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avocado-writing · 8 months

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Hiii <3 I'm the anon that tumblr ate out- I mean I'm the anon that got their request eaten by tumblr. I'm going to send it again but please don't feel like you have to write it at all!

Basically it was just:

Crowley x wife!reader where human reader nearly dies during the London Blitz so Crowley miracles her into living forever as a type of vampire (he's a demon idk). So now Aziraphale, Reader, and Crowley are friends (possibly more by the time we get to the bookshop)

notes: HEY I AM SO SORRY I MADE THIS SO FUCKING ANGSTY. please forgive me. it just felt like the perfect setup for a bite of sadness.

pairing: crowley x f!reader

rating: T

notes: mentions of death

“You shouldn’t do this.”

Crowley knows. He knows that Aziraphale is not wrong for a number of reasons: his head office will notice, it’s against the rules, he’ll get in dreadful dreadful trouble. Demons aren’t meant to meddle in the mortality of humans. But then again demons aren’t meant to marry humans either, and he did that anyway too.

It’s your tenth anniversary today. He can picture the wedding like a photograph in his memory: your white dress, your red lips, the huge smile you wore all day like it was stuck to your face. Impossible for you to get rid of.

He braved the pain of a church to marry you in it, then swept you off to bed to take his mind off his burning feet.

Ten years. Ten happy years. Ten years of your gorgeous, gorgeous smile. He knew it wouldn’t be forever, but he thought that he’d at least have longer to work out what he was going to do when the time came. But there was no way you could have predicted where the bomb would land, the explosion it would cause, the shrapnel that would end up shredding your stomach.

He told you to leave London and you refused to. You refused to leave him.

Now blood soaks through your clothes onto his. You’re lifeless in his arms. Covered in brickdust and mortar. Smile gone.

In that moment he realises that he can’t continue existing without it.

“Crowley…”

“Shut it,” he snaps, far more fiercely than he should, and he’ll apologise to Aziraphale for it later… but for now, he does something very reckless indeed.

He summons the miracle from hell. It’s a big one, to snatch a soul out of the aether as it tries to slip away, but he’s a very powerful demon. He grabs the hazy edges of your spirit with his hand and slams it back into your body. There’s a surge of energy as the two parts of you reconnect, and in a shaky spasm you twitch horribly back to life.

“There she is. There’s my girl,” he whispers, cupping your face. As you work out how to breathe again Aziraphale watches in silence. There is nothing for him to say.

He manages to get away with it. Hell isn’t known for its incredible paper trail after all, and it’s pretty easy for him to mislay the documents that prove he ever did such a huge miracle at all. You’re alive again and there are no repercussions.

From head office, anyway.

Aziraphale eventually comes to accept the decision, and the two of you actually end up quite good friends. In fact Crowley feels quite ganged up on sometimes. You’re constantly at the bookshop helping shoo away customers and hunting down good deals for old tomes on ebay. You’ve learned to grow with the times.

But still.

There are times where you seem… distant. He’ll catch you staring out a window, seemingly a million miles away from your body. You don’t blink as much as you should since he brought you back. You don’t breathe as hard either, your chest only raising and falling about once a minute. There’s something not the same.

He cannot bring himself to admit that you came back wrong.

Every time Crowley will come over and give you a gentle kiss, bringing you out of your stupor. You’ll shake your head and return to the moment.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he’ll ask.

“Oh, yes. Of course I am,” you’ll reply, and you’ll smile.

But your smile is never quite right.

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#request #crowley x reader #david tennant x reader

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meabh-mcinness · 1 year

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I would like to ask since you're one of the few suppliers of good balam content I've seen. How big do you think balams breeding kink is?

First off, thanks for the complement!

Second off, the answer is just yes. This man’s breeding kink is so big. Literally, unless I meet him in real life, and he tells me otherwise, you cannot convince meet that he wouldn’t live just to breed his significant other if possible. Like, Nishi has recently confirmed that he still has long phone calls with his parents in his free time. He is such a big family that I refuse to believe he wouldn't enjoy filling up his partner and watching them grow with his childe.

I can very easily picture something along the lines of this;

Dull nails clawed at the sheets underneath you, almost ripping them to the point of exposing the interconnecting branches of the nest beneath. Your knees and forearms hurt from taking not only the brunt of your weight, but also the force of the long and deep snaps of Shichirou's hips meeting yours. You would certainly be bruised, but you couldn't care less at the moment.

"Please," you pleaded. "More... Give me more."

The size difference between the two of you meant that he had to scrunch up considerably to be able to spoon you properly, much less utter in your ear, but he leaned over anyway. Forearms braced around you, hot breath and sharp fangs brushing your lobe as he talked to you.

"Patience darling. You're so perfect, let me enjoy it." Another particularly drawn-out and powerful thrust had you mewling into the blankets beneath. Small hands scrambling for purchase as his strength, still held back even now, left you careening forward with every jab.

"So wet, warm, and tight. You're just built to take me, aren't you? My little human, so deprived. I want nothing more than to sate your needs. Fill you up till life's taken in you. Leaving you heavy with my brood. " A gentle nip on the tip of your ear was followed by some shifting, one scaled hand tracing down your body, pausing briefly to circle your stomach before continuing onwards. Only stopping when it reached the sensitive bundle of nerves right above where you joined. A favored spot of his once he discovered the pleasure it brought, back before, when he was still nervous to take you in such ways.

He could see it now though, his hands splayed in wonder over your belly swollen with his lineage. Could practically already feel the baby moving inside you as you went about building a nursery nest. Watch you putter around with ever increasingly swelling breasts, keeping a careful eye on the little ones already born as they played. After all, he couldn't settle for just one babe.

Would your human side win out and produce live young? Or would his inherent gargoyle genes prevail, and you'll be forced to contend with egg-laying? Would they look more like you or him? Or, maybe, even a perfect blend of the two of you?

The second his clawed hand started circling your bud, you felt the ever-building taut coil in you finally snap again for the third time that night. Pleasure rushed through veins better than any drug ever could as you came with his name on your lips. The fluttering of your walls clutching at him was enough to bring him to fruition as well, snapping his hips a bit harder than he meant to.

Gasping your name out like a prayer before turning his mouth to your shoulder. Large, sharp fangs cut through your skin like butter as he rode out his high with you. It would be impossible for you not to feel it, from the throbbing of his dick to the absolute warm flood that left his body into yours, filling you up just as he had said.

When you both were finished and done shuttering, he finally released your shoulder from his grip, licking up the blood that started piling up, making sure to cover every last tooth mark. It had been a rather lucky discovery to find out demon saliva had the same healing properties for humans that their blood had for demons. Satisfied with his work, he carefully unfurled himself to sit back on his knees and admire his handiwork but made no move to unsheathe himself.

You lay there dazed, still in the headspace left behind by the orgasm that left your body shivering in its afterglow. Even from this position with your back to him, your oh-so-vulnerable back that stirred something in him again, he could see the slight bulge in your lower belly that was further proof of your joining. And he couldn't help but, in his mind's eyes, see it even bigger and rounder, rather than the cylinder shape of him.

'Well', he thought as he gently turned your body over, still sheathed so deep inside you, 'there is only one way to ensure it comes true'. Leaning over again, he tended to the other side of your neck, nipping and suckling as he made his way down your body to your breasts. Looking up briefly, he caught your eyes, filled with both apprehension and desire for what was to come. After all, the night was still young, and you-

"Aren't done yet, darling."

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shepherds-of-haven · 10 months

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Did MC and Red (either best friends or exes) not make any plans to meet again one day? Or did they pretty much accept that that might not happen? And how did he feel after they left?

I only played the demo so if this is answered in-game later it's ok to ignore this ask! Thanks in advance! (and thank you for being so kind and attentive with all the asks you receive, just seeing how you reply to everyone makes me feel super welcomed here! <3)

MC and Red did intend on meeting up again someday, but in a world where there isn't any real way of communicating with each other from afar (especially if you're constantly traveling and moving around and don't actually know where the other person will be at any given moment), they both just accepted that it would happen somewhat abstractly. When you leave the Circle as a young adult, there's generally this sense of excitement and new independence, like "I can't wait to go off on my own and spread my wings and explore the world and figure my life out and become the person I'm meant to be!!" It's this fresh, exciting rite of passage that everyone goes through, so there isn't this looming concern about how to see each other again ASAP (you've spent the last several years seeing each other every single day, after all); it's sort of just accepted that you're all going to go off your own ways and you'll see each other when you see each other (typically when you come back to the Circle after a few years of freedom and moonlighting to "settle down"/enter the next phase in life/figure out what you're going to do next). Generally the simplest thing to do is to pop back in to the Circle and inquire where the other one is, and if the other person has been there recently, you stand a good chance of finding them (or at least leaving a message for the next time they come through), depending on how urgently you need to see them. MC also knew where Red's family lived, so they could have also checked in there and his parents or sisters would have gotten a message to him ASAP if needed! So they weren't really thinking about it at the time, basically; they just had faith (blind faith, pretty much) that it was going to happen eventually, so they weren't too worried about it!

