#final word count is 1674

[ask-a-goldsmith]

In writing my last few posts, I have realized that there is quite a lot of basic(to me) knowledge required to understand most of this stuff. I've done my best to explain as I go, but I think this deserves its own post. So, here we go!

Junior Gemology 101

This post is mostly about diamonds! I am well aware it's called Junior Gemology, but 90% of what I deal with on a day-to-day basis is diamonds. Also, a lot of this applies to coloured stones too, so no need to repeat myself.

What is a diamond, actually?

Diamonds are carbon! That's all there is! Except for inclusions. And coloured diamonds. Those have little bits of other materials in them. And are also a topic for later. I digress. Like always.

Specifically, diamonds are carbon atoms bonded together covalently in a tetrahedral shape. Confusing enough yet? This means that each carbon atom is bonded to 4 other carbon atoms. It's ok if you don't get it, I spent about 3 hours trying to understand diamond structure before things started to make sense. This website has a 3D model of the tetrahedral structure seen in diamonds and is what I used to finally wrap my head around it. The important part is: diamonds are made of carbon atoms connected in a pattern. If the pattern was different, It wouldn't be a diamond! If the carbon was bonded in hexagonal rings, it would be graphite! Same atoms, veeeerrrryyy different result.

What makes diamonds so darn special?

I've told you what a diamond is - so why do people care about this very specific pattern of carbon? The answer is(mostly) that humanity LOVES shiny things, and diamonds are great at being shiny. Why have diamonds become THE shiny thing to have? A combination of some REALLY successful marketing campaigns and some of diamond's unique characteristics. These characteristics include things such as their hardness, brilliance, and fire. I went deeper into these characteristics and what they mean in terms of telling diamonds from other stones in this post, but I'll give you a quick run-down here.

Diamonds are very(and famously) hard. They're a 10 on the Mohs scale, and almost nothing is harder than them. This doesn't mean diamonds are impervious to damage - while they are very hard, diamonds can also be brittle, and a hard smack in the wrong place can chip, crack, or even shatter a diamond. Trust me, I know. I've broken a few by accident.

Brilliance and fire are what give diamonds their characteristic bling. Though they are classified as different things - brilliance being the bright white reflections of light and fire being the rainbow reflections - they're both caused by diamond's Refractive Index. Refractive index(RI) is the measurement of the speed at which light travels through different materials - for our purposes though, think of it as how much a ray of light bends when it moves from one material to another. Diamonds have an RI of 2.42, which causes high brilliance and a medium amount of fire. RI isn't super important for most people to know - it really only comes into the conversation when comparing diamonds to simulant materials.

What are the 4 Cs?

The 4 Cs are the meat and potatoes of diamond basics - Carat weight, Colour, Clarity, and Cut. These four terms are used to describe diamonds worldwide, each describing a different part of a diamond's look.

Carat weight is the weight of a diamond. Pretty self-explanatory. What's not clear is what a carat actually is - no, not a carrot. A carat. A carat is 0.2 grams. Therefore, a 5 carat diamond(good lord) would weigh 1 gram. With me? Why do we weigh diamonds in carats instead of grams like sane people? Because way back yonder, carob seeds were used as a counterweight to weigh diamonds, and language did what language does.

Image from loosegrowndiamond.com

Colour refers to - you guessed it - the colour of the diamond. There are two basic systems that GIA(The Gemological Institute Of America, and the accepted authority of these things in North America) use; the normal colour range and the coloured or fancy diamond range. The normal colour range is used for stones that are colourless, light yellow, or light brown. These are the most common colours of diamond, thus the "normal" colour range. These stones are graded alphabetically D-Z, with D being colourless and Z being quite noticeably yellow or brown. Normal range colour grades are sorted into 5 groups based on the general amount of colour; colourless(DEF), nearly colourless(GHIJ), Faint(KLM), Very Light(N-R), and light(S-Z).

Image from GIA article 4Cs Color

Stones that fall outside this range (stones that are too yellow or brown for the scale or show any colour other than yellow and brown) are graded using the fancy colour grades. Fancy colour grades are an entire thing, but generally pretty self-explanatory. The grade will include 1 or two colours(the more dominant of which goes last) and an intensity descriptor such as light, intense, fancy deep, etc. For example, a stone may be graded as a fancy greyish blue - this means that the stone has a middling amount of colour and is blue with a hint of grey. Easy peasy.

Clarity is how many inclusions are in a stone. Well, technically it's more complicated than that, accounting for placement and contrast and type of inclusion etc etc etc. Really, clarity is how many inclusions you see in a stone. Inclusions are things in the diamond that are not diamond, such as included crystals, or imperfections in the diamond itself, such as cracks(called feathers) or chips.

Clarity grades are, frankly, confusing as fuck. There are 11 grades, broken down into 6 grade groups. From highest to lowest, they are; Flawless, Internally Flawless, Very Very Slightly Included(VVS), Very Slightly Included(VS), Slightly Included(SI), and Included(I). VVS, VS, and SI are each broken into 2 grades - 1 and 2. I is broken down into 3 grades - 1, 2, and 3. The lower the number within a grade, the better the grade - a VS1 stone would be less visibly included than a VS2. You know what'll help? Visuals!!

Images from GIA D&DG Chapter 11. Credit to John Koivula/GIA

The diamond on the left is graded as a VVS2 - the red arrow points to the inclusion that gave it this grade. The diamond on the right is graded as an I2. No red arrows are required - this stone has many highly visible inclusions. If you want a little more info (and examples) of clarity grades, GIA has a lovely little tool that explains it quite well.

Cut refers to the shape of a diamond - specifically, the combination of shape(face-up outline) and cutting style(the arrangement of the facets). A classic round brilliant is what most people think of when they think of a diamond, but there are dozens of different cuts. When talking about cut grade, cut refers to how well executed the cut is. Are the proportions ideal? Is everything symmetrical? Is the polish well done? These determine the cut grade of the stone. Cut grades are as follows, best to worst; Excellent, Very Good, Good, Fair, and Poor.

What are the parts of a cut diamond?

Specifically, the parts of a round brilliant diamond. Round brilliant is the name of the most common cut of diamond. Think of a diamond. Is it round? That's almost definitely a round brilliant. Think I've said round brilliant enough? Round brilliant. Whew. Done with that now. This is best explained with diagrams.

The parts we're most interested in are the table, crown, girdle, and pavilion. The way those 3 parts are shaped and proportioned has a huge effect on the looks and value of a diamond.

Knowledge Check

Let's say you're looking at a 1.01 carat round brilliant diamond - it has a colour grade of F, a clarity grade of SI1, and an excellent cut grade. So, what does this mean to you?

Round brilliant is the cut of the diamond. It has a round outline and a brilliant cutting style. 1.01ct is a fairly large diamond - this one in particular is 6.42 mm in diameter (that's a quarter inch!). This stone is colourless - F is the lowest colour grade in the colourless range, but it is still classified as colourless. The diamond will either have one large or several small inclusions that are easy to see under 10x magnification, but hard or impossible to see while looking through the table of a stone with the naked eye(they may be visible through the pavilion with the naked eye). The diamond will be very well cut - the best cut grade possible, in fact! There will be no visible variation in the girdle outline, and all the facets will be well-placed and symmetrical.

It's up to you to decide if this stone matches your criteria - is SI1 a good enough cut grade for you? Is 1.01ct the right size? How "good" a stone is depends on what you want - there will always be bigger, clearer, more colourless diamonds on the market. What makes a stone "good" is if it's the right fit for you. Another stone may be better quality, but if it's out of your price range, then it's not a good stone for you.

In Conclusion

So, you made it this far! Congrats! Hopefully, I haven't bored you too much. We've really just scratched the surface - this was enough information to give you a good idea of what's going on and allow you to navigate the mysticisms of those strange numbers and letters you see associated with diamonds. All information was taken from the GIA Diamond Essentials 130 and Diamonds and Diamond Grading 230 courses and my 6ish years in the jewelry industry. If you have questions about specific pieces of information or want more resources, send me an ask! I will be delighted to answer.

#WOW this on is an absolute beast #final word count is 1674 #fun fact this is how i'm studying for my gemology final #long post #goldsmith answers

[aquagirl1978]

a story in which mc goes to the past and meets the child chevalier and the boy ends up having his heart stolen by belle

Anon, this fic has lived rent-free in my head for entirely too long. I hope you're still around to see this finally posted 😊

It Was You - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of the Different Universe, Same Love Content Creation Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: free day (i'm not exactly sure what kind of au this falls into - time traveling? soul mates? something?)

Tags: fluff

Word Count: 1674 (so long i included a word count)

The skies were gray and the line was long as you stood and waited your turn, white rose in hand as  soft sobs and muffled whispers filled the air. Raindrops gently fell from the clouds, as if heaven, too, was mourning the loss of Rhodolite’s queen.

Two young boys stood in the distance, away from the crowds. And despite their distance, they somehow caught your eye. Your heart ached as you caught the sad expression on one of the boy’s faces; he must have been close to the queen and is grieving.

You tugged on the long sleeve of Mr. Akatsuki’s dark kimono, your wide eyes pleading. “Is it okay if I go see those boys over there? I’d like to offer my condolences.” Mr. Akatsuki turned and looked at the boys, noticing their elegant attire.

“Don’t stay long,” he replied.

“I won’t.” You turned to face the boys, the distance between you closer than you had initially thought.

As you approached the pair, their voices grew louder. 

“...from the books I’ve read. I thought I would feel something, even just a little bit, but –”

Your heart lurched; you were right, they were close with the queen.

The voices grew quieter and you couldn’t hear anything for a moment, but then you heard the same emotionless voice again.

“I realized this awhile ago, but somehow, I can only see things from a bird’s-eye point of view.”

Your heart ached hearing the young boy speak; he couldn’t be more than 10 years old. Such a young age to lose his mother. 

He must be hurting so much.

The boys, engrossed in their conversation, didn't even notice you approaching them.

“Hello?” you called out.

The two turned and looked at you. The boy with purple hair looked stunned, as if he had just heard a horrifying secret. 

The other boy, the one you had heard speaking earlier just stared at you silently, his ice blue eyes cold and emotionless.

“I’m sorry for interrupting, but I just wanted to offer my condolences…”

“It’s not necessary,” the boy with blonde hair replied, coldly dismissing you.

“Chev, please,” the other boy spoke up. “This young lady came all the way over here to offer you her sympathy. Don’t you think, as the queen’s son, you could just accept it and say thank you?”

Chev, as the boy with purple hair called him, narrowed his eyes, and looked as if he was refraining from scowling. 

“I have no need for her sympathy, Clavis. You should know that better than anyone.”

Clavis approached you, a smile plastered on his face, clearly covering his grief. “You’ll have to excuse Chev. He’s so overcome with sadness that he’s forgotten his manners.” He took your small hands in his. “Allow me to accept your sympathies, on behalf of the royal family. Thank you.”

Having done what you came for, there was no reason for you to stay and intrude on them no matter what your heart was telling you. Lifting your skirt, you curtseyed and said your goodbyes to the pair.

But as soon as you took one step away, you turned around and walked right up to Chev and wrapped your arms around him.

“What are you –?” he asked, his arms awkwardly pinned to his sides by your embrace. 

“You looked like you needed a hug. Everyone deserves to love and be loved. And you lost one who loved you.” Your eyes met his, his blue eyes wide and wild like those of a caged animal. “So I’m giving you a hug today.”

You remained in the embrace until he calmed down, his body relaxed somewhat and his blue eyes returned to their cold, emotionless state. After letting go, you took a step back, your gaze holding his.

“Prince Chev, I’m really sorry about your mother,” you whispered before turning around and walking away, not giving him the chance to dismiss you again.

Clavis stared at his brother, your figure growing smaller in the distance. He watched Chev watch you walk away, and thought he detected what could be considered a ghost of a smile gracing Chev’s lips.

*****

The bookstore had been empty all afternoon, to which you were grateful as it gave you the time to finish reading. When the bell chimed, announcing the arrival of a customer, you quickly put your book away, readying yourself to work.

The gentleman who entered was tall and lean, pale blonde hair framing a face carved from marble, bright blue eyes intense as he perused the books on the shelves. Dressed casually in a black turtleneck and trousers, you wondered to yourself if he worked at the university as a professor and that was what brought him to the bookstore today. 

As he walked around the store, you got this feeling that you knew this man from somewhere. Probably a past customer, you told yourself.

But you’d remember a man so handsome, wouldn’t you?

“Excuse me, is Mr. Akatsuki in?” he asked, his tone curt.

“No, he’s out this afternoon. Can I help you with something?” 

“Yes, perhaps you can, I had ordered a number of books from him and was told they should be here.” 

“What is your name so that I can look for your order?”

“Chevalier Michel…” His voice trailed off as he looked away, clearly not a fan of social interaction.

Definitely not a professor, you told yourself as you went into the back room where Mr. Akatsuki kept all the orders. It wasn’t hard to find the order – it was a large stack of romance novels. Only romance novels. In many different foreign languages. Impressed, you were stacking the books, double checking the list to make sure everything was there, when it hit you.

Chevalier Michel. The Second Prince of Rhodolite. The late queen’s only son.

Chev. The boy you hugged on that sad day so many years ago.

Despite all the years that had passed, for some reason, your heart remembered him when he walked through that door into the bookstore.

You put the books down, an attempt to catch your breath, somewhat relieved in knowing he would not remember you, so there would be no need for any awkward conversations about that day.

How you had wondered about that little boy you met that cold, gray day. You had heard the stories about Bloodstained Roses Day; you had heard of the prince they called the Brutal Beast. 

But for some reason, the man waiting in the other room did not seem brutal nor beast-like to you. To you, he was a boy who had just lost his mother. 

“Here you go,” you said as you returned with the books, placing the pile before him. “Feel free to check over them and make sure everything is in order.”

Your hands were still on the books when his hand darted out, his fingers encircling your wrist.

“Do you remember me?” he asked, his voice cold and emotionless, much like it was all those years ago.

Your eyes widened in shock. “You remember me? After all these years?” 

“I don’t forget a name or a face. Ever.”

“Oh,” you whispered, swearing you felt his thumb gently caress the inside of your wrist. You closed your eyes, wishing for a moment that he was a professor and not royalty.

“I don’t normally come in to pick the books up myself…”

A chill washed over you as he removed his hand from your wrist, knowing you’d likely never see him again.

“Thank you. For the books.” He gathered the books in his arms, and without as much as a smile, he turned and walked out of the store and your life.

“Royalty and commoners cannot mix,” he muttered to himself, more reminder than commentary, as he closed the door behind him, leaving you for good.

*****

“Do you have any questions?” 

You looked at Sariel, who was waiting for your answer. Your eyes flicked down to the voluminous contract placed before you; your eyes flicked up and found eight sets of eyes on you.

