#I WAS SINGING IT IN MY HEAD BUT I COULDN'T THINK OF THE WORD FLAWS

[astraystayyh]

All for you

skz and the vows they'd write for you.

fluff. gn reader. word count-3.9k. listen to video games by lana del rey if you can!!!

a.n: thank you to @a-cute-french-fry and @dorisnumber1fan for brainstorming some of these with me <3 i made myself very delulu with this so ENJOY. happy 3k!!! i love you all muahhh <3

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 chan ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

Chan's warm hands are in yours, fingers tangled with one another tightly- like the sturdy roots of an ancient tree.

“Baby,” he calls out softly, and you can already feel tears well up in your eyes at the tenderness in his voice. His thumb reaches out instinctively to wipe the lone tear that managed to escape. His right hand remains on your cheek, cradling it gently.

“Seungmin always liked to joke that I was nearly half-fifty-two. Then half fifty-three on my next birthday,” he starts, as a faint giggle escapes your lips. “That's how I counted time too, with the different days I lived… That is until I met you.” He pauses, a shaky breath leaving him and crashing onto you. “Suddenly I was no longer twenty-six. I was one week old since I met you. Three months since I’ve loved you. And then five years since you changed my life. Years no longer marked the passage of my time. It was you who marked the passage of me.”

“I always had this idea in my head, that I was only worth loving easily. If I diluted all my problems, concealed all my flaws and insecurities to please the ones around me, only then was I deserving of love. But you...” His eyes soften, even more so than they were before. “But you loved me, you loved me on my happy days, and on my darkest ones. You loved me, even when I couldn't understand it, even when I couldn't see what was there to care for in me. So, thank you, for showing me that I am worthy of love, simply because I am me. Thank you for choosing to be patient with me. You don't always know what to do to help, nor do I, but you try, and I try, and isn't that what love is, in the end? To take time out of your day to try, for the person you love?” His voice cracks, as sudden tears wash over his rosy cheeks.

“And I love you. I love to love you. And I cannot not love you, not when my heart beats to the melody of your existence. I promise that even when I’m eighty, I’ll always try to love you better, softer, gentler. I'll never stop trying to be worthy of your love, to be worthy of being yours. Only ever yours.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 minho ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“Angel,” Minho smiles softly, the back of his hand brushing tenderly against your cheek. “I love you, so so much. You know that, right? I probably don't say it as much as I feel it, because I always do. Every second of my existence is spent loving you. Even when I’m not fully awake, and still floating in that hazy space between dreams and consciousness, I can still feel it deep within me that I love you. It is the one thing that ties me back to life itself.”

“And I never... I never imagined that I could adore someone this much. So much that I always think of you, always miss you, even when you're near. Because I feel as if I missed out on years of loving you, back when we didn't know each other. And I- I want to love you, hard enough so it'd feel as if I’ve done it for your entire life.” He's blinking repeatedly, you're surprised he can still read the words scribbled on his paper. You can sense that the tears glistening in his eyes are on the verge of spilling, so you grab his hand and squeeze it gently. 'I'm here', you silently say- he understands.  

“Thank you for holding my hand. Now, and every time I’ve needed you. Thank you for being here for me, with me. I... I always thought that people like me were destined to be alone. But- but being with you feels like I’m with myself. There's no need for me to pretend. Thank you for not making me pretend anymore. You are my mirror, you and I are one, and I- I hope...” He brings your hand to his chest, where his heart beats wildly- 'stay with me' it sings to you.

“I hope you can always feel my love for you. Now and when we're too old sitting on the patio of our home, and my hand is still in yours. Because my heart belongs to you, it beats for you and I breathe for you.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 changbin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“You're breathtaking,” Changbin whispers in awe, his eyes tracing the contours of your body with each lingering look, like the brush of a skilled artist.

“So are you,” you giggle, but he shakes his head vehemently, drawing nearer to you. “You are the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I can't believe I’m marrying you,” he chuckles in disbelief, before grabbing your hand and twirling you around, showing you off for all to see. 

“Look at who I’m marrying!” he shouts with bursting excitement, as he dips you down, his nose grazing yours gently, a soft touch amidst the loud exclamations around you. 

“Still sure you want to marry him?!” Seungmin shouts from his seat and you giggle, wrapping your arm around Changbin’s waist. “I do!” 

Your laughter gradually fades, as Changbin clears his throat. His head is tilted to the side, a small, incredulous smile drawn on his lips as he contemplates the loveliness of this moment- of marrying you. 

“My baby. My beautiful baby. I think this is the happiest day of my life. But again, every day is a happy one with you. I... I've never known that love could be unconditional, that loving someone would feel as simple as breathing. Until you. Loving you doesn't feel like I’m taking something out of my being, and giving it to you. But rather, I’m nurturing something within me, a blossoming tender emotion that grows within my soul. Loving you...” he steps forward, cradling your cheeks in his warm hands. “Loving you makes me happy, immensely happy. Because you are the sunset that makes people stop in their tracks to admire it. You are the beautiful scenery that gives hope to everyone who witnesses it. And you make me feel alive. More than I’ve ever been before you.”

“And I promise...” he pauses, wide eyes trying their best to embrace each feature drawn on your face. “I promise to love you more today than I did yesterday. I promise to shoulder the pain that slips through the cracks in your heart, the one that you try so hard to conceal from me. I promise to hear your silent cries and to hug you until your soul stops bleeding. I promise to see you, even when you try to hide from me. I promise to hurt if it means you'll feel less pain. And I-” his voice trembles as it washes over your old scars, delicately erasing them from your memory. 

“I will love you. When the pain seems too big, I will love you. And when your happiness shines the brightest, I will love you. I am madly, irrevocably, desperately in love with you. My heart is tangled in yours.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 hyunjin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“My love,” Hyunjin begins before abruptly stepping forward, pressing his lips onto yours. The kiss is dizzying and sweet, it reminds you of the figs he hand-fed you yesterday- honey dripping down his tongue onto yours. “I’m sorry,” he whispers once he steps back. “I couldn't help myself. You're so pretty,” he admits sheepishly, and you giggle, too in love to ever mind.

“Where was I? Right, hi, my love. Writing these vows was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Not because I didn't know what to say, but there is so much I wish to express, to talk about when it comes to you. How my soul seems to burn for you. How you’re my last love, but also my first, because I don’t think I’ve ever truly loved before you. Not when you are love itself. But I… I found this journal entry, from four years ago. And I want to read it to you.” He clears his throat, a useless attempt to erase the quiver in his voice.

“I used to believe that love was meant to be grandiose. Extravagant gestures and confessions that will seem too magical for any ordinary human. That’s what I craved; a love so big it would overtake my being completely. But... But tonight, you played with my hair as I laid my head on your lap. And we held hands while drinking warm tea on your couch. And it felt enough, more than enough for me to lead a beautiful life. One worth remembering, one worth commemorating. All because it’s with you.

I realize now that I no longer have to search for love all around me, because you hand it to me, so freely, so selflessly. You love me on our extraordinary days and our mundane ones. I never have to second guess it with you. We may be angry, sad, or frustrated, but the love always remains. It's the one emotion that ties us together, that anchors us to one another. My compass. You.

I don't think I ever 'fell' in love with you. Because a fall can never be gentle, it always hurts, even if for a little. And you must always get up afterward, in a minute, in an hour, in a few years. You can't stay down forever. But this, what I feel for you, the emotion that makes my heart beat is tender and soft. It feels like walking inside a home where the light is golden, the windows are wide open, and every past version of me finally finds what it was looking for all along. I want to stay in you for a while. For a long time. For the rest of my life. And I’ll do whatever it takes so you’d let me.

P.S: I am sleeping with a light heart tonight. I hope that, for as long as I’m breathing, you will always too. You deserve it, more than anyone who has ever walked this earth.”

There is a long pause, as Hyunjin’s words hang over the air; they knock the breath out of you but simultaneously fill you with life. You step forward, swiping away his tears gently. He brings your hand to his mouth, soft rosy lips brushing against your knuckles. 

 “I guess I've been writing my vows since the day I met you,” he smiles softly, delicate love overflowing from him. “Every painting, every journal entry, was to you, by you, for you. Thank you for being my home. Thank you for choosing to love me, every day. Thank you for allowing me to witness the magic that is you. I will forever and always orbit around you.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 han ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“Have I ever told you that you're my favorite artist, sweetheart?” Han’s voice is gentle, as he begins speaking. It reminds you of the waves lapping at your feet when he proposed to you. “I feel as if, as soon as you stepped into my life, you began to paint it with the most vibrant colors. The ones I’ve been desperately longing for. Because it is hard… to see the world as a rainbow when you've felt in blacks and whites for so long.” Han’s gaze softens as he spots the tears now trailing down your cheeks. “Shh, don't cry, honey. Or I’ll start crying too, and I don't think I can stop then,” he whispers and you nod, a breathy giggle escaping your lips.  

“My mind used to be a scary place. But it no longer is, because it's now filled with thoughts of you. I like to imagine that you planted yourself a little garden there, vibrant tulips and roses. And these flowers may wither down. But they will always bloom again, watered by my love for you, and your love for me. And I hope you know that I... I'll always be there for you too. When the thoughts in your head won't quiet down, I’ll talk for as long as it takes to distract you. And when you want to sit in silence, I’ll be near you, holding your hand. And when you want to be alone, I’ll be there, lingering around the door, within your reach. In whichever shape you want me, you'll get me. I am here, I won't ever leave you.”

“And now I’m crying too” Han chuckles softly, and through the shimmering veil of your tears, you cling to his hand to see.

“I really, really don't know what I ever did to deserve you. But I know I’ll try my entire life to be worthy of you. For as long as I’m here then there will always be someone who loves you. Someone who is proud of you; for breathing, for trying, for never giving up. Please never forget that. You are my strength, my peace, my home. You are everything I have ever dreamed of in human form.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 felix ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

The golden rays reflect on Felix’s eyes as he looks down at his paper. A summer wedding- he insisted, his only condition to you. It is ridiculous, you wanted to tell him, to expect it to be any season but summer when he is the sun.

“Hi baby,” he grins, twinkling brown eyes captivating yours. “God, I’m so nervous. I rehearsed this ten times in front of chan. I think he learned it by heart now.” You giggle, as Chan’s laughter travels across the venue. “I’m not usually afraid of speaking in front of people. But you aren't anyone. I guess that's why I’m nervous. You look really beautiful today. This isn't in my papers, I just wanted to tell you. Because you are. You're always beautiful but today you're absolutely breathtaking and I can't believe I’m marrying you. Thank you for saying yes,” he pauses, a breathy chuckle escaping him. “I’m rambling, aren't I?” you nod, a wide grin on your face. You love him.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I... I'm known as the massage fairy, right? I think I might've massaged almost everyone present in this room.” The loud cheers of your friends signal that they agree.

“I used to, I mean, I do it because you get knots in places your hands can't reach, and it feels nice, for someone to ease the ache of your muscles for you. And I always thought that massages were strictly physical. That it just undoes tension in your body, nothing more, nothing less. And I never told you, because it sounded silly in my head. But I knew... I knew I loved you when you massaged my shoulders for the first time. Do you remember, baby?” he asks, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “That was two months into our relationship. Which is fairly early, but time means nothing when it comes to you.”

“My shoulders were sore, and when I told you, you stood behind me instantly. You started to massage my shoulders and I almost cried right there and then. Because your fingers worked delicately, and it felt as if you were kneading your love into my body. You lifted an invisible weight off of me that day, an emotional one. I didn't even know it was there until you touched me. That's how I knew you were different, to me. That your touch wasn't strictly physical, that it reached into depths of my soul, that it soothed aches I’m not even fully aware of,” he pauses, drawing in a deep breath.

“You already know this, but I... I never really learned how to deal with sadness, because it all happens so suddenly with me. One bad thought always brings with it ten others and suddenly I am pulled into a pool of horrible feelings. But your hands keep me afloat until I’m ready to swim by myself again. I think... I think you understand my sadness more than I do. Maybe because you're a part of me, two halves of the same heart.” His voice softens at the last word, as unshed tears glimmer in his eyes.

“I hope, I pray, that my hands massaging your sore shoulders would also reach into your soul and heal its ache. And I know I might not make you feel better, instantly, or in a day, or the following one. But I promise that I won't ever leave, even if the bad times stretch forward. I'll be with you, patiently, just as you do to me. I may not understand myself fully, but I know that my soul was crafted to love you. Every atom in me is yours, and that is enough knowledge for me.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 seungmin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

You take a step forward, brows knitted in concentration as you carefully readjust Seungmin’s black tie. Your hands then glide to his shoulders, smoothing the fabric of his suit. “Nervous?” You ask, and he responds with a subtle nod, planting a chaste kiss upon your forehead.

“Don’t be. It’s just me.”

“It’s never ‘just you’ to me.” He gently holds your chin, dainty fingers commanding a cascade of butterflies inside you. “Just look at me, okay?” You smile tenderly and he nods, taking a step backward.

Seungmin draws in a deep breath, eyes traveling over the entire room before finally settling on you.

“I’ve always liked math. I liked the security that numbers gave me, the exactitude of this science. Because one plus one equals two, and no change in our world, however grand it may be, could ever alter it. I liked things that I could grasp, that I could wrap my head around fully. Tangible rules and formulas. They were my safety net. Until you came into my life. You were the wildest variable I’ve ever encountered, and being near you made me crave things I’ve never known. You pushed me out of my comfort zone, but I wasn't afraid to fall into the unknown, because I knew you'd be there to catch me. So, you became my risks and paradoxically, my safety net, all in one.” He doesn’t look down at his paper- his kind eyes never leave yours, and you’re suddenly the only two humans existing in this world.

 “I remember a Tuesday night, two years ago. You slept over at my house, and we didn't do anything special. We just talked a lot, about everything and nothing, just saying whatever crossed our minds. And then you dozed off on my chest. You looked so... Peaceful in my arms, and I was surprised you weren't woken up by my wild heartbeat. Because I suddenly realized that I wanted a forever with you, right there and then.” You both step forward at the same time, hands reaching out blindly to hold one another.