There's also the case that, if they were sweethearts and then broke up, they did need some space from each other and weren't like "all right well I'm going to go do my own thing since I was under the impression that we're just a fling and definitely not in love... anyway, want to meet back here in a year?" LOL

As friends, I don't think either Red or MC were really devastated or bummed out about going their separate ways: as I said, this is pretty much the standard course of things when you don't have phones or even permanent mailing addresses, it's sort of like when you have a friend who goes on pilgrimage or backpacking across Europe for several months without technology and you just have to accept that you'll see them when they get back! It was understood that both of them would return to the Circle someday, so they weren't worried about it outside of that... it just took Red way less time than he thought and MC way more time than they thought LOL. (But they'd assumed he was off doing his own thing too, not that he was still back there all that time! That's why they're so shocked to see him in Chapter 3: the odds of him actually physically being at the Circle were next to impossible in their mind, since they thought he was off still gallivanting around the Continent like he'd planned!)

Also, thanks so much for your very sweet and kind words, I'm so happy that you can feel welcome! :) Thanks for your question and I hope my answer made sense!

#Shepherds of Haven #Red #Red Antiqua #MC

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jabberwondia · 2 years

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memento mori

Malleus had found a way to make time stop.

Malleus Draconia x Gender Neutral Reader Notes: This one is a little sad. Hurt and comfort, existential angst, fear of death, mortality. Please skip if this is not your cup of tea.

Malleus had found a way to make time stop.

Granted, it wasn’t foolproof, as it would often end up speeding time instead. And yet when it worked – oh, when it worked, it was stronger than any magic he could ever hope to master.

You, on the other hand, were always running out of time. Mostly literally – running from class to class, cramming the night before exams, chasing after Grim – life in Twisted Wonderland had been a vortex of emotions and activities that were hard to get used to. Somehow, in all that madness, you had fallen in love with Malleus, and to your surprise, he had returned the affections with every fiber of his being. But, as it turns out, falling in love with a magical entity is a problem in and of itself. Malleus was always late to your nights out together, insisted on taking you to disheveled ruins far hidden in forests, and although he meant well, a part of him was enveloped in this eternal sadness – not just by his gloomy disposition, but by his adamant apathy to all things regarding school duty, and his jaded view on human life.

“Malleus,” you call softly. “You know, you don’t have to help me study.”

Cradled in his lap, he simply watches in silence as you go through your books.

“The time that remains for us is a precious gift. I’ve come to terms that I cannot have you by my side forever, so in turn, at least allow me to be there for all your moments.”

“That’s... dark.”

Silently, you wonder if the Fae feel the same range of emotions as humans. A different lifespan comes with its own kind of existential dread, though you cannot begin to fathom what it must be like. That being said, Malleus suddenly turning the subject of every other conversation into a constant reminder of your mortality is unwelcome on this particular day, as you are feeling especially emotional.

“Well, your journey is short. Spending it all by your side it the least I can do.”

“You.”

He’s said nothing new. He’s said nothing that he hasn’t before. Listen – if you spin it the other way around, it might actually sound romantic. And yet today – for some reason, today, you’ve had enough. Does it not suffice that you are thrown into a strange world, forced to learn magic (even though you cannot invoke it), lost all notion of what your regular life used to be like – how can he possibly understand? He’s never told you, so don’t even know – what his powers are like, how many centuries he’s lived through. Everything shrouded in mystery as you need to sort all his conundrums and metaphors, deal with his taciturn demeanor; enough is enough.

“Aren’t you tired of playing-pretend as a high school student?” You hiss, holding back tears that go so deep, they feel like they’re forming in the back of your throat instead of your eyes. “What gives!? I’ll be dead in another sixty or so years anyways, eighty if I'm lucky. Please, just stop reminding me.”

At first, your choice of words clouds his eyes with anger and dejection – you can sense an electric current rising as suddenly the outside air is not so clear anymore. But quickly and surely, Malleus steadies down, and so does the weather.

“Child of Man,” he begins to say. “I apologize.”

“No. I’m sorry,” you shake your head. “I’ve been... pondering a lot lately.”

“I should not have voiced such sad thoughts out loud. It won’t happen again.”

“No, really, it’s okay. It’s just... this impossible dream.”

“What do you dream of?”

You dare not say, but you dream of becoming a fairy. I mean, if magic is possible in this crazy world, then it’s not such a farfetched fantasy, right? Not out of greed – you could not care less if it’s ten, sixty, or five hundred more years until you die. Time is not important. You just want to live in the same dimension, the same frequency as Malleus, grow gray hairs together – is that too much to ask? In the current scenario, both your existences are so foreign to each other, that if you had to put it in easier terms, you'd say it feels like being a dog –loyal, unconditional, and sure, we love dogs as much as we love our kin– but an inevitable barrier separates them to us. We might meet one, two, thirty dogs – yet to them, we are their Only Human. How is that fair?

Malleus is not good at guessing other’s thoughts. He’s told you that much before. But when he sees you start to weep quietly, he knows.

“I can stop time.”

“No weird magic, Hornton,” you warn. “And please don’t joke about this. I’m not in the mood.” In all honesty, it’s hard to tell if the Thorn Prince himself is jesting or not – hey, he's capable of the occasional wisecrack now and then, and you don’t doubt him, but then again, stopping the flow of time itself seems like an overpowered cheat skill for anyone to have.

“No,” he assures. “Not magic. Or perhaps it is. Just not the conventional kind.”

A deep sigh escapes your lungs. He is not going to let this go, so you feel obliged to comply. “Fine. I’ll humor you. Show me.”

Malleus shifts your weight on his lap easily, and when he places a hand to cup your face, it dawns on you how it’s so big and monstrous and his fingers are like claws – so much so, that the tip of his little finger extends to your neck, and the span of his hand clutches your nape and ear and cheek all at once, effortlessly. His lime green eyes shine in the rising moon of the evening, heavy lids, zooming in on you, seeing nothing else. And then his pale face inches closer, and he kisses you. It’s that simple. There are no tricks, no spells. But he does it slow and carefully. At first, a peck on the lips, which inevitably tastes of your tears; he wipes them off gently with his thumb, crisscrossing your cheeks, so gently that you can mentally trace the zigzags his fingers are making by the lingering static of his touch. Then again, but this time Malleus is a bit more forceful; not too much, he knows exactly how to handle your fragile skin. Taking turns between nibbling your upper lip, then switching to sucking on your lower lip – wet, tender, reddened; pausing to allow you to catch your breath, and also just to take the sight of you in, as you are panting, squirming on his lap. The sadness is ever present, but a bittersweet joy soon fills you instead – and Malleus kisses you over and over again, scaling in intensity, making you lose your sense of balance, being or gravity, as if you cannot smell or see or hear anything else, all that remains is your sense of touch, and all you feel is him. “See?” Malleus whispers, breaking the lock of your lips, still remaining so close that it makes you shake with the vibrating tones of his voice; like a cat’s purr. “But a fleeting moment, yet it feels like an eternity.”

Malleus had found a way to make time stop.

It wasn’t foolproof, but oh, when it worked, it was stronger than any magic he could ever hope to master. And for a brief instant, time had forgiven you both.

“to kiss you”

A series of one-shots and drabbles featuring the Twisted Wonderland boys, kisses, and a specific body part.

Part 1: Azul Ashengrotto x Gender Neutral Reader, legs.

Part 2: Malleus Draconia x Gender Neutral Reader, lips. [you’re here]

#malleus x mc #malleus angst #malleus draconia #malleus x yuu #malleus x y/n #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x mc #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #jabberwondia #jabberwondia originals #crossposted to ao3

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beloveddawn-blog · 7 months

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"... And he insisted I was losing rhythm during the drum solo so I told him to put his mana orbs where his mouth is and brought my drum set to the creek with me. Then Iris showed up with a violin she's been working on, and Vaan brought his flute, and anyway, long story short I woke up to an official noise complaint from Wesley. I paid everyone's fines because I started it, but I think I'm just gonna lay low until he calms down a bit."

Nathanial laughed so hard he almost cried listening to his wife talk about why she was currently avoiding Nel'Vari. One day, when she had defeated Dynus and Sun Haven was out of danger, he would go with her and see it, but for now he was content to visit it vicariously through her stories. Vaan came by the farm not infrequently, waving from his cloud as he soared on by. Iris had been lured away with the promise of a festival the first year Teleri had lived here and came to every special event now. Nathanial had even had the dubious pleasure of meeting Wesley last Halloween, and had found him just as awkward and uncertain as he had expected with the other man so wildly outside of his comfort zone. But there was one person Teleri always talked about that he hadn't met yet, and he had heard some interesting things recently.

He had never been one for subtlety, so he just dove right in. "Vaan told me something interesting the other day. Something about your friend Lucius."

Teleri snuggled up on his shoulder, her own animated tale obviously done with, and grinned up at him. "Ooh, gossip? Did Vaan come to visit? Or is this from the Lantern Festival and you've been holding out on me for two full weeks?"