No, that would be incorrect. Seven sets of eyes stared at you, one set looked down at the table, his eyes not meeting yours the entire meeting.

Sariel sighed as he stood up. “If you have no more questions, you have a bit of reading to do now.”

“Belle,” he added, as if to remind you of the role you just accepted. 

You quietly waved goodbye to Sariel and the other princes as they all left the room.

All but one.

He made his way towards the door, as if he was leaving with the others. But he shut the door, his body pressed against it, blocking any entry as he glared at you.

“You.”

A chill ran down your spine as he spit the word out, his body seething with controlled anger.

“I didn’t ask for this task….” you tried to reason.

How were you going to spend 30 days in this castle – his home – with him this angry.

“Of all the people in all the towns of Rhodolite, they had to pick you.”

“You keep appearing in my life. Why?” When his eyes finally met yours, you felt sadness, not anger.

Your heart ached; pushing back your chair, you stood and walked over to Chevalier, placing your palm on his cheek. 

He bristled at your touch causing you to slowly withdraw your hand.

“Don’t,” he whispered. He let out a low sigh before continuing. “No one has ever touched me.”

“Except me…”

“Except you.” 

His hand found yours and he tugged you roughly, pulling you closer to him. You looked up at him, your heart pounding wildly in your chest, his pale blue eyes softening, shards of ice melting. 

“It was you, all these years it was you. It was always you.” His lips crashed against yours in a kiss you had both waited a lifetime for. Deepening the kiss, he wrapped his arms around you in an awkward embrace.

“It will always be you.”

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[catnykit]

𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 #𝟙 𝔸 ℙ𝕆𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕃

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AHJSOWNXOQNIXNQ I CANT BELIVE I'LL FINALLY WRITE ABOUT MY OWN CHARACTERS AAAAAAA

TY ALL MUTUALS AND PEOPLE TO INSPIRE ME TO DO THAT

THIS IS JUST A BLOOD LOSS WHUMP DRAFT,BUT WHO CARES AAAAAAA

pls tell me if you want to be tagged for more stuff like this idk

Word count: 1674

𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠

Warnings

;Suicide/suicide attempt

Blood loss

Torture hints/mentions

✨️Trauma,Of course

Mourning(????? Mild mourning???

Self hatred

Major character death :)

All warnings happen almost randomly,But not immediatly,Like— I gotta first explain and then the fuss happens you know

𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹

The dizzness was starting to became hard to ignore

Damm,It was expected,You cant lock yourself in the bathroom after accidentally torturing an innocent and then go free like nothing

Well,In her defense,Carmen did not knew that liam was innocent

Now she was the monster here,Isnt she? She had good meanings,The suspect's actions were too much to get ignored by the police Even if she was there,All by herself,She could still hearing her friend's cries that night....

She didnt know what happen in the woods until she saw wesley,Her best friend,Cover in a blanket while sitting in the border of an ambulance

They were shaking,All bloody.Carmen couldnt let the things like that!! Since childhood carmen was told she was 'way too impulsive' And why would they care?! She only did what was needed

Blood didnt stop coming as the yells didnt stopped. They wanted her to go out of the bathroom. Now.

Of course,The needed was to kidnap liam and torture them just like he did with wesley....

So one good day,She grab choloform and kidnap him in the middle of the night

How fun!,Guts,Blood,Burns,And a little syringue to make sure they dont pass out

The begs where even more satisfactory considering that,It was probabily how wesley beg in liam's hands,he deserve it!

What was not fun Was the call....

After being done with liam,And without any more ideas She decided to call wesley!,Yay!

Little problem,She did not tell wesley anything about her little plan ....Carmen was sure they would accept no matter what.

Or maybe she fogot it? In all the rage?

Staying awake was hard,Breathing was hard. She deserved it thought. They were always right and this wasnt the exception.

or Atleast thats why she throught

It didnt matter now

God,Wesley was mad.

So,So mad :(

And they had the right to be it! It was the wrong person!! Carmen is the heartless monster In here.....Atleast that was Wes said.....

"B-But I did it for.... you!"

"YOU'RE A MONSTER— I CANT BELIVE SOMEONE CAN BE THIS...TORTUROUS!"

God,And they used to be friends

Dear fucking God,It was truth....

Liam was aslo bleeding out,Atleast kind of

Carmen was so careless that she sewed up the wound with the first Thing she found,It wouldnt last forever

But the diference is that wesley was there for him

Such a backstabbed!,Or was she?

Did it care anyway?

Why was wesley yelling at her to get out?

Why did they wanted her alive?

Wesley was just there,Outside the bathroom,Trying to get who was once his friend out,For their own fucking sake

Liam was still there too,Watching quietly the blood stain the floor under the bathroom's door;All while squirming slighty In pain

The sedatives of the first aid kit did barely anything,Atleast he wasnt crying

Wesley was scared too,Goddamit,They were way too scared of anything that happen

Why the fuck did they told carmen about it? Knowing how she was?

It didnt matter now,They went mad and they know it.

They aslo knew that she was way too sensitive for reasons that they told eachother on countless outings to eat, walks, just being together

The worst part it was how close they were from eachother,And how that somewhat end in this absolute Mess

Now wesley has to cope with Not one,But two persons bleeding out.

Why do they always need to be so rude?

They felt way too guilty too

Guilty about the person in the couch who didnt hurt them,But everyone thought against it because they say "He look similar"

Well,They didnt know it was gonna end like this.

They didnt know how Mad carmen was for someone hurting them

How much Rage in order to find someone to blame

It wasnt till then that they noticed The stain that they relized it. All the restroom was quiet since they kick the door open to the basment And find their best friend torturing an innocent person,Liam They didnt think carmen could do this and yet? It was there Just there And the worst part its that All was Her fault,Thats what she thought. Carmen was alredy blood-stained when she run upstairs trying to hide from wesley,Who didnt stop yelling at her how much of an horrible person she was And in part,It was right,The problem is that She alredy knew that. She alredy knew that So when wesley saw the blood under the door,open the damm bathroom door, He wasnt ready. He had to leave liam just to... Just to see it? How one of the most important persons in his life was laying om a pool of her own blood.

Well,She regret it.

How do you deal with the thought that you're a monster who deserved to be put down?

Its not like somebody would care anyway,Is not like they would care anyway

by this point,The blood lossed was enough to just

Pass out

Wesley was terryfied. Standing there,In the bathroom door....

Liam was still laying on the couch,In pain after Everything that carmen put them throught horryfing torture...

How was they supposed to fix this?

Was it any way to do it,Was it possible?

And now they were crying.Over the dying figure of someone who tried to be a good person And failed.

𓃠 𓃬𓃠

Carmen was...confusing

A year ago,They were the one in an ambulance

And they werent that...bad

wesley remembered how bad it was... They remember a strong hand dragging them to the white van They do remember the pain,They got beat up and starved But that was nothing compared to what carmen did to liam

What was most heartbreaking it was that there was no "villian" to blame

The ones who actually kidnap them were in fact,An entire gang.

They got confused following instructions and end up getting the wrong guy

Wesley

The gang promised them that,If they didnt say a word they would free them and never meet agaim

Wesley accepted

And now they're here

With two people on the ambulance

All because they didnt talk...and because carmen went insane

was it her fault tho?? Wanting revengue for her friend??

Was it wesley's fault? They were too focused on trying to keep liam alive they didnt notice when carmen— ... Carmen was only concern. It was her fault the way she decided to be ruthless about it But she didnt deserve...death. She thought she did tho That was wesley's fault.

Wesley was shocked when carmen,Practically drunk called him to say to him that she kidnap one of the suspect and gut him alive.

And other unspeakable stuff that left Liam way more broken than Wesley. All in one night.

The second worst night!— who would guess it...

Wesley tried to get an first aid kit being on the restroom, trying to atleast help liam

Even so,They did not measure their words....

Carmen felt hurt. Attacked,Even so!

by a Friend. That she thought she could trust... But could she? They instead called her inhuman and disgusting Because? Just for wanting revengue? Camen felt alredy sick when she lock the bathroom door and got left alone with her thoughts... Thoughts that didnt stop ominously chanting what wesley said. Liam was innocent you heartless monster.

Liam was innocent.

Liam was fucking innocent

All this time it was wrong

Because liam. Was. Innocent.

There was no one to blame more than the monster that looked back in the mirror The monster that did all of that to an innocent person The monster that cried while hearing who was supposed to be their friend yell at her for all that she has done Nothing but a fox that deserved to be put down

She was gonna get killed anyway,If she didnt do it,The police would.

So...she did it

Eventually wesley give up and just stay,Trying to keep liam alive

Wesley thought that carmen would just hide in the bathroom

The police would kick the door open and all would be over

Carmen felt backstabbed.

Wesley wouldnt even care,Probabily.

He did.

He did when they understood that it went more far than that....

She was dying. Atleast liam was stable She wasnt. Wheb the ambulance finally arrived to the place,Wesley finally got to open the door snd rushed to her The cuts in the wrist were too deep. Too bad. While he tried to hold on her,To just try to stop the bleeding and made her sit up,To just have a last moment!... She lean in his ear whispered with hatred,Her voice straned because of the blooe loss

:"Hypocrite."

the whisper of the devil. A self-proclaimed demon

Wesley was destroyed

Liam was healing

And carmen died. That very night,Commited suicide

All because wesley went mad. All because they didnt say a word

All because carmen was impulsive,And ruthless

All the pain for revengue,All the death for guilt

All for nothing at all.

𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠

YAYYYYYYYY I FINISH IT

TYSM ALL OF U

@theres-whump-in-that-nebula

@sillywhumpcreature

@whumpy-wyrms

(The ones who anwsered the last post :3)

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Pls tell me if you want a taglist,I think im gonna do more content if you guys like this <3

i gotta admiiit this wasnt what I had in mind buuut...again is just a draft sooo

Yeah

This is literally the First one

If

If this gets 10 notes or something imma start the next

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[halorocks1214]

big ones, small ones, some as big as your head

Fandom: 3rd Life SMP

Pairing: Flower Husbands

AO3 Link in a self-reblog

Word Count: 1674

Scott's love language was of the flora variety.

Prompt: Flowers

The story starts with a poppy.

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At some point, Scott brought Jimmy gardenias.

When they were at first tenuously living together for safety reasons, Scott found himself growing fond of Jimmy’s presence. The man could light up every room he was in, and that was a welcome addition considering what they were going to have to endure for the next long while. It was not surprising to Scott that those feelings of adoration slowly became… a little different.

Jimmy was fishing out at a pond when Scott decided to surprise him with the gift.

“Aw, Scott, you shouldn’t have!” Jimmy said with a grin, taking the flowers happily from his current roommate as he stood up. “Wow, these are in really good condition! You gotta tell me your secrets one day. C’mon, let’s go find a vase for these. I wanna keep them alive as long as possible-”

Scott watched as Jimmy bounded away while talking to himself, most likely to their hut to find a great place to situate the bouquet. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, Scott followed suit. Sometimes he wondered how he ended up so enamored with a goofball.

An adorable goofball, but a goofball nonetheless.

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Jimmy was a little less elegant when he brought a batch of red chrysanthemums back to the house after a hunting excursion.

He was standing in the doorway, his hair ruffled as if he had just run through a giant wind storm. Scott stood frozen, getting ready to leave to go mining before he was scared by the sound of the door slamming open. The two stared at each other with wide eyes, and it was hard to tell who was more flabbergasted compared to the other.

Scott opened his mouth right as Jimmy went, “I got these for you!”

Blinking, Scott quickly came up with something else to say, “Really? I figured you got them for the wild dogs that roam in the forest outside.”

Jimmy only got more flustered.

“I’m kidding, thank you,” Scott soothed his partner. He walked forward to take the chrysanthemums, eyeing them fondly. He began speaking again as he tilted his head upward, “These are really nice-”

Right as he got his neck straight again, he was met with a pair of lips crashing against his.

Ah.

They stayed stuck together for a long time, only splitting off when the sound of an arrow stabbed the wall next to the door. The two jumped apart, Jimmy shoving Scott further inside so he could make his way in as well. With a click, the door was shut, and it was just them.

“Homophobic skeletons,” Scott said, rubbing his arm against his chin. “How rude.”

Jimmy giggled, “Indeed.”

Silence filled the air again, Scott trying to come up with a way to break it, “So, I see my subtle flirting has finally paid off?”

Jimmy made an elongated hum, “I found a book in an abandoned village library that talked about flower symbolism. A page was dedicated to those white ones you gave me recently and, well, I figured you were just the right amount of pedantic to think about that stuff.”

Scott grinned, leaning into Jimmy’s chest, “I’m glad to see it rubbed off on you. These are genuinely nice flowers.”

“Ha, thanks,” Jimmy said, wrapping an arm around Scott’s shoulders. “I hoped that even if you didn’t think about that stuff, the color red was enough to get my feelings across.”

If only they knew how significant the color red was going to become, and how quickly too.

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“Hey Petal!” Jimmy welcomed Scott back with a peck on his lips and a hug. “How did the trade go?”

Scott happily returned the hug, “Really well, surprisingly. I don’t think Grian and Scar want any ill will as long as we uphold an honest relationship with them.”

Jimmy nodded, glad to hear that, “That’s great. With how everyone else is becoming, alliances are gonna be more important than ever.”

Scott didn’t need to be told twice, “They also gave us a little extra. Grian’s growing some basil on the side for fun, and Scar handed me a goldenrod flower for good luck I think? I’m not sure, but they insisted I take them with me.”

Jimmy almost squeed at the sight of the basil, “Oh, that’s so nice of them! I was thinking of making soup tonight, and that basil will be an excellent addition.”

Scott turned to look out the window, the holly flowers growing on the sills stronger than ever, “Definitely.”

---

Their base felt less like a stronghold and more like a garden with extra steps.

Various flowers came and went from within their walls. Whether it was solely because of Scott or because Jimmy attempted to help out, there was never a dull corner without some kind of color. Myrtles, blue hyacinths, yellow tulips, honeysuckles, irises, and many, many more happily bloomed under their careful care.

Even BDubs got involved once, giving the happy couple some dill the one time they crossed paths.

Scott appreciated the sentiment.

And as each flower grew and each petal fell, it felt like something was being accomplished. It felt like not all was hopeless. It felt like, despite what loomed in the distance, that life could continue onward.

For a while, it felt like love.

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One day, a bouquet of rhododendrons was on their doorstep.

To anyone else, this would seem insignificant. With all that happened in this world, a random bunch of plants would not matter. They would be thrown away, never to be considered again. But Scott and Jimmy knew. The blood-red ribbon that tied the individual flowers together was an unnecessary addition to drive home just how big the threat of violence grew.

Jimmy picked them up and held them close to his chest, nervous, “I’m getting tired of this tip-toeing. If they wanna fight then why don’t they just go for it? Do they like toying with us?”

