#i want to force people to look at the sunset one though i spent time on that lol

[lqvesoph]

She’s WHOSE daughter??? || LN4

lando norris x webber!reader

summary: Quali day in Melbourne also means some secrets are being spilled…

part 1 | part 2 | part 4 | part 5

masterlist | taglist

Part 3

The flight to Melbourne was only about three hours. Three hours that Daniel spent sleeping while Lando and you talked about god and the world.

He told you a lot about his family, his parents and siblings and his two little nieces. Your heart swelled a little at the pictures of him holding the two girls on vacation last summer.

You glanced over at Daniel and then turned your gaze to the British boy next to you.

"So, I was thinking-"

"So, about today morning-"

The two of you started at the same time, chuckling and looking down. "You go first", you quickly said, wanting to hear what Lando had to say first.

"About this morning, I… I really like you. I feel like I know you, which is pretty strange considering the fact we haven’t known each other that long. But I wanna get to know you more because… I really like you", he spoke, shyly glancing at you, only to find you smiling at him.

"I would love that, Lando", you smiled, reaching to grab his hand and interwind your fingers. "Can we please keep it low when people are around though? Because I really need to tell Oscar first before he finds out from stupid gossip pages and I don’t think his home race is the place to tell him that I’m dating his teammate", you chuckled at the last sentence.

Lando nodded in understanding and pulled your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles lightly. "That’s totally fine by me", he smiled, dropping your interlaced hands back into your lap.

*~*~*~*~*~*

"What on earth are you doing here??", your best friend called when he spotted you lingering in the back of the Mclaren garage. He quickly signaled his engineer that he’d be back shortly before walking over to you.

"You’re not even wearing any sort of Red Bull colour", Oscar stated after he looked you over once, mustering the white summer dress and lack of Red Bull hat.

"C’mon, I can’t go ‘round parading Red Bull as an Australian at the Australian Grand Prix, especially not when my best friend who’s also Australian drives for a different team", you chuckled, your eyes finding Lando’s for a second who still stood in front of the computer, looking at data along with his engineer. He sent you one of his adorable little smiles before shifting his attention back to work.

"I think this is honestly the first time you’ve ever stood inside here for more than 5 seconds and without me forcing you", Oscar chuckled.

Before Oscar could drag you to his side of the garage, Lando showed up behind him, a wide grin on his face.

"And who do we have here, Red Bull’s princess in papaya", he smirked. Your smile immediately brightening at the sound of his voice. "Well we’re not as far as me actually being IN papaya, I’m colour neutral today", you replied, making Lando raise his eyebrows before pulling his Mclaren hat off and pushing it down on your hair in a quick motion.

"Heyy!", you protested with a giggle and tried to slap his arm away. "That looks way better, wouldn’t you say Oscar?", the brit laughed and turned to his teammate, whose invisible question mark was getting bigger and bigger.

Thankfully his race engineer called him back before he could pose any of his million questions. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t still keep his eyes on the two of you, catching the gentle squeeze Lando gave your hand, that held on longer than necessary.

📍Melbourne, Australia

tagged: landonorris, oscarpiastri, danielricciardo, ybsf

yn.adams: Feels great to be back in Australia and especially at Albert Park!! Quali up next🏎️

comments:

landonorris: Loads of papaya right here🧡

> landonorris: Even a papaya sunset🤭

> fan: How did he convert her over to McLaren???

> fan: That d must me hella good if she’s willing to change teams…

oscarpiastri: How am I only posted once???

> fan: Oscar asking the important questions!!

> fan: Fr tho how did she post Lando 3x??

danielricciardo: I’m sorry, is that papaya I see there??

kellypiquet: You look absolutely gorgeous!!

> yn.adams: Luv uuuu

ybsf: THE BEACH PICTURE!!

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fan: That’s a lot of papaya for you, miss🤨

fan: Posting Lando 3x in one post…

fan: Daniel with the truck LMAOOO

fan: Not a single photo from the Red Bull/RB garange🫣

> fan: Lando be turning her into a Mclaren fan

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Your heart swelled with pride when you saw Lando jump up to P4 on the leader board, your smile just slightly getting bigger. You clapped your hands a few times, celebrating Max’s pole with the other crew members but secretly also Lando’s good starting position for the race tomorrow.

You quietly hushed out of the garage to walk down the paddock to Mclaren, waiting for Lando to arrive.

"Heyy!", he called with a laugh. You giggled and opened your arms for him. His curls were slightly damp from the sweat but you pushed your fingers through them anyway as his arms wrapped around your waist.

"I’m proud of you!", you muttered for only him to hear and felt him smile and squeezed your hip. "Thank you", he smiled and pulled back.

"You wanna come inside?", Lando then asked, nodding towards the papaya hospitality. You hesitated for a second but nodded and resisted the urge to grab the driver’s hand.

He smiled for a few pictures and waved at fans before opening the door for you.

"Lando, debrief is at 6", Jon reminded Lando before said boy grabbed your hand and dragged you towards his driver room.

He pushed the door shut behind you and unzipped his orange race suit, the black fireproof coming to show.

"These are so hot", you muttered, letting your intrusive thoughts take over as you trailed your fingers along his chest. Lando chuckled and pulled you closer by the waist. "You wanna take ‘em off?", he joked teasingly but the glint in his eyes told you he really wouldn’t mind if you did.

You chuckled and pulled his lips on yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth shortly after. Lando pushed you back until the back of your knees hit the couch and he let you down on his carefully, all while letting his hands roam up and down your body.

You whined when he sucked the gentle skin on your neck, his hand coming to rest on the back of your thigh. You put your hands on either side of his face and pulled him back up so your lips could touch again.

"Lando, have you seen- oh wow, that’s why you didn’t come to congratulate me!"

The door opened, making you push Lando away from you and scrambling up to sit straight on the couch.

Oscar stood in the doorway, putting his hands on his hips. "Respect, mate. I didn’t think you’d be brave enough", he said, turning his gaze to Lando.

You squeezed your eyes shut, praying that your best friend would keep his mouth shut.

"Huh?", Lando asked, a confused expression gracing his face. "Just because Mark has always been against his daughter dating drivers, I mean I tried when I first met her but respect mate", Oscar kept talking, now crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Mark?", Lando questioned, his confusion growing as the seconds passed. You silently begged Oscar to finally quit talking but he didn’t catch on.

"Mark, her dad? Mark Webber", Oscar explained, now confused as well.

"Your dad is Mark Webber?", Lando called, turning his head to you.