He laughed again, charmed as always by his beloved. "The Lantern Festival, but in my defense I was waiting for you to hear about it organically. I thought you might have." She shook her head, and he continued. "Vaan said that Luke was teasing Lucius about only ever talking to you and Opal, but instead of his usual line about the Moon being all he needs in life, he replied that anyone with the good fortune to know you would understand why you were an exception. Apparently you even asked about becoming a Moon Attendant yourself, except it's another eighty nine years until they recruit. Luke was talking about it in a 'she's as crazy as he is' sort of way, but Vaan knows you both better."

Teleri was quiet for a moment, and Nathaniel let her be. She was very serious about all of her relationships, in her own way, and learning that a treasured friendship was edging towards more would throw most people off. Eventually she grinned and tucked her face back into Nathaniel's shoulder.“I would be a poor Moon Attendant, probably, since I do not do well at sitting still. Perhaps it is a skill I will need to learn. Or perhaps I shall just have Lucius cover for me when she asks around, like a child sneaking out of lessons. He is quite fond of me, and a millenia or more spent with him would be no hardship.” Her smile turned a bit softer then, and it was impossible for Nathaniel to ever feel jealous of Teleri’s ability to love when it made her this happy. Then she smirked, still pressed against his muscles. “I must admit, I have a definite preference for a strong set of shoulders. And he favours as much skin available for the Moon's glow as possible. It's nice. It's a very nice welcome to the city."

Nathaniel couldn't help it; he burst out laughing again. "That's what catches your eye, is it? I have my uniform to thank for getting your attention? And when they bow it'll be on to the next set?" He truly, *truly* meant it as only a joke, they understood each other very well and he had been aware since they had begun dating that she would outlive him by ages. Teleri, though, for the first time ever, did not take it as the joke it was.

"I will *never* abandon you." She swore fervently. "Never. We will travel the path of a soldier's life together until the day we break free to explore Mother Ocean. Even as your shoulders bow and your hands shake I will never stop showing you all the wonders this world has to give. But eventually even my skills and magic will not be enough to keep you with me, and at that point I will consign your beloved shell to the rest you have asked for it, and then I will return to land."

"Beloved," he began, knowing this was a whole lot bigger than just the issue at hand. "What is bothering you? You know I don't mind that you will outlive me, nor that you will love others. Not even that you will likely marry again. I've always thought that was what you wanted. Am I mistaken?"

She burrowed deeper into his shoulder at first, then shot up to sitting. She curled her knees to her chest and stretched her arms to her feet, allowing her hair to drape over her face and obscure her. It was both indescribably vulnerable and heart-wrenchingly defensive, and he ached to see his most treasured person so distraught. He joined her in sitting, then wrapped his arm around her and waited.

And waited.

When she finally did speak, it was so soft he almost didn’t catch it.

“Do you think that if I am a Moon Attendant, the Moon Goddess might keep my soul?”

Nathaniel blinked.That was not at all what he had expected to hear, and he wasn’t certain where to even begin to approach this. No tactical or leadership training could ever be enough for this. “Is… possession of your soul something you worry about?” He asked, not even sure if it was something she wanted or not.

Teleri gave a shuddering sigh, and Nathaniel tightened his arm.

“I am truly immortal, in some ways, but I can die. You know this. I do not age, but I can be killed. We talked about this long ago.”

“You are one of Mother Ocean’s earthborn children.” He replied. “A facet as much as an individual, and as much your own fiercely independent self as you are a part of a greater whole. I remember.”

She flexed her toes, a nervous gesture that sent chills down Nathaniel’s back. Teleri was never still, it was not in her nature to be so, but she wasn’t really a fidgeter either. It just underscored how truly out of their elements both of them were. “Well… I don’t want to be.”

And then she burst into tears.

Nathaniel attempted for a moment to gather her up, but Teleri wasn’t budging. Eventually he settled on rubbing her shoulders and making soft cooing noises at her. Her sobs subsided as quickly as they arrived, and she stilled as she buried her face even deeper into her knees.

“I don’t want to become part of Mother Ocean’s whole again.” She admitted, surer this time. “If I wanted to be pure element living with other elementals I would be doing it. I want to be an individual. I want to have adventures. I want to explore all that life can offer with those that I love beside me. The Moon Goddess understands that. She is a mortal goddess, for all she is truly immortal herself. She protects and keeps and is worshiped by mortals. She loves them for their flaws as much as for their hearts. She gathers her departed souls to her for solace as they leave, but gives grace on those that are not ready to take that step yet. Given all of that, I wonder if she might give that grace to me, when bad luck finally strikes me down. Because it will eventually happen, and when it does…” She turned her face out of her knees then and gave him the most heartbreakingly beautiful smile he had ever seen before. “I would like to see you again on the other side of it all.”

#sun haven #my writing #this was supposed to be something sweet about one of my favourite NPCs being romanceable #instead you get death #death and souls and religion oh my #not a real religion #don't worry

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vodkaskys · 1 year

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FANFIC REC: M-preg

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Aftermath (Harry deals with the aftermath of Zayn's departure from the band. Even though this chapter is full of angst, it leads back to chapter one, "Three Little Words," because if you're a Zarry you always have hopes for healing between these two.) (1K)

WHITES & PINKS (louis tomlinson is a french painter who runs into harry styles in america. art, love, and babies ensue.) (4K)

Darling, Just Hold My Hand (Louis and Harry decide to spend a week at a skii resort with their families during the Christmas holidays.On Christmas night, Harry goes into labor but the family gets snowed in which forces him to give birth in the cabin in the middle of nowhere.Luckily, his husband is a surgeon who can help.) (10K)

Zaccheus (he locals always told Louis to never go by the water.He’s fairly sure that’s something they told everyone; an old wives tale about sea monsters, probably originally meant to keep small children safe from falling in when they couldn’t swim.But Louis’ tired. Tired of going from village to village to collect taxes. Tired of the glares, the mean words. Of getting thrown out of just about every establishment. He’s not the one who keeps raising the taxes, after all. He’s just the one who couldn’t find another job. Not enough skills to join a guild, a sibling too many to get part of the family farm. His options had been slim.So he’s tired, and he’s hungry, and maybe he’s a little petulant. A little willing to ignore the dire warnings of the locals, it’s probably just because they hate him anyway.) (2K)

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ROCKETMAN (louis tomlinson is an astronaut with a husband and daughter at home) (5K)

You're In Love (When a family of four becomes five.9 (4K)

Us Against the World (After finding out news about their daughter, Harry and Louis are willing to do anything to help her.) (7K)

Welcome To the Family (Zayn just wants his baby, and the universe grants him that wish, but it takes longer than he would've liked it to. It's all worth it though, when he remembers that he gets to be a dad, and gets to watch the love of his life be a dad.) (3K)

Daylight (Harry and Louis welcome twins.) (7K)

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The Last Great American Dynasty (President Louis Tomlinson is a little too tough and stern for his own good. His new bodyguard, Harry, comes in the form of a proper American jewel to soften him. They fall in love.) (26K)

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#larry fanfiction #larry fanfic rec #fanfic rec #fanfiction rec list #fanfiction #mpreg

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aye-of-newt · 2 years

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My season four theory: Reggie has redesigned the universe with himself at the centre. At first, the Umbrellas will think their job is done and will attempt to get on with their lives sans powers.

However, they will soon realise that a world of Reg’s design is worse than no world at all and without their powers they are helpless to defend themselves against this terrifying new regime.

Five will need to regain his powers and travel back in time to undo all the work of the previous three seasons, leading us back to the apocalypse of season one, which was always meant to happen.

Needing to ensure the timeline goes exactly as it should, he will be forced to found an organisation that monitors and regulates the space-time continuum. He will employ thousands of agents to achieve this aim, using time-travelling briefcases powered by his abilities. He will live a long and lonely life, cloistered from society, as the enigmatic founder of the Temps Commission.

When his younger self drops in on him near the end of his life, the 100-year-old Five will attempt to tell him: “Whatever you do, don’t save the world.”

He will lose his arm in an unrelated kitchen waste disposal incident.

Thoughts?

...you know I can see the vision.

I think that with the exact right execution it could work as a tragedy. It almost makes sense because there would be no worse fate in his mind and no greater failure. It goes against everything Five is and so it would be the ultimate cruel irony.

For decades, Five's only goal is to stop the apocalypse and make it home. It helps him to hold on to some semblance of sanity. And to his humanity. All while in impossibly inhuman conditions. He rebels against the Commission and the idea that time is fixed, rejecting the idea that our fate is sealed and we are helpless to change it. His very core is made of pure concentrated willpower. The very essence of Five is to fight, to claw tooth and nail against every boundary and limit and sacrifice himself over and over again in order to save everyone else.