Scott leaned forward to place a kiss against Jimmy’s temple, “I don’t know, but I’m going to consult Monopoly Mountain tonight. I heard they have a plan.”

“Yeah, good idea,” Jimmy finished the conversation, watching blankly as Scott took the bouquet from his arms to throw into the nearby fireplace.

---

A small truce was called so everyone could crawl home and lick their wounds.

And for Scott? So he could bury the one good thing that came from this place.

He stared down at his husband's dead body as it lay peacefully against the desert sand. For a second, Scott wasn’t sure if the arrow was sticking out of Jimmy’s forehead or neck due to his reluctance to look, but when he noticed the crown of tansies he made for Jimmy to wear into battle was still intact, Scott realized the arrow was located in the lower location out of the two options.

He could only hope it brought Jimmy a quick and painless death. It was the least the man deserved after all of this. Under a sturdy tree outside their base would suffice for a grave, Scott assumed.

As the days dredged on, Scott always made sure to stop by Jimmy’s grave at least once in the morning to sit next to it, chatting aimlessly and braiding various leftover flowers he had in the house. He didn’t feel like growing new ones. He would precariously balance the new braid on top of the old one on the headstone, and if the old one was finally shriveled up, then Scott simply shoved it off and replaced it.

During one of his visits, Scott paused right before moving to sit down when he noticed spots of orange around the grave. Squinting, Scott realized flowers appeared all over the area. The flowers were incredibly tiny, looked almost like starfish, and with those details, Scott was able to surmise that it was butterfly weed.

Those took forever to sprout if Scott remembered correctly. He figured he just buried Jimmy with some random plants, not unbloomed flowers.

Maybe it was a sign. Maybe Jimmy was trying to contact him from beyond. Jimmy was the type of person to be dramatic enough to tell him it was okay that way.

Dammit, it was hard to braid when he couldn’t see past the liquid in his eyes.

---

With the burning slash of Ren’s sword against his back, Scott knew it was over for him.

He collapsed against the side of a hill, the pain radiating from his fatal wound enough to block out anything else he might be feeling. He could hear Martyn inform his lord that the work was done and they needed to leave. Scott could take consolation in the fact that the people that were with Jimmy when he died at least cared a little about keeping his body relatively safe.

Scott was going to die alone in the middle of a random forest after stupidly chasing after Ren by himself. No one would realize until his name appeared in chat. They probably wouldn’t even find his body in time to give it a proper sendoff. Did he deserve that, though, he wondered.

As he slid down the grass and rocks, his body rapidly losing strength to keep itself up, he noticed tiny white spots littered across the ground he was laying on. It seemed like he was going to spend his last moments guessing what kind of flower he was ruining with his death.

Scott laughed around the blood in his mouth, his vision fading. Candytuft, how sweet. How ironic.

---

Scott followed a trail of flowers.

Yellow jasmines, purple columbines, as well as various chamomiles and zinnias all created a pathway that beckoned him to follow. At the end was a prize worth more than any possible flower combination he could come up with. At the end stood Jimmy, his hair dotted with multiple and differently-colored yarrows. A bouquet of poppies rested in his arms.

“It’s home?”

“Home.”

---

And as time went on, the poppy became even more.

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[ericsonclan]

A Profitable Dive

Summary: Aasim works to find a spot treasure may be so that the Ericson pirates can repair their ship.

Word Count: 1674

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Aasim studied the map carefully, his eyes checking for any sort of inconsistency as his fingers traced along the rough surface. His lips turned in a small frown as he looked over at the compass. The coordinates that had been given were inconsistent between the different taverns they had visited. Yet they all were around the general area to the west near what looked to be a deserted island. There really was no telling though if that was the case until the Ericson pirates went there and saw for themselves.

So Aasim kept working, burning through one of the candles late into the night as he searched for this supposed lost chest that was rumored to be around those parts. Most of the pirates Aasim had spoken to had little to no experience with dives making them bitter about missing out on a chance at treasure. It didn’t take away his chances though. Aasim had guessed that having a strong lung capacity and the ability to dive down into deep watery depths would yield him good results someday. He had been working on his skills in part for this and in part in case they ever got caught in another sea battle that caused one of his friends to fall into the water without a chance of swimming up by themselves.

Now with these rumors, it seemed like his skills might finally be put to the test and with excellent timing too. They were broke again and with the latest adventure Ol’ Kickass had taken quite a beating. It was about time that they visited Sisi and Doug again.

If this treasure chest really was at the location that Aasim had guessed based on the stories he heard then the crew would be set for some time. With a small smile, Aasim blew out the candle and ventured down below decks, ready to apologize to Ruby for spending so many nights on this and excited to tell her that he may have finally pinpointed the location.

“Are you sure?” Louis studied the map laid on the table in the cartography room then up at his friend.

“Positive. If it's not at those coordinates then it will be nearby.” Aasim held his captain’s gaze before Louis broke contact to look over at Marlon.

“I trust Aasim, he’s always been good when it comes to maps,”

Louis nodded to his best friend’s words. “Yeah, okay, I’ll let Omar know to change course. Vi-”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll kick the others’ butts into gear about the sails,” Violet stuffed her hands in her pockets then opened the door and left. Louis and Marlon soon followed, leaving Aasim once more alone with his maps.

The journey wasn’t a long one, only a single day and night and as luck would have it the winds were in their favor. Ol’ Kickass sliced through the crisp, aquamarine waves of the sea not letting anything stand between it and its destination. It felt like no time had passed at all when they stopped at the coordinates Aasim had guided them too. His eyes stayed on the waves as they lapped up against the side of the ship. It was a mesmerizing sight. The glassiness of the water’s surface drew Aasim in, captivating him.

“So, who’s gonna make the dive?” Brody asked as she strolled forward. “We still haven’t gotten that diving bell yet so we should probably send one of our best.”

“I’ll go,” Marlon offered and made his way forward but Aasim shook his head.

‘No, I’ll do it. If there really is nothing down there then it would be because I messed up. So if anyone is wasting their breath down there, it's going to be me.” Aasim quickly undid his cravat, slowly slipping it free from his form. Once that was done he worked to take off his deep red pirate coat and placed that to the side.

“Besides, I was part of the cause for losing our funds,” Aasim sighed deeply. He couldn’t believe that he had gone out to a tavern at night with Mitch. Mitch had told him to let loose and after a tankard of honey rum he had been the one to suggest they play a game of bones with some fellow outlaws. That whole night was a mess and Aasim wasn’t even clear headed enough to remember how he had lost his trousers.

“Yeah, well I was the other dumbass so if you need to tap out just let me know,” Mitch clapped Aasim on the back and gave a smile.

Aasim looked at his friend, returned the gesture then worked to get off his loose white shirt. The laces on the shirt swayed as he tossed it aside. He didn’t want to be weighed down by anything when he dove nor did he want to be restricted by his coat.

The sunlight shone down strongly onto the ship, its rays glistening on his skin as he stretched, his muscles pronounced and toned.

The sight made Ruby’s cheeks turn an even rosier red as she watched her husband stretching while shirtless, all to ensure he didn’t cramp up when he was underwater.

“Okay, I should be good to go. I’ll dive down and if I find the chest I’ll come back up for the hook.”

Louis nodded. “I’ll be right there waiting.”

“Thanks,” Aasim took a deep breath. “Here I go,”

“Please, be careful,” Ruby looked worriedly at her husband who gave a reassuring smile.

“I promise.”

With those final words, Aasim dove gracefully into the water, his body cutting through the gentle currents with ease. He made sure to keep a mental timer going in his mind as he swam deeper and deeper. Little groups of fishes swam nearby before getting skittish and darting away from him. Colorful crabs peeked their eyes out from the seaweed and other plant life that grew in this underwater haven. Luckily it seemed like no dangerous sea creatures were nearby. Aasim thanked his luck for that; having to deal with sharks was the last thing he needed.

His hair swayed gently in the water as his eyes scanned the area. Aasim knew what he was looking for: any sign of broken wood or a shipwreck. He doubted he’d find a whole shipwreck though. With how clear the water was he and the others would’ve noticed something of that magnitude. Pushing through the water, he went deeper until he noticed something shimmer from the light that pierced it through the water's surface. Making his way over to the small boulder Aasim noticed a chest, its contents slowly spilling out. Gold coins scattered along the sands below as well as a spare necklace or two. Picking up some treasure as proof Aasim then worked to make his way back up toward the surface. His legs propelled his forward making it possible for him to resurface just before he ran out of air. With a sharp gasp, he flicked his head, getting the hair away from his eyes and plastered to the side of his face.

“I found it!” Aasim tossed some coins and a necklace onto the ship.

“Really?” Clementine’s eyes were wide as she stared at her friend. Behind her, Willy and AJ were cheering and hollering. Mitch seemed just as hyped by the news, giving enthusiastic high fives to the little kids.

“Yeah. Louis, the hook.” Aasim held out his hand and Louis carefully tossed the hook toward his crewmate. It thunked into the water causing a small splash to hit Aasim in the face. “Great throw,” Aasim’s voice was thick with sarcasm.

“Thanks!” Louis beamed and stood proudly on the side of the ship.

Aasim took a few moments to fully get his breath back then inhaling deeply he dove down once more. Slicing through the water he made his way back to where the chest was hidden and got to work. Picking up the rest of the loose coins, Aasim placed them back into the chest and tried to make the best use he could out of the shoddy latch. As soon as he was satisfied with that he used the rope and wrapped it around the chest, making sure that the hook secured it properly and made pulling it up easier. He checked and double-checked it before surfacing once more and giving the signal.

“Alright, pull!” Marlon called. He and Louis pulled on the rope to raise the chest to the surface. Mitch, Brody and Ruby quickly helped out as well. While they retrieved their treasure Aasim swam over and grabbed onto the side of the ship. Climbing up it with ease he lifted his body onto the ship with his toned arms. Water cascaded from his form as he got his footing and brushed back his wet hair. After catching his breath he worked with the others to carefully pull the chest up.

As soon as it was secure Mitch undid the rope and Willy pushed open the chest revealing a plethora of coins and treasures.

“Holy shit! Fuckin’ A! Good job, Aasim!” Mitch ruffled his friend’s hair before giving him a friendly smack on the back. Within seconds though Mitch was distracted by the shiny treasure again. Aasim watched with a smile as his friends spoke excitedly about the chest that they had found. It wasn’t every day that the leads led to something so great.

“You did great today, Pookie,” Ruby appeared by her husband’s side and got up on her tiptoes, surprising him with a cheek kiss. Aasim beamed at the praise, his eyes shimmering with pride.

“It was nothing, just helping out the crew,” Aasim shared a smile with his wife then looked over at the Ericson Pirates. The strain of financial struggles was now gone and once more the only worries Aasim had to deal with was the crew’s dumbassery. Still, he didn’t mind that too much., As long as everyone was safe and happy then he was too. Even if they occasionally got on his nerves.

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[henqtic]

Can you do a draco x reader with us watching a film and reader saying how they’re crushing over a certain character

𝘭𝘦𝘰’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k (1674)

authors note: just pretend that the battle of hogwarts never happened— that event ruins everything :/ and thanks for requesting !! it made me get a lot more inspiration to finish my other wips <3

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the room smelled of freshly buttered popcorn, soft drinks, and unhealthy snacks and for the same reason the night celebration was in place, strong mint gum. tonight was cleared, a time for you and draco to just relax, cuddle up within each other and have a break from everything going around.

the years after graduating a boarding school were life changing, even wizards themselves who could conjure up almost anything they’d ever want or possibly dream of but still, it was the time of realization for who and what you wanted to be.

and yes, there were the newts but they didn’t help much once you really got a look into the real world. many had found a passion in something that seemed wondrous— more fun. traveling and exploring the world, maybe even discovering more mystical creatures that hadn’t been learned in a simple care of magical creatures class and weren't seen in their own time because their parents didn't have the resources.

and some were set on everything but those test scores, a family business awaiting their sole airs take over and draco well, he was a part of that some. and surprisingly enough, even after all that time and all of those expectations set on him to live up to and stay in his family standard, he didn’t, and it was much to your encouragement.

his interest in healing sprung up in his last year of schooling coming to the conclusion that he’d been a prejudiced bully— not that he hadn’t already known that but, of course he did. but once he was left with less than five friends and a girlfriend who was steadily distancing herself further and further away from him, it set in.

so that’s where it started, him identifying nearly all of his mistakes and attempting to heal what had been broken relationships— which most never really did. but it was a change, and a good one at that, it brought him an inner joy, not for the factor of him getting things out of it like you wanting to be in his company more often but that he was mending the seemingly unfixable things.

it made him want to do that and not run a stuffy business that didn't do much but treat their workers poorly and customers even worse so he turned to medicine. observing how so many things lined up with potions, adding the right amount of this, and crushing that up the right way, to make a final product. a product that would soon heal the injured and bring a great smile to both of their faces.

but what he hadn’t realized was that being a healer took time and hard work— almost unusual to someone like him, being constantly handled things and easy ways out but with this, there was no fast tracking or getting anywhere if you didn’t have the right skill set or talents.

so to say he wasn’t ready for it would be a wrong statement. but to say he was exhausted, completely drained of all energy would be completely right. even after all of your cheering on, reminding him that it was only a few more months of studying and one big more test until he’d get to know if he earned his title of healer malfoy.

and usually, that worked, but after tonight after taking that so called big test, his mind was racked with anxiousness. if he didn’t pass, his father would be on his back, telling him how it was a waste of money and how he should've listened to him to that you’d even be disappointed in him— unlikely but as said before, there was nothing but anxious thoughts and anxious scenarios coming through.

so it was painfully clear that your natural remedies wouldn’t work, countless amount of neck kisses and back rubs and muscle soothing not sufficing so you both agreed on the last thing you couldn’t think about, a simple night with the television on, just in each other’s company to try and get his mind off of things—

“you said this was a muggle film, correct?” he called out for confirmation, eyeing the packaging of the movie you called.. the titanic?

“mhm, one of my favorite movies, i just know you’ll love it,” you said from the other side of the living room with a wide smile on your face, near close to beating a cheshire cats. the movie itself was beautiful, you couldn’t lie, the directing and acting brought tears to your eyes almost every time you watched it.

but there was ‘something’ else that could bring tears to your eyes, a gazing stare at the screen whenever his parts would come on.

draco handed you the plastic, allowing you to remove the disk and insert it into the dvd player. you quickly made your way back into the make shift bed made out of blankets and pillows and once the black screen turned green, copyrighted warnings started, you tucked yourself into his awaiting arms.

“why’d you say you loved this again?” he asked for the second time, limbs wrapped around your body as you searched for a response.