Just then your phone chimed with a new message.

dad: What’s going on with you and Lando?

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Dancing

A short one this time! I just wanted to write a really fluffy piece without drama although, yes there is a very small conflict if you squint hard enough. I wanted to write another fic that made me feel good just cause life's been extra hard lately.

Although I have a ton of ideas for this one so a sequel if people really enjoy this. I briefly wondered making Y/N be Lady Whistledown and pairing her up with my favorite Bridgerton brother to see what would happen.

TW: People being mean. Gossiping mamas. Cressida Cowper mention.

The ball, as most balls tended to be as the night waned, had grown stale and boring. The dancing had ceased despite the wonderful string quartet that played their music and people had broken off to their own parties. As the guests become accustomed to the taste of alcohol, words began to flow with reckless abandon. 

“Did you hear? Viscount Dotsfield has a bastard with a scullery maid!”

“The Earl of Blackfield is said to engage in… relationships with Sir Lockling.”

“There are rumors going around that one of the Colton daughters has a French paramour whose name is Ravilli. An ambassador of sorts…”

Gossip is what fueled the ton, the very lifeblood that had men and women of varying ages coming to these balls in the first place. No one in the ton wanted to be caught unaware and one could never be too careful of the rumors that could be fabricated about you. According to Y/N’s mama, the only people who didn’t come to balls and to the gatherings hosted by members of the ton were those of them whose reputations were in ruins. You were either gossiping or you were the one being gossiped about. 

So she came and endured even if she was bored out of her mind. 

It wasn’t anything she wasn’t use to anyway. She was a woman and women were seen and not heard. Not only that, but she was a wallflower. Wallflowers were hardly seen at all.

“Lady Y/L/N.”

She knew that familiar voice, smooth and deep yet somehow still bright. If sunsets could speak, Y/N imagined they would have his voice.

“Mister Bridgerton,” Y/N said as she spun around, hiding her smile behind her bejeweled fan. “I half expected you to have taken your leave by now.”

“Under usual circumstances, I might have. But I have yet to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room.” Benedict said with a crooked smile. “And my mother has always told me that dancing is one of men’s greatest assets to encourage affection.”

“There’s hardly anyone dancing,” Y/N said bashfully.

“All the better reason to do so.”

Y/N wasn’t naive. She knew Benedict was only speaking to her because his mother asked him too. She’d always rather liked Lady Bridgerton and she had a penchant for forcing her sons to dance with the wallflowers. At every ball Y/N attends, her dance card, though usually empty, always had three names: Anthony Bridgerton. Benedict Bridgerton. Colin Bridgerton. 

And there was no man who made he heart beat faster than Benedict Bridgerton himself. Because it was Benedict who offered to fill up all of the other spaces in her dance cards even though he didn’t have to.

All the Bridgerton brothers were kind to her but Benedict was more than that. Anthony and Colin were polite but Benedict laughed with her and conversation flowed between them like water from a fountain. And though she knew Benedict was unlikely to return her feelings, she occasionally let her delusions run wild. She often spent her days imagining what their future would look like. Would their children have his eyes or hers? Their hair would probably be different too. And their noses—

“Y/N?”

Blast! What a bloody idiot! She shouldn’t have let her mind wander like that! And now Benedict was looking at her expectantly with those luminous blue eyes and she couldn’t focus her mind to remember what it is he’d asked of her.

“Yes?” She asked, fighting to stop herself from sounding so breathy.

“Excellent,” Benedict grinned with an outstretched hand. 

The dance. She’d forgotten about the dance!

She briefly wondered if she could find a way out of it. Getting on that dance floor would shift everyone’s focus on to them and she already knew what people would say. 

“The Bridgerton charity case.”

“Of all of the young ladies, he chose her?”

“He deserves better.”

She glanced around nervously. Everyone else was too engrossed in their own conversations to pay them any heed but those conversations would instantly stop the moment she and Benedict stepped on the dance floor alone. 

And she knew that if she were to reject Benedict’s advances, her mother would kill her. Though Anthony was but a Viscount, his fortune was considerable large. His father before him had managed their estate well and Anthony was known to make cunning investments that grew their already large fortune, a fortune that would also provide cushy lives for the rest of his brothers. Perhaps not the large estate of a Duke but certainly nothing to scoff at. And Y/N didn’t doubt for one second that the rest of the Bridgerton brothers weren’t as smart as Anthony was when it came to their finances. 

It’s why Y/N had constantly heard her mother’s say, “you will marry a Duke or a Bridgerton. Anything less is unacceptable.”

Luckily for Y/N, her mother wasn’t around to see her reject Benedict. 

Still, with the way Benedict looked at her, it was hard to say no. 

“Just one dance,” Y/N ceded with a sigh, slipping her gloved hand onto his. 

His smile widened considerably. “You mustn’t be nervous.”

“Easy for you to say,” Y/N huffed. “You look perfect everywhere you go.”

“Oh?”

Damn. Damn damn damn. Damn the world. Damn herself. And damn Benedict Bridgerton. 

“You think I look perfect?” He asked, cocking a brow in question. 

“U-uh, I m-mean, that is to say, I don’t—“

“You truly must calm your nerves, my lady,” Benedict said with a chuckle as he pulled her to her feet and led her to the dance floor. “I am only teasing.” 

Y/N could hear the stream of gossip stop as members of the ton watched them. There was a pregnant pause and then the chatter began once again. She couldn’t hear the full conversations but she heard enough. 

“…fat…”

“…ugly…undeserving…”

“…he is too kind…”

It made Y/N want to curl up into a ball so that the earth may open up and swallow her whole. 

“Pay them no heed,” Benedict muttered as he pulled her close, his hand resting on the small of her back as his other hand found hers. “Focus only on us. And tonight, you look beautiful.”

“Only tonight?” Y/N joked in a bid to ease the coil of tension tightening around her core. 

“Every night.” Benedict’s tone was too serious to be called teasing. 

Soon the new music started, washing away the ton’s horrible words. She could still feel their watchful eyes on her skin, felt the way they judged her. 

“Focus on me,” Benedict muttered before he began their dance by swaying them back and fort.

She let the music fill her, weaving through the muscles in her body. Their dance was a complicated one and though she wasn’t an accomplished dancer by any sense of the word, with Benedict leading it was hard to fail. 

In and out, push and pull, with complicated lifts and turns yet somehow always finding their way back to each other. It was as if their bodies were magnetized, attracted only to the other. As the music swelled, she forgot all about the gossiping ton and their prying eyes. Instead she only felt Benedict’s body heat, the hard chords of muscles hidden beneath his jacket, his hands steady around her waist. 