(Which is why I felt his giving up was... weird... this season. Like I can almost see him getting to a point where he would feel that there is nothing he can do... but I don't feel like that low point was really justified/deserved this season. It didn't have enough build up from where we left him last season. He had majorly powered up and destroyed the entire Board in order to restore things to how they ought to be. He doesn't seem the type to settle for the Hotel and flawed timeline where they could run into their alternate selves at any moment. If I was writing the season I would have had him be more lost and directionless without a clear goal to fulfill. Maybe have him trying to restore the timeline and have the others insist that they call it quits while they are ahead??? His retirement would be awkward and half-hearted. Of course, Allison would have been on board with him wanting to fix things and then she wouldn't have gone off the deep end so much so that would interrupt that storyline... Maybe what was needed was just a More Significant reason for him to give up in general. For Five to more explicitly state that he was afraid of making things even worse if they kept tampering or something. I think this is what they were going for, they just didn't establish it clearly/strongly enough. Whatever, this is a ramble. Anyway--)

The point is, I do really like the idea of Five as a tragic figure. I think an ending where it is revealed that the game was over before it even began would be absolutely heart-shattering. Gut wrenching. To see him fight so hard for decades only to realize that it was all for nothing, that he was blindly charging down a path towards his own destruction, that in trying to save his family he dragged them through far more pain living through three or four apocalypses than they would have endured dying in the first one... it would be devastating. If done just so it could be fulfilling as much as it would be eviscerating. It would be a complete and utter defeat and Five would have to betray not only his entire family but his entire sense of self and all he stands for by becoming the thing he hates.

Of course, it would be a very tall order to do well. It would be very hard to thread the needle in a way that executes that "strings of fate, loop of agony, sink to become the thing you hated" thing without feeling like a total destruction of the character and dismissal of the point of the show. The switch would have to flip at the last second, to keep Five (and us) full of hope as long as possible and only reveal that it was all for naught at the final moment when it is far, far too late to do anything. The audience would have to be convinced and on board with Five until that moment of realization. We should experience it together so that when the ashes fall, we can't blame him for the actions he takes. When we see there horrific, painful end... and it destroys us because there was nothing else he could have done.

It could work.

And I love a good tragedy

But honestly?

I just want to see him win.

I want him to be right.

That there is a way out.

That his love for his family is greater than any other force in all of time and space.

That he can bend reality to his will for the sake of the people he cares about.

That there is always a choice, a way out, another chance.

That is is never too late.

I want him to spit in the face of every single person who told him to give up.

I want the last scene to be Five, utterly content as he sits down and finally goes still, as he looks at his family and sees them safe and happy and alive and whole, and then, finally, he gets to rest.

#thank you for the ask!#this was fun 🥰#five hargreeves #tua #tua s3 spoilers

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It took all the air out of his lungs to hear that name again. "16?" He managed to repeat, stuck for a moment on the 'fucked up story there'. He had only been seven, and it'd have been impossible to get anyone else out. Still, it felt like he left people behind. "It was the same cult. Hers and mine. She's a couple years younger than me, I think, and we didn't spend much time together--but I knew her." The world felt a bit darker every day. He tried as best he could to be part of the world, leave this all behind, but the darkness had a way of following him. "Yeah, a pack will protect you from a lot of this or at least make sure you're not facing it alone anyway."

"I meant more like a holiday dinner. I don't want Laura's acceptance of me as her brother to be forced on the pack, so I doubt flashy parties are in my future here. Maybe it is impossible, but I'll keep mine low. Just in case." It was different, the cloud of his father still hung over him. He couldn't just be someone new, a nobody for them to adopt. He looked too familiar. "To go from a normal life to this is quite the change. I think any reasonable person would take it pretty badly, but I think making it to the Davidsons was the best thing you could have done. Piece of shit is an understatement, but I don't know. Most people in my life now didn't know my father; I don't know whether anyone here can separate because they knew him first."

He didn't want to fill the air with darkness, so he tried to find something better so they didn't leave it on that note. "That's very romantic," he commented, smiling a little as he added, "I could tell that you love her. It's very obvious. From both of you. I would have guessed a few months too, you have that new love glow about you."

"Oh," he said in realization as he stated that they knew each other. Somehow he'd missed connecting those dots but he could see it on Edmond's face. "She's completely free of them now, obviously. And she lives around here. Ellie's good friends with her, she could probably introduce you... Or re-introduce, I guess." Snacking on another cookie, he gave a small nod at that. "Yeah. It took me awhile to get that but I do see it now." He remembered the way everyone welcomed him after the vote. Unanimous. They would protect him.

Shiloh shrugs. "I don't know, they're pretty damn persistent with those parties. If Laura doesn't try to talk you into one, Ronnie might. Have you met her yet? Tiny, very excitable, radiating sunshine and positivity? Another mini Laura in some ways?" Hearing the terms 'Pack Mom' and 'Pack Daughter' tossed around between the two, he guessed he probably had. Shrugging again though, he understood Edmond's desire to keep expectations low. He was the same way with a lot of things. "Tell me about it. I thought they were all insane and possibly serial killers..." He said remembering his very first encounter when he woke up in a basement with some minor restraints. "Maybe but I don't know. There's a girl in the Mystic Falls pack whose mother apparently rained a lot of hell down on them all in the past and more recently. Two ended up dead, but they're alive now and I'm still trying to understand that..." He shook his head. "But people seem able to separate her from her mother."

A small smile tugs his lips as he thought about Ellie. "Apparently Laura and Joel thought so too. That it was obvious." He retorts with an amused shake of his head. "I tried not to be obvious about it but they knew right away. She's amazing though. I've never met anyone so kind-hearted and eager to help some guy she didn't know." Sometimes he still thought she could do better than him but selfishly, he was glad she chose him anyway. "What about you? Anyone special in your life?"

#ofstrengthisms #( shiloh burkhart ; )#( shiloh & edmond tag ; )#answered #//I love this a ton #also the amount of people he could relate to in the pack

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it's a draft of my unposted eremika fanfic

that i already planned since 2021, making a draft for chapter 1 before the final part start, ending up burning into ashes due to procrastionation.

BUT! it's such a waste to buried it deep into the grave yet before actually try to publish it, so here is a snippets of what chapter one would be, enjoy..? (although pls don't throw your precious phone at me due to the cringeness, my inner 12 yo probably still thriving at those) _____________________ (oh so if you are new, i recommend follow my eremika playlist because every chapter is centered around the songs included, thankuu)

Chapter 1: Have we met already? (Eren’s POV)

Oct 31th 2023 | 21.19 PM [Jean’s Party]

It’s probably fate, or just a perfectly coincidental moment for Eren. But he knew there was something he didn’t quite understand happening the moment he locked eyes with her. Yeah, her - the beautiful lady in a red dress that passes him at the stupid Halloween party that Jean throws, supposedly to “meet the pretty sorority ladies, Eren! Live a little bit” and shows off his hosting skills. Haha yeah, it’s not like that skill exists.

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Oct 31th 2023 | 14.20 PM [Annie and Armin’s Apartment]

Earlier that noon

“I think you’re allowed to take a break, Mr. I-Am-Taking-My-Life-Too-Seriously-Or-AI-Will-Take-My-Job Jaeger”, Armin said as he looked over Eren on the floor, surrounded by his worn-out medical textbooks with colorful post-it notes all over the pages. Eren scoffs, “Someone needs to find the cures you know. And what about you, the one who actually works part-time at library because you apparently love to study some... triangle rock thingy”. “I think you very much know it called a pyramid, Eren”, he said whilst rolling his eyes.

He saw Annie sitting by the sofa and offering her a hot cocoa and cozying up beside her while peering over her laptop screen filled with kitten videos and law PDF books. “What Armin meant to say is you should get your life together man, being too busy in your studies have an almost zero percent for you to meet someone”, Annie said, meeting Eren’s pair of green eyes giving her death stares while mouthing “fuck you” before he resumes his studies “. “Well, there’s a 0,001 percent he could met someone, honey. Maybe we should try to be more optimistic?” Armin says. She replies, “If you're saying optimistic in that questionable tone, you surely think it's impossible for us to double date with Eren at this point.”

“Okay, first of all, we DID already have our double date with Historia. And even at that point she doesn’t realize yet she ‘swings’ that way until she met that brown haired woman.” Eren tries to argue, waving the paper in his hand to emphasize his point. “I don’t think hanging out with your childhood friend is called a date, you don’t even like her that way” Annie retorts back. Suddenly, Annie bolts up, causing Armin to almost spill his cocoa due to the sudden movement. Before Armin can speak, Annie interrupts, "You should go to the party Jean is throwing tonight! I heard he invited everyone on campus as part of welcoming new students, but we all know he's just trying to spread his...wing, not leg mind you. You might meet someone there".

Eren sigh. This was not the first time his friends had tried to coax him into searching for a partner. He thought it a waste of time, having to deal with someone else's emotions. He shudders, recalling witnessing his brother's on-again, off-again situationship.

His brother would say things like "She's just my coworker, Eren, nothing more." Then he would drunkenly call late at night, complaining "Why isn't Pieck interested in me anyway? People would throw their panties seeing me." Or "Yelena really rubbed me the wrong way but gosh I would gladly sell my soul for her body." And other explicit things would be thrown at Eren before he would throw his phone away and let his brother continue ranting for another two hours until passing out.

Pathetic.

He considers people who cannot stand being alone as pathetic human beings.