“umm, really eye catching.”

and yeah, of course, you were comfortable with him, growing up going to the same school for months at a time and then dating for a good fraction of those years. there was also the memory of a night where you two tirelessly played a game of dare or dare, multitudes of dares coming both your ways to say the most embarrassing, weird, or even azkaban worthy things you’ve done.

but it was something else telling him that you were crushing over a fictional character— who wasn’t even that since the story was true but you were crushing on the actor of that said fictional character that you had no chance with and that, well it was something better left unsaid.

and as it went on, he could see that too, the way your eyes were stuck onto the screen the other blonde was in frame— on the break of amusing how’d the only time your attention would shift is when he’d reach you another piece of popcorn, you offering a grateful smile before focusing back.

your mouth was slightly agape, opening for another piece just how the rhythm had been going, him eating one, him feeding you one, him eating one and so on but now he was beating it further and further away from before your body eventually gave up, falling on his chest.

“hey, why’d you that?” you groaned, annoyed that you were now looking at him from below instead of watching the film.

“why’d you say you picked this again?” his eyes were narrowed down at you, a sly smirk in place. you moved around, trying to remember your excuse and hide the growing smile arising to your face.

“I already told you, it’s eye catching.”

“no,no,no, who’s eye catching?” he asked again, this time correcting himself in order to get a more truthful response. you let out a half embarrassed, half astonished laugh before answering—

“if i tell you, you can’t laugh.” all he did was raise his eyebrows at you, positioning you on his lap, signaling for you to go on with two taps of his finger on your thighs.

“okay well—” you paused, a loss of words and a huff following, “all i’m saying is if jack were to run me over... i’d be the one to apologize.”

your tone of seriousness only made the barks of laughter from the boy underneath you louder, a small pout coming on your face as a response trying to not end up laughing at yourself—

“jack, are you serious? he’s one of the most basic people i’ve seen,” he said through breaths of air, slight tones of jealousy coming out making your head turn in feign sympathy.

“you do know that i’m dating you, right?”

“yea and what’s that supposed to mean?”

“your eyes are blue and hair is blonde and you’re the typical skinny wh—” you started, responding to his defensiveness in the best way possible.

“it sounds like you’re just describing him.” point completely missed. “and so what, what could a fictional character do for you that i couldn’t?” he asked with a smirk, your face saying nothing but unfazed and unamused.

“fine even though if you were listening you'd know that he’s not completely fictional, but everything. would you ever go down with me on an unsinkable ship and then let me survive only the door we could find?” you asked, sighing after like it’d been a dream of yours.

“no. love, take this as me caring for you but i don’t think we’d sink on an unsinkable ship— it’s in the name.”

“were you not listening? and stop, it’s romantic, don’t ruin this for me,” you scolded, lightly hitting his arm.

“they both could’ve gotten on, jack just wasn’t the brightest. and would you really rather date someone that daft over me?” his nose scrunched to further show his disgust, your scoff not failing to sound after.

“know what, if you were a fictional character, no one would like you.”

“sure, i bet i’d have at least two hundred of you treating me like him.” the smugness in his tone was apparent than ever. you loved him, more than anything in the world but, he wasn’t much compared to jack dawson. 

and then came the other obstacle, there not being a valid way to prove to someone like him, with such an inflated ego that no one would like a fictional character version of him. and when you repeated that, he was extremely butt hurt, still allowing his arms to reopen for you to snuggle back in.

single moments passed, another film starting to ease the argument before he spitefully grumbled, “i’d have people all over me.”

“no you wouldn’t!” you whisper shouted back tilting your head up to see his pouting face. 

“yes I would, don’t doubt me—”

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[wonderlandhatter]

Fixations and love.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (I’m fairly sure I didn’t include any pronouns so it can be read as gender neutral)

Summary: Just fluff honestly, it’s quite short but it’s pretty much just Spencer coming home from a case, you’re making bread and lots of cuddles and kisses. Pretty much just fluff with plot.

Word count: 1674

Warnings: None just a load of fluff.

Prompt: 7. “Well the probability of that is 0 but knock yourself out”

A/N: Thank you so much for the request. i posted this like 10 days ago but it was unedited and honestly awful, I haven’t had any inspiration to write in ages, i tried to fix the mess that this was but I still don’t think its great, its ok but anyways. I’m going to try and get out of this slump.

A/N2: My old account got deleted so I'm just reposting my fics I would appreciate if you could bust this so i could get back to where my account was thank you for your time.

God you hated mornings. They are just horrible, people that like them should not be trusted, they must have issues if they enjoy leaving their nice warm bed.

That’s why you always stayed up late, it had always been that way, when the sun was down is when you felt your happiest and most productive.

And that is why you are currently up at 2am making bread in your kitchen, well attempting. You had wanted to have had the bread done by now or at least by the time Spencer got back home from their latest case. But maybe your plans to bake in the morning got pushed back by the fact you slept until 2pm (it’s the weekend so no judging) and then had some work you brought home to finish so yeah, you’re doing it now. But better late than never.

You were currently sitting on your couch watching greys anatomy while you let your dough rest (for the third time because you may or may not have been very unsuccessful thus far but third times the charm right).

While you were completely wrapped up in the current episode you heard the keys turning and your front door opening to reveal your very handsome boyfriend finally home from a weeklong case.

As soon as you both made eye contact smiles appeared and you rose from your spot and ran straight into his open arms were your face buried into his chest welcoming his familiar smell and he buried his into the top of your head letting the smell of home engulf him, your smell.

You stood there for a minute or two like you always did. After every case when Spencer came home to you, you hugged him, you held each other because that’s what you needed what you both needed, sometimes longer than others but without fail you needed to feel him to feel that he was there and that he had gotten home safe.

He needed to feel you to feel at home and grounded and at peace, he needed to feel the happiness you could only bring to him in contrast of the sadness and horror he was stepping away from.

Spencer was the first to break the silence as you gripped his cardigan , he kissed your temple before speaking “I don’t think I will ever get tired of coming home to you” you smiled at that, home you loved it when he called you home, “I truly hope you don’t, I know I will never get tired of coming home to you” you said the last part as you looked up at him and saw he was already looking at you with a love sick smile, he brought one of his hands up you cup your cheek and you leaned in welcoming the familiar touch.

“I love you y/n” you smiled, god you had heard him say it so many times but it would never fail to make you smile, and so you leaned up and capture his lips in a kiss that said more you ever could.

The first kiss after a case was always all consuming, it was filed with so much love, lust and emotion. It was powerful and wonderful; it was everything you couldn’t share while you were apart and everything you did; all the I love yous and the I miss yous shared over the phone all in one kiss all to show that even though he you couldn’t always be together physically the love and care would always be there. It made you feel loved and any insecurities you or he had about themselves or the relationship were wiped away. It was a dream.

You pulled away first cursing your lungs for needing air, neither you or Spencer opened your eyes just leaned on each other’s forehead basking in the moment and relishing in the love just shared, “I love you too spencer, so much”.

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Spencer had gone to shower a little after and you were making coffee, currently adding his mountain of sugar. You had gotten him to cut back on it a little, but it barely mattered he still took it like there was no tomorrow.

You heard him coming out of the shower and approaching you, your back was still to him as you made the coffee so he hugged you from behind and rested his head on your shoulder leaving light scattered kisses on your neck his half dried hair tickling you as he did you giggled.

“Spence stop your tickling me” you giggled while wriggling in his hold, “fine but only because I see coffee and I haven’t had any in too long”.

You half turn around to pick up his mug while now being caged in between the counter and him and handing him his mug.

He takes it from you with a grateful smile and takes a sip “thank you love, it’s perfect” he says after tasting it and kissing your cheek, you reply with a simple and very cocky ‘I know’ before picking up your own mug and taking a sip. Spencer simply sighed out a breathy laugh and shook his head.

Spencer set his cup down on the counter behind you and rested his hands on your hips one hand mindlessly making its way under your shirt, circling your left hip with his thumb without even thinking about it more of just an instinct to need to feel you in any way possible, you both stood like that in comfortable silence.

Spencer broke the silence as the thought popped in his head “so, what were you up to so late” your eyes widen with excitement, you had completely forgotten about the bread dough, it should be ready by now. Jumping up and setting your mug down you practically ran to where you had left your dough to rise.

“Oh, I nearly forgot” you paused in front of the bowl and looked at Spencer who was looking at you with an amused grin, while leaning on the counter and sipping his coffee. So, you explained plainly “I’ve been making bread”.

He raised a questioning eyebrow at you and repeated your statement but as more of an amused question than a statement. “You’ve been making bread?” you just scowled at him and answered very overexaggeratedly, “yes Spencer I have been making bread” you answered strongly, and he just gave you a look before you continued.

“Fine it hasn’t been very successful but this time I know it will be perfect I just need to check that my dough has risen”.

Spenser loved how you got these hyper fixations, you would obsess over shows and hobbies, you would have so much joy and passion for each of them and he loved you even more for it. This time it looks like it was bread, but he quickly saw your face drop as you took the cloth of the top of your bowl.

“Did it not rise” you simply huffed and looked ultimately defeated as you leaned on the counter behind you crossing your arms looking like a sad puppy, you looked up when you heard steps and saw Spencer making his way to you.

“I don’t get it I followed the recipe exactly why do I keep messing it up” Spencer hugged you once he had reached you and rubbed circles onto your back “it’s alright love, bread is a really difficult and delicate thing to make, I’m sure you’ll get it.” This didn’t really make you feel better, you simply grumbled and inaudible response as your face was buried in his chest, Spencer tried his best not to laugh, you were just so adorable when you were tired and slightly grumpy.

“Tell you what love, its late why don’t we go to bed and try again tomorrow”.

You just grumbled into his chest again and this time he couldn’t hold back a tinny   giggle, you knew he was right, you were tired plus you had run out of flour so tomorrow would be the better option.

You could feel Spencer’s chest move as he laughed at your response “come on love I’m sure you will get it tomorrow; I don’t have work so I can help you it will be fun” you simply replied a slightly less muffled response from your spot in his chest “Well the probability of that is 0 but you can knock yourself out“.

“Oh, come on grumpy boots, it will be fun you’re just tired just wait until tomorrow evening when you get your energy back”. “Fine Mr 187 maybe you’re right”.

“Yes I am, now come on I’m tired too, plus I’ve missed sleeping with you in my arms”.

You removed your face from his chest and looked at him while moving your arms up around his neck playing with the damp hair in the nape of his neck “I missed having you in my bed too, your hoodie isn’t the same, it smells the same, but it isn’t you”.

Spencer looked at your sad eyes recalling the nights alone “I know but I’m here now and I don’t plan on leaving your side while I am, now come on”.

You squealed as Spencer swiftly grabbed the top of your thighs and picked you up your legs wrapping around him out of habit. “Spencer I can walk”.

Spencer smirked and patted you bum with one of his hands as you hid your face in his neck to hide how flustered he was making you, “yeah well I want to carry you, I told you I’m not leaving your side while I’m home with you, I’m keeping you as close as possible”.

And with that he walked you to your shared room and laid you down, having already been in pj’s you didn’t need to change, he got under the covers with you and you held each other sharing kisses and I love yours until you drifted of feeling complete once again now that you were back together.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fluff #spencer x reader

[even-love-unreturned]

Meanings behind Chain of Iron chapter titles (part II, Ch16-29)

16. Dark Breaks to Dawn

Likely from another Dante Gabriel Rossetti poem, “Found”, a companion to his painting of the same name. It was published in 1881 in his volume Ballads and Sonnets.

“There is a budding morrow in midnight:”— So sang our Keats, our English nightingale. And here, as lamps across the bridge turn pale In London's smokeless resurrection-light, Dark breaks to dawn. But o'er the deadly blight Of Love deflowered and sorrow of none avail, Which makes this man gasp and this woman quail, Can day from darkness ever again take flight?

17. Prophet of Evil

In “The Raven”, Edgar Allen Poe calls the raven a “Prophet” and a “thing of evil”.

In the Iliad, Cachas the seer/prophet is called a “Prophet/seer of evil”:

To Calchas first of all he spoke, and his look threatened evil: “Prophet of evil, never yet have you spoken to me a pleasant thing; ever is evil dear to your heart to prophesy, but a word of good you have never yet spoken, nor brought to pass. […]”

I don’t think either of these two are the reference used here though.

18. Goblin Market

This title is clearly from the poem “Goblin Market” written by Christina Rossetti in 1859, a tale of two sisters tempted by magical and dangerous fruit sold by goblins. According to some analyses, the poem might read as an allegory of addiction and recovery. (This poem has also been quoted in chapter 6 of CA)

19. Thine Own Palace

From one of John Donne’s verse letters to Sir Henry Wotton beginning “Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls”:

“Be then thine own home, and in thyself dwell; Inn anywhere; continuance maketh hell. And seeing the snail which everywhere doth roam, Carrying his own house still, still is at home, Follow (for he is easy paced) this snail, Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.”

20. Equal Temper

From the poem “Ulysses” written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson in 1833.

Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are, One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

21. Hell’s Own Track

From another Christina Rossetti poem, “Amor Mundi”, published in 1865.

“Turn again, O my sweetest,—turn again, false and fleetest:  This beaten way thou beatest I fear is hell’s own track.” “Nay, too steep for hill-mounting; nay, too late for cost-counting:  This downhill path is easy, but there’s no turning back.”

22. Heart of Iron

Perhaps from “The Belfry of Bruges” (1866) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

At my feet the city slumbered.  From its chimneys, here and there, Wreaths of snow-white smoke, ascending, vanished, ghost-like, into air.

Not a sound rose from the city at that early morning hour, But I heard a heart of iron beating in the ancient tower.

23. Silken Thread

Possibly from the poem attributed under its first line “O Lady, leave thy silken thread” by Thomas Hood.

O lady, leave thy silken thread And flowery tapestrie: There's living roses on the bush, And blossoms on the tree; Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand Some random bud will meet; Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find The daisy at thy feet.

24. He Shall Rise

This is either a biblical passage, or from Alfred Lord Tennyson’s “The Kraken”, first published in 1830.

There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge sea worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

25. Archangel Ruined

Finally we have Cassie’s obligatory Paradise Lost reference in every book!

[…] He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent,⁠ Stood like a tower; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than Archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured. […]

- Paradise Lost, Book I (1674), John Milton

26. Older Than Gods

The only thing I can find for the exact phrase “older than gods” is something from the play The Birds by Aristophanes, performed 414 BCE, in which characters argue that if birds are older than earth and therefore “older than gods”, then the birds are the heirs of the world, for the oldest always inherits. Somehow I don’t. Think that’s the reference used here ajskfkd.

Then, there’s a line that goes “older than all ye gods” in Algernon Charles Swinburne’s poem, “Hymn to Proserpine (After the Proclamation in Rome of the Christian Faith)”:

Will ye bridle the deep sea with reins, will ye chasten the high sea with rods?/Will ye take her to chain her with chains, who is older than all ye Gods?