His gaze on her felt soft, like staring at the afterglow of of dusk. She was never much of a drinker but Benedict always had the ability to make her feel drunk, as though each of her inhibitions left her the moment his luminous blue eyes landed on her. 

When the last notes of the song echoed between them and Y/N and Benedict detached from each other to curtsy and bow at one another, the entire ballroom erupted into applause. 

A soft gasp left Y/N’s lips. She’d completely forgotten about the ton watching them with Benedict commanding all of her attention. 

She raised her head, meeting Benedict’s eyes once more. 

“You were marvelous,” Benedict muttered with a grin as he took her hand and placed a chaste kiss against it before leading her out of dance floor. The ton’s eyes had grown less hostile and more appreciative on and, for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt exhilarated. 

“I would like to call on you tomorrow, Ms. Y/L/N.” Benedict said, letting his voice be carried throughout the ballroom. His words brought on another wave of whispers. “If you would let me?”

Y/N was absolutely sure she would be the center of gossip tomorrow. Perhaps until the end of the season if Benedict’s intentions are what she thought them to be. 

To call on her would mean Benedict would like to get to know her better, to suss out if she would make a good wife or not. And with him a Bridgerton and her a lowly Y/L/N, they would make waves with the ton. She could practically feel Cressida Cowper glaring daggers at her back.

But she didn’t care about that right now. She was still riding the high of their beautiful dance. She was no great beauty, that much was true. But with Benedict, she felt beautiful. And his opinion mattered to her more than the Queen’s and the whole ton’s combined.

“Of course you may call on me, Mr. Bridgerton,” she said graciously, ignoring her fast beating heart. “I’ll have the cook prepare that raspberry marmalade you enjoy so much.”

Benedict grinned. “I am much obliged. I shall see you tomorrow. I hope you have a good evening.” He took her hand again, placing another gentle kiss on her knuckles before he straightened and walked away.

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[rawritzrobin]

Worst Kept Secret

Characters: Derek Hale, Stilinski!Twin, Noah Silinski, Mentions of Stiles

Pairings: Derek Hale x Stilinski!Twin Reader

Summary: It was the first time that you had been away from Stiles involuntary. But your dad somehow makes it better. 

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Warnings: None! Just some cuteness.

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I have been working on my other story for a bit. But here it is (finally). This was a request basically asking: What if Noah found out about you and Derek. I trifled for a while about how he would react. I went with a fluffy one. :3 Still taking requests for this series if y’all want more. 

You had not left your room since you and your dad dropped Stiles off. You knew it was his choice and it was the best choice. None of you knew what was wrong with him or how to fix it. It was for everyone’s safety.

But that didn’t mean that you were happy about it.

You had spent most of your day sulking. You didn’t want to go out knowing that Stiles was trapped in that place with people who were meant to be there. He was only there because there was an unknown supernatural force trying to take over his body.

You looked down sadly at your phone. Derek had been texting you all day making sure you were okay. Your dad had the day off today, so he couldn’t exactly come over and hang out with you. You could only muster one worded messages.

There was a knock on your door. “Come in. You said.” You were sitting on your bed, leaning against the frame.

“You feeling better?” Noah asked gently. He knew you weren’t, but he wanted to make sure you were okay. You and Stiles hadn’t been apart since Stiles took off for science camp that one week when you were in grade school. At first, you were excited to be away from him. But then after two days, you started to feel lonely. Like a piece of you was missing. Stiles was feeling the same way as he had asked Noah to drive him home after the fourth day.

“Not really." You said bringing your legs up as you curled yourself into a ball. You couldn’t fight the dark feeling in the pit of your stomach that something was horribly wrong.

It was hard for him to see you like this. He knew that even though you and Stiles were two entirely different people, you two really depended on each other for comfort. You two leaned on each other when your mother passed. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if you two didnt have each other.

Noah let out a big sigh. “I can’t believe I'm saying this, but why don’t you have Derek stay over tonight?” He said out of nowhere.

You looked at him with wide eyes and spluttered “Why would you say that? Why would I want Derek here of all people?”

Noah took a deep breath, and sat next to you on your bed. “Honey, you really think I didn’t know?”

Your eyes widened even more. He showed no signs that he knew about you and Derek. You thought for sure that he would have been furious and tried to break you two up. You saw him the day you brought your first crush home in middle school. He was furious and demanded the kid leave right away.

“How long have you known?” You asked, curious.

“Do you remember the day you wore your mom’s old sunflower dress?”

You smiled at the memory. You wore the dress out on a date with Derek. He took you out of town to a small town not too far from here. It had been right after finals and after being super stressed out for weeks over your math test, you could finally relax. Derek took you to a fancy restaurant by the beach, and you two spent most of the day walking down the beach, watching the sunset. It was the first time you wore that dress since your mom passed. It was her favorite thing to wear whenever your dad had time to take the four of you out on a day trip.

“That long huh?” You chuckled. “Guess we aren’t as good at hiding our feelings as we thought we were.”

There was a peaceful silence.

“You’re not mad?” You asked, a little scared.

You dad sighed again. “At first, I was. I was trying to find ways to kill him and make it seem like a freak accident. But then all the things about werewolves and magical creatures came up, and the only thing on my mind was protecting you and Stiles. And after that night in the hospital, I saw the way he looked at you. Like you were the only thing that mattered in his life. The way he put himself in front of you at any sign of danger. I knew at least with him in your life, he could protect you when I can’t.”

You couldn’t believe what your dad was saying to you right now. You slapped yourself in the face lightly.

“What are you doing?” Noah asked with a laugh.

“Making sure I'm not dreaming. Did I actually wake up from that attack? Am I still in the hospital?” You asked, flustered, wrapping your arms around yourself to make sure you were not in a coma or something.

Noah merely shook his head and stood up. “Give him a call. Tell him he's allowed only until 11PM. It’s still a school night, so he needs to be out of here before you go to sleep. Oh and the door is to remain open at all times. You hear me?” He said, in his usual tone.

You nodded happily, already grabbing your phone to text Derek.

Noah was about to leave, when he turned around to ask you one last question. “You really thought I wouldn’t find out?”

You gave him a guilty smile. “No…”

“Honey.” He said, crossing his arms. “I’m the sheriff.” He said with confidence.

You laughed and threw a pillow at him. “That was so lame.” He caught it with ease and let out a laugh. “I’ll go get us three some takeout. Pizza?” He asked.