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#obviously eremika #eremika #aruannie #but gosh i really like aruannie just chill at sofa meanwhile ereh just minding his own business #idk who to ship eren's brother who unconveniently i FORGOT his name is #gosh i forgot #but i do remember #pieck finger #yelena snk #spoilers #reincarnate eremika bcs why not?#i still forgot his bro's name #OH #ZEKE YEAGER #FINALLY

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To Dora Milaje or not to Dora Milaje?

I just need a minute to vent.

So just a quick question: Why is hair so important?

Like how and why did the topic of hair become such an important one?

So just a quick backstory, I'm a black woman and a big fat tomboy. Like growing up I was such a tomboy that most of my relatives thought that I was a lesbian (not that the two have any real correlation but I'm just trying to paint a picture here). So for a majority of my childhood and teen years I almost always had a boyish way about me from the way I dressed to the way I acted to even the way my parents treated me. So for most of my childhood and a large chunk of my teen years I almost always had short hair now this wasn't actully my choice but rather my mother's (she read an article once that stated that getting your children's hair relaxed or done in anyway made them more prone to sexual desires from an early age whether or not this is actually true is really a story for another day). So for most of my childhood and even my teen years my mom always kept my hair (and that of my siblings) either extremely short or we were just bald. While this did bother me a lot growing up because of the teasing I would often get at school for being a girl with no hair I don't really remember it upsetting me a great deal other than the obvious case of hair envy I would usually battle with every now and again. Any ways so when I was around 16 my mom finally let me start really getting my hair done properly, while she had let me get it relaxed before then, my inexperience with taking care of hair properly along with my lack of desire and patience to do so meant I reverted back to having short natural hair soon after getting my hair relaxed for the first time, but at 16 everything was so different. For starters I was nearing the end of my high school career and the boy I liked (who I suspected liked me) had gone and got himself a girlfriend and I was big mad about it. This along with my desire to feel more feminine made me start getting my hair done. and while at first it was fun to actually get to do something different with my hair for the first time ever, a large part of me loathed everything about the experience. Everything from the never-ending manipulation of my hair, to the long hours it took to achieve certain hairstyles and the seemingly never ending rules there were about hair care and maintenance that (given my history with doing my hair) I had never truly dealt with. So by the time I entered university I was exhausted with hair and just wanted it all gone. So started my recurring short hair journey which lasted up until I moved to South Korea earlier this year, a moment which I truly believe sparked my descent into pure hair madness and loathing.

Since moving to a country which has very different standards of beauty to my own, I've really had a hard time adjusting. Besides the ridiculous standards placed on women here, the fact that I am a black woman has really made things even more difficult. While I'm not really one to ever feel like my race makes it impossible for me to do things I will admit that sometimes I do feel like I have to really put in the work to just exist peacefully as a black woman. So because I'm not really in my mood to explain my whole life story I will just sum things up to the fact that I'm having a really hard time trying to be a more feminine version of myself that I am not and (in all honesty) I have never truly been.

Now while I have always been a person who prides themselves on originality and the basic human right to be different, it must also be stated for the records that I am also highly introverted, not confrontational, a little awkward and I truly hate misunderstandings with all my being. So living in a country where a lot of people don't really look like me and are henceforth very curious about black people and our way of life is a little tiring, especially when it comes to the topic of HAIR!!

So as I said before, in Korea (just like everywhere else) there are certain (ridiculous) expectations that are placed on women in terms of how they should look and act and this of course also applies to hair. So in this country, unlike in Africa, bald women are not a thing. and to be honest even really short hair is not all that popular (well that's just counting the area that I live in of course). So me rocking up with short hair or even (dare I say it) no hair would obviously be quite startling and would obviously lead to a never ending stream of questions and me having to explain myself and the fact that having no hair or short hair even if you are a woman is very common where I'm from (cue me using the Dora Milaje from Black Panther as a support base for my argument).

And while I was honestly prepared to have to explain myself and speak for all black people when I first moved here, I think I may have well and truly underestimated just how exhausting that can become after awhile having only had to do this a handful of times in my life because I'm an African who lived in Africa surrounded by other Africans just like me all my life. Plus considering my personality, this has become a bit of a problem for me particularly with the topic of hair and pre-existing notions of beauty and femininity.

Well that's my vent. Thank you for reading.

And to end things off on a beautifully sour note, to whoever made the idea of hair what it is today, along with the originator of the concept of femininity (and what it means) just know you are the monster(s) in all of my nightmares.

#short hair #hairstory #im so tired #letmebebald #black girl problems

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The First Indicator of Shiva in My Life

It all began when I first watched the 2012 Tamil movie titled as Thaandavam. My family and I used to just go to the cinema to watch movies together and this just happened to be a movie I knew nothing about prior to entering the cinema hall.

The main character’s name was Shivakumar (Shiva for short). It would be too long to explain the storyline of the entire movie, but essentially, Shivakumar got into an arranged marriage with Meenakshi and they were kind of experiencing each other as husband and wife without prior knowledge of each other. Btw, it was a great action movie. It’s not just sappy romance yeah, just to make it clear. 😇

Anyway, being the hopeless romantic I was, I fell in love with their scenes, because, for the first time in my mind, it seemed like the idea of an arranged marriage wasn’t bad at all. P.S, I was only pro love marriages back then. 🙈

The movie made arranged marriage look very romantic. It’s like you could see the transition from dislike to like, from learning to be friends first to two people who realise they’ve fallen for each other and then confessing their love for one another in meaningful, simple and romantic ways. 💕 You will see what I mean when you watch this music video below:

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There was just something so magical about the arranged marriage that was portrayed and the couple expressing what they realised they felt for each other. I fell so in love with the chemistry and the characters that I took the love back home after I left the cinema. 😂

Being a hopeless romantic, I fantasised having such a husband in my life for days after that. As in I wanted to have such a caring husband just as the character Shiva in this movie, or even such a marriage someday.

But here was the part I didn’t expect: I remember I had exams coming up in the next one month or so, and I really needed to study, but for some reason, I just couldn’t! 🤯

I was literally in my own world, procrastinating to glory during my study time to imagine having such a husband and living life with him. Literally just being all in my head! It felt almost like a spell because it’s not that I didn’t try to deviate from daydreaming. It just felt almost impossible! And I can’t explain why. It was to the point that I barely spent any time studying for my exams!

I know I sound like the world’s biggest bimbo, but the constant fantasising was just a coping mechanism for me in order to feel loved back then. Again, no shame in it. It’s just that this thing that was happening felt almost like there was a force coercing me to continue because in that moment, nothing else mattered more than convincing myself that I love something about this character named Shiva. 💙

From then on, every time I thought (or daydreamed) about my future husband, only the name Shiva I would utter. And I won’t deny that even to this day, even after knowing that He is my guardian and my heavenly father, sometimes I still feel like the definition of a loving man is still Shiva. I still sometimes utter his name when I think of someone who loves me in a romantic manner but I do of course, remember that He is my father. ❤️

It’s been 11 years now since I first discovered Him in my life. Yet, I didn’t know what it meant until just a few months ago. It’s funny how there’s always a reason for why things happen in your life but you only find out like much later. This is exactly why we should open up our senses to the Universe and be ready to receive so that when the Universe speaks to us, it will lead us to paradise. 🌴

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Phantom Anon 🎭

I’m super hungover as I’m writing this, so I hope it still makes some sense and it’s not totally convoluted.

This scene is pretty dialogue heavy, and I really don’t have the lyric ability to write everything, so every time they talk here it’s not necessarily what they say word-per-word, but me trying to convey what they feel and/or mean. Basically what happens here is the start of their romantic relationship.

Eren questions Mikasa as to who Jean was, and why was she dancing with him. Eren already knows Jean from spying on him talking to Mikasa in her dressing room, as per my last ask. Mikasa is surprised by this but answers the truth, Jean is just a childhood friend, someone she likes and hasn’t seen in a long time. She danced with him because she was single and he was nice, and because she didn’t know Eren would make an appearance in the ball. “But do you love him? Dont’t you see he loves you?” Eren asks. “No, I don’t love him at all!” she answers. “Then will you promise me you’ll never see him again?”

Mikasa is taken aback by this. Here I don’t know what’s the best choice. If Eren goes vocally possessive and tells her she belongs to him and only him, that he doesn’t want him with any other man. Maybe have him ask “what am I to you?”. But also I like the idea of Mikasa voicing out her love for him, telling him she loves him, and not Jean, that she’ll choose him if that’s what he wants.

Anyway, either if it’s Eren telling Mikasa he loves her, or if it’s Mikasa him she loves him, this is the moment she asks him to see his face. And more, if they can finally be together. They danced, they almost kissed, didn’t this mean to him what it meant to her? And Eren sighs hopelessly, he says he loves her, but they can’t be together. It’s not that he rejects her here. But he explains that it’s impossible for them to be together because of his deformity. He says this is his stock in life: living in the catacombs, hidden from everyone, anonymous, in the darkness. “But there’s more to life than this!” Mikasa tries. “I’m sure, but not for me”. He explains his deformity is a curse, it will never let him be free. He thinks that his appearance is something from hell itself that prevents him from ever being happy. “If I accept you, Mikasa, you’ll be cursed too. You’ll never be free. I would only drag you into the darkness and into this hell that is my life. I love you, but please understand, if I do what you want, I’ll be condemning you to a life of horrors”.