27. Wake With Wings

From another poem relating to Prosepine (which is one of the Latin names for Persephone) “The Garden of Proserpine” (1866) by Algernon Charles Swinburne.

Though one were strong as seven, He too with death shall dwell, Nor wake with wings in heaven, Nor weep for pains in hell; Though one were fair as roses, His beauty clouds and closes; And well though love reposes, In the end it is not well.

28. No Wise Man

Possibly from the famous quote, written by Jonathan Swift (1667-1745) in essay: “No wise man ever wished to be younger.” But I doubt it, considering all the other references are of poems and verse.

29. A Broken Mirror

Possibly from poem XXXIII in the long narrative poem “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage” by Lord Byron, published between 1812-1818. The wikipedia description has it as: “it describes the travels and reflections of a world-weary young man, who is disillusioned with a life of pleasure and revelry and looks for distraction in foreign lands.”

Even as a broken mirror, which the glass In every fragment multiplies; and makes A thousand images of one that was, The same, and still the more, the more it breaks; And thus the heart will do which not forsakes, Living in shatter'd guise, and still, and cold, And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches, Yet withers on till all without is old, Showing no visible sign, for such things are untold.

Part 1 (chapters 1-15) here.

#chain of iron #tlh #the last hours #cassandra clare

[heyitmelexie]

Gift Giving

Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader

Word count: 1674 Warnings: mentions of sex, Papa!Maxwell Rating: Teen and up

A/N: Day 20 for @honeymandos​ December Writing Challenge!

Hope you enjoy!

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You love Christmas. It’s your most favourite holiday of the year and you’re still as excited as you were when you were younger.

Maxwell… isn’t. He doesn’t hate Christmas, but he doesn’t love it either, usually just sort of tolerating it for the sake of his son Alistair.

“I can gift you whatever you want, whenever you want it, babe. I don’t need a special day for that” was his answer after you had asked him why he didn’t like Christmas.

“But love, Christmas isn’t just about giving gifts. It’s about coming together, spending time with your loved ones and just being grateful for everyone’s health and existence. Gifts are not the main event there.” He just scoffed and shook his head, therefore dropping the topic.

But that didn’t stop you from decorating his whole house inside and out, baking dozens of trays full of Christmas cookies together with Alistair and wearing Christmas themed clothing every day for the month of December up until the 24th.

This year, Christmas Eve was celebrated rather quietly with just you, him and Alistair.

It was pleasant, Alistair had rather quickly accepted you into his life and was now barely ever leaving your side. Maxwell was not talking much about it but he was happy that his son loves you just as much as he does.

He knows it can be difficult to accept a new parent and he was nervous about Alistair’s reaction. But as soon as you had talked to him for a few moments the first time, he immediately warmed up around you and wouldn’t stop talking and bombarding you with questions. It was one of the most wonderful things Maxwell had ever witnessed.

Christmas Eve was just the same. Alistair would ask you thousands of questions and you would happily answer them while eating the dinner you had cooked.

Maxwell wanted you to just relax and let the cook prepare the food but you had insisted to let the cook and all the servants celebrate Christmas with their families. He loved your gentle and caring self. Your puppy eyes had broken him and he agreed to let them all go home.

And he wasn’t complaining. Your food was better than anything he had ever eaten before. Your face heated up at his compliment and you couldn’t hide the giant smile, absorbing his praise like a flower in bright sunlight.

After dinner you had both brought Alistair to bed where he then asked you to read him a bedtime story. You gladly did so and he fell asleep after just a few moments.

The rest of the evening was spent in bed, where Maxwell pulled orgasm after orgasm from you before the both of you collapsed in a pile of entangled limbs. Sweaty and exhausted, it was 3am when the two of you finally fell asleep in each other’s embrace and snuggled into the thick blanket.

A heavy weight jumping on the both of you the next morning wakes you up. It is Alistair, screaming “Presents! Presents! Presents!” while using the both of you as a trampoline.

Maxwell groans before quickly pulling Alistair into his arms and tickling him, making the young boy squeal and squirm in his father’s embrace.

“Stop, stop, stop, daddy, please!” he squeals, breathless from laughing so much.

Maxwell laughs lightly and then stops to let Alistair catch his breath before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Merry Christmas, buddy” he hums, stroking back some of the boy’s hair that had fallen into his eyes.

“Merry Christmas, daddy” he giggles before facing you and hugging you tightly. “And Merry Christmas to you too!” You smile and hug him tightly, pressing a soft kiss to his head.

“Merry Christmas, Alistair. I love you, you little rascal” you hum quietly.

“I love you too” he giggles and then jumps off the bed to run down into the living room where the tree with all of the presents stands.

“Good morning, baby” Maxwell hums and then pulls you into his arms, kissing you deeply. You sigh happily and wrap your arms around his neck before gently breaking the kiss to nuzzle your nose against his.

“Good morning, Maxie” you smile, making him groan slightly at the nickname before he gently tickles your side. You laugh and try to push him away but he just holds you tighter and tickles you even more until you’re a squealing mess beneath him.

“Max, please stop!” you laugh. Your belly hurts and you’re out of breath, gently punching his chest. He finally stops and presses a kiss to your lips, laughing.

You giggle and push him off of you. The both of you get dressed while constantly giggling and throwing clothes at each other.

When you finally enter the living room, Alistair had already opened about half of his presents, the room covered in ripped wrapping paper, ribbons and boxes. You giggle and sit on the sofa with Maxwell, watching Alistair freak out about each and every present he unpacks, his face glowing like a little star. Seeing Alistair this happy made Maxwell happy and that’s all he wanted.

Of course he had purchased dozens of presents for you as well, which you thanked him for. You genuinely love his presents and you’re grateful. But you’re most grateful for being able to spend Christmas with your two favourite boys.

After collecting all of the trash and taking it outside, you go up to the tree and take out a little box you placed between the branches.

Maxwell didn’t want you to buy anything for him but you did anyway.

Upon seeing the little box with his name written on it, he opens his mouth to say something but you stop him.

“I know you said you don’t want anything but when I saw this I knew I needed it for you. So please just accept it, love” you sit back next to him and hand him the little present. He just sighs and takes it, carefully opening it.

The first thing he sees is the backside of a frame. He takes it out and turns it around.

Placed in the frame is a picture of you with Alistair sitting in your lap. Your arms are wrapped around him and your chin placed on his shoulder. He sports the biggest and brightest smile Maxwell had ever seen and he swore he could feel his heart double in size.

“Love when did you…” he was at loss for words and just stared at the picture, tears gathering in his eyes.

“When you went to Venice on a business trip and I watched him. We went to a photographer and got some pictures taken. He was so happy and literally smiled the whole time” you hum, buzzing with happiness while thinking back to that day.

“I love it, it’s beautiful” he gives you a watery smile and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

He goes to put the box away but then he sees something else in it. It’s a little purple velvet bag. Maxwell takes it out and opens it, dropping the content into his hand.

It’s a golden ring, very similar to the one he is wearing all the time but this one has a simple, delicate detail on it. Upon further inspection he notices that he can open the ring and does so, revealing a little picture of you on one side and Alistair on the other. Just like a little photo album, but inside his ring.

“I wanted you to be able to carry us with you all the time. And I wanted you to be able to look at us while we aren’t physically with you” you say, watching his face to see his reaction.

He doesn’t know what to say and can’t stop the tears anymore. He just lets them stream down his face, staring at the ring in awe. Nobody has ever gifted him something so beautiful and personal.

“Baby, I… I don’t know what to say. It’s beautiful” he finally says, turning his head to look at you. You practically glow, smiling brightly at him and being the most gorgeous thing he ever laid his eyes on.

You take his left hand and gently pull the old ring off his finger. Then you take the new one and put it on his pinkie before pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

“I love you, Maxie. You’re the most wonderful man I ever met and having you in my life, together with Alistair, is more than I could ever ask for. You two are everything I need.” You straddle his lap and gently pull him into you, feeling his arms wrap around you and his face push against your chest.

“I love you too, baby. I don’t know what I would do without you. Or without Alistair. You two are my saving graces. I would be in a dark pit by now if it wasn’t for you…” he quietly sobs against you. You gently shush him and comb your fingers through his hair.

“Please never leave me… I don’t know what I would do if you ever left my life…” He holds you even tighter and your heart breaks a little.

“I would never leave you, my love. Ever. You’re the love of my life and I want to spend all of it with you” you whisper while gently kissing his hair.

“I want to spend all of my life with you and daddy too” Alistair suddenly says before climbing onto the sofa and squishing himself between the two of you.

You quietly giggle at him and kiss his head too before wrapping your arms around the two of them. Maxwell smiles at his son and holds him tight, slowly calming down.

Alistair snuggles into you and his father and the three of you sit there in comfortable silence, holding each other and just embracing this moment.

This is your little family. And you are grateful to have it.

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@absurdthirst​ @maxlordsgf​ @mrschiltoncat​ @tangledlove27​

#Maxwell Lord x Reader #Maxwell Lord #Wonder Woman 1984 #Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal characters

[rdmdani]

Sing to Me 2 (SMUT)

word count: 1674

warnings!: smut! 

I mean it. It is literally all smut. But the end is a little fluffy

Spencer’s lips dragging against your neck, his hands gripping your waist, the cold wooden door against your bare back. You weren’t sure which of these sensations were your favorite at the moment, but you were sure that you never wanted this to stop. He pressed you harder against the wall, keeping himself firmly between your legs. His teeth dug into the nape of your neck, pulling a whiny moan out of your lips at the pain. You both knew that it was a bad idea to leave marks on the other, but you didn’t care right now. Right now all you cared about was the feeling of his tongue soothing the newly bruised area. 

“Spencer,” you whined, your head leaning back as best as it could. He pulled back from your neck and looked into your eyes, a dark look in his usually soft eyes. 

“I love the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth,” he commented with a cheeky smile. You laughed at him, a bright blush taking over your cheeks. Spencer grinned proudly at your blush before speaking, “Sound it louder for me?” 

Without warning, Spencer turned the two of you around towards the bed. Suddenly the hard wall was replaced by your soft sheets. You watched Spencer as he ripped off his shirt and crawled over you, his fingertips grazing your stomach and the peak of your breast. A short whimper left your lips as he circled your nipple. Your mouth opened to moan as he pulled the perked area, but he covered your mouth with his. Something about the taste of his mouth mixing with the pain caused your back to back to arch in pleasure. He released your nipple and used his thumb to massage it, causing symphonies of moans to escape your lips. 

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he chuckled to himself. Your hands reached across his back, your nails dragging desperately down his perfect skin. Spencer let out a sharp hiss at the feeling and repaid you by grinding his hips against yours. You could feel him behind his jeans which only made you more excited. Spencer could tell so, with a deep kiss, he let his fingertips drag down your stomach and teasingly rub the clothed area between your legs.

Spencer observed your face as you were overtaken by the beautiful sensations of your body giving up against him. Your whole body trembled in lust, crying out for Spencer to have all of you. He realized that, and he loved the power he was given. He slowly tugged your shorts and underwear off, dropping them off the edge of the bed. He sat up, admiring your body underneath him. Usually you would try to hide yourself, insecure of the burning gaze.. But Spencer’s was warm. He wasn’t scrutinizing your body. He wasn’t here just to take a piece of you and leave. His eyes showed it all. This was more than just sex to him. And it was more than that to you too. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes leaving your body and looking into your eyes. Your face reddened at the dark look in his eyes. You didn’t stay frozen long, though. You sat up and reached for him, your fingers lacing themselves in his hair. Spencer reacted immediately, his arms wrapping around your bare waist and pulling you into him. His lips met yours in fiery passion, firewords spreading throughout both of your bodies. You took this time to spin the two of you around, planting yourself firmly on his lap. Spencer guided your hips along as you grinded against him. One hand left your waist and instead began teasing your clit. You moaned loudly against his lips at the feeling. Instinctively, your spine snapped straight and your hips moved against his hand. Spencer watched you in awe as your head was thrown back in bliss. 

Incoherent words fumbled passed your lips as Spencer teased your entrance with his middle finger. His thumb stayed on your clit, sending you closer and closer towards your first orgasm. Right when he felt that you were on the very edge, Spencer began to pump his middle finger in and out of you. You clenched around his finger, feeling your orgasm finally hit. The intense feeling caused your body to lift off his hand, but Spencer wrapped his free arm around your waist to keep you in place. He pumped faster into you, helping you ride out your high. You cried out his name a million times, half of them completely incoherent. When you finally came down, Spencer pulled his finger out of you and placed it in his mouth with a smile. You watched in awe, never having seen that before. You definitely didn’t expect for you to find it so fucking hot either. 

“My turn,” Spencer grinned before turning you over and slamming your back against the mattress. Your hand shot out to your nightstand, opening it and showing him the package of condoms sitting inside. He didn’t say anything as he stood up and removed his clothing. You took in his body, a glazed look over your eyes. You had known he was attractive, but being able to see his entire body… moments before it would be pressed against yours… it was a whole different light. You wished you had his memory. 

Spencer finished sliding on the condom and repositioned himself over you. He looked you in the eyes as he slowly entered you. Your mouth opened into an ‘o’ position as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Spencer took hold of your legs and pulled them onto each of his shoulders, quickening his pace. He held onto your thighs as he thrusted into you, listening to the beautiful sounds you were making underneath him. Your hands reached beside you, grasping tightly onto the sheets of your bed. 

Spencer let out a low groan as you tightened around him. He let go of your legs, allowing them to fall back onto the bed beside him. He pulled out of you briefly, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up towards his. He entered you once more, a throaty moan leaving him. You moaned loudly into the pillow, holding it in a death grip. Spencer dug his fingernails into your hips, burrowing himself deeper into you. You screamed out in pleasure as he hit the perfect spot. 

“There!” you screamed needily, your head back in satisfaction. Spencer reached forward and took a handful of your hair into his hand, yanking you upwards. You sat up on your knees, feeling every bit of him inside of you. His name left your mouth like a prayer. 

His hold on you left your hair and instead gripped onto your breasts with one hand, greedily massaging them as he fucked you harder. His freehand rubbed circles around your clit, causing your body to tremble with pleasure. 

Spencer’s hand left your breast and moved up to your throat. It only took a small amount of pressure before you felt yourself coming undone around him. 

“Spencer!” you screamed as you came, your body shaking. The feeling was so much stronger before, causing your vision to abandon you momentarily. All you could see were stars and fireworks. Had he not been holding you so tightly against him, you would’ve fallen face first into the mattress. Spencer moaned against your ear at the feeling of you breaking a second time. It didn’t take long before he followed you. Both of you rode out your highs together, a chorus of sinful calls echoing off the walls of your bedroom. When the two of you came down from your highs, Spencer pulled out of you and spun you around to face him. You were confused for a moment before his lips met your once more. Happily, you melted into his kiss. You could definitely get used to this. He rested his forehead against yours as the kiss ended, just peacefully looking into your eyes. 