“I’ve always found it a bit weird to crave something to last for a duration that we humans cannot grasp. Everything we know is ephemeral. Everything has a beginning and an end. So, I never really believed in forever, until you. Forever exists because I can't see myself ever not loving you,” a faint hiccup courses through him, as he looks up at the sky- an earnest attempt to stop his tears from falling. It is useless, because once he looks at you again, emotion overtakes him, rippling from him in waves.

“Even- even when we're both no longer here, and my body can no longer contain my soul. Even if I only roam in space eternally, as a small speck of light, my destination would always be you, because my love for you would be the only thing my soul would remember. The core foundation of my being, the essence of who I am is my love for you, and even if everything around me fades, the love for you will stay.” His forehead presses onto yours, a last whisper, only meant for you- “My eternity is you.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 jeongin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

Jeongin's lips graze the inside of your wrist, right where your pulse dances in fervor- for him alone. He looks self-assured, as he lets go of your hand to take out a paper from his pocket. But there is a faint blush tainting his cheeks; it travels down his neck when he clears his throat.

“Baby,” he starts, voice hoarse from barely hidden emotion- the notes of it settle inside your heart. “I don't know where we will be many years down the road, or what we will be doing. But I know that there are things that won't change between us. I know that I’ll listen to all your rants about your favorite show, and I’ll buy you ice cream when you're craving it at 3 a.m. I will still buy two bottles of my shampoo because you love to use mine more than yours. And I like it when you carry a part of me with you, even in such a subtle way. I will still give you my jacket, even when you insist you aren't cold, but I can tell, because I know you. I will...” He sucks in a deep breath, as his vision grows blurry from the tears in his waterline.

“I will make you coffee in the morning, exactly how you like it, down to how many ice cubes you use. I will warm up your towel as you shower and I will fold your laundry because I know you hate doing it. And I- I will hold your hand when we cross the road, and in crowded places, and in the lines of every coffeeshop we’ll go to. I will run my fingers down your spine when you're about to sleep, and I will-” Jeongin's tears splatter across the paper, smudging its black ink. His lips are quivering, as the paper shakes in his hands.

“I will kiss your tiny bruises and remind you to breathe on- on days where...” Jeongin crumples the paper in his hand as he finally looks at you. He’s crying, a stream of tears trailing down his cheeks like a floodgate that isn't planning on stopping. “On days where it seems impossible to.” He finishes, the words he's written long forgotten by him. He didn't need to read them when he had you in front of him- the sole holder of his love.

“And I will hug you tight on nights when your sadness feels bigger than what your body can contain. And when words don't seem to make sense in your head, I’ll- I’ll listen to you, I’ll understand you, I’ll learn you. And I will love you. I will love you and I’ve loved you and I love you. And I- I wish there was a word bigger than love to describe how I feel for you. Because four letters never seem enough when it comes to you. But I am yours, body, heart, and soul. Wherever you go I follow. Till the ends of the earth, I'll be there.”

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[prettiestlovergirl]

hii! its tots fine if no but could you maybe do some fluff with basketball player luke and like him tryinh to teach you how to play?🙈

i read basketball & fluff and my one tree hill obsessed heart started singing. YES, ABSOLUTELY I CAN DO THIS <3333 have to preface this by saying that i know like nothing about basketball, though. i am a strictly baseball-hockey girl myself sdjfhskdjfh. my knowledge is limited but i will do my best, hehe. she's short and sweet. enjoy, my lovely! 𓆩♡𓆪

"you might be the worst player i have ever seen, and i once watched grover try to play." your boyfriend, luke castellan, chuckled unhelpfully from behind you.

you and luke had been going out for a couple of months now and honestly? you'd never been happier. he'd made you feel so welcome your first week of camp and every day since, he'd made you feel safe and cared for.

you were basically luke's dream girl. you were funny, caring, charming, and you had very quickly become his safe space. your one big flaw, however, was that you couldn't play basketball for shit.

the two of you had been playing horse on the camp court and you were failing... miserably. luke already had H-O-R-S and you... had no letters. yeah, you were that bad.

"in the words of annabeth: statistically speaking, you should have at least gotten one by now." he grinned, his smile only growing wider when you turned around to glare at him.

"oh, fuck off! not all of us are basketball superstars!" you huffed, but you couldn't help but laugh along with him. this was part of why you cared about him so much, he could always make you laugh despite yourself.

"if this is the best you can do, i don't think we can see each other anymore. makes me look bad." he laughed, quickly getting up from the bench he was on to avoid getting hit with the ball you tossed at him.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding! c'mere." he laughed, beckoning you toward him with that easy smile you loved. "i can't do it, basketball is not one of my many skills! quit on me, castellan, i'll only slow you down." you sighed dramatically.

"alright, drama queen. you can, just trust me." luke stated, rolling his eyes at your dramatics. "square your shoulders, to the basket." he instructed, watching as you begrudgingly did as told, lips formed in a little pout.

"now, you gotta bring the ball up right past your nose like this, okay?" he instructed, demonstrating exactly what to do with his own arms, ball in hand as you went through the motion with him.

"bend your knees a little." he corrected, holding the ball out for you to grab before stepping behind you. "relax your hips..." he murmured, gently placing his hands on you and leaning down to your ear to make sure you could still hear him... and also to be a romantic sap.

"and... just shoot." he stated, eyes watching you while you eyed the hoop suspiciously. "that's it? just shoot?" you asked, voice a little breathy as you turned your head a bit to look at him. "just shoot." he repeated with a nod.

"well, here goes nothing." you sighed, bending your knees a little more before bending a little and letting the ball fly out of your hands and... right into the net.

"holy shit" you breathed, grin breaking out onto your face as you turned to look at your smiling, slightly cocky boyfriend. "told you so." he smirked, grunting a bit on impact as you flung your arms around him with a laugh.

"okay, maybe you can be right sometimes." you relented, sighing dramatically like it was the hardest thing you'd ever have to admit. "that's very big of you, babe." he chuckled, eyes shining with adoration as he looked at you.

"now, do it a few more times and maybe you'll catch up to me." luke hummed, jogging leisurely to go pick up the ball from it's spot by the bench.

"nuh uh, castellan. i'm going out on the high of making that one shot, i'm retired, 'm too good to keep going." you stated, shaking your head and turning on your heel to leave.

"quitter!" he called after you, grinning as you simply flipped him off and kept walking. "see you before dinner?"

"duh, you owe me a victory kiss."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

#☆lola's lovely convos #☆lola writes ! #luke castellan #pjo #pjo series #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fluff #fluff #pjo fluff #☆ lola's requests !

[liyuee-qixing]

“I'm A Wreck Without You”

Synopsys:Genshin Men as A Romance song

Character:Childe,Dottore, Scaramouche

Genres:mostly angst to comfort

Author note:my fav trios to write

Childe

Line without a hook

“was it something I said that make you feel like a burden?"he sat down beside you,wiping off your tears that drips down your cheeks. His brow Eyebrow knitted together and forehead sweaty, he just yelled you this morning pointing out all of your insecurities and flaws,you had every right to be mad and upset at him right now,your sobs just get louder by his words. Yet you hide your face to his chest,crying it all out

“and if I could take it all back,I swear that i would pull you from the side”his word were soft,softer than any snow in snezhnaya. Yet it hide his fear,his worry far with in. He's afraid someday later you had enough of his sharp comments, he's afraid you will get tired of the endless argument he trying to win, he's afraid you have enough of him. Yet at this moment,his hand is placed on your head, stroking your hair as you cried to his chest

"is it's worth it?"the voice in his mind screamed at him,no. It All was not worth it,he can't bear to hear you cry,he can't bear to see you getting hurted especially by himself.

"is it worth it?"the voice in his mind screamed at him again,how dumb he is to let you cry alone by yourself even though he swore to not hurt you in his life,His touch was so gentle,so soft and full of regret. He promised to himself to never broke his promises again.

Scaramouche

Boyfriend

“stop crying,i could be a better boyfriend than him”scaramouche scoff as he look at you right in your eye,how come you're crying over an untrustworthy worthless man while he's right here? He wipes your tears off your cheeks before he's back staring you right into your eyes.

“I could do the shit he never did,up all night and I won't quit”your roommate said,he look very through fully to your eyes while you are still sobbing. He caress your cheeks before he leave a kiss on your cheeks trailing it down to your neck. You were quite shocked by his actions but let him continues

"thinking I'm going to steal you from him”he continue to wipe off your tears from the corner of your eyes with the pad of his finger,never once in his life he has treated anyone the same way he treat you at this very moment. Confessing his true feelings

Dottore

Another love

“and if somebody hurt you I wanna fight too”Dottore doesn't care what does another feel. Dottore has saw tears before,tears of his victim that cry out in fear,but he just couldn't bar to see a tears on your face,all of this was his fault, you shrieked in fear the time you saw him,he raised both of his hand and voice to you earlier,tricking you to think he'll hurt you even more.

“but my hand has broke way too many time”Love,he called. He's ready to apologize to you,with gift on his hand and a bouquet of flowers on his other hand,his only wish right now is for you to accept his apology,he couldn't imagine more far worse scenarios than you leaving him. And it all because his stupidity,his careless attitude. Your gaze softened upon his presence, he sit beside you on your both shared bed as he uttered his apology

“so I'll use my voice, I'll be fucking rude”he'll try to explain the situation,but the only words he could spit out is sorry,and don't leave me,when you finally relax a bit, he'll offer you a soft message,kiss your forehead, cheeks and your hand as he uttered other sorry

“and I'll sing this song to be just our..”it incredible how much patient you have with him,how you bear with him in all of the situation happened,and all in the name of love

#genshin imagines #dottore x reader #fiction #genshin angst #genshin headcanons #il dottore x reader #childe #dottore angst #childe angst #genshin impact angst #genshin comfort #genshin impact comfort #scaramouche angst #scaramouche x reader

[judasgot-it]

Tachihara x Reader

Scenario: You get a ride home with Tachihara after attending a company party. On the way back, you decide to attend a shitty pop-up carnival

I had this in my drafts for like over 2 months so I just wanted to like, finally finish it. I think it's silly and idk not the best, still figuring out how to write Tachihara TBH but I think he's a cutie patootie.

Side note this is like 3500 words ?? it's kinda long for tumblr but ima upload it anyway

As the secretary of the Hunting Dogs, you were unfortunately forced to attend their company parties.

If there was someone else in your department, you would have loved to complain to them about how this was 'unfair' and a 'worker's violation' as you were not even being paid to attend these.

Off the clock.

But no one else was dumb enough to take this job, so you were the only person in your department. Seriously, you did the paperwork for 5 people.

The dental was amazing, though.

But that left you as the only 'sane' person forced to witness the antics of the Hunting Dogs while they were drunk. Really, you forced to watch them sober, since you couldn't ever get more than a drink in before the drinking contest began.

You would think Tecchou would be better than this but as of now, he was doing karaoke with the commander while Teruko was laughing at...nothing. She was somehow standing though, which was better than Fukuchi who was shirtless and kneeling on the floor while singing whatever song was playing.

You could barely tell what it was, it might've been Taylor Swift. He seemed...passionate.

If you had to hear whatever sad song it was all night you were going to make your ears bleed.

Although thankfully, you had a backup plan. You couldn't drive - your car was destroyed in a recent bombing attack, so you were lucky that your bed for tonight was your desk.

Which was on the other side of the building, probably far enough away to at least let you sleep quietly.

You could probably get away with it. No one here would notice.

So you took your snacks - which were probably the best thing about these parties, and left for what would be your bedroom

Exiting the room, you could see now that it was quiet and kind of terrifying - a liminal space.

The hallway was now darker than it should have been, settled in an uneasy quiet. The lights above your head had sobered you up quickly, as you walked away from the room, leaving the sounds of laughter and screaming.

You felt something warm pull your shoulder to look behind you. The reaction you had might have been dramatic.

"Are you ok? You aren't scared are you?"

Tachihara was there, smiling as he looked perfectly sober - he didn't even smell of any alcohol, holding a juice box instead.

Now you felt a real fear coursing through your veins. He was going to say something, wasn't he?

"No, I was just heading out."

You weren't shaken easily - unsettled yes, but not truly scared.

"Do you want a ride home?" He said it with a genuine smile, not knowing the genuine terror that was running through your veins right now.

You really did care about Tachihara, as he was probably the most normal member of the Hunting Dogs, but there was one flaw you could not get around.

He drove a motorcycle. You hated motorcycles.

It was nothing short of terrifying every time you saw him riding it, let alone the thought of you getting on it. How could you? It was nothing short of a death trap.

There were no seatbelts either, there was just too much that could possibly kill you.

"No that's ok. I didn't plan on going home anyway, I was going to sleep in my office."

It sounded weird saying it outloud, but you were not going to let him take you on a ride on his deathtrap.

Tachihara just blinked.

"Really? Isn't it closed off still for cleaning?"

Oh. Right.

"Then the lounge. I can manage. Seriously, don't worry about me, just get yourself home, ok? I don't want to be a bother when it's so late."

You tried to sound serious, but Tachihara was still a man that had major flaws. His right now? Being too kind.

A good flaw, but a painful one to fight.

"No it's ok, you aren't a bother. Seriously, your house isn't far off from mine, it'd be very quick I swear."

He was earnest, already leading you in the opposite direction of where you were originally going. You decided not to fight it.

Home was better than a dirty floor anyway, so why not?

You let him guide you to where his vehicle of death was waiting, accepting your fate.

It would be a short ride, so you would just have to suffer through it for only a little bit. That's what you told yourself.

"Oh, Jouno! What are you doing out here?"

Oh god oh please no.

Just at your greatest inconvenience, you found Jouno outside the building, right in front of the parking lot, sitting right at the smoker's bench. His white head of hair peaked from underneath the overhang, nearly impossible to ignore.

"Oh, Tachihara. Are you heading home?"

"Yeah, I was bringing Y/n home too. Do you need a ride? I can't help but notice you're sitting here by yourself..."