She tries to deny it, that there’s always a way out. But Eren doesn’t believe it. “Mikasa, if you see what it is like underneath this mask, you’ll never want to see me again. You’ll be horrified like everyone always is. Those who have seen my face draw back in fear. I can’t afford to lose you. Please believe me when I say I use this mask for you”. And he’s all conflicted and turmoiled and it’s horrible for him because there is the love of his life and he’s jealous and angry, and even now he’s jealous of Jean because he could go and ask her to dance in front of everybody while Eren was hiding, and Jean can ask her to marry him and give her a life of luxury and Eren can’t and he’s so angry because the words aren’t coming out of his mouth the way he wants them too. It’s all going wrong in his head, he’s being forced to reject Mikasa because of his curse and his feelings are all over the place. She pleads him one more time. Eren shakes his head no, “This is the only thing I can’t give you, Mikasa”.

Mikasa is defiant. “Then kiss me and tell me your real name”, she says, “if you say you’ll give me anything else, then give me this”. Eren’s heartbeat is beating so loud. But what more can he do? He complies.

ohhhhh anon 🤧🤧🤧😭😭😭😭 this wrote down will be a fucking roller coaster of emotions 😭😭

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Moment of Awesome - Maya Lincoln-Lopez/Echo:

Unable to restrain herself from confronting Garrison Kane after his betrayal of the team while undercover.

Maya pulled at her hair, unable to truly understand at the moment why she was so pissed off at him. It had seemed clear back when he’d been brought back but now it felt twisted in her head. She was happy the Sentinel program had been stopped and she was happy he wasn’t dead. But why did it have to be him?

“Because you’re better than that. You’re better than making deals with demon lords and fucking Magneto. And if you aren’t, why am I even trying?”

"This isn't a fair world. Sometimes the only decision we have is a bad decision." Kane said, the strange intensity suddenly backing off a bit. "And believe me, I've paid for my decision to not die. You can't imagine what it is like to send people you loathe out and teach them how to hurt friends. People you trained. Some of them since they were almost children. To crack one of their skulls open because you've worked with him so long you know just how badly you can hurt him before he can't recover. You're right. My hands are dripping with blood."

He paused. "And my reward? For all of those impossible choices? The woman I love is gone. The trust I've earned over the years likewise. I've been living under the threat of death in return for the slightest mistake for months; abuse, rape, humiliation. Literally, every inch of my skin burned away with hellfire while I was awake to experience every second of it. But the Sentinel program is dead for now. The Hell Lord is locked away for a thousand years. The Brotherhood got kicked in the teeth and more importantly, they didn't get a chance to hit us when I wasn't in the position to make them guarantee they wouldn't kill one of our own. Most importantly, I made my decision to make sure in the midst of a moment that three teammates got out safely, even if it meant my life in return. Maybe I went too far. And maybe I can never make it right. But I know that the end result is a lot of innocent people aren't going to have to face the worst this world can throw at them. And if I'm the one who has to pay the price for that, then that's what I'll do."

Maya’s face was wet, but she couldn’t have told you when she started crying just that the litany of what he’d gone through had finally pierced through the red haze of rage that had been riding her for days. She gave him a look filled with sorrow, and regret. She’d done it again, just like with Amanda. She’d taken out the anger that would have been focused inward on her own feelings of helplessness and shame on someone who least deserved it. She’d done exactly what Topaz and Amanda had asked her not to.

“I’m an asshole, I’m so sorry.” she simply said.

"You and me both, kid.." He reached out and traced his thumb down her scars. "I am sorry. If I could have spared you this, I would have. But I knew you were strong enough to handle it. I don't know if that matters, but I believed."

“It does. What you said, what you say always matters to me.” Maya admitted, smiling wryly, not worried at the touch. “I hurt someone. When we were on the mission. I’ve been working with Kyle, Matt, and Natasha to give me better options. I’d like your help too if you don’t want to give up on me completely after how I just acted. When you feel up to it, anyway.”

"I will. And I read the reports. You handed Thornn her ass. And she's a giant piece of garbage." He smiled. "Good job."

#moment of awesome #echo #dominion #plot #plots #xprpg #xproject #phase 2

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Affection

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Spencer and Y/N decidedly hate each other. But when a near-death experience puts one of them in a coma, their mutual hatred might have to take a backseat— Or will it? Category: Angst / Happy Ending! + Humor and a lil bit of Fluff Content: Strong language, Reader is in a coma, mentions of injury, kissing Word Count: 2.6k

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NOTE: This one’s for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) September Writing Challenge, Enemies To Lovers! I have another one coming up as well, but this idea wouldn’t get out of my head ever since I watched The Abyss with my dad and I had to get it out 😅 I hope you like it!!

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I swear to fucking God, if this motherfucker really thinks he—

That was the last thing Y/N thought before she was knocked out cold.

With her line of work, it was natural to assume that she was thinking about the unsub, but unfortunately the criminal she and her team were tracking down was the farthest thing on her mind. Spencer would have chastised her for it— letting something else cloud her thoughts while she was in a dark alley, alone, and with a serial killer on the loose.

"You should be smarter than that!" she could hear him say in that high pitch he always carried when he was upset— especially with her. "If you don't get yourself killed one of these days, then it'll be the rest of us!"

Thinking about it made her blood boil.

"It's your fault," she wanted to tell him. "I had to blow off some steam because you were pissing me off!"

The only thing was... She couldn't tell him.

Well... She could.

He just couldn't hear her, because no one could.

It was like some stupid, cliché movie, where you found yourself standing over your dying body and having to choose whether to live or not. It seemed like the obvious choice, to fucking live, but... Y/N found herself wandering around her hospital room, yelling into the void and attempting to jump back into her own body.

Nothing was working.

And when Spencer showed up, his face red and his hair and clothes all messed up, she wanted to scream at him.

"Hey!"

Nothing. He was practically lifeless as he drifted to the chair next to her bed and sat down. It was nearly impossible to read from his expression and body language how he was feeling, and that alone was enough to make her angry again. (Not that the anger had really gone away since waking up next to her comatose body, of course.)

"Hey! Dumbass!"

Still nothing.

As Spencer just blankly stared down at Y/N's bed, she decided she'd had enough.

"SPENCER FUCKING REID, IF YOU DON'T HELP ME RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL HAUNT YOUR ASS UNTIL THE END OF ETERNITY, AND I'M GONNA LAY FAT, STINKIN' GHOST SHITS IN YOUR SHOES, DO YOU HEAR ME? AND—"

"I hate you."

It was a bold enough statement to stop Y/N in her tracks, no matter how quietly he'd mumbled it. She knew for sure that he didn't like her, after years of constant bickering and dirty glares and whatever else, but... The word 'hate' was like a knife that sliced through her joking rage and stopped the whole world around her.

If she wasn't already out of her own body, she just knew she would have felt her soul leave.

Spencer didn't hate anyone. Not that she was aware of, anyway. He found nearly everyone delightful, and vice versa... But for some reason, he hated Y/N.

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Yeah, well... Feeling's mutual, I guess..."

"You're stupid, and reckless, and you don't think. And you're a goddamn nightmare to work with... You know what— You're a stone-cold bitch."

His words made her physically step backwards, and it felt like if she were a cartoon, there might have been steam coming out of her ears.

"Yeah, well jokes on you, you make it easy," she seethed. "Fuck you!"

"How... How dare you..." he continued, anger reddening his face.

Y/N watched as he balled his fists and leaned in a little closer to her body, his voice tight and strained. "How dare you walk into my life and boss me around and make it impossible to breathe... From the moment I met you, you've brought out this... this fire in me that I can't put out no matter how hard I try, and it's insufferable—You're insufferable, and I hate you, how dare—"

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off by a shortness of breath. Spencer breathed in, loud and choked, and the next breath he let out was nothing short of a sob. His eyes squeezed shut, tears rolling down them and his hands clutched the bedsheets with a vigor and rage that Y/N had never seen from him, even in all the years she'd spent visibly getting on his last nerves.

"N—No," she choked out, feeling her throat tighten. "Don't... Don't turn into a sappy mess on me now, do you hear me, Reid? You hate me, don't... Don't..."

"I don't hate you," he whispered, wiping his eyes and reaching out to grab her lifeless hand. "I hate that you make me feel this way, but... I could never hate you..."

She wanted nothing more than to be able to squeeze his hand back, to tell him, not even necessarily with words but with a simple gesture, that she was right there and wasn't going to go anywhere.

She just... had to figure out how to make that true.

Still, Spencer kept going, a small laugh bubbling up through tears and phlegm. "But I will hate you if you die, because I just know you're gonna come back and haunt me for eternity... Probably... shit in my shoes or something."

Y/N barked a laugh that was true and pure... Happy, even.

