the fool. He begins a hopeless prayer and Geralt ends him with a quick jab of a dagger to the trachea.

He grabs my wrist again and we are off out of the gates of the burning city. Screams and pleas deaf to our ears, he takes us to the horses on the outskirts of the city and we flee from my home once more but this time we have no chance of return.

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I wanted to split this into two because it was getting kinda long but I'll post it soon.  

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Thousands of Years Past (Modern AU) Geralt x reader

It has been thousands of years. Forever stuck in my twenty-year-old body, the curse in full effect.

I've watched all the magic beings slaughtered, hunted to extinction. If not dead now in hiding from the humans that will tear them apart without hesitation. I was cursed at birth not told as to what the curse was and I sometimes wish I had never known. The curse of a bond, a bond of true love. Lest had I fallen in love with a bloody Witcher, the White Wolf; Geralt of Rivia.

The silver-headed man saved me from a kikimora and cared for me until I returned to my village.  He then saved once more from a loveless marriage to a lord that bought me from my family. Exclaimed to me that I had cast a spell or some other bullshit cause he kept wanting to come back to me 'it drove me insane' he would scream as he'd pace all the while pulling at his silver locks. Despite his angered demeanour, to be with him brought me peace.

As a lady, I brought him in and gave him housing. I left that place with him a week later, on our travels I had been nicknamed the waterless siren. Magic powers awakened, but almost useless in our travels. He'd say to me on restless nights, "Sing for me, (Y/N). Allow me to sleep."

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But now in modern days, I hide from him. Not in fear but only because I wish to protect him but people are snooping and I have to leave soon. For the past fifty years, I've spent without him have been lonely. Over the years, I've been training my voice now used as a weapon of sorts.

A high school, where I learned what the humans call their past was home for a while, I took control of teachers and fellow students and rallied everyone in one spot. Chatter calmed once you stepped into the large gym. Clad in a flowing Ivory dress, one breath in and out came your voice. Enchanting them one by one you change memories that had you in them each one relived by you.

The song ended leaving them and yourself in a trance, they know you as a guest here to sing for them. But the loud clap of leather gloves drew the attention to a tall broad man, with glowing silver hair in a ponytail, cat-like golden eyes studied you. You heard your name glade from his lips to enchant your ears.

Like a spell the people that used to know you didn't exist; just you two. He stood there in the doorway and watched you. Slowly at first almost unsure the only sound was the shift of your dress and the sound your heeled shoes hitting the ground.

"Geralt..." Like whisper but to him it was loud and clear.

You picked your skirt and ran towards him, feeling that rush and warmth no other can give you. Over fifty-years, you've longed to feel his embraced, to feel his muscles under your touch, to hear his voice.

You jumped into his arms knocking him back a couple of steps he wrapped himself around you. Warm hands glided around your bareback, a deep hum came from him when your much frail arms around his neck pulling closer as he lifts you from the ground.

Like that you two disappeared from the small high school.

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Light fleeted in from the window, sheets moving from your shoulders as you turn in the strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You smiled the sight of the sleepy gold eyes, your fingers fleeted against his scared chest; already knowing each of their stories.

"Good morning, my wolf", you whispered and brushed his hair out of his face. "And to you, my angel." Giggling you feel him pull your warm body closer while rubbing stubble on your neck. "Can't believe you still keep that nickname of mine", you push his face off only to peck the corner of his mouth. "They called you siren, I think you are an angel, and you are mine." He responded with kisses on your forehead and lips, causing you to erupt a glowing smile. He slips his rough hands under the oversized shirt you stole- burrowed from him. Burrowing himself into your collar bone he grumbles, "What shall we do today, my (Y/N)" "If you can manage to let me go, I can make some breakfast." He paused for a minute and like a disgruntled 'hm' before gently biting your collars causing you jump a bit before kiss the spot and moved to let you go.