Tachihara was too kind. You were already forced to accept his offer, but please, Jouno could take care of himself-

"Tachihara have I ever told you that you're one of the only people I respect on the team?"

Jouno had gotten up, strolling over to where the two of you stood underneath the light. You hated this. Jouno definitely was going to tease you about how scared you were, which was not fun at all.

Also, how were three people going to fit on his bike? It wasn't exactly the biggest, and shoving you between two full-grown men didn't seem ideal.

"Are you sure we're all going to fit? I could just go back inside or call a ride."

You said this in hopes of maybe getting out of it one last time. Jouno just laughed.

"Aw, are you scared?"

Tachihara, the angel that he was, reached over and patted your shoulder.

"You'll have me and Jouno. Know I won't let anything happen to you - swear on it."

"You swear on what?"

Tachihara paused, contemplating his next words.

"Um...my sword."

You raised your eyebrow at him. He patted your shoulder again, trying to put your unease to rest.

"Let's just go."

Jouno walked ahead, towards what will be your sudden demise. You tried to stay calm following behind them as you saw the death trap in waiting.

Tachihara walked towards its side, taking the helmet he had let hang on its handlebar, and gently placed it on top of your head. You didn't bother fighting him, looking to the side as he fiddled with the clasps underneath your chin.

"You probably need this the most. Don't worry though, I'm a safe driver."

"It's not that - what if there's a drunk driver and they hit us? What if I fall off? What if we're all too heavy and we can't turn properly and we crash and explode?"

You felt a hand land on your shoulder as your heart pumped through your ears. Your fear was starting to overwhelm you.

"Don't be a pussy Y/n. Get on, I'd like to go home."

That was really reassuring. Thanks, Jouno.

You straightened up, holding your sandwiches closer to your chest. Tachihara sat on the bike, patting the seat behind him.

You got on, pressing your body behind Tachihara's. You didn't know what to do with your arms, so you just clutched your sandwiches. They were your sense of comfort right now.

"Y/n, you'll fall off if you don't hold onto something."

Oh. With one arm, you grabbed Tachihara's waist, trying your best to keep your head up and look forward.

"Scoot forward."

You felt Jouno sit behind you, pressing you closer against Tachihara. You felt his hand sneak around you, stealing from your sandwich bag. Bastard.

You swatted him away, trying not to fall off. It led to you leaning your full body on Tachihara, who was taking a long time to put his keys in the ignition.

"Did you forget how to drive Tachihara? I'm getting a little cold back here."

Jouno said this with a mouthful of your sandwich. He chastises manners but here he was, a thief and a brat.

"Who said you could have my sandwiches?"

"They aren't yours, know your place Y/n."

"You didn't even stay to eat any of them so shut up-"

The bike started, to Tachihara's joy. You felt the fear course back through your body again, but you didn't get to dwell on it it again as he only kicked back the leg and started bike, not giving you even a chance to adjust yourself.

You tried to hold your head up and stay strong, not show weakness - but the wind picking up around you and all you could do was bury your head behind Tachihara.

You heard Tachihara and Jouno begin a conversation but you didn't even acknowledge it, not even the sandwich stealing anymore as you held onto the man before you as if your life depended on it. Hopefully, his surgeries were enough to protect against your iron grip, as it was the only thing that made you truly feel safe.

The ride wasn't even a full 5 minutes but you felt like you were in hell that whole time. You'd think being pressed against two men like this would be more romantic but you didn't feel that way, instead feeling bile rise up in your throat every time you all turned.

"That stupid carnival is back in the city. I can smell it from all the way over here."

You perked up at that. Jouno had his head up, his hands loosely holding onto your waist - this type of ride really did seem normal to him, as he just looked out somewhere, eating his sandwich.

"Oh that seems fun. Do you wanna go? They stay open pretty late."

Jouno scoffed.

"No, they absolutely reek. I also happen to value my sleep, unlike some people." The people you assumed he was referring to were his teammates, who were most likely either passed out drunk or still singing their godawful karaoke.

"Why don't you and Y/n go, I know you absolutely love carnival rides, don't you Y/n?"

Your heart was speeding up. That was terrifying - you hated the idea of any of that.

"Who says I don't like my sleep either, Jouno?"

"I'd like to go! C'mon, it'd be fun! We can go on rides, maybe we'll even arrest someone!"

Tachihara was being so positive tonight. It was almost suspicious. It was tempting to say yes just because of his attitude alone, but there was that funny feeling in your stomach at the thought of it.

"But what if the ride breaks down and we all get crushed or fall out and die?"

You were simply being realistic.

"I'm a hunting dog, Y/n. I can handle something like that easily. Plus, if that happened Jouno would be there, right?"

"I'm not a chaperone for your little kiddie date. You can handle things by yourselves, the worst is just you guys getting scammed."

Finally, you'd stopped to drop off Jouno. He could've walked this distance, although maybe he had something to gain from the ride. Like your food, which was now all gone.

All you had left was an empty bag, the absolute prick that he was. He also left you a cold back, since you were squished between him and Tachihara during the duration of your ride. From his smirk, as he was walking away, waving goodbye to the two of you, he knew how agitated he had left you.

It made you pull yourself closer to Tachihara, trying to steal his body warmth in order to recoup what had been lost. Tachihara coughed, adjusting himself so the two of you could have more space on the bike.

"So? Let's go to the carnival."

It was a way to break the silence the two of you had fallen into. He said it was a confident smile, as if he practiced this in the mirror twenty times before. You simply nodded, not knowing how to reply.

He revved up the bike, heading in its direction. You didn't know what to say to get out of this, since a part of you did want to go.

It'd be like a fun date, even if you couldn't say that out loud.

"I'm scared of rollercoasters."

You told him honestly. You hoped he wouldn't judge you, seeing as he was a very earnest man.

"I figured. Don't worry, we'll conquer your fear tonight. Exposure therapy does wonders, and plus? I'll be there the entire time, so it's not like you'll be alone."

You said nothing, just holding his waist firmly. This seemed like a better idea than what you had originally planned for tonight, so why not? You could trust Tachihara.

He stopped the bike, in some lot a little walk away from the carnival. You could hear the pop music and screams coming from the place.

Turning towards you, he gave you a warm smile.

"If anything does happen, I'll be sure to protect you, ok?"

You handed him the helmet, giving him a smile. You did appreciate the gesture, as much as it was well-intentioned. That didn't stop you from not wanting to rip your own teeth out of your mouth as you got off the bike and forced yourself the walk towards the carnival, and not away.

"How expensive are these places anyway? I don't actually know if I have my wallet on me."

"Oh don't worry, we aren't paying."

Oh?

Tachihara turned towards you, a strange look on his face. One you would associate with Teruko or Jouno - a grin that typically held ill intentions.

Mischief.

What was this man dragging you into?

Well, turns out - dubiously legal activities.

Being a hunting dog had its perks. For one thing, his government ID assured him discounts everywhere he went. It was great when he went grocery shopping - you would know, you abused Fukuchi's credit card as a perk of your job.

Although telling the ticketing staff that he was 'inspecting' the rides, and would arrest anyone who didn't comply with his orders, hardly counted as getting a 'free' discount.

You were now forced to play along with this. You didn't even know Tachihara had such a cruel side to him, bullying a bunch of carnival workers who just wanted to get a paycheck by making fun of teenagers and out-of-touch men in their 40s.

It was a hard job to have, obviously.

The staff stalked the two of you as you walked in, giving you goosebumps. It didn't help that the two of you were still in your work clothes, really selling the 'government inspection' that the two of you were giving.

Although by the end of the night, you were expecting your clothing to probably need a good dry cleaning.

The fair wasn't bad - but you could smell vomit near some of the rides, and they looked suspiciously rusty. Clearly, this place was in tip-top shape. You just had to convince yourself that the Ferris wheel wasn't making suspicious creaking sounds every time it started up again.

You clearly were just a bit paranoid.

"So what should we ride first? I'm thinking we start small and then build our way up."

Tachihara had his hands on his hips, looking around for the best ride to start. He was being nice at least, giving you the illusion of choice now that you've gotten this far.

You were stuck. It didn't matter what you did, you were the idiot that agreed.

"I'm ok with that. I don't think the hand gliders look that bad, they seem pretty tame."

It also featured a seatbelt. And a big, nice, safety bar.

The best part? It was a two-seated ride. So if something happened on that ride, you knew that Tachihara would be there with you.

Tachihara smiled, as clearly, this would be a good night for him.

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The night was going about as great as you expected it to. Although, you could even say a little better, even.

If this were a date, you might have kissed Tachihara by the end of it. You sure as hell owed him something at the very least, as he had now been your human cushion on several rides, preventing you from being crushed against the greasy metal as they began.

It was a good thing he was a hunting dog. Your body weight against his was nothing to him, although he still felt like complaining once and a while about how much pain you put his ribs in.

As if you were the one with the bright idea to go here.

If he died because you crushed him to death, it was entirely his fault and his fault alone.

"You know what we need to do?"

You watched as he pointed at the ferris wheel - one that loomed over the carnival, due to it's sheer height. Seriously, how tall was that thing?

"I mean...yeah."

There were no arguments against him here. You've gone on every other ride already - you've even ridden the carousel 3 times. Tachihara used the excuse that you were 'inspecting the ride' for imperfections.

You were starting to think he was serious at some point, when he spent 5 minutes grilling a poor fair worker about the importance of safety and on how rusty their bolts were.

There was no time to dwell on that though - Tachihara was smiling as he dragged you to the last stop at the carnival of doom.

"I heard some kid saying that from the top they could see the entire city. That sounds pretty cool, doesn't it?"

He was smiling ear to ear.

You couldn't deny that offer when he looked like that.

So with your head in your heart, you let yourself be dragged through the motions, letting it drop to your stomach as you watched the city fall below you as your body raised to the sky.

You tried to stay at ease even as you were slowly raised higher and higher into the sky, the cart you were sat in shaking back and forth more than you were comfortable with.

It made you scoot closer to Tachihara, squeezing him as if he were your lifeline. He might as well be, since his body would survive a fall at this height while yours would splatter.

"Look! You can see headquarters over there."

He was pointing outward, towards a rather dark spot of the city. But it was visible, which to you felt amazing.

Also terrifying.

You clutched his arm tighter. As insurance.

He was also incredibly warm - it was cold so high up, and unfortunately, your work uniform did not account for this. You were practically trying to melt into him due to how cold you were, but you still had some pride left. You would suffer a little, having your exposed skin go numb from the cold.

"Hey, Y/n. I wanna tell you something."

"Are you going to kiss me?"

It was the perfect moment for it, really. You couldn't blame him. Everything was screaming that this was a "how I met your mother" moment anyway.

"What? Sorry. Um. No. Just-"

Tachihara looked at you, red in the face. He pushed you into his chest, holding you tight. If you squeaked, that was between you, him and the ferris wheel.

"I think I like you."

You blinked. Your hands were awkwardly held up around Tachihara, not knowing where to go. You could feel him awkwardly fidgeting with the fabric on your shoulders in your silence, as you tried to figure out a way to respond.

The ferris wheel creaked in the silence, keeping the two of you alone up top, watching the city.

"Um. I like you too, Tachihara."

You put your hands on his waist, feeling just below his ribcage. He was skinny for a guy, but you could still feel his strength.

"But how much?"

"How much?"

"How much do you like me?"

You huffed, gripping his uniform shirt and pulling him away. His eyes were almost wet with worry as he looked at you, trying to discern what you meant by your words. Fucking idiot.

"Enough to deal with this. And enough to want to kiss you."

You cupped his cheeks with your hands, looking him dead in his honey eyes. His gaze was dead set, looking right at you, not even at the city that was behind you.

"Kiss me. I'm not asking again."

You closed your eyes and waited until you felt his cold lips press against yours, finally obliging your order. It was all enough to distract you from how your stomach dropped at the thought of being so high up in the air, as now your stomach was dropping at his hands reaching down to touch your waist, his knees knocking against yours as he tried to pull you closer.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #tachihara x reader #tachihara x you #tachihara x y/n #theres a bit of jouno in here too #but hes just being regular jouno tbh #sorry i should really upload this to ao3 #but umm yea

[rennnnsworld]

Just something I wrote | attack on Titan ~ Eren x reader

Fluffy, sad, -I'm just missing aot

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The pale light of moon shine bright as if it were in a tranquil phase thanking the stars for accompanying her. My hands thread on his soft auburn hair yonderly. "Why do you love the stars so much?"

Eren's questioning voice out of my trance. I smiled at him. "They make me feel like I'm home,like I'm with you"said I. Soft shade of rosy pink spreads on his cheeks as he smiles back at me."They remind me of you", I whispered as I pull my gaze back towards the horizon full of glowing rocks of fire burning trillions of miles away.

All of a sudden, I hear his voice, humming a song I'm not familiar with. It sounds angelic, serene, like a lullaby. Times like these are the most treasured ones, when we're not haunted by the thoughts of future and what the outside world has in for us.I gazed down at his dreamy face, he had his eyes closed a soft smile spreading in his face, his pearly whites peeking through. "I can feel your eyes on me" he grinned,eyes still closed. "Keep singing" I urged him, eager to hear his melodious voice again. He smiles. A big smile, like that of a child being praised. He starts singing once more, this time more prominently. I kept my admiring eyes on him as I begin to question, how such a being,with wonderous flaws that glorify him is with me. A nobody.....well maybe a somebody. It never fails to make we ponder how such a divine being longs for my company, my affection, my love.

"what is that pretty little head of yours thinking?" He questions with a hint of playfulness evident in his tone. I feel my cheeks warm up with embarrassment. I glance back at the starry horizon. "Nothing", I smile pulls up at my lips.

He smiles again,but it's strange.

Something is wrong.

His emerald eyes are not glowing with love or affection as any other day, there's guilt and melancholy lingering in his glassy eyes.

"I hate to see you like this"

It didn't make sense. The words he uttered. The look on his face. It didn't make sense.