You nodded, “Thanks dad.”

Noah left your room and made his way down the stairs.

You looked down at your phone at the text Derek sent. “Is he going to kill me in his own home?”

You laughed. “Just come over and you’ll find out.”

You sent the text, and fell backwards into your bed. You felt somewhat happier. Stiles was still stuck in that institution, but at least you could now spend more time worrying about fixing this mess, instead of hiding your relationship with Derek from your dad.

“Oh and honey.” You heard Noah say from downstairs.

“Yeah dad?”

“No werehuman babies just yet okay? I’m not ready for that.”

You turned bright red at his comment. Maybe it was better he was kept in the dark.

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So.. I will get to requests, but I’m doing a challenge with a disc server to write one Itha fic every day this month.. so that will be prioritized. I think I’ll do one req every other day, or maybe every day still :)

“Once a hero, now a villain”

Pairing : Morningstar Ithaqua! x lol the reader is dead and he’s sad. This is a sort of “character study” of who Morningstar could have been prior to the trailer, before he had become as crazy as he is currently. : D

Helel stands at the foot of your grave, flowers in hand. There’s a moment of silence before he sits down in front of the gravestone, tracing the outline of your name with his finger. “I wonder if you were to see me now, darling, would I still be your hero?”

He sighs and shakes his head, looking down at the wedding rings on his fingers, he had saved yours. Helel had saved almost everything that belonged to you, to save the memory. Perhaps it was also to save the memories of when he was still your “hero”, when he was your world.

The memories of you two are so precious to him, but seem to slowly becoming less and less him, more of a person he used to be. He still remembers your voice, your touch. Even your last few conversations..

….

You sit next to Helel next to the River, staring off at the sunset. He’s anxious, you can tell, so you offer him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Are you thinking about tomorrow?” You ask, seeing Helel nod. He wasn’t usually a quiet person, so current silence was out of the ordinary.

“What if tomorrow turns out badly, (name)? What if I fail and you get hurt?” He grabs onto you, holding you close. “All I want is to protect all the people who are hurting under my brothers rule but.. I cannot fathom losing you in the process.” This is the first time he’s voiced his worries on the topic, and it took you by surprise.

“You won’t be losing me, my love.” You respond, cupping his cheek with your hand. “And even if you did, I’d die with you as my hero. Nothing could ever change that, Helel.” He smiles weakly, still unsure of what was to come, though he seems calmed by what you said. “I’ll do my best to keep you safe..” he whispers, leaning his head on your shoulder as the two of you stare off into the sunset.

….

“Helel, look at me” You snap your fingers in front of his face, holding his wounded body close to you as the last of The Suns soldiers are forced to submit. He opens his eyes, a look of pain visible on his bruised face.

“What were you thinking, Helel?” You hold him close, tears flowing down your face. “You could have died. Your brother could have killed you.” There’s a moment that passes where he doesn’t say anything, until he looks up at you with a weak smile. “But he would have hurt you, darling. I could never allow that to happen.”

The two of you stay together for a while in silence, holding each other tight as you come down from the height of the battle. “Even if I had gotten hurt, you would still be my hero, you would still be the hero of everyone you managed to free today..” You slowly help him up, allowing his injured frame to lean against yours as you walk to the closest medic. “(Name), I will always be your hero, right?”

….

The weeks spent on the throne had not been kind to Helel’s mental state. His behavior was becoming erratic, his paranoia worsening. On this specific night he wakes up in a fit of panic, grasping his chest as if his heart may come out.

“(Name), (name)!” He shakes you awake, sobbing as he holds you tightly. “Helel?” You look up at him confused, slowly reaching your hand up to wipe his tears. “You’re not dead.. thank god” He’s still crying, though it’s not as awful as it had been just a moment ago. “I thought those rebels got you.. I thought I lost you” He’s still breathing quickly, though is calmed by the knowledge that you’re not truly dead, that it had been a dream.

This wasn’t the first time an incident like this had occurred in the last few weeks. In fact, almost every night. Since Helel had overthrown his brother, he had woken up in the middle of the night, afraid that somebody had killed you, afraid that he had failed you. “I’m supposed to be your hero, (name). He says, holding you tight once he calms down enough to lay back down. “But those dreams.. they make me fear that I failed you, that when you needed me the most, I failed you.”

His fear of failure had always been horrible, especially in the early days of his exile when you had first met Helel. But, they had never gotten this bad. “Helel, my moon, it’s okay.” You kiss his forehead, trying to comfort him the best you possibly could. “You have not failed me. You will never fail me.”

….

“(Name)…” He holds your hand while he watches your sleeping body, the one he knew was never going to wake up again. The rebels had gotten you, just as he had feared. After an argument, you had left to go to the gardens to cool off, and next thing he knew, you were laying on the ground screaming.

You had begged him to not let you die yet, that you wanted to grow old with him. Though it doesn’t seem like that dream will become a reality. He holds a knife in his hands, tears running down his cheeks as he lowers it down to you. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry..” he says in between sobs. “I can’t bear to see you in this much pain anymore.”

He was no longer your hero, how could Helel possibly call himself a hero when he was the one to kill you? He swore he’d protect you, but in the end he had been the reason you perished. Helel cups your cheeks with his shaking hands one last time as he kisses you. “I’ll always love you, I promise.”.

And with that, he gently takes the wedding ring on your finger and puts it on the same finger as his own, holding back his tears as he looks at you one last time.

….

“I wouldn’t be your hero..” he mumbles, placing the flowers in front of your gravestone. “I’d be nothing but a villain.” In a way, he’s right. Every single thing he had overthrown his brother for doing, he had done. He was no different than The Sun, and he was the very thing you wanted to remove from this world.

Helel was no longer the loving man he had been when he met you, instead the facade of the “Morningstar”, as he had begun to call himself, was presented by others. He was not the man you loved, not the man you had called your “hero”. Helel was nothing but the villain the two of you had sworn to destroy.

- yay all done! -

First time writing angst in a while.. it was fun, but all over the place lol. I love the idea that Helel was probably a softer person before he had become the Morningstar as we know him.. that he could have once been more similar to the normal Ithaqua. :D

#idv fandom #idv fanfic #idv headcanons #idv imagines #idv x reader #idv scenarios #idv matchup #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #ithaqua idv #night watch idv #identity 5 #identity v ithaqua

[xsugarysweetsx]

King iwaizumi with maid reader : with iwaizumi genuinely loves y/n but y/n thinks he’s just playing around . One night iwa is talking to oikawa saying how he is going to propose to someone and reader gets the wrong impression and stays away from iwa until iwa confronts her and proposes!!