The genius may have acted like he hated her, but it turns out he knew her pretty well, perhaps even fondly in one way or another.

To think— All those years she spent seeing him sneer at her, feeling his glare burn into her soul, the amount of times she caught him making faces or inappropriate gestures behind her back, all of it... And the whole time, he was probably doing it with a little flicker of fondness deep within the confines of his heart, which he swore to fill with nothing but hatred for her.

The thought made the little flicker in her own heart burn brighter.

As she wandered closer to her bed, beside Spencer and in front of her own body, she reached her hand out to see if she could touch his face, to give him something...

Even though she had no luck, something shifted when he spoke.

"Just... Come back to me, please? I know I'm not good at apologizing, but if it means I get you back... I swear that I will make up every horrible thing I've ever done or said to you. Just... Please don't leave me."

He laid his head down in his hands and tried not to cry again, every said horrible thing replaying on a loop in his brain like some kind of taunt. He wished more than anything for a chance to make it up to Y/N, and now he might not ever be able to.

"You think I'd leave this mortal earth without getting the chance to kick your ass?"

Everything was so fuzzy and light and brimming with these high emotions that Y/N almost didn't realize she was saying these words and Spencer was hearing them. She almost didn't feel the warmth of her bloodstream beneath layers of skin, the beat of her heart slowly coming back to life at the sounds and smells of the hospital room.

She almost didn't realize that Spencer was grabbing her now, his warm hands covering her cold ones and bringing them back to life as well.

"Screw you," he breathed with absolutely no malice to be detected in his voice.

They shared a smile so bright, no one would have been able to guess that they never got along.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Not only was she stuck at home doing nothing while on suspension (Yes, it turns out that storming off into an alley and not paying attention while on the job, just because a co-worker pissed you off, can get you suspended by Chief Strauss), but Y/N was also being visited by a daily rotation of her co-workers and friends and family, and her house was nearly covered in flower bouquets and baked goods.

It was a nightmare.

The sentiment was nice, sure, but if she had to move one more vase, she was going to start throwing them.

God, maybe Spencer was right, I am a stone-cold bitch...

Thinking of him also put a little damper on her mood.

He hadn't been to visit her once... And she figured that after their nice little moment at the hospital, he'd at least stop by with flowers or an "I'm glad you're not dead!" call, but there was nothing on his end. Not even a text message or a letter.

But for all she knew, their small moment of kindness could have been a figment of her concussed imagination.

Please, she thought, if I brought it up to him he'd probably just laugh in my face.

Rather than a laugh, Y/N heard the bright sound of her doorbell, which normally would have meant a fun unexpected visit or a date she was getting ready for, but by now it only meant another vase of flowers or a pie from a neighbor she still didn't remember the last name to.

Either way, she answered the door with as polite a smile as she could muster, and instead of finding a vaguely familiar neighbor or acquaintance, she found Spencer.

Though, to be fair, he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Well, this is a surprise," Y/N drawled, crossing her arms. "I don't even think you've ever been to my house."

She was surprised to see him nervous around her, rather than irritated. And she would have found it endearing had they not been practically mortal enemies from the moment they met... She was suspicious.

"O—Oh, yeah... I know, I just thought... I wanted to come see how you were doing... These are for you."

He held out the flowers, which were truthfully the pretties set she'd received, and it irked her. Because of course he of all people would be the one to tell which kinds of flowers she'd prefer.

"Thanks," she said, taking them from him and allowing him the space to come inside. "Watch out, it's a maze in here..."

While she looked for somewhere to put the flowers on display, she could feel Spencer looking around her space, probably profiling what he could behind a sea of flowers.

"Hm."

Y/N sighed. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just... I'm surprised this many people actually like you."

Despite the nature of his observation, she found it comforting. That level of playful contempt was what she was used to, and it brought a sparkle to her eye as she turned to face him. "Ha... I'm not a complete bitch, you know."

"Sure."

Between the growing grin on his face and the smirk forming on her own, Spencer and Y/N found themselves falling back into a familiar rhythm. And yet, something about it was still... different.

So much so that Y/N felt honest-to-God butterflies in her stomach when he approached, hands retreating from his pockets and head tilting off to the side. His expression held that look he got when he was trying to figure someone out, usually an unsub. She hated to admit it to herself, but a little part of her always found that side of him extremely attractive.

And now that it was right in front of her?

She didn't know what to make of it.

"What?" she snapped, looking for an excuse to hide any and all attraction she was feeling.

Spencer stepped back a little, breaking away from whatever trance he'd just been in. "God, why do you always have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"You push away every single show of affection! Any time I'm trying to be nice, you just act like it's some big inconvenience to you!"

Y/N laughed. "Ha! That's what that was? Just now? When you insulted me, and then started stalking towards me with that look you get when you're interrogating an unsub? That's what you call affection?"

"That's not... That's not what that was!"

"Oh really? Then what was it?"

"It was part of the routine! Banter! Y—You know, that's our thing! We insult each other, and we act like we hate each other but we... We don't, really..."

The longer he went on, the faster her heart raced. This was the moment in the movie where he inevitably blurted out that he loved her, and in turn she would either kiss him or slap him, or slap him and then kiss him...

But Y/N was still feeling rather playful despite the swarm of butterflies in her stomach begging for some relief.

"Oh?" she prompted, taking a slow step closer to him. "We don't?"

Spencer seemed to get red immediately, and he avoided her eyes. "U—Uh... Well I... I thought... Maybe I read it all wrong, a—and I'm sorry if I did..."

She'd been getting closer meanwhile, and now they were practically toe-to-toe. He did his best to ignore her, taking a few steps back until she cornered him against the front door. And with the way he wasn't doing anything to get out of his predicament, she took that as his acceptance and took another leap.

"What..." she cooed, crawling her fingers up the front of his chest like a spider. "You like me? Hmm?"

When he finally looked down at her, she allowed herself to smile, albeit slowly and with calculation.

In a flash Spencer went from nervous to fed-up, weight seeming to visibly lift from his chest as he sank against the door. "You're messing with me..."

"It's so fun."

"You know what, screw you."

"Is that a promise?"

"Maybe it is. What are you gonna do ab—"

She didn't let him finish.

In an instant, Y/N lunged forward and pulled him down for a kiss.

Even though she thought he might have tried to take control of the situation, he ended up surprising her with a wanton moan as his hands clutched at her sides, holding on for dear life. Their bodies and tongues collided in a mess of years worth of pent-up tension, chaotic and wild and fiercely beautiful in a way that put even the greatest first kisses to shame.

And of course, Spencer had to go and ruin it.

He pushed her away and looked almost panicked. "W—Wait, are you even cleared to do this?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, reaching out for him again. "I'm fine."

"Y/N, you were in the hospital! I thought... I thought you were..."

She appreciated the sentiment, but with her entire body on fire from his touch, she decided she needed more of it. "Yeah, but I'm not... I'm very much alive, and you know what?"

He blinked back at her, watching carefully as she leaned in close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It's because of you. You make me feel... more alive than I've ever been."

"And... You're not messing with me this time?"

With a laugh, Y/N shook her head and leaned up to brush her nose with his. "Nuh-uh... But if you'd like to, I'd love to mess with you in a more fun way. And maybe I'll even let you do it back..."

Spencer hummed, feeling himself gravitate towards her more with every passing second. "Deal."

He barely got the word out all the way before she was dragging him through the maze of flora and contained food and into her bedroom, where piece by piece, their hatred and fondness for one another combined to create the most exquisite of nights.

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Okay but what about Orc!bucky and Goddess!reader ..😳🤭 Shes an Aphrodite, I can imagine her looking down and seeing orc!bucky and just craving him. They be a great power couple ...

Hi hun! I'm sorry it took me so much time to write this fic, and, well, since most of us already have some depiction of Aphrodite in mind, I decided to make the reader her daughter. Guess the story turned out something very different from what you wanted, but I still hope you will enjoy it!

Somebody to Die For

Pairing: orc!Bucky x goddess!Reader

Warnings: violence, injuries, angst, hurt/comfort.

Words: 2385.

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"I will fight for you till they cut off my arms, my legs, and my head."

You looked at the warrior in front of you, his heavy body clad in armor, his arms holding a spear and a shield you brought to him yourself, earning a slap from your mother, the goddess of beauty who forbid you to help humans so shamelessly, and yet, you always did.

The man standing in front of you was neither orc nor human but the descendant of the both of them, the only hero who could possibly defeat the evil forces when every other man had failed. He's rough; he's rude; he knew little of honor, but he's the one who still fought when the ones before him had long given up. Despite the prejudice against orcs, now even humans understood he was their only salvation.

You hoped he would survive the last battle. Not just because you needed the human kind to have a savior, a leader, the one who would aid them when nobody else would, but because you had grown found of him, the man you had been guiding for years, helping him to protect those who detested him, bringing him hope when he was ready to give up, embracing him when he no longer had the power to hold his spear. A daughter of the goddess of beauty, you were to bring this beauty to the parts of the world where your tired mother could not, but you brought hope instead.