Many questions arise in my mind, reach my tongue but remained there, never coming out, making my skin crawl. I gazed into his eyes in search of something I myself didn't know. His eyes swirl with agony that clenched my heart tight and locks it in a cage

Something is wrong .

And not being able to know makes me squirm. Everything starts turning black,why is this happening?

I want to scream at the top of my lungs, I want to squirm and yell, I feel like I will explode any moment now."what's happening...?" I rasped out.I couldn't see anything but his face. He gave me a smile that was supposed to comfort me, but it only drove me over the edge.

"I'm always with you"

Everything went black.

It is silent and horrifying.

Gone.

I screamed and cried and yelled, for him to come back. Don't go. Come back.

My eyes jolt open.

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This is part one! I'm not sure if you like it, I'm just a begginer, constructive criticism is always helpful! Comment if you'd like a part two of this

#writing #x reader #tumblr fyp #reader insert #Spotify #anime #foryou #forypupage #reading #read #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren aot #eren fanfiction #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot fanfiction

[inconsistentwriting]

From Eden

Pairing: Leon x gn!reader

TW: I don't like Ada and I refuse to pretend I do. Slightly implied Luis x reader. I adopted Ashley, sue me. Kinda angsty confession because they are both idiots. Ada being a cockblock. Mentions of panic attacks. I know the game takes place in 2004 but I couldn't bring myself to care.

The storm was getting worse by each passing moment. Leon and Ada were checking the windows of the small cabin we were using for refuge. Luis was starting a small fire and Ashley was trembling, either from the cold and the rain, or from the fear. I took notice of how scared and anxious she looked and I made my way to her, crouching by her side.

-“Hey Ashley, are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?”

-“I’m not sure. I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack. I’m terribly scared and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Her voice was shaky and hurried, it sounded like she wasn’t even breathing as she spoke. I knew how she was feeling, shit, if I hadn’t been scared like that the first few times.

-“Tell me something, what do you usually do when you feel scared? What helps you ease the anxiety?”

Her face changed to a puzzled look. What did she do?

-“I usually listen to music, but it’s not like we can do that here.

I beamed a smile at her. That was something I could do.

-“Ashley, your luck might have not run out just yet. I used to be a singer before I started working in this business. I can sing something for you. Do you think that would help?”

Ashley’s face lit up, like I just told her everything was over.

-“I think that would help a lot.”

-“Great, just give me a moment. I’ll warn the others so they don’t get startled. I’ll have to keep it kind of quiet, but I don’t think the locals will be able to hear us.”

I stood up and made my way over to Leon and Ada, a chill growing in my spine as I approached her, I’ve never liked that woman. Both of them were quietly chatting, something so simple, yet so distant for me. As I approached they turned their heads in my direction. Leon spoke with that smooth voice that made me melt.

-“Is everything alright?”

-“No, Ashley is on the edge of a full-on anxiety attack. I asked her what I could do to help her calm down, and we agreed that singing to her would help her a lot. I’m just warning you so you don’t give me shit for being loud. I’ll keep my voice down. It’s not like there’s anyone out there, not even the infected move during a storm like this one.”

He frowned. Damn him and his beautiful face.

-“As long as you promise to keep it down.”

Ada’s venomous words filled my ears as she said:

-“Are you even any good? I mean, not to offend you, but if you screech like those things out there it won’t calm her very much.”

My face must have shown my disgust as I answered.

-“It’s not for you to hear, if it bothers you too much, you are welcome to get out of the cabin and wander alone in the storm. At least I am trying to help, which is more than what I can say about you.”

My words stung, I could tell. I’ve always known how to read people, especially people like her. I knew exactly how people like her worked, that’s exactly why I couldn’t stand her. Without giving either of them time to talk I turned around and walked over to Luis who was drying his coat with the fire he started.

-“Don’t know if you listened so I’ll tell you as well. Ashley is on the brink of a mental breakdown so I’ll be singing to help her calm down.”

He answered with the flirtiness I learned to expect from him.

-“Ohhh, so not only do you have the face of an angel, but the voice of one as well? Do you even have flaws, doll?”

-“Quit flirting Luis, pay attention to what you are doing or you’ll end up burning your jacket.”

-“As their majesty desires.”

Without another word I made my way back to Ashley.

-“I’m back. Do you have anything special you’d like to request?”

-“I don’t actually have anything in mind.”

There’s a hint of shame in her voice. I take her hand in mine and look her in the eyes.

-“Hey, it’s okay, we are in a fucked up situation you were not ready for, I don’t expect you to know everything right now. Let the thinking to me, alright?”

She slowly nods and gets closer to me, seeking the warmth and comfort of another person. She looks so scared, like a lost little kid. It’s hard for me to picture her as an adult, even though she is twenty. A kind of maternal instinct tells me I need to protect her, to shield her from the horrors that wait for us on the other side of that door. I smile at her and pull her close to my chest.

-“We’ll be okay. I’ll get you out of here and we’ll get something nice to eat, after all this running you must be starving.”

I caressed her hair while I thought of a song. I picked a song with a soft and calming melody.

-“Babe

There's something tragic about you

Something so magic about you

Don't you agree?

Babe

There's something lonesome about you

Something so wholesome about you

Get closer to me.”

I softly started singing, low enough for the rain to muffle the sound but loud enough for everyone to hear. Ashley’s tense body seemed to relax more into me.

Luis was the first one to move towards the sound, he sat next to me and laid back against the wall. He left out a small sigh as his shoulders fell tiredly.

-“No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony

No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison; chivalry fell on its sword

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.”

Next one to get close was Leon, his eyes soft as he looked into mine. He sat across from me and held my gaze. Why was he the only one who was difficult to read?

-“Babe

There's something wretched about this

Something so precious about this

Where to begin?

Babe

There's something broken about this

But I might be hoping about this

Oh, what a sin

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me

A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree.”

Finally, even Ada came over. She stood, however, a little more distant than the rest, acting as if she wasn’t listening. But her body language spoke louder than her attitude. Ashley’s face looked much calmer than before, the warmth of my body and the comfort of my voice threatening to make her fall asleep.

-“Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to hide outside your door…”

And just like that, everyone’s gaze stood upon me. Luis’ face had a big grin and he looked at me with his deep gray eyes.

-“As I said, the face and voice of an angel. Que placer oírte cantar cariño. (What a pleasure to hear you sing, darling.)

-“Flattery will take you places Luis. Keep it up, even if it’s a lie.”

-”I’d never lie to you, doll.”

Ada looked at me, a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

-“I wouldn’t take it that far, but at least you don’t screech like I thought you would.”

-“I think that’s about the nicest thing I’ll get out of you. Thank you Ada.”

My voice sounded a little sarcastic, but at least the heavy tension wasn’t there anymore. I turned back to Ashley just to find her sleeping against me, her hands gripping at my clothes, like a little child with their parent. I take that as a win. I looked back up to find Leon’s overwhelming gaze still locked on me. What could he be thinking about?

-“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you singing and that considering we have known each other for 6 years now.”

His words caught me off guard. I smiled at him and answered:

-“I told you I was a singer back in Raccoon City, before the outbreak. If you wanted to hear me sing you should have just asked. You know I can’t deny you of anything.”

After a second he shifted his eyes. I could have sworn to see something in them, but I think that was just my heart, wishful thinking. Luis looked at me again and asked me:

-“Can I humbly request to hear that beautiful voice of yours once again, cariño?”

-“Sure, just let me carry this señorita to bed. She deserves to rest a little, at least until the storm calms down.”

I picked Ashley up and carried her to the small, single bed the cabin had in the corner, It was close to the fireplace and it was warmer. Still, I put a blanket on top of her and took off my jacket for her to hug. It felt like taking care of my little sister and it honestly warmed my heart to be a safe place for her in this horrendous village.

Before I could make my way back to the common room I bumped into Leon. I almost lost my balance, but he caught me in his arm, steading me on my feet again. Damn him. His arms fit perfectly around me and my heart flutters. It’s been years, when are the butterflies going to disappear?

-”Sorry, I didn’t see you there. Thanks for catching me.”

-”It’s no problem. I’m the one who startled you, after all.”

Damn his beautiful smile and his sweet tone. With that stupid look on his face he spoke again.

-”Hey, maybe it’s none of my business but I’d like to ask either way. Why is it that you and Ada don’t get along? I’ve seen cats and dogs treat each other better than you two.”

Of course he wanted to ask about Ada, it was the same back in Raccoon City.

-”Oh, that… To be totally honest with you besides what happened back in the first outbreak I have already encountered her in other missions. She has not been the kindest of competitors. We have been at each other’s throats since the beginning. But it’s mostly because of what happened back in the Umbrella Lab. And what happened in the cable car ride there.”

-”What happened at the cable car…? Oh. Oh… You mean the kiss she gave me?”

-”Yeah, I guess it just never sat right with me. Not only was she lying to us, but there was a weird power dynamic between you two. I mean, you were a police rookie on his first day and she told us she was an agent from the FBI, superior to you in ranking. It just never quite felt correct. There was a clear power imbalance, and I know for a fact that you didn’t return that kiss. You were frozen still. It was kind of uncomfortable to see.”

-”Why was that so important to you? Why does it bug you so much?”

I want to escape this conversation, I can’t let him know what’s in my mind.

-”I just felt uncomfortable, I didn’t trust her since the beginning and you decided to follow her around like a lost puppy. I just wanted us to be safe and she made that very difficult. For Christ’s sake, you took a bullet in your shoulder for her! I just wanted to keep you safe, yet she put you in so much danger. And you put yourself in even more danger to take care of her. It upset me, okay?”

-”I just don’t understand why you are still so caught up on it. I have already talked it out with her, we are good.”

-”You two may be, but I won’t ever forgive her. She hurt you. I never told you she was alive because I was hoping that you would never see her again. I wanted her memory to fade away from your mind. I wanted to know that whatever the fuck happened in Raccoon City, died in Raccoon City. She is anything but good news, every time I’ve crossed paths with her my life has been in danger, I didn’t want that to happen to you again.”

His eyes widened as I spoke.

-”Why are you so stuck on it? Why is it so important to you? I’d understand if you were upset because she puts you in danger, but why only when it comes to me?”

-”Because you are the most important person in my life. Because each mission I get assigned I hope it’s you who I get to call my partner. Because we saved each other's lives six years ago and since then we have been inseparable. Except when she is around. When she is here it looks like you completely forget about my existence. And I hate that.”

At this point I’m just trying to hold back the tears. I didn’t mean to spill my guts just like that. I’ve always hated feeling this vulnerable, I’m the one supposed to care for others, not the other way around.

-”I still don’t understand, why are you so fixated on it? Why is it so upsetting that your eyes are filled with tears?”

-”God, you are the most dense motherfucker I’ve ever dealt with! It’s because I’ve fallen for you! Happy?!”

His face showed he wasn’t prepared for that answer and neither was he ready for the tone of my voice. If it weren’t for the rain the other two would have definitely heard.

-”Since… Since when?”

-”God if I knew! I can’t really pinpoint the moment when it happened! I guess it started when we met, and the more time we spent together the more I wished to be closer to you. I know it’s stupid and I just messed up big time. I just… Didn’t know what to do anymore.”

-”You are absolutely unbelievable! How many times have I said I would take you out to dinner if we came back from a difficult mission? Do you think I say that to everyone? Even back in Raccoon City, I told you if we survived I would take you to a fancy restaurant with an ocean view!”

-”What the hell are you talking about? You say that to every woman in the agency! You and Ada kissed back in Raccoon City! You’ve been on a million dates in the last six years!”

-”I only say that to the married women in the agency, because I know they’ll say no! You said it yourself, I didn’t kiss Ada back when she initiated that kiss! I’ve been on a million dates to try and keep you out of my mind!”

-”I am the unbelievable one here? WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?”

-”Most fucking people do that!”

I felt like a complete idiot, just like I predicted, but for very different reasons to the ones I was expecting. I laid my back on the wall behind me and slid down to the floor, my hands finding their way to my face. The stream of tears started rolling down my cheeks, a heavy weight finally off my back. I said it. And I didn’t lose him. He wasn’t disgusted with me. Not like the others always were. I finally did it and the fear was over. Leon sat next to me, his hands taking mine and pulling them off my face. His gaze found its way to my eyes.

-”You goddamned idiot. How long were you planning on hiding that from me?”

I looked into his eyes and smiled.

-”I was about to take that to my grave.”

-”Then we are damn lucky I pushed the answers out of you.”

-”Fuck off.”

Just as his face was getting closer to mine, Ada walked in. 

-”Are you coming or what? Luis is driving me crazy with his incessant chatter.”

-”ADA WONG… My least favorite person in the world, you know just when to interrupt, don’t you?”

She didn’t even respond. She just extended her hands to us and urged us to take them. Without choice, we did. Still grasping our hands she pulled us back to the common room where a very impatient Luis was waiting, sitting in the same space as before. Remembering my promise I sat down next to him, the only difference was Leon sitting on the other side of me, where Ashley used to be. Ada sat opposed to us and they all looked at me expectant for my voice. All in all, the storm really helped calm down a lot of tension.

#resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy #luis serra navarro #ada wong #ashley graham #leon x reader #gn reader #resident evil

[dreamhusbandsdarling]

okay, so here's a small part of an unfinished work of arthur x eames fanfic which i probably won't be able to finish it ever, but would love to share it:

Post inception. Eames hadn't seen the team for quite a while, though he still thought about them from time to time. The moments they shared while prepping for inception were one of few happiest memories he had, and even though there were conflicts and endangerment in the process, the results ended up to be pretty satisfying. He considered that as the best mission he had ever been a part of. It was only the most common that people in this line of business are usually tied up together for a few months and go off different paths to never see each other again for a few years, not especially after Dom decided to limit the amount of criminal activities he participates in after getting back to his children. You don't see an extractor as good as him nowadays, therefore it was refreshing to see an invitation to perform another inception from an extractor newbie. He said yes to it anyway, only because someone that he goes back a long way with was in the team. "Arthur. " On the first gathering of the new team, he approached a familiar face with two glasses of wine in his hands. "Ah, I see you decided to take on the job offer. " Arthur got a hold on one of the glasses, "Thanks. " "They'd need someone who's got experience in their team for this job to work out, don't they? " Eames swallowed up the entire glass of wine in one shot. "How were things after parting ways with Dom? " "Well, let's just say that I had a long and relaxing holiday and here I am, back in the business with independent choice of job selection and a better person. " Arthur smirked and took a small sip from the glass. "You're just talking shit. " Eames couldn't help but smile, "Aside everything, I'm very happy to be working with you again. " Arthur looked flustered, his eyes flickering with unspoken emotion: "Me too. Always. " An awkward moment of silence settled between them for a while, their gaze wandering into the decorations in the room - tracing every detail of it as if they cared. Eames could hear his heart beating fast; he certainly didn't hope that Arthur could hear it too. The alcohol is starting to kick in - which ultimately meant that he definitely wouldn't be thinking about what he says in the next few minutes: "What do you think of me, Arthur? " "What? " Arthur looked confused, refilling his glass for more wine. "What do I think of you? " "Uh-hmm. " Eames was still not looking at Arthur directly into the eyes. "Dangerous, certainly. " Arthur made some weird noises from his throat, "You often act before you think, bolder than anyone else in the room, ironically the most clueless one. You pick up fights that you weren't supposed to win, and even if you did win them, you'd end up wounded and hurt. But you didn't seem to care. " "Fair enough. " Eames nodded, hands nervously touching the back of his neck. "Anything else? " "Tainted. I mean, we all are, doing these jobs. You probably weren't the most innocent one in the room. " Arthur thought about it for a while, "Sorry, that was kinda a heavy word. " "It's fine, I totally agree with it. " Eames finished another glass of wine in one shot. "... and flawed. You have a peculiar taste in music, you know that, right? And you don't sing well either, as much as you'd like to. " Arthur laughed. "That's so kind of you," Eames shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe you'd criticize my singing when everything you just said likely came from a song." "Most probably, I just have it in mind. " Arthur shrugged. "How about me? What do you think of me? " "You? " Eames raised his eyebrows, "After all the nice things you've said about me? " Arthur smiled unapologetically. "Fire away, darling. " Eames scoffed while rolling his eyes. Arthur waited for a while, impatiently, and after reaching out for another drink, he heard a soft and fainted voice coming from beside him: "Beautiful. "

He turned his head, surprised, thinking that he must've heard him wrong. But there was Eames, mouthing "beautiful" once again carefully and seriously, like honey dripping from his tongue, staring at him so intensely to the point where Arthur couldn't hold his head up to meet his gaze. Amidst the chaotic atmosphere surrounding them, they sunk into a long moment of thoughtful silence as if there was only the two of them in sight. --- "Liam's a dickhead. " Eames murmured resentfully, but Arthur heard him anyway. "He doesn't even have an ounce of idea about what he's doing. Doesn't take any advice either - the idea's not gonna stick. He's way too greedy for this inception to work. " Arthur looked at him quietly, the best he could do was to stay beside him. "It's too late to turn back now. All we need to do is to keep ourselves alive, that's our priority. I wouldn't want to go to Limbo. " "Alive we'll be, alright, " Eames frowned, "Point is, will we be alive when we get back to reality? The CEO definitely has figured that we drugged him by now. We'd be inmates in jail before we knew it. " "Hey, hey, Eames, look at me. " Arthur stepped forward and stood in front of Eames, palms placing on his chest to stop him from moving back and forth anxiously. "You're alright. We're alright, and you know that. If this doesn't work out - we'll leave the scene before he ever wakes up. It's gonna be okay, trust me. " Eames' rapid breathing eased slightly at the sight of Arthur's face, as if he has found solace. He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts out. "You're right. Sorry. " "After all of this is finished, I'll take you to my favourite place. In my hometown, there's an enormous field of endless sunflowers stretching towards the horizon, disappearing as the sky meets the ground and form a line. You'd love it. We'll stay there however long as you wish, long until we'd have forgotten about everything. " Arthur smiled, his voice as soothing as possible. Eames nodded hard, the only thought in his mind right now was how pretty Arthur's eyes were. They were twinkling as if filled with stars. "Yes, I think we should. "

#arthur x eames #inception fanfic #inception #i totally didn't quote lana's song there

[fountainpenguin]

"The devil's got nothing on me, my friend..."

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New Frayed Knots chapter today!

Chapter 35 - “Crossroads”

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Anti-Cosmo offers Anti-Wanda a bit more tutoring, and she points out a flaw in his scheme to outwit the Fairy World's baby ban... Oops. Meanwhile, Anti-Cosmo's anxiety builds as he wonders if he's falling out of love with his betrothed and in love with someone else instead.

Other highlights include Anti-Cosmo getting decked by Anti-Juandissimo, failing to pick up on innuendo while Anti-Wanda cracks up at his expense, and tracking down the Head Pixie for a letter of recommendation. This is a long one! Check it out! :)

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Crossroads

In which Anti-Cosmo sings with Anti-Saffron, tutors Anti-Wanda, visits the Head Pixie, and wraps up migration season in the Winter of the Scattered Whispers

After hours - or days? - on the cold stone floor, hugging Lohai's lamp against my chest, First General Anti-Buster came looking for me. He lowered himself to one knee and tried to pry out the reason for my distress. That got me up rather fast. No, thank you. I dusted off my clothes and splashed a bit of water on my burning face. I certainly wasn't about to tell Anti-Wanda's father that I'd spent hours daydreaming of a night spent serenading his daughter at roost. He patted me twice on the back and sent me on my way.

My crumpled mood dropped even further when I encountered Anti-Juandissimo on my way up the west stairwell. His limp badly slowed his descent, so he walked alone. Thumping his way down. We raised our heads and met eyes at the same time. He took one look at me, registered the stiffness in my wings, reared back his fist, and slugged me in the jaw. My head crashed against solid stone. I stumbled, arms and legs flailing, and caught a grip on the cold handrail. When I whipped my head at Anti-Juandissimo in absolute shock, he grabbed my collar and hauled me towards him.

"That is but a taste of my fury, mon ami."

"I beg your smoking pardon?"

"Do not insult me! I know you have made eyes and plans to steal my damsel!"

"W-what's this? Is this about Anti-Wanda?" I wrestled against his grip, cursing my utter lack of street smarts. I couldn't wiggle free. I gripped his wrists in my claws. Anti-Juandissimo stood on the higher step, legs braced, and I'd been flying. My toes didn't even scrape the stair below. Gritting my fangs, I spat, "We're avuuzi! And she's not even your damsel! She belongs to Anti-Bryndin!"

"She's mine!"

I scratched him across the nose with my talons until his fingers peeled away. Anti-Juandissimo, gasping, high-tailed it out of there. I caught my balance, then checked to see if his kleptomaniac fingers had somehow snatched the ring off my hand. It still rested there on my knuckle. Totally fine.

Hmph. I think perhaps he simply didn't want to be on the receiving end of my claws for long. Either that, or he had to nurse his emotional pain.

Perhaps, I thought ruefully as I made my way up the remaining stairs, Anti-Juandissimo and I were not so different after all. He'd known Anti-Wanda for as long as I'd known Mona. His old creche father Anti-Binky had promised her to him a long time ago. It can be difficult to break those ties. I myself had been struggling against Anti-Blade's and Anti-Phillip's attempts to woo her. Anti-Lance had her under his wing now, although I wasn't certain what would become of it. She'd found him attractive in our younger centuries, but I imagine some of that initial spark faded once she formed a stronger bond with Anti-Blade.

Then I rolled my eyes. As much as I could not deny the tug I felt towards Anti-Wanda, I still enjoyed her sister's company just as much. More, sometimes, though I wouldn't say it. Anti-Wendy was a far more serious individual, always straightforward and ready to get down to business. We talked about the Eros Nest, about people we knew, about Dm. Venus losing her absolute mind over that pretty will o' the wisp born with Ilisa's black and orange wings and carting her triplets around in one arm half the time, her coffee in the other…

Anti-Wanda was a bit more flighty than her sister. A bit more familiar, a bit more adventurous and bold. I hoped they were doing well, the sisters. I know their reunion with their long-lost father still wasn't something they liked to talk about. Both dames had visited their father's cabin a few times, and I think Anti-Wanda even went fishing with him once, but… Ta.

They were all healing. The sight of them together, though (however infrequent) sometimes prompts me to wonder if I should connect with my Granddad Anti-Gonzo. I saw him around on occasion, but Anti-Gonzo is the boisterous sort and old-fashioned along with it. He was always absent from my father's life. He didn't give a flick for his own children because Anti-Starling refused to join his colony. Somehow, I doubted he'd enjoy floating on a lake in a boat with me. Maybe when I had a child someday, I could take them fishing.

I loved boats… I'd never owned one myself and I'd only stepped on a cloudship a few times in my life, but they were such pretty things from a distance. Perhaps that was what I should invest all that credit money in my unimportant bank account towards. I'd have to research where the builders get their wood, because if all manufacturers had stripped the Land Bears for it, well… That rather ends my quest before it even starts, doesn't it?

The lavatory I ducked into was just as stone-cold as the hall, but at least etched with ancient ruins that provided a faint blue glow for sensitive late-night eyes to see. I splashed some water on my face, trying to rinse some of the blackness from my eye. It stayed stubbornly fixated where it was. I drew my wand again and tapped it several times against my hand, but it spat unpleasant blue sparks when I did. Simply maintaining physical contact with it should have been enough to immediately repair my skin, but nothing happened. I couldn't draw the magic down from my core. It swirled, stubborn as a yale, inside my head.

I grit my fangs. Well, I certainly can't let Mona see me like this. She'll realise at once that I'm too riled up to use my magic. I haven't seen her since the fight concluded. She'll suspect I'm flirting with another damsel, and then I'll REALLY be in hot water.

[Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - Links at top]

#Fairly OddParents #FOP #Frayed Knots #Anti-Cosmo #Listen... The H.P. & A.C. friendship is so important to me #Look I know this could have been multi chaps but I am begging you to understand how long we have been on migration. Time to LEAVE. #The best bat queen #The bat with the hat #Crocus princess #I'm wasp dad trash #FAIRIES! #Bat cube and associates #ridwriting #apparently art #It took me 7 years but I think I finally figured out her swirl #fic announcement

[smolchildlevy]

Heyyy I'm so sorry for bothering you, but could I please request an aot matchup? I looked for an open slot everywhere, but I couldn't find it 👉👈 if I got it right reading the rules, you can match with one or more characters, but I'll say that's your choice- anyways, here's my info.

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: Tsuki.

𝗔𝗚𝗘: 17 years old.

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥: afab, genderfluid.

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦: any pronouns.

𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: bisexual with female preferences, but you can match me with a man if you think it's necessary.

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘: 5'11, pale skin, round shaped face with a small double chin, potato nose, I have a piercing on my left nostril, long black hair, dark brown/hazel eyes, thick black eyebrows, I wear glasses and I'm chubby.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: ISFP, enneagram type 4, sun gemini and moon pisces. Stubborn, ambivert, caring, mature for my age, smart, lazy, selfish, spendthrift, little bit of a perfectionist, envious, honest, picky, easily affectionating and trusting people who are nice to me. I could do great things, the only things I miss are willpower and self-confidence and I have too many expectations when I'm about to do something and most of times I'll end up disappointed.

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘: acts of services, words of affermation and gifts (giving). I need my extrovert counterpart. Someone who would support me during my mental breakdowns and accept all my flaws, someone who can give me PDA, calling me pet names. I'm a huge fan of things like comparing hand sizes, lying my head on their chest listening to their heartbeat to sleep, taking baths together etc. Someone I can take care of and who enjoys listening to my voice, I'd be their songbird.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦: listening to music (any genre), makeup, skincare, perfumes, writing, drawing, singing, dancing, junk food, staying in bed all day, love stories about relationships between humans and vampires/nymphs/mermaids, cats, organizing/restocking, taking personality quizzes, shopping, travelling, sunflowers and lillies.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦: being tall and chubby, raspberries (seriously, they disgust me, like blowing these on your stomach? That makes me sick), policity, static electricity, balloons, fireworks and firecrackers, snakes, any type of hate/violence/crime existing, experiencing nightmares, citrus fruits, way too hot weathers, sodas, coffee, dogs, being alone for too long, eating in front of other people, spending too much time on my phone.

𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗔: - I'm bilingual. I can speak italian which is my native language and english because I have russian relatives and instead of learning russian I learned english to be able to communicate with them. I want to learn japanese and german, but I'm lazy lmao.

- I have a pandora bracelet, each charm collected describes my personality.

- I fear walking around dark and isolated places, it might be the hallway to go to the bathroom at 3 A.M, but I get anxiety like fearing something could pop out of the kitchen door and grab me, dragging me somewhere God only knows 😭

- (TW!) I deal with depression which takes me to anxiety, panic attacks and slight anger issues. I'm also dealing with an eating disorder. This has become worst since my dad passed away due cancer last year. I lost so many people I loved, that's why I tend to get attached to people.

Ty in advance and sorry for the poem <3

You did perfectly! And I am so sorry that happened to you. I hope your family is doing well! :(

I match you with..

Hange Zoe!

-Extroverted partner here!

-Adores you completely, everything about you is lovely to them

-They also have great respect for you

-Hange loves to hold you while you vent, humming to let u know theyre listening while holding your hand

-When they see you in public they are launching their self at you, calling you the nicknames they normally do

-Ex: Baby, Love, Sweetheart, My girl, etc.

-They’re def bigger than you so yes your hand sizes are pretty different

-LOVES your voice!! Cant get enough of it fr

-They will always be there for you and I mean always, even when things get rough they’ll try their best to make it better

#smols friends <3 #smols 600 event #character matchup #aot x reader

[sapphiremcguire]

♪so hes a bit of a fixer upper♪

♪so he's got a few kinks♪

#I WAS SINGING IT IN MY HEAD BUT I COULDN'T THINK OF THE WORD FLAWS #frozen #kristoff #my post #fixer upper

[bestruction]

Getting married with...