A/N: Omg I'm getting Stone King flashbacks

please enjoy~

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"Your majesty-"

"Y/N, don't call me that. You know I'm serious about this. I love you!"

Here it was again. The ruler and king of Aoba Johsai was confessing his love to one of the castle servants- you. This happened about once a month when he'd come up with some plan to confess his love. That or he would straight out tell you, just like now.

"please, we've been through this. I Know you care about me but you know this can't work. Please don't play with my emotions.” You say picking up the basket of laundry and continue on your way. You felt bad with how you left him looking so hurt. However, you’ve heard stories where this never worked. The royal ends up either chooses someone else, or servant ends up getting in trouble or worse.

You couldn’t risk it.

Even if he was sweet, and charming…. And strong and handsome. That wasn't the point! It just..... Wouldn't work. Even if you wanted to. You had to admit at one point you did give in and you felt guilty about the entire thing. One night during a celebration you had a few things to drink and so did he.

He asked for you to come and help him with something. Before you knew it he was confessing to his hearts content, and his lips danced gracefully with yours. His hands were roaming your body holding you close to his body as the wall supported you both.

“Please, Marry me Y/N, I love you more than life itself. Be my wife, let me make you happy..please” you never hear a king beg, unless it was to the woman he longed for the most.

Things were getting heated, his lips found your neck and your corset began to become undone. That’s where you asked him to stop, you apologized for anything you had done and gone back to your own room. After that night Hajime knew what he wanted , and that was you.

Not in just a sexual way but he wanted you to be his wife, his queen, everything. However he wouldn’t force you either. So now he simply tries to confess as much as he could so you can understand his true feelings. Even if he had to try for the rest of his life he would.

How could he even explain it? You were so sweet, and caring, and smart and you were much tougher than anyone thought. It was like a surprise and it was always great to see you scare off even the biggest of people. You were in every way his perfect woman. Hell he had even bought you a ring….and you weren’t even his.

But, having this ring did give him an idea.

If he went to you and proposed with he ring then it would show just how serious he was! But of course he would have to prepare himself in case you’d reject him again…. He just felt toes feet deep connection with you…he didn’t want to lose it or you.

He spent about a week planning everything out. He had actually done the exact opposite from what everyone would expect. Only problem w we as that you had heard him planning things out with Oikawa.

“I will meet her at sunset and propose to her. She’s the only one for me and no one can ever compare to her. She will make a fine Queen and an even better wife” you heard him say. It couldn’t have been you….not with your status. Not with how many times you’ve rejected him. Even if you had every argument to not marry him…it still stung to hear he was planning a proposal to someone. Even though you had rejected him, you still felt the same motions towards him.

And so in order to cope with you you absolutely avoided him for about a week 🧍🏻‍♀️. This then lead him to command you to meet him the fields. Now since he commanded you they were direct orders you couldn’t ignore.

He got a simple bouquet of wild flowers, he dressed down and he had asked you to meet him in the fields that day at sunset. As you walk through the tall grass and wild flowers you see him leaning against a tree.

At first it didn’t look like him. He had no armor, or knights, no royal clothing. If anything you would have mistook him for someone from the village. He knew if he proposed to you as just a man and not a king, he would show you he’d give up everything if it meant to be with you.

“Your majesty…what are you-“

“Please, let me talk Y/N. Not as a king, or royalty…just as a man.” He said stepping close to you “I know I’ve been….pushy as of late. And I know what you think of me. However I love you. I love you more than the stars and sun combined. I ask you to marry me and become my wife. I will love you until the day I die, I will give you whatever makes you happy. Anything…I will even give up my kingdom to call you my wife.” He gets down on to one knee and pulls out the ring he had bought “Y/N, please let me make me the happiest man alive and marry me.”

He had hope in his eyes and sweat on his forehead. He hoped to have convinced you enough that his love was real and genuine. His face soon fell into one of worry seeing your eyes well up with tears and confusion.

“B-but I’m not who you’re proposing to..” you stated “I…we’re too different. Besides you planned this and it’s not for me, it can’t be.” You breathed out trying not to break down. He quickly rose to his feet

“What are talking about? Of course it’s you, it always has been” he said reaching out to you despite you shaking your head. He brings you against his chest “Y/N, there has never been anyone else. It’s always been you, I had planned this for you.”

“But we can’t…you’re a king and I-“

“And you, are perfect.” He said wiping your tears with his thumbs “whatever the advisors or other royals have to say they can say it to me and I’ll make sure to to have them swollen their words” he said with a serious tone “Y/N, be my wife…please.”

You just felt so much in the moment you couldn’t help but soon and cling to him. He was your rock, your support. He held you up and kissed your head as he stated you.

“Sshh, it’s going to be okay. I love you…I love you…I love you” he said between kisses as you both stood in the gels of flowers. The grass tickling your skin and the breeze drying your tears on your face. You finally look him the eyes and ask him

“…do you truly love me? You won’t find a mistress, or have me thrown into the dungeon for us being together?”

“I would never even think it, my Queen” with a gentle kiss to your forehead you felt grounded and reassured that, he was genuinely in love with you.

“Okay….I accept…Hajime.” You had finally said his name and it cussed him to pick you up in a passionate kiss. He had finally made you his.

he had finally gotten his Queen

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#iwazumi x reader #iwazumi hajime #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu royalty au #anime #anime x reader #fanfiction #hq imagines #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #king iwazumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi

[tiaetherealness]

Heaven Can Wait

Pairing: Rengoku Kyoujuro x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW, angel reader, mentions of God, since it sounded more natural than everything else I thought of lol, Mugen Train Arc, he lives don't worry, mentions of Blood and injury, Kamado and the gang is there, slow burn

WC: 4,106

Author's Note: I haven't posted something in a long ass time so hey! I've actually already posted this on ao3, then remembered I have this account 😭 here you go! I hope you enjoy this sfw piece <3

Part 1 of Gods Amongst Men

Your thoughts always come back to why you wander about the countryside. Perhaps you’re searching for a means to an end, or to find a piece of yourself that has departed once you spent decades amongst humans. You often find yourself staring at the large expanse of the sky, watching the clouds drift by, waiting and watching for a sign that points you back home. The ground hasn’t always been your home, but you were forced to make roots once God ordered you to roam amongst humans. You miss the sky, deeply. But you can’t go back until told to. 