"Fight for me, and if you win, I will fulfill your wish, soldier." You whispered through your golden mask that covered your face entirely, only your eyes visible to the orc standing on his knees.

Your mother never approved of it, but you had seen people going mad from having just one glance at you, your immense beauty blinding them, driving them insane, making them forgot who they were. It was a curse, not a blessing. It was the reason you wore your mask at all times, only showing your face to those your deemed worthy, strong enough to withstand the charms you had no control over.

You knew your hero wanted to see your face more than anything else in the world.

"I will bring you the demon's head on a golden plate, my goddess."

You'd chuckle at his attempt to please you, but you were scared, you feared he would fail, fall, die in the hands of evil forces feasting upon human kind and threatening to destroy all the gods had created. You could not fight along him, possessing no skills to win that battle; moreover, your mother would most certainly kill you if you intervened, breaking the oath you had given to her. You could only help the hero you had chosen while staying in the shadow.

"Stay alive, Bucky." Those were your last words when you pressed the cold lips of your mask to the orc's forehead, giving him your blessing and hiding the tears behind the cold metal.

If only you could fight, but your hands grew cold every time you touched the hero's spear, unable to wield a sword or a mace. The war was not your domain, all the gods kept telling you when you plead them to gift you enough strength and courage to engage in battle. No, your fate was to shine like a golden statue, blinding all those who dared to look at you, bending them to your will like you mother had always done. They couldn't understand your ardent desire to watch over the humankind and all those who needed your help, spending your time healing soldiers, aiding orphans and the elderly, bringing food and water to all those in need. The gods cared little for mortals. Even when the Great Evil appeared out of nowhere, wreaking havoc on the lands belonging to people constantly praying for gods mercy, the immortals were too busy with their own affairs, realizing how serious the matter was when it had been too late.

When the orc you clad in charmed armor stood in front of the army of the undead, the diabolical creatures with horns and gaunt wings growling behind them, ready to strike, you prayed for him to come out of the battle alive. It was his fate to be the last hero standing between the chaos and all what was dear to the living, yet he bore no responsibility for it - he didn't ask to be the hero, to fight when his spear was long broken, go forward while the undead broke his bones and demons feasted upon his flesh, ripping pieces of meat before the orc could crush their heads with his mere hands. You kept casting spells to aid him, knowing your mother would whip you, but you didn't care, healing your hero's wounds so he could fight until he would cut off the head of the Demon King with his own sword.

Your hero was laying on top of demon's dead body, still holding the head even while unconscious as you sneaked into the field full of corpses, bodies of demons and bones of the undead rotting under the blazing sun. Your hero was dying from his wounds, bleeding so much his skin was loosing its color, and now it was your time to bring him back to the living before it was too late.

Oh, you knew your mother could kill you for stealing the salve meant only for gods to heal their wounds, but you no longer cared. What did it matter if the one who saved you all was to pay with his life for everything he had done to protect the living? No, it was unfair. The orc stood to gain nothing from his heroic deeds, gods being too arrogant to acknowledge him properly, but he had the right to keep his life.

And so you carried his heavy body to the springs, washing his wounds, applying the salve generously and casting as much healing spells as you did in your entire life to keep him alive, praying and hoping the gods would take mercy on him. Yes, he was three quarters an orc; he was barbaric, savage, ferocious, but he had kindness in his heart like no other, agreeing to fight for humans who had always utterly despised him. Despite being a brute, he was kind to children, women and elderly people. He had never lay his hand on those weaker than him, except when they attacked him on their own. In the end, he was the only hero who answered your call when all those you had asked for help died on the battlefield, unable to fight the demons and their army of corpses.

It had been three days and three nights you spent tending to his wounds until his heart started beating like of a living being. You cried your eyes out when you heard it. The salve had finally worked, and the open wounds closed, leaving his body scarred but healed; his breath steadied, and soon your hero would come back to you, you knew. Gods had answered your prayers for the first time.

"Am I dead?" Bucky asked you when he opened his eyes on the fourth day as he saw you tired face, your mask long abandoned the moment you brought him to the springs.

You smiled at him and held him close, his head laying on your lap while you witnessed his awakening, his body covered in salve, making his skin shine like pure gold.

"You are alive and well." leaning to him, you left a kiss on his forehead, brushing his dark disheveled hair out of his face, and the orc made an odd sound as if he were purring like a giant cat. "You will live a long life, cherished and honored by those you protected, I promise you."

"Will you keep that one promise you gave me, my goddess?"

He's impatient, he had always been, and you laughed at his eagerness, knowing his body still hurt, but the orc didn't seem to mind it. Was he unhappy with seeing your face? You didn't think so, and yet, apparently, he wanted something else. Gold? Women? Immortality? The last one would be quite hard, that is if gods wouldn't struck you with a lightning or something just to teach you a lesson to be more pliant and respectful.

"What it is that you want, my warrior? I will do whatever you ask me to if it is within my powers, just like I promised."

"It's within your powers, I'm sure." He grumbled, making you laugh even harder at his unusual grumpiness, touching the tips of his tusks, and the orc laughed at you, too.

"What is it, then? Don't keep me waiting, mortal, for even I grew tired of tending to you over four days." Winking at him in the most frivolous manner just like your mother had taught you, you giggled then, and the hero's face lightened up.

"This is not how I imagined it to be, but who cares, anyway." he muttered to himself and sat up, turning to you and hurriedly searching the pockets of his torn pants, obviously empty after his long, intense battle. "Shit! I've brought you golden rings and necklaces and bracelets, but those flying bitches made holes in my clothes. I should have hidden my gifts under some rock before the battle."

"Oh, you should have!"

He's impossible, you thought as you both snickered, his huge, calloused hands touching gentle yours. He brought you gold? What for?

"Well, whatever, I'll find more for you later if you don't mind, goddess. Will you give me the honor of becoming my wife even if I didn't bring you the gifts?" The orc tilted his head to the side, looking at you as if it were just a mere matter of something minor, unimportant, but soon, as he watched you openly gape at him for his audacity, he quickly bowed his head, kneeling in front of you.

You were speechless. For once, you had never for once suspected of the hero having these feelings for you. Surely, he prayed to you, he respected you as a mortal should respect their deity, he was intrigued by your true appearance you had concealed from him, but his spoke of marriage seemed preposterous. Was it your face again, your mother's charms? No, no, it couldn’t have been it for the hero intended to bring you gifts, wedding gifts, that is. He had come prepared.

Unbelievable. Did his feelings grow while he didn't even know how you looked?

"Forgive me my insolence, goddess." he mumbled, realizing his offer could be a grave offense to you, a being standing way higher than him. "But I can serve you till the end of my days, do whatever you tell me to. If I have survived the last battle and brought people salvation they wanted, I must be good enough, right?"

"Will you serve me even if I am not your wife?" You asked him quietly, looking at your hands covered in the balm you stole from the gods just to heal his wounds, knowing you were attracted to him despite your feelings never being voiced.

For a couple of seconds the orc grew silent, watching the carpet you put him on to tend to his wounds: it had been soaked in his blood that now dried out.

"I will serve you even then." He uttered grimly, refusing to look you in the eyes, his gaze on your hands as he kept sitting in front of you.

Afraid to speak, you fell silent too, wishing to touch him, brush your hand against his disheveled hair. Oh, didn't you want him? Didn't you wish to be embraced by the very hero you spent years guiding and healing so he would continue his journey? Didn't you deserve to be loved, the daughter of the goddess of that very same love you'd been craving for so long?

But your hero was a mortal. You were frightened to even think what gods would do to him for his impertinence.

Oh, evil gods. You spent years to teach and guide the mortal hero they despised who brought the salvation to the lands they were so afraid to lose, and yet neither him nor you were given anything in return. Instead, they were granting you a torture of refusing advances of the only one dear to you.

Please, darling.

Your mother's irritated voice cut through the silence like a knife, and you froze, knowing she was rolling her eyes at you, watching you secretly like she often did.

You have a heart of stone if you reject the man who is standing on his knees in front of you. I grant you my permission if you so need it.

As her mighty voice rang in the complete silence of a cave, Bucky shivered, immediately getting on his feet. Of course, he knew nothing of your mother except that she was a goddess, and he had never heard her voice. It didn't matter to you, though, as you stared at him, dumbfounded.

Permission. She granted you her permission to marry him. You were free to act as you like, knowing the gods wouldn't bring their wrath upon your hero.

"I will have you if you promise to love and cherish me like no other, protect me, and be loyal to me until your last breath." You whispered, your eyes full of tears as you watched him from below while he towered above you, and the next second he was on his knees again, taking your arms in his and kissing your tears away.

"Even if my face will be disfigured, my tongue cut off, and my body dismembered, I will love you till my last breath." his voice was so quiet, yet you heard him as if he were screaming at the top of his voice. "I promise to worship you and come to you aid whenever you need me."

Hurriedly ripping a piece of his ragged, soaked in blood clothes, he wrapped it around your finger like it was a ring he had lost.

"My soul, my heart, and my sword - everything I possess I give to you."

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