A/N: After watching "Heaven's official blessing" i couldn't stop thinking about that scene where they walk together (in the first and in the last episode) is just too cute. So this popped in my head

Eren - He always wanted to have a family, and when he found you, he knew he wanted to fulfill that dream with you. In the beginning, Eren would plan something simple, but as soon as the two of you sat down to put together the guest list and that thing became more and more full of people's names, he would change his mind - Since he is very easygoing. Eren would be a walking ball of joy and excitement. In his mind, there was nothing better than to seal his future with yours under a promise of "forever". Because of all this excitement, he would be more talkative than usual. So you could end up seeing a face or two at the party that you don't know or just said "good morning". Another thing that would happen more often than normal: the number of times that his hands are on you. You would be talking to the guests, and his hand would be on your waist all the time, and when you two went dancing - if you didn't stop him-  his lips on your neck. You would hear Connie yell, "Wait until you get to the room!" at some point from somewhere during the party, the two of you would disappear. Who knows why.

Levi - Marriage? For what? He would not be against the idea or in favor of it. He just never thought much about it until he watched his friends doing it. Levi understood the meaning behind the party and the moment but did not think that all pomp and roles mattered in the union of two people. In his mind, "to be" would not be palpable, and that is why it does not need so much social convention to become real. He would be the kind of person you fall into a relationship with by little. One day you are talking, the next you are exchanging a kiss or two, then you are talking about just being with each other and no one else. Everything gradually, but without an official request. Does that decrease how much he loves you? Of course not. It is just a more objective and crude way of loving. He is there for you, and you are there for him. Nothing else needs to be added.

Armin - Like Eren, he always wanted to get married, but he never thought he would. Armin's insecurity would make him think that you would say "no" to the request as soon as the words left his mouth. When you kissed him in an attempt to calm the clear nervousness and whispered "yes" without taking your eyes off him, you would see him smile like never before. The party would be like the request: Reserved. Only his closest friends and some family members. He would cry when he saw you walking up to him, and during the whole event, he wouldn't leave your side for even a second. Perhaps for fear of everything being a dream. He wouldn't care much about what the ceremony would be like. Not that he didn't care, but he would be happy with anything you wanted. Do you want to get married in a Chinese temple? On the beach? At church? He wants the same. He wants you. The rest is detail.

Jean - He didn't want to get married but changed his mind after meeting you. He liked to believe that he was a cold person with no feelings, but everyone knew that he was a total simp for you. No matter how much he tried to deny it. After seeing you pick up the bouquet at a party, he would think that it was a sign from the universe. Jean would ask you a few days later during a dinner at your favorite restaurant. It would be a BIG party, but unlike Eren, he wanted it from the beginning. He wants to show everyone how much he loves you, including you. So it will make this a day that you will never forget, and you don’t even need to look at photos or videos to relive because the emotion will stay there forever, in your memory like his love for you.

Reiner - Reiner would be part of the team “If it happens? Excellent. If no? Great too ”. He wanted to start a family, but he did not link this thought to the idea of marriage. So, he would probably ask you what you think about it, and if you said you wanted to, he would make the request. You could expect a quiet dinner, with few people and soft music in the background. Everything very simple and reserved. It was a party for the two of you. So he would want something unsettled that would allow you to enjoy each other's company and friends without much ado.  Just eating and drinking while he said more than once "I love you" in your ear.

Mikasa - As with Levi, I also think that a relationship with Mikasa would happen gradually. When you stopped to think about how things went, you would already be sitting on her living room floor watching some series with her. Not that she wasn't romantic or didn't show her feelings enough that you didn't notice how committed she was to you. On the contrary, she would be so romantic and so sincere about loving you that you would not doubt it. She would have a direct way of saying "I like you", "I love you", "I want to live with you" as if it were as obvious a fact as saying "Gravity pulls things down". Therefore, in her mind, it would not be necessary to ask for your hand because “wedding” would be the days, the company, the way she shows how much she still wants you and all of your flaws. it's waking up and seeing you sleeping next to her in bed, seeing you singing in the kitchen while preparing something, sharing her life with you; not a party or document. It's an everyday choice that she would make every time she sees you.

#mikasa x reader #eren x reader #armin x reader #reiner x reader #levi x reader #jean x reader #eren x y/n #eren x you #levi x y/n #Mikasa Ackerman #levi ackerman #jean krischtein x reader #jean kirschtien #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert #reiner braun #reiner headcanons #mikasa headcanons #aot x reader #aot x you #aot imagines #aot headcanons #eren yeager #shingeki no kyojin x reader #mikasa aot #levi headcanons #eren headcanons #jean headcanons #armin headcanons #shingeki no kyojin

[mimisempai]

You may be out of my sight, but never out of my mind

Summary:

During his journey with Sylvie, Loki realizes that Mobius occupies his mind much more than he thinks.

5 times where Loki thinks about Mobius and 1 time where he realizes that he misses him.

Notes:

Loki along the episode 3, in the episode Mobius is not present... physically, but in Loki's head... it's another story...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32141530

1992 words - rating G

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As he tried to keep up with her, Sylvie wryly asked him, "What exactly makes a Loki a Loki?"

Seriously, why were they all asking him the same thing? Loki remembered their first discussion with Mobius.

"All I seek is a deeper understanding of the fearsome God of Mischief. What makes Loki tick?"

Mobius... who seemed to know him before Loki even answered him. Who seemed to know before him what made him tick. Mobius who had made him tick, who had helped him see his flaws, but who hadn't used them against him.

He wouldn't reveal anything to Sylvie, he didn't know her well enough to trust her yet. Though a little voice in his head whispered to him, "You didn't know Mobius for much longer when you made yourself vulnerable to him."

Yes, but Mobius was Mobius as Loki was Loki.

He sighed before replying, with his usual verve, "Independence, authority, style."

Some would say three words weren't enough to describe him, but it was enough for now.

Sylvie sneered and retorted, "So, naturally you went to work for the boring, oppressive time police."

What a cheeky woman, she didn't know anything.

He protested, "I don't work for them. I'm a consultant."

Even though several people at the TVA had repeatedly reminded him of his place in the short time he'd been there, Loki liked to think that Mobius considered him as such.

If Loki was honest, he had enjoyed "working" with Mobius. Not to mention the way they had "grown closer."

But now... he didn't even know if they would get reunited and if they did... he didn't even want to think about it. He couldn't. He didn't have time for that.

Sylvie replied, "You don't know what you want."

Loki answered with a deflection, even though deep down he knew exactly what he wanted, or rather who he wanted.

Mobius...

2

"I can't sleep in a place like this."

Loki, surprised, asked Sylvie, "You can't sleep on a train?"

She replied, annoyed, "No. I can't sleep around untrustworthy people."

That he could understand.

Of course, he couldn't help but think of the last time he had slept like that.

In the TVA archives, while he and Mobius were doing research, Loki had fallen asleep. He hadn't just dozed off, he had fallen deeply asleep.

One could argue that it was because since New York he hadn't really been able to sleep, so exhaustion outweighed caution, or that he was bored with the research, but Loki knew it wasn't either of those reasons.

No matter how exhausted he was, no matter how tired he was, he had never slept in the presence of anyone else without his subconscious being in a state of minimal awareness.

It was ingrained in him. Few people had given him reason to trust.

In a place like the TVA, filled with hostile people, the presence of one person had been enough for him to let his guard down and sleep soundly.

He couldn't help but wonder why.

What was it about Mobius that was breaking down Loki's defenses one by one? Worse, what did Mobius have that made Loki's defenses fall one by one without making him want to run away?

Mobius...

3

Sylvie was a little more open and asked, "Hang on a second. So, tell... Tell me about your mother."

Sylvie was different in a way, kind of like Mobius, she made him want to confide... a little. Or was it because she was a variant of himself? In any case, he didn't mind answering, even if the news of his mother's death was still tough to accept.

"I barely remember her. Just blips of a dream at this point. You know, when I was young, she'd do these little bits of magic for me. Like turn a flower into a frog or cast fireworks over the water. It all seemed impossible. She told me that I'd be able to do it too because... Because I could do anything. You wanna see?"

He twirled his hand and mini fireworks erupted from it. He smiled, proud of himself.

Sylvie snorted and said, "Not bad.

Then Loki added, "She was the kinda person you'd want to believe in you."

Knowing the truth about his mother's death now, his sadness was all the greater. He could never again give her reason to believe in him.

The same little voice came again, "But there is someone else..."

There was someone else he would want him to believe in him.

Someone else who had believed in him enough to ask him for help, even if it was to fulfill his own agenda.

Mobius who had put his head on the line so that Loki wouldn't be reset, because he had seen something in Loki the same way his mother had always seen something in him.

Mobius had told him something that had resonated with him, like an echo of his mother's words.

"I guess I'm wondering why does someone with so much range just wanna rule?

But then things happened and Loki had to make this choice in a hurry.

He wondered if Mobius still believed in him now.

He could still hear him shouting just before he went through the portal.

"Loki wait!"

He couldn't help but hope that the man would listen to him before judging him.

That Loki would still have time to show him that yes, he could be believed in.

Mobius...

4

"How about you? You're a prince. Must've been would-be-princesses or perhaps, another prince." Sylvie punctuated her sentence with a little wink, as if she was daring him to prove her wrong.

But Loki was proud of who he was, and he wouldn't hide, he answered her with a little smile, "A bit of both. I suspect the same as you."

She nodded and Loki continued, "But, nothing ever..." he paused because what he was about to say was not completely true anymore.

However, Sylvie finished his sentence for him, "Real."

As he heard Sylvie say this word out loud, he realized it was no longer true. He took a sip.

This sort of relationship they had started with Mobius before they left for Alabama, Loki didn't want to believe it wasn't real.

He, the master of illusion, didn't want to believe that the emotions Mobius stirred in him weren't real.

He couldn't believe that the caress of his fingers, the taste of his lips that he could still feel were not real.

The very idea that the understanding and compassion he had read in Mobius' eyes was not real, it was terrifying to Loki.

Because for once he'd caught a glimpse of something that could only be his, not a throne, not a title, not glory. Just something real.

Mobius...

5

Sylvie had fallen asleep and Loki found himself alone with his thoughts, his thoughts that were only directed towards one person.

So he continued to drink and as the musicians played a melody that reminded him of Asgard, uninhibited by alcohol, he felt like singing and dancing.

With a snap of his fingers, he changed his borrowed uniform into that of the TVA.

It wasn't the leathers of Asgard, nor his god-like outfits, but he felt better right away.

Because it was the same as Mobius and it made him feel like he belonged. That the bond was not broken.

The jacket, even though it had the horrible name of Variant on the back, it was Mobius who had given it to him, who had told Loki that he looked smart in it.

Okay, drunkenness made him particularly sappy, but after all, for a short while, he felt like letting go.

He began to sing and dance in the middle of the dance floor, with some of the other passengers joining in.

When she sings, she sings “Come home”,

When she sings, she sings “Come home”

He almost burst out laughing when Sylvie woke up and saw him on the dance floor. She asked him where his uniform was. He just shrugged his shoulders and continued to sing and dance happily.

Suddenly the music became slower and more nostalgic, similar to a song his mother used to sing to him, and he leaned against the bar and couldn't help but sing along,

I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene

Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem

I eplehagen står møyen den vene

og synger “når kommer du hjem?”

Men traner danser og fossene stanser

når hun synger, hun synger “kom hjem”

And before the emotion took over, he began to dance and sing happily again in an attempt to keep the nostalgia from overwhelming him.

When the music stopped, he returned to Sylvie and took his place in front of her.

She asked him with a raised eyebrow, "What did you just sing to look so troubled?"

Loki with a slightly tight throat, but trying not to let it show, answered, "It's Asgardian, it says :

In storm-black mountains, I wander alone

Over the glacier I make my way

In the apple garden stands the maiden fair and sings,

"When will you come home?"

Loki had to stop, overwhelmed by emotion.

Sylvie, her eyes devoid of all mockery, said softly, "So there is a would-be-princess somewhere..."

Loki chuckled sadly before replying, "I like metaphors you know, in this instance, it's not a princess, it's a prince, and I don't know if he's waiting for me or hoping to see me again, it's not even really my home, but..."

"...but you'd like to believe it, right?"

Loki could only nod.

Mobius...

+1

Sylvie was explaining to him how her power worked as they made their way to where they could escape.

"That young soldier from the TVA, her mind was messed up. Everything clouded. I had to pull a memory from hundreds of years prior, before she even fought for them."

Loki stopped, shocked, not wanting to realize what Sylvie's words implied.

He asked her, urgently, "What? What'd you just say? Before she joined the TVA?"

She answered as if it were the most normal thing, "Yeah. She was just a regular person on Earth."

"A regular person?"

"Loved margaritas."

Loki continued as he began to understand, "I was told that everyone who works for the TVA was created by the Time-Keepers."

Sylvie laughed, "That's ridiculous. They're all Variants, just like us."

Loki appalled, "They don't know that!"

Mobius doesn't know that. The way he talks about the TVA, the jetski, Casey not knowing what fish are. They don't know that!

As they ran toward their destination, Loki couldn't stop the stream of thoughts that swirled in his head.

Mobius...

He thought back to their discussion.

"I think a TVA agent showing up on a jet ski on the Sacred Timeline, that would create a branch for sure."

"It'd be fun, though."

"Yeah, it'd be really fun."

"So, why read about them?"

"Just helps remind me of what we're fighting for."

How would he react if he learned that his whole life was a lie?

Loki knew it. Loki had lived it. He had been devastated when he learned that his parents were not his parents.

Loki's heart bled for Mobius, even though the man didn't know yet.

Mobius who had that kind of candor that Loki had lost for so long.

At that moment he realized how much he missed the man and how much he had become an important presence in his life. For the first time since they met, he didn't want his comforting and protective presence. He didn't want Mobius to be there for him, he, Loki, wanted to be there for Mobius.

He felt like protecting and comforting.