“We need to shower,” Spencer laughed as he pulled away from you. 

“Want to save some water and shower together?” you laughed. Spencer didn’t answer, instead he just lifted you up and carried you off to the bathroom. 

“Spencer!” you laughed loudly, holding onto him, “You forgot clothes!” 

“We don’t need any!” 

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The next morning the two of you were called into work for a case. Spencer had stayed over, not entirely willing to leave you just yet. Whenever the two of you walked in together, your friends watched suspiciously. Neither of you said anything, nor acted like a couple. You just resumed your normal routine. That means you both went to get coffee, said hello to a few people who weren’t on the team, and then made your way to the group. 

You and Spencer had decided not to tell them what happened, especially not before a case. So when they fired questions at the two of you, nothing was revealed. It was a normal movie night. Spencer went home around eleven. Nothing scandalous about it. However. There was a small issue that neither of you addressed. 

During debriefing, Emily leaned towards you with a small smile, “I can teach you how to properly hide a hickey. Noob.” 

Your hand immediately shot to your neck, alerting the team. Spencer’s eyes widened, realizing exactly what you were hiding. “Called it,” Garcia said happily. 

“We didn’t know until then,” Emily laughed, “You hid it fine. Just needed to surprise the truth out of you.” 

You glared at her for a moment, “Is this really the time to be mocking me. We have a case.” 

Hotch nodded, “Exactly. Thank you, Y/N.” 

Morgan rolled his eyes at the man, “You only say that because you lost the bet. I still want my twenty dollars, case or no case.” 

Spencer looked at you with bright red cheeks, but that was the only sign of embarrassment he had. Other than that, he looked really fucking proud of himself. 

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We All Wear Masks Sometimes

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai | Might Guy Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1674 Alternate: AO3 Summary: Kakashi comforts Gai after Lee gets injured during the Chunin exams Warnings: N/A Author's Note: This is for day 6 of KakaGai Week 2020 ( @kkgweek ).  I have a feeling a lot of the fics/art that are going to use this prompt are going to be Kakashi focused. So, I decided to do the opposite. This is set just after the preliminary round during the Chunin Exams. Also, it’s not made explicitly clear that Kakashi and Gai are together, but it is implied that they are. Please enjoy! Prompt: Day 6 - Mask

Gai has a habit of pretending to be okay for everyone else's sake even if he's not. He'll smile and laugh, say something with poetic prose, and then throw out a thumbs-up with a hand on his hip. Sure, on good days he actually is like that, Gai's personality having been molded very carefully and lovingly by his father, but Gai's father could only do so much. Kakashi knows this.

Sometimes Kakashi thinks he's the only one to know this about Gai.

On days that are hard, the really bad days that all shinobi get no matter how cheerful and optimistic one can be, Gai amplifies the theatrics to one hundred. No one really notices, no one besides Kakashi, because Gai never lets anyone get close enough to him to show his real personality. Sure, the man is close to his friends, closer still to his students, but he can't act weak around them. He can't let his friends' teasing bother him and he has to be the perfect role model for his students.

With Kakashi, it's different.

Maybe that is what happens when you grow up fighting a war together and lose everyone you love? You tend to latch onto the one that never left. You hold onto them like they are your lifeline and if that line were to ever get cut then you would drown.

Or maybe Kakashi is just being overly dramatic and it has nothing to do with that. Maybe it's just a testament of how long they have been friends that allows the two to be open with each other and no one else. Kakashi has never been great at interpreting attachments and he's the last person to try to make it into a healthy conclusion in his mind.

He's always been a little bit codependent on the people he's cared about.

Gai especially. 

Maybe that's why, before he goes to fetch Sasuke from the hospital to begin his training, he sets out trying to find Gai. He checks the training grounds first and finds Tenten and Neji there. Tenten is helping Neji train but Gai is nowhere in sight. Not surprising, considering where Lee is currently and in hindsight, Kakashi probably should have checked there first.

Still, just so he doesn't make a wasted trip to the hospital, he steps out of the bushes and makes his presence known to the Genin. "Yo."

They both turn to him. It's the first time Kakashi has actually interacted with Gai's students in the year that he's had them. It's shocking, really, considering how much Gai loves to challenge him. Although, Gai hadn't interacted with Kakashi's students until the beginning of the Chunin Exams either. It almost makes him want to laugh and he's kind of sorry he missed that introduction. He would have loved to have seen the little brats' faces at meeting Maito Gai.

"Kakashi-sensei!" Tenten greets him eagerly, pink coloring her cheeks, while Neji doesn't acknowledge him at all. He's not surprised they know his name. Maybe the Hyūga is mad at him for stopping him from killing that Hinata girl?

"Is Gai at the hospital?" he asks, getting straight to the point. He doesn't have all day. Sasuke is waiting for him.

"Oh, yeah! You just missed him," Tenten tells him, her smile disappearing. "He's visiting Lee but said he'd be back soon if you want to wait."

It's just like Gai to divide up his time between his students despite his overwhelming worry about Lee. Kakashi waves the invitation off. "I'll go see him there. Thanks."

Tenten slumps in disappointment and Neji crosses his arms, turning away. He waves goodbye at them anyway. He doesn't need them complaining to Gai about his behavior and then Gai giving Kakashi a huge speech about treating young Genins with more respect.

He doesn't go into the hospital once he's there. He'll be back to get Sasuke and going into the building one time is one too many in Kakashi's mind. So, he waits outside, flaring his chakra a little to let Gai know he's there. He doesn't expect Gai to come out and greet him right away and about five minutes later, he is exiting the building with a wide smile.

Kakashi can already tell it's fake.

"Kakashi! My dearest Rival, what do I owe this pleasure?" Gai strolls up to him, arms out in a gesture to hug Kakashi. Kakashi lets him, wrapping his own arms around Gai's solid frame. He has a feeling Gai needs this comfort right now.

When they separate, Kakashi gestures with his head. "Take a walk with me."

Gai's smile twitches, threatening to fall but Gai has always been a master at forcing himself to smile through everything. It stays steady on his face. "Very well."

They walk in silence and they eventually make it to outside a hot spring. Kakashi leans down on the railing of a bridge, staring at the water beneath them. It reminds him that Naruto is probably searching for him this very second to train him and a pang of guilt clutches at Kakashi's chest. He does wish he could train both him and Sasuke. They both have very different skill sets, however, and if Sasuke is going to be going up against that sand jutsu, then Kakashi needs to focus on Sasuke at the moment. He'll have to get someone else to train Naruto and, although the thought to ask Gai to do it does cross his mind, Gai has too much on his plate right now. Plus, Naruto is going up against Neji. It might be a bit of a conflict of interest.

So, instead, he settles on someone else. "Is Ebisu available?"

Gai walks up beside him and leans his arms down onto the railing, much like how Kakashi is right now. "I believe so, yes. Why?"

"I was thinking of asking him to train Naruto before the final competitions in the Chunin Exams," he says.

Gai looks out into the water. "I think that would be a great idea. Ebisu is very capable. I can ask him if you want?"

Kakashi shakes his head. "Just have him meet me at the hospital. I have to pick up Sasuke."

Gai perks up at that. "Has Sasuke fully recovered?"

Kakashi picks his words carefully, thinking about Lee. "More or less."

Gai narrows his eyes at him, suspicion playing on his face. "You don't have to be gentle with me."

"And you don't need to pretend with me." Gai stares at him and Kakashi pokes him in the cheek. "Let yourself feel things."

Gai scoffs, goodnaturedly. "Says the man who is the master at suppressed emotions."

"I think we both are pretty good experts at it, wouldn't you say Gai-kun?" Gai scowls at the honorific. It's not very often Kakashi uses it. It's mostly to try and lighten the mood a bit. It doesn't seem to work. "Gai, what I said during the preliminaries about the gates…" He trails off, biting his bottom lip. He sighs and wonders if he sounds a bit hypocritical. He’s never been a fan of the gates for obvious reasons, after all. "I meant what I said afterward. I was out of line."

Gai shakes his head. "No." Kakashi furrows his brows in confusion. "You were right. I should have never taught Lee it. He's too young."

Kakashi frowns and reaches up to place a comforting hand on Gai's back. "You were even younger when your father started teaching you how to open the gates."

Gai huffs and pulls away from Kakashi. "And maybe he was wrong, too."

"Gai…"

"He died because he used the gates and… and I'm not condemning him for it. He used them to protect something precious to him, to protect me, and that is something to be proud of. But maybe… maybe I was too young, too?" Gai bows his head. "Maybe he should have never taught me it… because now Lee has almost died from using the gates."

"Gai," Kakashi pulls him closer so that their sides are pressed together. "That wasn't your doing. It was that kid from the Sand. He is the one who almost killed Lee."

"Lee would have given up sooner if he didn't have the gates."

"No, he wouldn't have." Gai looks up then, surprise written all over his face. "Gai, that child, is exactly like you when you were his age. You wouldn't have given up, would you?" Gai shakes his head. "Exactly. So gates or no gates, there is no doubt in my mind that Lee would have fought with everything he had and would have never given up."

"So, then you're saying it's a character flaw?"

Kakashi chuckles with exasperation, laying his forehead down onto Gai's shoulder. "No, I'm saying it's admirable." He lifts his head to look Gai in the eyes. "Stupid sometimes but admirable."

It gets Gai to laugh, a real laugh, and Kakashi's heart warms at the sound. He pulls him a little closer, carding his fingers into Gai's hair. He ruffles the strands, messing up the bowl cut and Gai tries to pull away in complaint. "Kakashi!"

Kakashi lets him escape and watches as Gai tries to smooth his hair back down with his lips set in a pout the whole time. It's adorable and he's glad he's managed to make Gai feel a little better. He's not very good at it most times but when he succeeds it makes him happy. Especially if it's Gai.

"Gai." Gai stops his ministrations on his hair, looking up at Kakashi. He's much more relaxed now, genuine seeming. "Lee will be okay. He's stubborn like you. Nothing will keep him down."

Gai stares at him for a few seconds, thinking, before a real smile breaks out on his face and he sticks out a thumbs-up in Kakashi's direction. "Most definitely, Rival!"

Kakashi chuckles again and, with an amused shake of his head, he throws an arm around Gai's shoulders, walking back to the hospital with him.

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A/N: Don't worry. I didn't forget about the fact that Gai needs to have Ebisu come to the hospital. I just didn't write it in. What I imagine happening is, once back at the hospital, Gai uses a messenger turtle to instruct Ebisu to get to the hospital. It probably scares the shit out of Ebisu at first, thinking something bad might have happened to Gai until he gets there and Kakashi explains everything to him. He is not amused. XD

Thank you for reading!

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12. things you said when you thought i was asleep with Dorlene maybe?

i’m very sorry this turned out the way it did. prepare yourself for some HEAVY angst.

see you tomorrow (dorcas x marlene)(very angsty)

warnings: major character death

word count: 1674

Dorcas sometimes wondered what the point was. We’re all gonna die anyway, she’d say. Why does any of this matter? It was always rhetorical, never too serious; she knew the point. She did her best on everything, from school to friendships to anything and everything else. She knew that if she didn’t put all her effort in, someone could get hurt. Everyone could get hurt. Which was why she had joined the Order, seventeen years old and barely out of Hogwarts. War is cruel, she reminded herself when she hesitated. We all have to do our part, ready or not. So she had gripped Marlene’s hand tight as they apparated to the headquarters and swore themselves in. She had looked around that day, and noticed nearly everyone around her was in her graduating class. Lily, James, Alice, Frank, Marlene. They had all joined for a reason. They all had someone to protect.

But what if the person Dorcas wanted to protect was also in the order? This question was what led Dorcas to Dumbledore’s office at nearly midnight. She had hammered her fist on the door until the old man opened it, a mildly curious expression on his face and not looking the least bit surprised as he beckoned her inside. Please, Dorcas remembered herself saying, you can’t let her go on missions. They’re too dangerous. Just- don’t let her, okay? Come up with a reason not to. I don’t care what it is. Please. And then she had heard the soft gasp behind her. And she turned around and saw Marlene’s stricken face. Dorcas felt something inside her break when Marlene’s expression turned from shock to disbelief to anger. In a different world, Dorcas would have found the fire in Marlene’s eyes alluring, might have drawn closer and closer until they were inches away from each other, until all she could see was Marlene Marlene Marlene. But now, she was frozen. And as Marlene gave her a final glare before shaking her head and running away, Dorcas didn’t know what to do. So after what felt like years of standing stock still, not knowing what to do, she followed her. But when she got to Marlene’s room, she hesitated for a moment, debating whether to go in. She shook her head slightly, clearing away any hesitation, and opened the door, softly shutting it behind her. The moon shone a dim light through the window and across the bed where Marlene was laying, curled up and snoring softly. Something in Dorcas twisted softly at the sight of her, not unpleasant but still a dull ache in her being. She hated when Marlene was angry ever. But Marlene had never been really angry at her before, and Dorcas didn’t know what to do. She slowly made her way over to the bed and sat down carefully, the bed sinking slightly under her weight. She glanced over at the sleeping girl, who was still breathing evenly and had her face turned away, buried in the pillow. If it wasn’t so serious, Dorcas would have laughed at how her limbs were splayed in all directions, taking up more space in the bed than seemed fitting for her small frame. But now all Dorcas could do was reach over to take Marlene’s limp hand in her own.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered into the darkness. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I just got so worried because-” her voice faltered here and she felt the ache in her chest stronger than ever as she said the one thing she could never say during the day. “Because I love you. And not like friends. I’m sorry, Marls, so, so sorry, I just didn’t know what else to do. I don’t know why I’m saying all this when you’re asleep, but I figured you wouldn’t want to listen in the morning, so I might as well just say it now so at least I feel better… sorry. I’m rambling. I just wanted you to be safe. I’m sorry. I’ll go now. I don’t- I don’t even know why I’m here, honestly. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Her voice broke slightly and as she started to stand up, she whispered, “I’m sorry. I love you.” Dorcas turned toward the door and began to walk toward it, letting her grip on Marlene’s hand relax though it pained her with every millimeter of skin that slipped away from her. 

Just as her fingers brushed the tips of Marlene’s, a grip on her palm yanked her back to the bed. It was sudden, and as much as she had been training to have better balance, the unexpected jolt pulled her too far too fast, and she tripped on the mattress, falling onto the bed and just barely bracing her elbows on either side of a very awake Marlene. She stared at Marlene. Marlene stared back, a little bit bleary-eyed but mostly confused and irritated. Not off to a great start, Dorcas. 

“What- what are you doing here?” Marlene’s sleepy voice was the most adorable sound Dorcas had ever heard and she had to shake her head to clear away the thoughts about wanting to hear it again and again and again foreve- Dorcas. Focus. She asked a question.