So, you wonder. Watch as the locals live their lives and live amongst the rules they created. Watch the sky turn from a bright azure, to a blossoming orange, then to a dark navy speckled with stars. The sky may be your home, but the ground has endless beauty as well. 

Sometimes, the beauty you've admired gets tainted by evil beings. Demons. 

You’ve encountered plenty throughout your journey. They were mostly confused by your presence, knowing that you’re not human but definitely not demon either. Some either left you alone completely, or they attacked to figure out what you are. The latter decides their fate, facing the end of their lives once they’re subjected to your powers. They may be beings of darkness, but you’re a being of light. And light is how they will perish. 

Eventually, you learn more about the demons and the people slaying them. They’re brave humans, protecting the rest of humanity from things seen in their wildest dreams. You’ve also encountered many slayers in your journey, but you silently watched from the sidelines. You’re not meant to get close, for them to catch a glimpse of your presence, or else. 

But when you see the three young demon slayers you’ve always encountered on your journey, you follow them aboard Mugen Train. 

You’ve become fond of Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke. Watching their journey has been a heartfelt one compared to your monotone life of people watching. They’re brave and powerful young men who want to destroy the demons once and for all, and to protect the unprotected. Their souls are pure, not a drop of evil to corrupt them despite seeing evil their whole lives. 

Though you realize they sense out evil easily like you do, and the train is oozing out dark intent. 

The machine is filled with people, and you’re immediately uncomfortable with the noise and the motion. The humans barely spare you a glance, your concealment power working at an all time high to make it seem as if they saw nothing at all. Just a speck in their peripheral vision. You took an empty seat near the trio who was talking to someone, though you couldn’t see them. Once Zenitsu and Inosuke moved away, your heart skipped. 

He is the embodiment of fire, the intensity of a sunset. He's beautiful and so is his soul.

His red-orange eyes match his hair that brushes his chest. A genuine smile graces his face as he speaks to Tanjiro with a boisterous voice. Beside him in a smoky sheen is his mother who watches over him. She gives you a little bow once she notices you, and then continues to watch over her son. You learn that his name is Rengoku Kyoujuro, and he’s a demon slayer as well. A hashira, as Tanjiro told his friends. You don’t know exactly what a hashira is, but you have an idea that it's someone powerful enough to protect people. 

You observe Kyoujuro and his mannerism, seeing that he’s just as warm as he looks. He cares deeply about the young slayers and takes care of them like an older brother. He feeds them with the bentos he has and offers to take them under his wing to get stronger. Somehow in the conversation he has with Tanjiro, he turns directly to you. He made direct eye contact and he gave you a small smile. 

The action is harmless but you felt a sense of dread overcome your senses. Either he’s powerful enough to sense you or he's going to…

As soon as that thought pops up, everything goes wrong.

Demons start appearing on the train, causing the passengers to panic. Immediately, the slayers unsheathe their swords and made their move. Rengoku directed his attention to the passengers on the cart and whisked them away with speed, before coming back to face the demons. You stand at the back of the cart and watch as he kills the demons with his flame style, a burst of red and orange lighting up the cart. You watch in awe. He reminds you of the sky, your home that's so close yet so far. 

You took a step forward to get a closer glimpse, but a limb from the demon that encases the train darts towards you. You only had a moment to put your hand up to defend yourself, but Tanjiro cut the limb off. You both met eyes at that moment, and he gave you a nod before darting off. He sees you too…?

You stood back for a moment, thinking. Tanjiro must’ve noticed you the whole time but chose not to approach you because you clearly kept your distance. Somehow in this situation, your heart warms at the gesture. He would be a good angel. Maybe even better than you. 

Hearing a shout, you look in front of you to see everyone splitting up. Tanjiro and Inosuke went towards the front, Zenitsu stayed with the box that Tanjiro carries around, and Rengoku is heading towards you. You realized that you were standing in front of the door that leads to the train cars in the back. Your hands trembled slightly. Should you help them? Would you be punished if you do? 

“Please stand back. I’ll keep you safe!” Rengoku tells you. 

You move aside so that he can enter the next car that will inevitably be filled with demons. You watch as he pulls the door open and steps through with a confident gait. He seems so sure of himself, that he’ll exterminate the demons for good to protect the passengers left on the train. You felt a buzzing in your chest watching him go. It's a feeling that you haven’t felt for so long while wondering amongst the humans. Maybe you can break the rules and involve yourself in human affairs. Maybe…maybe you can protect people too. 

The air around you changed as you felt determination. You move from your spot and quickly follow after Rengoku, grabbing the ends of his haori that flowed as he walked. He stills when he feels the pull and glances back with a questioning glint in his eye. 

“I— I want to help!” You shouted unintentionally. 

He turns around, causing his haori to slip through your fingers. Your hands lay limp on your sides as you glance up at him. His expression is serious, a far cry from the one you observed earlier. 

“I refuse to let a civilian help me. You shouldn’t be in harm's way.”

Your hands curl into fist. “I will help, no matter what you say! I can defend myself and protect the civilians also!”

He moves closer, his face inches from yours. You stood still, watching and waiting for a signal. He stares straight into your eyes, searching for why. Why would a simple civilian sacrifice themselves for others? Are you not scared? What do you gain from this? As if sensing the seriousness of your commitment, he straightens up and crosses his arms. His expression is less severe, but there is still hesitation in his bright gaze. 

“I’ll let you help because I see the passion in your gaze. But, I still wonder how you'll defend yourself and the citizens on the train. You are quite empty handed!”

Your shoulders lose their tension as you sigh in relief. You gave Rengoku one of your rare smiles. It feels odd on your face, but it's genuine. “Don’t worry about me.”

It's a simple statement, but it held a lot of weight. Rengoku gives you a nod and you both venture deeper into the car. You stayed behind him when he fought the demons he encountered and helped the passengers that were heavily bleeding. You took down the concealment magic so that the humans can face you fully and take you in. Many of them were scared, but the sight of you calmed them down. Their faces changed from awe to gratefulness once you used your healing powers on them. It was slightly draining to use your powers, gaining more strength in the day rather than the night where the demons roam. You hope you have enough in you to save who you can before the sun rises again. The night feels exceptionally endless at this time. 

The only reprieve you have is when Kyoujuro uses his flame breathing. The heat of it reminds you of the sun beating down on your back as you explore the countryside. It's so closely related to the sun that you gain back some powers little by little. You couldn’t help but think about how amazing he is. He is blessed by God. 