He felt like fighting for something other than himself.

At that moment, it wasn't the time keepers, or the tempad or anything else that mattered to him.

He had only one thought, only one word in his mind.

Mobius...

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The whole serie here : The story of Loki and Mobius

🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.

Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

Not beta'd

#developing relationship #lokius #lokius fics #loki #mobius m mobius #sylvie laufeydottir #moki #wowki #loki x mobius #5+1 fic

[julyarchives]

In The Dark

→ Pairing: Yuto x Reader

→ Genre: fluff.

→ Words:  1.8K

→ Contains: friends to lovers; confession; pinning; song lyrics

→ A/N: This is a very soft story and we absolutely loved to write it! Hope you guys like it as well!!! Special thank you to the person who requested it <3

Laying on your bed you checked your phone for the ninth time in five minutes, it was still past 1 a.m. and Yuto still didn't write back. Sighing, you opened a game on your phone and tried to distract yourself. Of course, it only worked for a few seconds before your mind drifted back to your best friend.

You and Yuto were best friends since you met at school and the bond you shared was something else, always together and sharing everything. Everything was perfect until you noticed your stomach turning in nervousness whenever you saw him laugh at something you said when you'd find excuses to touch him and would almost squeak when he took it as an invitation to hug or cuddle on your couch.

When you finally accepted you fell for your best friend, it was scary. Obviously, Yuto could never find out, you were sure it would break a beautiful friendship and it was better to have him around as a friend than not at all. So you tried to move on. You went on dates with a few guys but of course, it never worked out perfectly. They all had a main flaw, they were not Yuto. They couldn't make you smile like him, didn't understand you like him.

As you went on dates to forget Yuto, he also went out on dates, even if they were fewer than yours. But it hurt you to know that he was just following his life, his dates were for real and not just a means to an end like yours. Tonight was his third date with this cute girl from his music course. She was a good match for him, you couldn't deny that.

That's why you couldn't stop checking your phone, as Yuto said he'd text you after he got home to tell you all about it. It'd make you hurt more but he needed your support and you couldn't deny him anything. Sighing for the millionth time, you put your phone down for a few seconds to close your eyes briefly before opening your music app and choosing a very specific song to let out your feelings.

In THE DaRk by Bobby resonated in your bedroom, your speaker doing its job perfectly. You clicked on the repeat button in the app and put down your phone. Closing your eyes, the lyrics brokenly fell from your lips as you whispered it like a prayer, the only way to let your feelings out. Even knowing you had other friends to talk to, speaking about your feelings made it even more real, meaning it'd hurt more, so you chose to keep it a secret from everyone.

The song was halfway through its second repeat when the notification sound chimed into the song. You moved a bit too fast for your liking but oh well. Of course, it was Yuto checking in, saying the date went well but he wasn't home yet. You felt sad knowing he was probably with her still and turned the sound louder getting up to move to the beat.

You focused on the lyrics, blasting out the words you wished you could tell your best friend in the same moment he was with someone else. Your body swayed as you sang all about staying up at night with him in your mind, needing him to know you loved him, wishing there was a portal between your rooms so you could be together this very moment. Your phone made a ding sound once more and you picked it up from the bed, expecting it to be Yuto once again after you told him to tell you when he got home.

🎶Are you thinking of me at this dawn?

I wish therе was a continuous portal from my room to yours🎶

You stared at it for a few seconds, alarmed and confused that he sent you the same lyrics you just sang. The phone showed he was typing and you waited, getting more and more confused.

Nice song, Y/N. But don't you think it's a bit loud for this hour?

Not knowing how to answer, you just sent a few question marks and stared at the phone. How could he know all this if he was out with the girl?

Turn around

You moved a bit too fast and you almost tripped on your feet as you saw Yuto leaning against the doorframe, a cute smile on his lips. You quickly paused the song on your phone and he chuckled at your puzzled face.

"Giving me a spare key wasn't a good choice, was it?", his deep voice sounded almost as loud as the music was a few seconds before.

"What are you doing here?", you were glued to the floor. You weren't ready to hear him speak about this date with that pretty smile and shining eyes.

"I told you the date was fine but I didn't go home… thought you'd figure I'd come see you but suddenly there was a very loud Bobby music in the house", Yuto smiled widely, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"I… I thought you were still with her", your voice faltered. You were too tired, too sad about his date and truly was expecting to cry yourself to sleep when he got home while listening to the same song that was on minutes ago.

"She wasn't my best friend", he said, hands in his pocket, standing in the middle of your room. "I wanted to come to see you".

"Why?", your voice was barely a whisper. You tried to recall if you said anything out loud while in your room, now scared you said something that could compromise your feelings for him.

"Can we…?", Yuto said, pointing at your bed briefly.

You nodded, moving the covers so you could lay down and still make room for him. He moved alongside you, laying down and naturally you both moved until you laid your head on his chest, him turning slightly sideways to hug you fully, his chin resting on top of your head.

"Can you play the song again?", he asked gently. You picked up your phone, staring at your wallpaper for a second. It was a silly picture you took with Yuto and he insisted you chose it as wallpaper. "Mine is just like yours", he said after noticing you staring at the picture, "you can imagine my date wasn't very fond of it", he chuckled.

You made sure to lower the volume of the song before playing it, Bobby's voice now as a background whisper. You felt your heart tightening at the mention of Yuto's date, imagining he'd be changing his wallpaper any time now. His voice suddenly filled the room, singing along the song.

"Shine, you shine on my existence

My night keeps getting longer

At night when everyone is asleep, I think of you

At this dawn, at this dawn

Shine, you shine on my existence

Tears are erased by my emotions

Add, add color to the world"

You joined in, even if you felt like his voice was heaven and yours wasn't a match. Yuto held you tighter when you began singing, thumbs now caressing your shoulders. You stayed that way for most of the song, only moving when he moved his head and hand, gently holding your chin to make you look up to him. He smiled and gently sang while looking into your eyes. On instinct you follow, head almost spinning but too entranced on him to move.

Even if I've confessed a hundred times inside my brain

I'm invisible to you

I could do better than anybody, anything for you

If I want you to feel the same way

That must be greedy, that'd probably be a chance to peek into heaven

'Cause you are angel

Your breath caught in your throat when Yuto moved, placing his forehead against yours. Your heart was beating fast and you were sure you were dreaming, your hands finding his shirt and holding it, almost as an anchor to reality. A lot of questions were clouding your mind but you couldn't speak, scared of breaking whatever this was.

"I ditched her", Yuto whispered, "I knew something was off since the first date but I gave her a chance". You closed your eyes, too scared to look at him. "She had everything I thought I wanted, everyone said so too".

"I know", you said a bit too fast. Maybe if you answered, he'd stop talking about her while being so close to you.

"But she still missed the most important trait I've been looking for without even knowing", his hand moved, touching the side of your face so you could look at him. "She wasn't you".

You opened your eyes in shock, breathing faster without even taking notice. By now you were sure even Yuto could hear your heart beating against your chest. Your mind acted before you could even process, desperate to not let the moment go away.

"You have no idea how much it pained me to see you go on dates that weren't me. How much I listened to this very song wishing I'd tell you how much I fall for you whenever you smile", once you finished speaking, you heaved, almost felt like you ran a marathon.

"Funny. I was about to say the same to you", Yuto chuckled. His forehead was still against yours and his breath tickled your nose. You were staring into his eyes, both of you smiling shyly. "I'm going to kiss you now, ok?", he said. Your smile grew wider, his warning making you shiver in anticipation.

Yuto moved slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull back. You met him halfway, lips connecting gently. You heard him sigh and your stomach flipped, you were as happy as you were nervous. His thumb moved in circles on your face, caressing it. Your lips moved against his after a few seconds, a chaste kiss, so gently but you felt years of pinning pouring into it and hoped he felt it.

When you parted, you couldn't contain a smile, and when you opened your eyes, Yuto had the same face, smiling at you in the sweetest way. He gave you a quick peck and settled on the bed more comfortably and you followed, holding him close. It was late and you could feel how tired you were.

"We'll talk when we wake up, is that alright?", his voice sounded as sleepy as you did.

"Of course. But I have one demand", you said, lazily supporting yourself on his chest to look at his face better. He hummed in answer, fingers playing with your hair. "That song has got to be our song now". Yuto chuckled loudly and you smiled at the sound, still feeling like you were dreaming.

"Of course, princess", he kissed you briefly again before settling back on the bed, "I wouldn't have it any other way". And with that you drifted to sleep, dreaming about a future that was sure to be near with your best friend and love, that now you knew loved you back.

#Yuto #yuto fluff #yuto reader #pentagon yuto #adachi yuto #pentagram #fluff #pentagon fanfic #pentagon story #pentagon imagine #pentagon scenario #yuto smut #yuto imagine #yuto fanfic #kpop

[museswithinx]

"you’re clever, funny, and … very, very pretty.” { Maryan for Meredith, 100  ways  to  say  ‘ i  love  you ’  sentence  starters }

100 ways to say 'i love you' sentence starters

From the moment they arrived at the Christmas Eve party together, Meredith was a bit on edge and too aware. It was partially because she knew she wasn't well liked among this group, partially the voice of her parents in her head shaming her, and partially a bad memory of her holiday last year. She couldn't fully enjoy herself even as the cheerful music blasted throughout the manor and waves of laughter and singing filled the air. She was too in her own head.

Maryan appeared to sense this as she pulled Meredith off to a quieter room to check in with her. Breathing in, she pushed some of her hair back over her shoulder.

"Sorry. I'm just, I'm overwhelmed." She tried to explain. "I'm getting some looks from people, my parents won't shut up, and I keep thinking about how badly this went last year. That was when it happened, you know. When Aurora took over my life. I thought I was going to a Christmas Eve party at my friend Nichole's but it was actually an ambush my parents had set up for me. Nichole was never my friend, she was just there to gain my trust and lure me in. Addington choked me from behind with Aurora's necklace while he did the spell and I lost three whole months of time after that."

She'd gone off a bit there. This was supposed to be a joyous occasion full of cheer and love and celebration but here she was lost in the recesses of her mind and sharing less than jolly memories. Sighing, she took a breath as she lifted her gaze to her date. The most perfect, wonderful, beautiful date in the universe who was endlessly patient with her even as she stood here completely ruining the mood.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so negative when we're supposed to be on a date." She said with an apologetic look. "You should be out there on the floor dancing and drinking and being merry and instead you're here dealing with me. I'm such a terrible date. I'm sorry I'm ruining this."

Maryan was quick to whip out the sunshine though and shut that down as she went on one of her speeches. There was a lot of reassurance, reminders, and understanding there as well as an endless supply of patience. Somehow she always had the right words when Meredith needed them.

"you’re clever, funny, and … very, very pretty.” She finished to cement the point she'd been making: That she liked the person in front of her, flaws and all, even if she had some stuff to work through.

Allowing everything she'd just said to sink in for a moment, she found her mood was more elevated now. Less anxiety. Going into this date, Maryan had promised she would help her talk through it if she got lost in her own head tonight and she'd come through with that.

"You really do have a way with words, you know." She said as a genuine smile finally broke and she met Maryan's gaze. Especially as she called her clever, funny, and pretty. She was endlessly charmed by her. "Always gets those butterflies going and I can't seem to stay sad. Not that I want to. It's like you pack some light into each word and it just sends all the darkness away. I don't know how you do it."

A little more brave now, Meredith slowly reaches for Maryan's hand. First testing that it was okay before she laces their fingers together. "So, um, do you want to... dance or something?"

#ofstrengthisms #( meredith saunders ; ) #( meredith & maryan tag ; ) #100 ways to say i love you #answered #//a little christmas thing for them bc i love them #Maryan's so good with her and she is just so freaking charmed everytime lol

[bitchfitch]

Copper artfight resource

big soft boy. if a cup of spicy hot chocolate was a massive apex predator/ obligate carnivore.

mikely stabbed him the first time they met and he fell in love Instantly.

an excerpt:

Death crept through the lavish halls of a rich man's home. Old cracked paint flaked beside sun faded tapestries and over well worn wood floors. The raged leather soles of of his boots softly thumping along with the creaking of old wood that accompanied his every step. He found the room easily, following the sound of a fading cough and short not quite gasping breaths that failed to draw enough air. 

He ducked through the door and the dying man greeted him with age hazed eyes and a broad grin.

"Copper!" his exclamation carried joy even if his lungs couldn't support more than a creaking whisper, "Bastard, it's so good to see you again," he stopped to catch his breath, his eyes closing as he did so,

"And you as well," Copper returned the smile as he sat in the chair beside the bed, "But to be honest I'm a touch surprised, both that you can see anything through those cataracts, and that you would… Appreciate my presence," 

The rich man chuckled, "Not many people have hair that color, even fewer are as tall as you. I may not be able to see much, but I can still see that,"

"I suppose you're right," Copper huffs with a hand going to his dark red mess of a mane "Still, you must remember the terms of our deal and what my presence means for you now?"

"I do," he nods, "I'm going to die tonight, going to see Min again," 

"Min?"

"My wife," he smiles as he speaks of her even as his words become more labored, "That quill you gave me, I wrote a letter to the girl I had fallen in love with when we were young. I didn't know she couldn't read, so she had to get someone else to read it to her, but when she'd heard what I wrote she came all the way into the valley to slap me and call me an idiot," he laughs, "Told me we should've eloped when we were both still fresh, before she'd found another man to call her own,

I'd not even thought that she'd have gone on like that. It made sense, she could have, and did, do so much better than me. But luck of lucks saw that husband of hers dead not long after. I felt bad for being so happy, but I couldn't stop smiling when she and I married,

That quill- You, gave me the happiest life I could have imagined. I'm glad to pay my end of the deal now, because it means I get to see her again,"

"It's a rare treat to find someone with no regrets, thank you for your story," Copper smiles softly, genuine and warm,

"Oh, I've got regrets," the rich man say "Many, but I don't care to dwell on them, not now… or… Well, one, there's one,"

"Hmm?"