Almost a month ago he found you, both of you in silent agreement left and came here. A well sized house in the middle of woods, with windows spanning the kitchen wall with the sink and two story high windows in the living room. With this much access it almost feels like when you'd sleep on the ground with all those years ago. —————————————————————————————————————— We sat in silence his eyes on the road. You silently wrapped your hand around his free one causing him to briefly look over at you and squeeze your hand in acknowledgment. "How did you find me?" He thought for minute while stroking your knuckles. "Hm. I heard your voice and then I kept hearing it so I followed it and it brought me to that school. It reminded me of how you love knowledge and so it all made sense." You could tell that he was tired, without you sleep was hard for him. "Geralt..."He grunted in response. "Have you ever wondered what I'd look like if I aged, not just some twenty something or some would even call a teenager?" He takes turn on some off road and slows down, allowing him to look you in the eyes. "I'd be lying if said no. But you are you I know how old you are that's all that matters." You reared up thinking you left him for fifty years. "While I was gone I thought about children a lot." We came up to a two story house surrounded by trees a stall in the back holding to horses. "And? What was your conclusion?" He parked in front. Awaiting your answer. "We've watched many wars, we didn't take any children with us because our life was too dangerous but now we leave here away from harm. They need homes and can give it to them, we obviously can't have kids, so why not." He smiled at you being a couple thousand years old never stopped you loving children. Geralt leaned over and kissed you then placed his forehead against yours. "After we've settled in, we can talk about this. But I've spent fifty years without you and I was getting pretty lonely."   —————————————————————————————————————— "What you giggling about?" Geralt's gravely voice startled you as you looked up with knife in hand. "I was thinking about that conversation when we first came to this place." You relaxed and continued to cut the vegetables in front of you. "I am not quite done with having you to myself yet." He shuffles quietly from his place on the island to behind you. "You are being greedy, wolf." He takes the knife away and starts chopping the rest while you get on whisking the eggs. "But everything is as destiny wills it, my love", you put down the bowl and kiss him when he looked over at you. "Of course. After all you are my destiny."

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awesome story. black doctors and nurses are the best.

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Hi! What about a fic with geralt and a reader that's just pure fluff. Like, cuddling before going to sleep or something. Idk I just want Geralt to hold me and tell me everything will be okay 😌

Thank you for this request! I really loved writing some fluffy Geralt :) to be fair, there’s just a teeeeeny bit of angst but it all ends in fluffy goodness. Hope you like it!

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YOU WANTED A MASTERLIST, HERE’S A MASTERLIST.

i’ve been getting a lot of requests for this, so here’s a current masterlist (as of 1/17/18) for all my star wars imagines/musings.

*** signifies these fics are along the same story-line – for example, those marked in kylo’s section are about jedi!ben & princess!reader

BEN/KYLO X READER ;

*** ‘don’t you dare hurt her’ – a ficlet in which kylo protects you and you realize he’s no longer the boyish padawan you loved a long time ago.

*** ‘i heard that’ – a ficlet in which you, princess of cardota, meet your new knight, ben solo; he’s a padawan still, but more than capable of being the escort for a princess.

*** ‘you have no idea’ – a ficlet where snoke is in ben’s head and he can’t sleep; he stirs the princess late at night and you worry about your newly assigned knight.

*** ‘good intentions’ – a ficlet in which ben really wants to bring you to the markets; you disagree, he takes matters into his own hands.

misc. sex headcanons w/ kylo – exactly what it sounds! a few nsfw headcanons about sexi time with everyone’s fav emo piss baby

nsfw alphabet w/ kylo – along the same vein, but far dirtier. pure porn.

POE DAMERON X READER;

*** ‘please don’t go’ – a sweet ficlet about early mornings between poe and you, his lieutenant.

*** ‘gifts’ – a ficlet about poe being a dork and giving his lieutenant a thoughtful life day gift.

*** ‘worst idea, ever’ – a ficlet where you and poe are in a sticky situation and – god, will you please get your knee away from his balls?

*** ‘jealous of the droid’ – a ficlet where BB-8 gets it more than you do.

*** ‘is that my shirt?’ – a ficlet where poe’s lieutenant learns the importance of separating laundry.

*** ‘shoot now, flirt later’ – a ficlet where poe really can’t wait to hug you. 

*** ‘escape now, kiss later’ – a ficlet where poe really can’t wait to kiss you.

*** ‘not innocent at all’ – a NSFW ficlet about you and poe getting frisky in the hangar.

*** ‘not drunk, wasted’ – in ficlet in which poe challenges jessika to a drinking contest and you’re left to pick up the mess.

*** ‘before poe died’ – a precusor to aforementioned ficlet. a lot of “poe, no”.

*** ‘you reap what you sow’ – the aftermath of poe’s wild night.

*** ‘happens to the best of us’ – the tables are turned and you end up getting sloshed this time. and uh, you fight some people.