“Oh- I- Nothing!”

Marlene stared up at her, unimpressed. “Dorcas, I’ve known you for seven years. I know when you’re lying.”

And yet you can’t tell I’m in love with you. “Did you just wake up?” Dorcas asked, simultaneously deflecting and wondering how much she had revealed accidentally.

Marlene appeared to visibly hesitate before responding, “...Yeah. Why? Did you say something?”

“Does it matter?” The words shot out before Dorcas could stop herself. “You’re mad at me.”

“Merlin, Dorcas, what’s wrong with you? We’re still friends, I do still care.” Marlene’s eyes were now wide with concern and Dorcas forced herself to look away from the other girl’s lips. She flinched at friends and fought to hold back the tears that were steadily rising within her.

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

This time, when she walked away, Marlene let her.

--

The next morning, Dorlene woke up late to a silent house. Weird, she thought to herself. Normally, Sirius would be singing or someone would be training or Marlene would be talking to someone, her bright voice filling the house and reminding everyone of why they were there. 

She walked down the stairs and found everyone clustered in the kitchen. And Sirius- Sirius was crying. She frantically scanned the room for Remus. Peter. James. Lily. Mary. Alice. Frank. Marlene. Wait… where the hell is Marlene? Everything went cold and she felt like she had been pushed into a frozen river, clawing her way back up but weighed down by her own limbs. She felt her body collapse onto the floor, but she was too far away to care. Dimly, she recognized Mary and Lily’s concerned faces as they leaned over her. She saw their mouths moving, forming some sort of meaningless platitude that no one believed. She couldn’t hear them. She couldn’t hear anything. Nothing except her words from last night. It doesn’t matter. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll see you tomorrow. 

After what felt like years, Dorcas felt her mind clear with a strange, empty clarity. She stood up, brushing off the hands that were hovering around her in case she fell. She walked toward Dumbledore, who was sitting at the head of the table with everyone around him. Everyone made way for her but she didn’t give any of them a second thought. She finally reached Dumbledore, and he looked up with what was meant to be an understanding expression, but all she saw was the face of the man responsible for killing Marlene. She looked into Dumbledore’s pale blue eyes and hated everything she saw. She hated his calmness. She hated that he understood. She hated that he was trying to sympathize. She hated the reflection of herself in his pupils. She hated the tear-stained, lip-trembling, broken face that looked back at her through that small black circle. 

“How?” Dorcas asked, forcing her voice to remain still and devoid of any emotion. It didn’t take much effort. She felt almost hollowed out; like the news had reached inside and scooped out anything that she could have felt. Now she was just cold. Cold and angry.

Dumbledore sighed. “She went to be with her family. She didn’t tell me if it was permanent or not.”

“Well, it’s not like that matters now, anyway.” Her voice was hard and unfeeling, and she heard Alice gasp softly behind her. “Did they die too?”

He nodded and when she showed no reaction, he looked at her for another long moment before he placed what was meant to be a comforting hand on hers.

“The important thing is that she did not die in vain. She took down several Death Eaters and now we can continue fighting in her memory.”

Dorcas gripped her wand tighter. When had she picked it up? Holding it at all times had become a reflex at this point. Without another word, she turned around and walked toward the door. Lily and Mary called out to her and Alice reached for her hand, but she walked past all of them. The only one she made eye contact with was Sirius, and he briefly nodded at her before turning away. She opened the door and prepared to apparate to the spot Snape had once mentioned as the place Voldemort was most likely to be found. The place no one had had the courage to stage a raid at. Not even Dumbledore. As she spun on her heel, wand at the ready and lips already forming the first syllables of a lethal curse, she had only one thought in her mind. Damn right, she didn’t die in vain. And I won’t either. 

With that last determination, she let the familiar twist of apparition pull her away for the last time.

on ao3

#plu answers #hp #mine* #my fics

[artbyfuji]

R,,,Reincarnation AU; Summer and Raven keep meeting each other (and falling in love ofc lmao) everytime. 🏃

I think my ass just wrote a whole fic up in here lol:

1341

You were the heir to the throne. I was assigned as your personal guard. You hated this life, your family formed you into the perfect being. The smartest. The wisest. The best fighter. But you hated it. They saw you as an object. Just like the subjects of their kingdom. They cared only for status, willing to sacrifice them all in a moments notice. You said I was the first person to view you as something more than a name. More than just the heir to the Rose Kingdom. One day in the royal library, you suggested it. “Let’s run away.” You showed me an old map of the castle, secret tunnels leading outside of the kingdom. 

I was loyal to the kingdom that gave me a chance to be something. But my loyalty to them couldn’t compare to my loyalty to you. We ran away. Crept through the tunnels and fled as far as our legs would take us. We were free, just the two of us, and in that moment, we shared a kiss. It was just us for maybe a year, but forces beyond our control wanted to break us apart. Enemy kingdoms were on the hunt for us, if you were killed it would benefit them immensely. They found us in the cottage we built by the river, it was two assassins intent to slaughter us. We fought but you were always stronger than me, I never understood why they would make me your guard if you could so easily defend yourself. Perhaps it was so I could take the fall in your stead. Maybe that’s what your family viewed me as, not a person, just a shield.

I was over powered, laying by the river bed bleeding out, wouldn’t make it much farther. The assassin grinned as he scraped his blade along the ground. He charged to stab me, but instead of hitting me…. the blade pierced right through your abdomen. I never noticed that you killed the assassins partner, never noticed you jumping into his path. Until it was too late. He pulled the blade from you, and the sound you made hurt me more than these wounds ever could have. But with the last of your strength you killed him, sliced his throat while he was mid swing. You then limped over and laid down beside me. We stared up at the sky, stars were visible and the dusk began to slip away. The sound of the river flowing drowned out our weak breaths.

Your bloodied hand grabbed for mine squeezing it as tight you could manage. Then we turned to look at each other, your lone silver eye piercing me to my core. Your smile barely masked the pained emotions creeping under the surface. I wanted to be angry with you. for taking the blade for me. But some reason, I felt nothing…. I was just lost in your presence. You looked me in the eyes and said it “we’ll find each other again.” It was a statement like you were positive this wouldn’t be the end of our story. I smiled… because I believed you. We both looked at the sky again. Watched the stars shine in the dark blue night sky.

Until it was black that consumed us both.

1674

Seeing you again shocked me to my core. We lived in the same town, I worked as a carpenter with my brother. You were an apprentice to a tailor. You wandered into our shop in hopes of getting a stool repaired. We looked each other in the eyes and just knew… knew of our past lives, of our struggles. Of our promise. We were finally together again. “I didn’t want to lose you again,” I said as we held each other in a tight embrace. “I didn’t want to lose you again,” I said as our lips pressed together for the first time, under that oak tree outside of town. “I didn’t want lose you again,” I said as we laid in the same bed, clothes long abandoned on the floor. “I wouldn’t lose you again,” I said as knelt in front of you holding a ring up. You laughed, and confusion flooded my mind, until you knelt down and showed me the ring you were hiding….. it made our love grow that much more.

We were set to be wed. We decided on late spring, the ceremony would be held on that cliff side you loved so much. The way the sky looked at sunset was a true marvel, with brilliant hues of orange and purple that would dance across the sky. Was this the happiness we deserved in our past lives? I remember regretting asking myself that. Because two months before our wedding, I fell ill. double pneumonia, they said i should cherish the days I have left because it wouldn’t be many. 

It was the eve of our would-be wedding when my body lost its battle. You sat beside the bed everyday soothing my pain. But this day was different, I could barely keep my eyes open, I knew the end was coming, and maybe you did too. Because you reached for my hand and squeezed it tight. You delicately brushed hair away from my eyes and through ragged breaths, I parted them as best I could. your lone silver eye piercing me to my core. It felt familiar. You smiled, leaned down and pressed a kiss against my forehead.

I spoke one final request. “Lay beside me.” I knew you wouldn’t deny it. You got up and walked around the bed, it dipped to my right. You lifted my head and placed it against your chest. Your shirt was soft against my sallow skin. You cradled my weak form. That’s when you whispered it. “We’ll find each other again.” I believed you. I closed my eyes and listened to your heartbeat.

Until i didn’t have the strength to even do that.

1856

Maybe the frustration of how unfairly my life played out in my last incarnation is what caused me to pick such a violent path in the new one. My brother and I were bandits. Robbing train cars and stage coaches to make a living in this cruel world. When we met again I never expected to be looking down the barrel of your gun. It seems you too chose a dangerous path in your new life. You were the leader of a group of train robbers Ivory Rose, and we both had the same idea of robbing a train delivering gold. 

My brother and I joined your group. We took on whatever the world threw at us guns blazing. It was such a thrill, the rush of adrenaline as we dodged bullets together. I remember every close call we had, how the thrill of survival would sometimes turn to lust, how our bodies would meld together whenever we shared a bed in a heady mix of sweat and arousal. This life wasn’t going to end in a happily ever after. But we didn’t really care. We were just happy to find each other again.

Our dangerous life caught up to us. Wanted posters plastered in every town. wanted dead or alive. We stole from one too many of the wrong people and the Pinkertons we encountered chose “dead”. They trapped us in an abandoned lumber factory. They wouldn’t leave until they knew we were dead. You laughed as you reloaded your guns counted how many bullets you had left. I did the same, we both knew we wouldn’t make it far, but we weren’t ones to cower in fear. Everyone outside ceased fire for a moment, and if felt like the world ceased spinning for a moment, maybe giving us one last chance to say goodbye. We used that time to look each other in the eyes, your lone silver eye piercing my very core. We shared a kiss. Your lips burned like fire against mine. You said those words again. “We’ll find each other again.” I believed you. We ran out into gun fire. I can’t say I remember much after that.

But i’m sure you lasted just a bit longer than me.

1915

Our time together lasted long this time. It was the turn of the century when we met, we were just children, I was 5 you were 6. And we became close friends. “Inseparable,” as everyone in town liked to call it. I remember all the days we spent under that weeping willow just outside of town. Picking flowers, or blowing dandelions in the wind. Sometimes I wished for simple things. Money to buy a pastry from the bakery, or a pair of shoes I saw the shoemaker putting on display. But in my teenage years I almost always found myself asking the same question. “Please let her love me back.” 

I sometimes wondered if you wished the same thing. A few years later, my wish came true and we chose to be more than friends. I was 20 and you were 21 when we shared a kiss. I would never forget how soft your lips felt against mine. But things were soon going to test our love.

In 1914 the great war began. In 1915 it was right outside our town.

Our love was strong even as air crafts flew over our town dropping bombs. Our love was strong even as we stood in the middle of destruction. Our love was so strong when enemy soldiers grabbed us and forced us to kneel down with other survivors. They shot down the line killing everyone until it was just the two of us left. It was so easy to see what we meant to each other so the leader of the group played a game. A fucking game. “Eenie” the barrel of his gun pointed to you. “Meenie” it pointed to me. “Miney” back to you. He stretched it on and on and ON until he said the final “moe” and the barrel landed on you. 

I remember screaming. Remember him tell the other soldiers to hold me down. I was scared but you just smiled. You looked towards me and just smiled. Your lone silver eye piercing my very core. That gaze, that beautiful gaze, it always had a way of erasing my fears. That’s when you said it “we’ll find each other again.” I believed you. I had to believe you. I would always believe you.

You died first. And the last thing I remember was how wrong it felt.

1982

I was far older than you this time. The more decades that passed, the more convinced I was that I would never find you again. I sat in the gardens of the hospital, how curious it is knowing that you’ll die. They gave me three months to live. I craved your presence. What would you look like? Did you dying first in the last life break the chain? Would i never see you again? Would I be born again over and over cursed to never find you? Lost in my thoughts, a ball rolled towards me. Almost didn’t realize it at first but I could never forget that silver gaze. The child that came to retrieve the ball…. was you. Eight years old and just as sick as me. Was the universe laughing at us? Trying to finally separate us for good? For weeks we talked to each other. Right here in the gardens. You had the memories of past lives, but you were so young and you couldn’t understand what they meant. You called them “sad thoughts” memories of how you died in past lives would turn up in your dreams and it scared you. But you said once we met, they stopped. I enjoyed your company, but i hope you could forgive me for wondering what our time together would be like had we been the same age.

I remember always wondering how you died in our second lifetime. But maybe its better that I never asked.

One day you looked nervous. I asked what was wrong. You said you had a surgery in a few days, the doctors told you it would help your heart. I would grab your hand and squeeze, it was about the only thing I could manage to do for you in this lifetime. You looked up to me, your silver eyes pierced my very core, it was the first time I saw you without an eyepatch, there was such an innocence to them. I smiled and told you to everything would be okay…. and you believed me. 

A few days later I asked some nurses about you, about the child in Room 207. The somber looks on their face told me everything I needed to know. You died first again.

And this time you never said that we’ll find each other again.

2004

I sit in these college classes everyday. Lessons these professors teach barely process in my mind. In my philosophy class I always look down at the woman with dark red hair tied in a half bun, her eye patch, her breathtaking silver gaze. We pass each other in the halls, on campus. Her dorm is right next to mine.

Sometime’s when I pull up on my motorcycle at my spot on the campus parking lot, she is there. Talking with a friend. Some guy with blond hair. The first time we met she admired the paint job on my bike. She attempted to introduce herself. “By the way my name is-”

“Summer.” I said. Was I smiling? I think so. But I remember concern clouding my mind when she looked confused.

“How’d you know? Have we met before?”

I remember you. I remember all your past lives. I remember that child with the ball. The woman knelt in front of the barrel of a gun. The train robber that took on gun fire. The tailor’s apprentice. The heir to the Rose Kingdom. 

So why don’t you remember me?

#this really is a whole fic lol #rosebird #i dont like first person POV but thats the only way this was gonna work lol #au ideas #reincarnation au #i like it as you can tell #asks

[that-sw-writer]

4 and 7 from the angst list? Maybe Kylo and the reader can start off fighting and you can end it however you want!

Sorry for the wait!  Hope you like it!!

4 + 7: “Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”  “Do you even still love me?”

Warnings: a toxic relationship (but reader doesn’t put up with that shit), it’s angsty

Word count: 1674

“Do you even still love me?”

"What did you think you were doing?"  Kylo's voice came out as a low growl.  He had a tight grip on your arm as he marched towards your quarters.

"My job."  You snapped, wanting nothing more than to break yourself free and throw him against the wall for making you look a fool.

"Your job is not to undermine me in front of the Supreme Council."  As the blast doors to your shared quarters opened, he practically threw you inside and you stumbled a few steps before standing up straight to face him.

You weren't afraid of Kylo Ren, not in the slightest.  Sadly you were hopelessly in love with him, and he loved you too - at least he used to, now you weren't so sure.