"Min and I, we had a fight right before… She was so mad at me last time I saw her. Do you think she still is?"

"I don't know, but you will have plenty of time to make it up to her soon,"

"Yeah, yeah that's true… It's close now is it?"

"Moments if I had to guess," Copper shrugs, "The clot in your lung is migrating and will soon block off blood flow to the area completely. After that happens you won't be able to get enough air and will… fall asleep, then you will suffocate over a few minutes. It won't be the most pleasant of deaths, but it won't hurt badly," he simplified things greatly, not caring for the slight inaccuracies so long as they helped keep the rich man calm and peaceful in these final moments.

"Any final requests?" Copper cocks his head,

"I think… yeah, I think I want to be alone for this. Thank you," 

"Of course. Rest well then, and may your sleep bring great growth" Copper stood from his seat, the blessing leaving him without thought as the rich man closed his eyes a smile still tugging on his old, withered face.

The door to the rich man's room shut with a light thud as Copper drifted down the halls, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. He rarely visited the dying, usually he only came to the deceased caught between their death's and their afterlives to guide them across, and this was why. He knew where the clot was, it would only take a moment and a little bit of concentration to break it up enough that the rich man's body would be able to handle it on it's own. Sure, doing so would probably only buy him a few more bed bound days, a week maybe, but healers can rarely be trusted to leave the sick and dying to the whims of nature and he was no different. 

He wandered through the empty halls decorated with treasures that, do to a single deal made half a century ago, would soon be his, and found his way into a shrine room. Shelves upon shelves of precious jewls and metals, fine fabrics and sculptures filled the room. Though the alter beneath the stained glass window held only sea glass and shells that glittered from around a poorly made tapestry that depicted a stormy ocean.

The threads were too loose in some places too tight in others and there were places where it was clear the weaver ran out of one color and had attempted to dye more only for it to come out just wrong enough to be noticed. It was clearly made by inexperienced hands and now stood displayed still in it's loom in the place of honor on this shrine. Pride in its existence radiated from it and that made it stunning despite it's flaws. 

Distantly, he felt the rich man die, quietly and peacefully.

One of Copper's aspects would guide him across and later while Copper slept he'd dream of the conversation that aspect and the rich man would have, and he would dream of the conversations his other, near innumerable, aspects would have, and have had, and have been having with every other human who has crossed into his domain since he last slept. Then he would wake, and forget almost everything said during those conversations as they meld together into a messy but beautiful tapestry. All the threads visible and traceable in their places but ultimately he saw it not for the individuals, but the grander thing they made together.

He picked at the stones and shells scattered on one of the shelves, his dulled claws scraping against the rough surface. He should probably go find someone to deal with the body…

The soft creaking protest of a floor board that no longer fit in it's place being tread on called from behind him. Copper turned, curious to who or what would be intruding on this moment, but he was left slack jawed with a greeting trapped behind his lips as he saw the man.

Surrounded by gold and silver and precious gems that glittered in the low moonlight that flowed through the windows, this man outshone them all. He was tall for a human, coming up to just below Copper's collar bones, with broad, strong looking shoulders. His sharp features highlighted by the silver light caressing his warm tan skin and haloed by that same light echoing through the broken strands of bleach blonde hair that fell from his neat bun to frame his narrow face.

Light agitation turned to wonder and awesrrucked silence as Copper struggled for a second to find words, but once again those words died when he met the man's eyes, they were probably a deep brown but the low light turned them onyx. His gaze was sturdy, not cold or calculating, not bored. Determined but practiced.

The strange, beutiful, human man wore the expression of a butcher or a slaughterer, he did not draw perverse pleasure or joy from what came next. He was so obviously merely doing a job as he moved faster than Copper's confusion addled mind could react to that that alone struck more fear into Copper's core than if the man were hissing and snapping with rage.

The ice hot cut of an iron blade dug past the flesh between his ribs and into his chest even as he recoiled. On pure instinct he growled an awful rumbling sound that made the butcher- the hunter, flinch as Copper managed to stumble away, nearly falling to one knee as his own lung struggled to inflate. He could feel his magic burning along the wound as it tried, and failed to pull it closed. His hand going to his bloodied side in a vain attempt of staunching the flow. 

The hunter advanced, cautious and silent, his blade, slicked with Copper's own viscous black blood, raised as he followed the retreating god.

Copper hissed as his back collided with a shelf, cornered he pulled his attentions together just enough to attempt to teleport away, only to feel his magic jolt painfully within him as it failed completely.

The hunter advanced, already readying another swing.

In that moment Copper forced himself to focus on the warm summer night air, on the flickering candles and the heat of the hunter's body, most seals could be overpowered, he just needs to rush it hard enough. 

Heat leaves the room, the hunter stumbles with a pained gasp as the heat leaves him too. Copper doesn't see if the hunter falls because the seal gives as he uses all of that stolen energy to burst against it.

He drops to his knees on the cold stone floor of the cave he calls home. His blood singing through magic seared veins, his hands shaking as he braces one against the floor below him as his world swims, both from blood loss and the disorientation that always came with pushing his power that hard,

He struggles with his wound, gasping with effort as his magic finally starts working again. The wound tieing itself closed beneath his palm, a thick black scar forming as he comes down from the mountain top high of fearing for his life for the very first time since before the advent of this universe.

Copper slumps against the water-carved wall of his home, his head falling back against it with a deep buzz running beneath his skin, and he Laughs, deep and hearty and Alive in a way he has not felt in centuries.

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A day passed, and Copper's wound still ached every time he bent wrong, sending a pang through his chest as his heart picked up at the memory that accompanied it. Truly, he could only go a few moments without thinking of the death dealing adonis that had, very litteraly, struck him to his very heart. He needed to find the man again, to see if a second meeting would make his blood race the way the first had.

Perhaps he would even find out why he'd been attacked, but if Copper was being honest with himself, he didn't care to know. The Hunter was a mystery, and like many mysteries, he was one that could be enjoyed as is, and did not need unraveling quite yet. Still, Copper couldn't wait around for fate to bless him with a second chance meeting. He needed to find The Hunter on his own, and that meant doing a little investigating.

The moment Copper had had time to rest he laid in his bed and let his consciousness drift to the aspect that could interact with the grand tapestry. The Hunter had not hesitated for even a moment, had not flinched at spilling blood, and so there was no denying that he was experienced. That, perhaps, killing was something that either came easy to him or that he was very well practiced in the art of it.

The hunter was young, maybe mid twenties to early thirties, which narrowed his search, and the location narrowed it further. That valley was a hard month long trek through ice capped mountains from the next nearest settlement. The Hunter probably lived and prowled within its confines.

Copper focused on the last ten years worth of threads from that area that ended in white knots, the tragic, violent deaths. This would be where he found what he would need.

Going by date he gently tugged the ends through the weave so that he could examine them closer. He was careful to not pull anything more than an hours worth at a time, dreading upsetting the careful balance of the fabric and the places of the souls that he examined within it. It took a few tries, a few years worth of deaths until he found the first one that he could catch a glimpse of The Hunter from. 

And oh how Copper dreaded what he saw. Five years before he'd met the man, an older boy, maybe sixteen with sharp, fearful and wild, onyx eyes and short, jagged ink black hair cried with blood stained hands, one still holding a blade, the same one Copper would become familiar with, it was still slick with the red of human blood as the boy stumbled back against the wall as the man he'd just killed gasped his last breath.

Copper found the conversation he'd had with that spirit, a man who'd heard screaming from within a home. He'd gone to help only to be found by the Chief's boy before he could find the source of the screams. Copper had reassured him, had praised him for his bravery, had not paid enough attention. He'd guided the kind man to his afterlife while the chief's boy who would become The Hunter silently wept beside the man's body, struggling against the tears as someone called out for him. 

Tucking the tread back into place with one hand and pulling another free with the other. He grimaced when he realized it was merely a visitor's thread. Someone from Copper's own home universe who'd come into this one for one reason or another only to find their end here.

The visitor's soul had not been theirs to keep stored away amongst those of their creations and so had already been returned home. Where it would have dissipated into the background energy to eventually become the fuel for something new. No life was stored in this thread, it was merely a place holder.

Copper found more threads like that in his search, nearly twenty pale threads all from the last few years lined side by side. Tragic human deaths surrounding them but none of those human deaths involved The Hunter. That was odd, very few places in his tapestry looked so strange and knotted, and most patches that did were of wars and disasters not… whatever this was.

If he had been tangible in that moment he would've been nipping at his claws as he tried to piece together what something so strange could mean. But no answers came to him.

He found the next, and most recent, human victim of The Hunter, a man now, still too young, but undeniably a man by Copper's math, cold and stoney eyed, tangled bleached hair and a badly bruised and swelling jaw. Copper would have been surprised if The Hunter didn't have a few cracked or missing teeth from the injury, the mandible itself might be broken, a serious wound that needs setting and cleaning imeaditly. Copper's mind supplied him with the diagnosis without him meaning to think of it, so focused was he on that wrecked face and the lack of answers it presented that his mind tried to give him what few answers it could, even if those answers were worthless.

The woman The Hunter had killed had sat silent and glaring at The Hunter who silently watched her die,  his blade dripping with her blood. She'd not spoken a word to Copper. Fuming as she stormed through the gate without any guidance from him.

He wished he had insisted on actually speaking to her, on finding the answers. The iron eyed Hunter was a far cry from that sobbing boy, and yet they shared a thread.

More visitors, more tragedy, and no more answers came from the grand tapestry. 

He needed to return to that valley, surely if tragedy struck this often they'd welcome a healer? Even if they didn't, the Oracle made her home at the very center, and while Copper tried to avoid his sister's emissaries, The Oracle would be able to tell him what he needed if all else failed. Besides, her daughter was such a cute little thing, it would be a joy to hold a chubby baby again. Would the daughter still be a baby? maybe she was toddling about already, having her first little prophecies as she explored the world she would be entrusted to protect.

Oh Copper couldn't wait to visit.

[swordsxandxshadows]

Sometimes, he dives right into it; feeling the emptiness, getting lost into its vastness. At the bottom rests, ancient wounds preserved beautifully. Sunken dreams and hopes now home for what if's and regrets. The deeper he goes, the colder it gets. Strong currents of vicious reality may drown Scorpion each and every day, as he descends slowly, as he avoids the serrated bends that will threaten to lacerate him. It's easy enduring the onslaught of sensation when the embracing limbs of the shapeshifter becomes more terrifyingly real than the ungrace of the wretched sensation that distracts Scorpion from delving into their wanton exploration. There is an impulse to devour; as thunder roars in such tumultuous pain, the sun of his warmth threatening to singe the rim of every cloud as their coalesced forms cloak in a brightened sadness, a softening gray of smoke and ash. "The blistering blue of the sky torments, and what stings these eyes more: tears or lies? I dare you to make me forget all the agony screaming in my head as I plunge and thrust deeper and deeper into you until our boundaries don't make sense." (from MK2021 Scorpion to Aku)

There was always that need, that undeniable and desirable want that hunger deep inside, to be close to one another. As if trying to merge their beings into one singular entity, submerge themselves into each other's souls and feel the unrestraint feelings that lied below the surface. Embraced with such tender passion and gentle care, like handling those depth of their person was a sacred and holy act that need the utmost careful touch less they tarnish the act entirely and soil it. An unthinkable thought in and of itself, only wanting to caress with the upmost delicate touch and tender embrace those parts that made up each other, both the flaws and the strength that made up each of their entirety. No part seen as unworthy of the loving handle, every part treated as beautiful even if most would of not thought so, especially the host of those parts.

Gentle hands soon found purchase and came to rest on either side of the fiery wraith's features. Thumb softly stroking over those broad and defined cheeks, admiring them in their entirety and drinking them feeling of them in. All the features of that face of the man, who had been through so much pain, suffering, and sorrow but refused to be destroyed, being traced by those gentle jade colored eyes that showed so much care and tenderness for him. No words could describe the depth of how much Scorpion had come to effect the shapeshifter in ways he had thought to be impossible and far fetched. Never in his wildest fantasies would he of guess the outcome that had transpired between them, and yet it was welcomed with such a need and warmth he couldn't deny it. Refusing to let go of what had been achieved and keeping a firm grip on it, not wanting it to be lost. No, that would shatter him and there would be no recovery from such events, Aku was certain of that much. His whole world was right there now in his hands, looking at him with such tired but strong eyes, he would not let it be lost. Not without a fight.

Lips soon finding the other, gentle but needy in nature as they melted into the other's. That ever familiar taste and warmth that came with the meeting, drawing him further into the depth of the love that flourished between them. Never thinking that feeling would find him, but it had unexpectedly and without warning. Only making the kiss deepen in passion and carnal need that seemed all consuming in the present time. It always seemed to happen whenever they were alone, that need and desire to just feel and be close to one another. Overwhelming sometimes to the point that everything else got pushed down and ignored, least for the time. Nothing could ever truly be forgotten, not the happiness or the sadness that lingered in both their souls or the memories both good and bad. They would always be there, only put on paused in these tender moments of love and passion.

It was a reluctant parting, lingering and refusing to allow any space between them both, wanting to remain close and pressed against each other's being. Soaking in the warmth that radiate off each other, providing a comforting feeling.

"If that is what you wish, who am I to deny you, my heart?"

The words were tender and soft, barely above a delicate whisper. Clear the adoration that sometimes almost boarded worship that was felt for the pyromancer. No walls or barriers to hinder him, having full access to all that the sorcerer had to offer him. Wanting to help in anyway was needed, wanting to bring some form of serenity in the moments.

"Let me care for you without the hinderance of boundaries. Let my heart be your shelter and my body be your release."

#IC {Aku} #ask #answered #sasorikigai #Scorched Souls {Aku x Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion | sasorikigai} #Burning in the Eternal Darkness...{Verse} #Another Time of Kombat...{Verse} #A Time of Kombat...{Verse} #Fierce Inferno of Hellfire {Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion | sasorikigai} #Enjoy some more word vomit XD #A bit steamy in nature ;3 #I hope you like it Kath <3 #I had fun writing this