*** ‘smushy drunks’ – a ficlet where you and poe are just.. disgustingly cute.

*** ‘quickie? quickie.’ – a ficlet with drunk!poe getting a bit… too clingy.

*** ‘a damsel doing damage’ – a ficlet where poe finds he likes the metal bikini a little bit too much.

*** ‘i love your snot’ – an angsty little ficlet about poe finding you homesick for a planet lost in the hosnian destruction.

*** ‘she packed my bags pre-flight’ – a ficlet where you suck it up and ask poe if you can sleep with him for the night, pre-TFA mission.

*** ‘how poe fell in love’ – an origins ficlet about how poe and you, his lieutenant met. a very leia-like moment.

*** ‘hands off’ – kylo tortures poe. you watch. this ficlet hurts.

*** ‘good morning’ – a NSFW ficlet about morning sex with poe dameron, or, as i like to say, the actual dream.

‘just a nosebleed’ – a ficlet where nurse!reader learns commander dameron is a bleeder.

‘mistletoe’ – a ficlet in which you and poe are suckered into kissing under the cantina’s mistetoe.

‘grief is a hell of a thing’ – your grandfather passes. poe is there for you.

sex w/ poe dameron headcanons – just that! some run of the mill dirty thoughts about our bby poe

nsfw alphabet with poe dameron – a very NSFW bit about poe dameron. essentially porn. you know u want to read it.

HUX X READER ;

‘scared’ – hux admits his fears. this fic is small and cute.

‘not even kylo?’ – a ficlet of an admission of feelings.

*** holiest on AO3 – a full fledged fic about hux and his soon to be wife – your arranged marriage was intended to bring peace between hosnian and the first order; your alliances lie elsewhere, however… or do they? queen!reader.

*** ‘go away’ – hux and queen!reader have an argument. it ends with him throwing caution to the wind.

*** ‘late nights’ – queen!reader finds hux up late. she ushers him to bed.

nsfw alphabet with general hux – again, pure porn. i mean, it is.

misc. sex w/ hux headcanons – a nsfw post about what sex would be like with the ginger general!

REY X READER ; 

‘like home’ – a ficlet where rey and you talk before she leaves for luke’s island. kisses are shared.

misc. sex headcanons w/ rey – just what it sounds like! nsfw!

FINN X READER ;

misc. sex headcanons w/ finn – finny baby this is nsfw, i’m sorry, ur married to jesus.

OBI-WAN X READER ;

‘dinner & dessert’ – senator!reader and obi-wan let off some much needed steam. nsfw. pure porn.

nsfw alphabet w/ obi – again, more porn. we know how i roll.

misc. sex headcanons w/ obi – nsfw. wow. all i write is porn for obi.

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I. AM. CRYING.

The new chapter is giving us so much and I need to t a l k

The way Aizawa is looking at the readers while saying that makes me feel attacked

Mic reverting back to his loud and unserious self. At this point I feel like it's his way of coping, where Aizawa tries to shut down his feelings he buries it under his 'play dumb' attitude. He's trying hard to pretend that this isn't affecting him by covering up his pain.

Also, Kurogiri's body is made of that stuff. How long has Shirakumo gone without feeling the warmth and touch of another human being? ;_; If he's still in there, has be been feeling like he's less and less of a human after having his body turned to mist?

And here we have Aizawa being in denial again. We've seen this before, for a man who lives of logic he sure does let emotion cloud his judgement when it comes to things/people he's become attached to. Probably why he tries even harder to close himself off from others, because he knows he'll only get himself hurt.

We also have a very cute looking Aizawa in the middle of all this pain and his husband knows it too 👀

Seeing him try to hold back his tears is so heartbreaking

THIS HURTS MORE I WAS NOT PREPARED BRING THE TISSUES AND EYEDROPS

I hope he isn't clinging onto an impossible hope here. He'd be doing exactly what he's trying to stop kids from doing. Reaching for something they cannot achieve and then hurting themselves when they don't.

This page though. The very first page. They wanted to start their own agency together. I see now why Aizawa's so hell bent on that 'it's cruel to let a dream end halfway'.

It wasn't just Shirakumo's dream that was crushed. Mic and Aizawa himself got their dream ended halfway when Shirakumo died that day.

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I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING

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I’m back!😆 A piece done for an absolute legend of a commissioner! @the-mermaid-diary 😉😍 Enjoy😌

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