You both move through the cars quickly by saving passengers and eliminating demons as much as possible. When the last demon is slayed, there is a rumble in the cars that indicates something is wrong. Rengoku quickly sheaths his sword and meets your gaze. 

“I’m going to assume Young Tanjiro and the boar kid defeated the demon controlling the train—”

The train gave a dangerous lurch and you grabbed on to Rengoku to keep upright. He feels warm and sturdy under your palms, the strength he shows reflected on his physique. You made a move to let go of him, but he clasps his hand to yours. 

“We must go!” He says, tugging you to the back of the train where it opens up to the outside. 

Fresh air greets you both. It's such a starch reminder to the smell of death and evil in the cars. You both were face to face with the twinkling stars, the balls of light too far to feel the desperation that’s steadily coming off the train. The wind whips both of your hair around and Rengoku-san lets go of your hand. Instead, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. Your heart sped up at the closeness, your hand still tingling from holding his hand moments before. 

“Hold on tight!” He yells out, before jumping off the train.

You grip his uniform tightly, feeling the weightlessness of being in the air. You felt the ache in your back as if you were flying with your wings again. You haven’t done that for a long time, restricting yourself to walk everywhere like humans do. You came to that aching realization that you are not happy in the position you put yourself in. A fraction of yourself truly left when you made yourself a home on the ground. 

Feeling gravity pull both of you down, the ground became your base again. He removes his arm from around your waist and you slowly release your grip from his uniform. You move back and glance at him. 

“Are you alright? I hope I didn’t scare you.” He asks, referring to the jump. 

You shook your head no and he gave a closed-eye smile. 

The dirt cloud that erupted from the crashed train dispersed slowly. When it was gone, you took a look around. The train cars were stacked near each other hazardously, passengers slowly trickling out injured. You see Inosuke helping, pulling them out from the wreckage. Zenitsu is nowhere to be found, but you sense that he’s alive somewhere. You look left and right, wondering where Tanjiro is. You eventually see him lying on the ground, breathing a bit harshly since he’s injured. You tug on Kyoujuro’s haori, signaling to follow you. 

You both reach him and Tanjiro looks up. “Rengoku-san…!”

Rengoku tells him to breathe and focus on his wound to close it up. You knew being a demon slayer makes humans a bit more powerful, but you weren’t aware of their capabilities. You observe for a moment, then decide to look for Zenitsu since they don't need you. You told Rengoku  your plan and he nodded. 

“Please be careful. There can still be demons roaming around.” He warns you.

You keep the warning in mind, but you’re aware of your own abilities. Humans love to worry, from what you’ve observed. They can’t help but to fret over others, and it’s lovely seeing it, but you don't know how to take it when someone else worries over you. Kyoujuro made you ponder over so much in so little time. It’s exhilarating and scary at the same time. 

You walk around, following the feeling in your gut. It pulls you to the other side of the train where Zenitsu is. He’s on the ground holding a couple of women who he protected from the crash. They were all passed out but alive and well. You kneel down and separate them all to get a clearer sense of their injuries. You healed the two girls and Zenitsu. The last girl on the other hand, is a demon. She gave off the same energy as Tanjiro. Maybe she’s the one he carries in the box…? Tanjiro is proving to be more interesting than you thought. 

You got up to help the other passengers, but you froze once you felt the hairs on your arm standup. Something is very wrong. It’s worse than the demon that controlled the train. 

You immediately ran back to the spot where you left Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Rengoku. You slowed down when you caught sight of Kyoujuro fighting a demon. They were head to head, not backing down from each other with mounting speed. This demon feels powerful enough to completely overpower the blonde. The thought you had when you first met him is making sense with each blow of his sword and the demon's fist. 

He’s going to die in this battle. The one person that made you feel very human for the first time will perish once the sun is up. 

You want to intervene. You should intervene, since he’s a high ranking member of the demon slayer corps, but it's against the cycle of life to do so. Regardless of his place and value in the human hierarchy, you cannot stop the angel of death from taking him, lest you lose your place as an angel for the rest of the millennium. For the first time in forever, you pray. You prayed to God hoping they would hear the pleas from one of their angels, hoping they would spare Rengoku and let him walk from this battle alive. 

You quickly move to where Tanjiro and Inosuke are, who is watching the battle with their breaths held. They barely spare you a glance, and you understand their sentiment. You couldn’t take your eyes away either. Tanjiro makes a move to help the hashira, but Rengoku yells at him to stay put and heal. The demon, which you learn is called Akaza, is desperate to turn Kyoujuro into a demon and he refuses. Sensing the blonde's unwavering resolve, the demon promises to kill him in this battle. 

They continue to clash, Rengoku cutting down what he can of Akaza and the demon regenerating quickly. Akaza got him at certain times, causing him to bleed out. You flinch seeing the blood splatter, feeling quite helpless. You can sense the same emotions erupting from Tanjiro and Inosuke. Eventually there is a standstill between Akaza and Rengoku. 

“I can see you becoming tired Rengoku-san. Become a demon and you won’t ever have to feel tired again.” Akaza says out loud in a demanding tone. 

“I refuse!” Rengoku yells out. 

You see him change his footing and grip his blade tighter, preparing for another attack. He mutters out a breath style, one that you haven’t seen yet. Suddenly, a large wave of heat hits you as Rengoku runs towards Akaza without stopping. He’s faster than before, a much stronger attack meant to kill off Akaza for good. The flames around him form into something akin to a dragon, large and imposing, meant to intimidate the opponent. For a moment, you feel hope thinking God heard your prayers. 

You watch as the arch of his sword comes down on Akaza’s neck. It sank into his neck and slowly cut through. You saw the panic in the demon’s eyes, before he did a move you couldn’t see. The flames died out abruptly as Rengoku became very still. You heard a gasp right next to you, from Zenitsu who woke up moments before, forcing you to look closer. What you saw caused a numbness to take over. Akaza punched right through his abdomen. 

You turned your face upwards, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. You let it out and opened your eyes, staring into the sky. It’s not as dark as it once was, turning a lighter blue indicating the sun is coming up soon. You look towards the horizon, skipping over the scene of Akaza and Rengoku entirely, to see the angel of death slowly making their appearance. They’re making their slow ascent to the scene, barely a blip in the distance. Only you can see them, but even Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke can sense death approaching with how still they’ve gotten. 