You had been an officer in the First Order for years, but Commander Ren had one day taken a keen interest in you.  He had discovered that you were Force-sensitive, something you barely knew about, but he had offered to train you nevertheless.

Perhaps he'd had a more selfish reason for wanting to train you... he had been undeniably attracted to you.  Making you his apprentice was another excuse to be closer to you, and closer you had gotten.

When Kylo became Supreme Leader, he promoted you to one of his Generals.  Things had been better than ever, Snoke had previously forbidden your relationship but now there was nothing stopping you from being together.  Until the arguing had started.

Perhaps it was the pressure of being Supreme Leader, or the dark side taking ahold of him, but he wasn't the same Kylo you had fallen in love with.  That gentle, caring side to him that was reserved for only you was like a distant memory now.  He was different, colder.

You were suspicious that it had been down to the voices he was hearing at night.  He thought you hadn't noticed, but he was waking up every night and leaving you alone in bed.  You didn't know what, or who, he was hearing, but it seemed logical that it was changing him.  Somehow it was turning him against you.

"The council's job is to hold you to account, and that's what I was doing!"  You had been suspicious in the meeting today when Kylo had brought up the late Emperor Palpatine in passing, but he hadn't been happy when you questioned him on it.

"No you weren't."  He spat, his tone bitter.  "Don't bring your personal emotions into work."

"Me bring my personal emotions into work?"  You laughed dryly, "You're the one who just dragged me out of a meeting because I dared to disagree with something you said.  Don't act like you would have done that to anyone else."

"I didn't need to do that to anyone else, you were the only behaving like a child."  He snapped.

"Can't you see what you're doing to us?"  You yelled at him in exasperation, before your voice softened and you stepped closer to him, "Kylo, all I want is to help you.  But you're pushing me away, I wish you would tell me what's wrong with you."

"There's nothing wrong with me."  He defensively said in a gruff tone.

"You think I haven't noticed you getting up every night?  Then today you mentioned Palpatine... I just-"  You didn't want to say what you were thinking, because there was no polite way of putting it, but if you didn't say it, nobody else would, "I just don't want you to be manipulated again."

Snoke's death had left Kylo free, possibly for the first time in his life.  But now if Palpatine's voice was the one he was hearing, twisting him to his will, it could explain why Kylo had become so erratic recently.

Your comment clearly hadn't gone down well, you could feel the Force beginning to constrict around your neck, Kylo's hand outstretched.

"You're my apprentice, and I am your Supreme Leader.  You will learn to respect me."  His rage was boiling as he yelled at you, but you weren't going to allow yourself to be manipulated in the way he had seemingly allowed himself to be.

You struggled in his grip, and eventually he let you go.  You fell to your knees, taking a moment to catch your breath, but you were quick to pull yourself back to your feet.

"I wanted to help you Kylo."  You softly said, looking at the floor for a moment.  When your eyes met his again they were filled with hurt and regret, whilst his were just filled with burning rage.

"I don't need anything from you.  I never did."  He hissed.

"Then forget it, you're a fucking asshole."  Losing your patience with him for the last time, you turned and left.  You were overcome with emotion, and as you stormed further away from Kylo it was becoming harder to fight the tears pooling in your eyes.

You had nowhere to go since you shared your quarters, but you were done being with Kylo at the expense of your own happiness.  It hurt you more than anything to see him like this, but he wasn't the same man you had fallen for.  The Kylo who used to steal kisses from you in training sessions and hold you in his arms at night... that man was gone.

With no idea of what to do you spent the night shift awake, sitting in front of a vast viewpoint.  You lost yourself staring out into space, and it gave you the peace and quiet you needed to get your head straight.  You realised that you couldn't be with Kylo, not this version of him at least, and if you were leaving him you couldn't bring yourself to stay in the Order.

When the morning shift began, you waited until you knew Kylo would be training with his Knights to return to your quarters and gather some personal belongings.  Although you were loyal to the First Order, you couldn't tell anyone that you were leaving, it was best that you just disappear.

The blast doors to your quarters flew open, and you froze on the spot.  Kylo was still there, sat in just a pair of black slacks with his head in his hands.  But as soon as he heard the door open his head snapped up and eyes met yours.  His eyes were filled with regret, he looked fatigued from lack of sleep and... had he been crying?

"Y/N."  He leapt to his feet and rushed over to take your hands in his, but your body was still stiff.  You were unnerved by his sudden change in mood.  "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me lately."  He stammered to get his words out, you recognised this as 'emotionally unstable Kylo.'  You frequently saw him after you would have a fight with 'angry Kylo.'

"You're always sorry."  You quietly told him, "But this time I'm sorry, because I can't stay any longer."  You were doing your best to hold it together as you slipped your hands out of his familiar grip.

He watched as you walked towards the bedroom, and as he followed he watched you pick out a bag and begin packing a few belongings - you didn't have many as it was.

"You can't leave."  Panic was rising in his tone as he lunged forward to rip the shirt you were about to pack from your hand.

"Fucking hell Kylo!"  You exclaimed, running your hands over your face, exasperated.  "I can't go on feeling like this.  I'm miserable!"  You finally admitted it out loud, the feeling you had been pushing away for months now.

It was like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.  You had been compromising your own wellbeing to keep Kylo happy for so long, and you hadn't realised just how much it had been grating on you.

Kylo didn't know how to react to your admission, he couldn't process the emotions welling up inside of him.  He summoned his Saber to his hand and let out an almighty roar and he began to swing it against the walls to release his rage.

You still didn't flinch.  In fact quite the opposite, you gave a roll of your eyes at his reaction and continued packing - you knew Kylo, and despite all the yelling and arguments, he would never lay a finger on you with the intention of hurting you.  When he had used the Force to choke you earlier, he had crossed a line that he couldn't come back from with a simple apology.

When Kylo withdrew from his tantrum, he turned back to you with laboured breaths just in time to watch you sling your bag over your shoulder and walk towards the blast doors.

"Y/N-"  His voice caused you to stop for a moment, but you didn't turn around to face him, "I need to know, do you even still love me?"  In his mind he didn't know how you possibly could.  He knew he had been struggling over the past few months, but he hadn't thought about the fact that he had been taking it out on you, the one person he never wanted to hurt.

"I love you more than you'll ever know.  But I can't stay with you at my own expense, not anymore."  You still had your back to him, you feared that if you turned to face him you wouldn't have the strength to leave.

He was crying, you knew he was.  Your heart was screaming at you, telling you to run back into his arms and let him hold you.  But your brain reminded you of the misery that came with staying.

"Goodbye, Kylo."  You hoarsely said, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought back the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks.

It hurt you to leave, but you would never know how much it hurt Kylo to watch you go, knowing that he had been the one to push you away.  The one person whom he thought he would never hurt.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x y/n

[occasionally-writing]

A Night With You

A/N: Surprise! I did not forget about my fellow mantype anons <3 I saved the requests so I still have them laying around as a screen capture XD I will be filling these ones since I feel like writing for these two again. I apologize it took so long for me to finally focus on them again, but they’re here and there is...two more mantype prompts in the making! I hope you like it anon!! :D

Summary: When Type comes to Man’s dorm so they could have some time to themselves as they study and work, Man realizes how exhausted Type looks so he makes his boyfriend take a break with the only way he knows how. With fun!

Word Count: 1674

That position Type was holding could not be comfortable. Ever since his boyfriend had arrived at his dorm so they could spend some time together while Man studied and Type got some stuff done from his internship, Man had noticed that Type had been in the same position since he got there. He was hunched over at Man’s desk, having borrowed it for his work, with his brows furrowed and his neck was craned as he laid his head in his hand, his eyes glued to a stack of papers that never seemed to end in Man’s opinion. Ever since his internship had been coming to a close, that asshole Beam seemed to pile more on his boyfriend, as if it was in spite for choosing Man instead of him. Shaking the thought from his head of the irritating man, Man found that he couldn’t focus on the material he was supposed to be studying and decided to keep his eyes on his boyfriend’s back, keeping silent despite his concern at how stiff Type would be after he was done. Not really knowing how much time had passed since he began observing him, Man couldn’t hide his worry anymore as he sighed, moving all his important packets to the side as he squirmed off his bed, stretching his back and making his way over to Type. 

Keeping his touch light when he finally reached him, Man let his presence be known as he slid his hands on the older boy’s shoulders, gently kneading the tense muscles, trying to smooth out the knots he could feel on Type’s hunched back. Not seeming like he noticed him at first, Type kept his eyes on the packet he held in his hand until Man squeezed a bit harder, finally releasing a stubborn knot that Type held in his left shoulder blade, a sigh finally falling out of his lips as he registered how close Man was to him. For once not minding the touch that made his heart flutter and his cheeks color, Type squeezed the bridge of his nose and turned a little to face his boyfriend, who was shooting him a concerned look, his brows furrowed and his lips pulled into a little worried pout.

“I’m almost done, Man…” Type muttered out, his voice low and filled with how exhausted he truly was. Biting his lip as he noticed this, Man knew that Type didn’t really like being pulled from his work, but he could clearly see the dark circles his boyfriend had under his eyes and how his body was subtly leaning into his touch. He was far beyond tired and Man knew he couldn’t let Type continue working like this. Shaking his head softly, Man let out a small hum when he noticed Type’s eyebrows raise in shock, clearly not expecting Man to go against something he said. “Man...I mean it.”

“I know, P’. But you look ready to crash any moment. Please...let’s take a break, okay?” Man practically whined, letting his lower lip tremble as he gave Type the best puppy dog eyes he could give. Feeling his breathing hitch as he noticed the pure desperation in Man’s voice, Type swallowed the lump in his throat before he turned his eyes back to the packets that were waiting for him. He really did need to get them done but...how could he with the look his boyfriend was shooting him and if he was being honest, some rest would honestly be wonderful right now. Stretching his back out with a sigh and wincing when he heard the cracks that came from his action, Type brought his gaze back to Man and nodded softly. Seeing the nod, Man let his pout disappear for a bright smile that made Type’s heart flutter before he was dragged out of the chair and pulled to the bed. “Let me just clear this off and we can lay against the wall and relax! Do you want anything to drink while I’m at it?”

Snorting softly at how excited his boyfriend was, Type muttered something about decaf green tea that he knew Man carried in his fridge. Giving him a salute as he placed everything back in his school bag, Man tossed it aside before he scrambled towards the kitchen, eager to get whatever his boyfriend needed. Rolling his eyes at Man’s behavior, Type found that he couldn’t stop the smile that rose on his lips as his boyfriend disappeared into the kitchen, the sounds of cupboards opening and a glass being placed on the countertop the only thing he could focus on to keep his sleepy eyes from fluttering shut. Coming back into the room with a glass of green tea, Man carefully handed it off to Type and crawled onto the bed, taking a seat next to him as he mirrored his position, their backs against the wall. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Man shifted through his playlists and clicked a random one so that they could listen to the music while they chatted. 

Not quite knowing when he finished his drink and eventually had his head resting on Man’s shoulder, Type vaguely felt the glass being taken from his hand and placed aside, an arm then coming to rest on his shoulder. Holding Type close, Man let his arm drop from his boyfriend’s shoulder so that it could wrap around his waist, his hand gently cupping Type’s side as his thumb traced small circles over the t-shirt he was wearing. Not really minding the touch, Type let his eyes flutter close as Man’s head rested on his, the song from Man’s phone being the only sound in the room until a soft sound escaped Type’s lips, which got Man’s attention. Biting his lip, Type shivered lightly when Man’s thumb circled close to the side of his stomach again, another sound that Man picked up to be a snort escaping his boyfriend’s lips. 

“Man! Don’t you even think about it!” Type growled, his voice sounding shaky even to him and by the way his boyfriend was smirking at him, Type knew it didn’t sound very threatening. Letting out a hum as he made his thinking face, Man observed Type quietly as he watched the older boy try to figure out a way to get out of whatever was going to happen. Scooting away from Man’s rising hands, Type tried to keep the warning glare on his face but he knew it wasn’t helping the situation since he could feel a shaky smile rising on his lips. Noticing this as well, Man’s smirk turned deadly as he shot forward, cackling at the gasp Type at let out as he tried to run but failed when Man’s arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back, settling him on his lap as his fingers dug into his sides. “Man! S-stop!” 

“I don’t know P’. It seems like you’re enjoying yourself right now!” Man snickered, listening to his boyfriend’s bright laughter, the sound a bit odd since Man rarely ever hears his boyfriend laugh. Squirming around as much as he could in his boyfriend’s hold, Type slapped at Man’s hands as he squeezed up his sides and around his navel, making Type want to jump out of his skin from the sensation. Burying his face in Type’s twitching shoulder, Man sighed and slowly stopped his playful touches, keeping his hold around his boyfriend’s waist. Wiggling as soon as he felt Man stop, Type jumped off Man’s lap and turned, panting from the leftover giggles that were leaking out of his lips. Noticing the look he was getting, Man frowned slightly and scooted towards the side of the bed, gently wrapped his arms around Type’s waist so he could bare his face in his stomach. “I’m sorry, P’. I...just wanted to make you feel better since all you’ve been doing is working and driving yourself exhausted.”

Taking in a deep breath, Type let it out of his noses and slowly placed his hand on Man’s shoulders, squeezing the tense muscles he could feel and gently pushing his pouting boyfriend back. Staring into his eyes, Type found that he couldn’t stay annoyed with Man so with a groan, he pushed Man back on the bed and crawled next to him. Staring at him in slight confusion, Man stayed quiet as Type grabbed his wrist and maneuvered it around his waist, holding it there until Man got the idea and pulled him closer. 

“You’re so lucky I’m in a good mood,” Type grumbled, pushing his face into Man’s neck as he squirmed closer, trying to hide the blush that was beginning to fill his cheeks. Smiling brightly, Man hugged Type hard and wiggled them around, making a soft snort come out of Type’s mouth before they settled, Man letting his energy levels decrease as he rubbed soft circles into his boyfriend’s back. Taking in a deep breath as his senses were filled with everything that just reminded him of Man, Type allowed his eyes to close as he fully relaxed, letting Man take care of him, allowing himself to feel vulnerable for once. “Is it okay if I stay the night?”

“Of course, P’. If you want to nap, you can. Work can wait until later, yeah?” Man replied, keeping his voice soft so that he wouldn’t shake the sleepiness he could feel in Type’s form. Smiling softly and snuggling himself deeper into Man’s warmth, Type sighed and held onto his boyfriend’s shirt in loose fists, making Man smile and press a shy kiss to his soft hair. Keeping up with the small massage he was giving Type, Man felt Type’s body grow lax as he finally fell asleep, the sound of his even breaths making a soft smile rise on Man’s face. Holding Type close, Man took a deep breath in and let it out, closing his eyes as he slowly joined Type into a peaceful slumber.  “If only we can stay in this moment forever.”

#2gether the series #2gether #mantype #man x type #my writing #thanks for requesting!