Akaza glances behind him, seeing the sun steadily coming up. He moves away from Rengoku quickly. Tanjiro, who has been down the whole time, gets up and jogs after Akaza. The demon slowly backs into the forest, seeing the first rays of the sun painting the ground a muted yellow and Tanjiro, who plans to stop him where he stands. He makes a run into the forest without looking back. Tanjiro chases after him, stands right at the edge, and uses his breath style to pierce the sword right in Akaza’s retreating back. 

“Come back here you bastard!”

“Why do we always have to face you in the dark?! Face us in the sun you bastard!”

“You coward!”

You, Inosuke, and Zenitsu watch Tanjiro yell his heart out. You turn towards the horizon to see how close the angel of death is, noticing that they’re way closer than before. The spirit of Rengoku’s mom is hovering over her son with a sad smile on her face, yet waiting to meet him on the other side. You feel hot and cold, wondering what you should do in this situation. 

Tanjiro collapses on his knees in front of Rengoku, tears steadily falling down. You see them talking, but you were only focusing on the blonde's life force that’s draining. You took a step, then another, and another, forcing yourself to kneel next to Tanjiro as well. The pair looks at you, but you didn’t meet their gaze, looking behind you to see how much time you have left. You can see the black cloak the angel of death wears looming closer. You turn back to look at the spirit of Rengoku-san’s mother who’s standing behind him, to Tanjiro, to Zenitsu, and then Inosuke. Lastly, you look at Kyoujuro. 

Everyone is staring at you, waiting to see what you’ll do in this dire situation. It seems as if there's nothing left to do, but you have one thing left. One thing that can save him. 

“You will continue to set your heart ablaze, Rengoku-san.” You say simply.

You grab one of his limp hands with both of yours and place it gently over your heart. The sun is higher in the sky, the rays highlighting your ethereal features that were hidden in the dark. Your wings that are usually hidden with your concealment powers blossom open for the first time in decades, causing the slayers to gasp in shock. They were pure white, almost shining iridescent in the bright rays. You slowly transform into your true form, causing your kimono to fall away for a white silk robe with golden embellishments.  

“She looks like…!” Inosuke starts. 

“An angel…” Zenitsu finishes slowly.

Tanjiro and Rengoku sat in silent awe, not knowing what to say. The power that was draining out of you in the darkness grew with the sunrise, causing you to be final in your decision. You close your eyes and focus on giving away some of your life force to Kyoujuro to keep him alive. He gasps and falls forward, feeling the effects of your power. Tanjiro hurriedly held him upwards to avoid breaking the connection you both have. 

You felt yourself sweating, the task being arduous and rushed since the angel of death is right behind you. Once you deem it enough, you let go of him and shook your head, feeling quite dizzy and weak. The glow around you dims and you feel multiple pairs of hands on you to prevent you from falling back. You look back to see Zenitsu and Inosuke holding you up, being careful not to ruffle your wings. You look forward, seeing Rengoku passed out, but alive. His gaping wound is closed, leaving over a pink bruise. His eye on the other hand, didn’t heal. 

You feel a wave of tiredness taking over, but you force your eyes open. You didn’t think this decision through, but you don’t regret it. Feeling a cold prickling sensation take over you suddenly, you look up to see the angel of death looming over you. They silently observe you and Rengoku, before scoffing. 

“You of all beings should know that you’re not supposed to mess with the natural order. Rengoku Kyoujuro may live, but it will come with a price. You will both be punished in the near future.” 

When you blinked, they were gone. The message they left reverberates in your mind, but you didn’t care at the moment. It’s too late to take back what you did, you’ll face the consequences. You glance one more time to Kyoujuro’s mom, who sends you a grateful smile for keeping her son alive. She vanishes, leaving the five of you behind. 

“Thank you.” Tanjiro whispers. 

The tears that were once sad on his face are now grateful. You gave him a small smile. “Please continue to look over Rengoku-san, Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu.”

The young slayers bursted into more tears. You couldn’t help but laugh. You laugh at seeing them cry. You laugh at everything that has happened. You laugh at saving a human which is breaking a sacred rule. They look at you in surprise, but let you go through your emotions. 

After a certain point, you stopped laughing and sat up. You sensed multiple footsteps approaching from the distance, a sign telling you to go. You stood up on shaky legs and fluttered your wings. The young slayers all spoke at the same time. 

“Are you leaving?”

“She’s leaving??? Please don’t go!”

“Oi! How can you leave after all this?!”

You frown. You didn’t want to go but you’re not supposed to be seen in the first place. Rengoku will probably go through changes that regular humans wouldn’t understand since you gave him a piece of you to fully heal, but you were sent on a mission. You were sent to observe the humans, not get into their affairs. You can’t abandon that. 

“I’m sorry,” you say sadly. “But I cannot stay and compromise myself in the process. I’m not supposed to be seen by humans.” You finish. 

“But—” Tanjiro starts. You cut him off. 

“You will see me again,” you said with a bittersweet smile. “Tell Kyoujuro that I will always be near.”

You gave each of them a head pat as a last goodbye. When they blinked, you were gone. Before they could speak, they were surrounded by the kakushi who were checking their injuries and asking questions. With all this commotion, they never had a chance to talk about you or what you had done to save the flame hashira. It’s a secret they kept for late night conversation in the butterfly mansion when everyone is asleep. 

When the sky goes from an azure, to a blossoming orange, and a dark navy speckled with stars, they think of you. They think of the sacrifice you’ve made and wonder where you are now. If you’re looking at the sky like they are. One thing they agree on is waiting, like they promised. 

They will patiently wait, until they see you again.

#tia thoughts 🧚‍♀️ #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #rengoku x y/n #kyojuro x you #kimetsu no yaiba rengoku #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro my beloved #I absolutely love that tag lmao #kny imagines #kyoujurou x reader #kny kyojuro

[angelasscribbles]

Savage Love Chapter 13: Rooftop

 Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Warnings: sexual depiction

Song Inspiration: One Day by Imagine Dragons

Word Count: 3,154

My other stuff: Master List.

I made sure no one was following me as I slipped down the west hallway and climbed up a little used staircase to the roof.

I arrived on the palace rooftop just in time to watch night fall across the sky, swallowing the reds and blues as a black velvet curtain studded with sparkling diamonds took their place.

“Riley, over here!” I tore my eyes away from the sunset to find Liam smiling at me, gesturing toward a thick, wool blanket spread on the ground. There was large picnic basket on one side and bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne in it.

“What’s all this?” I asked him as our hands clasped and I leaned forward to drop a quick kiss on his cheek.

“I thought you might like some dessert. I have chocolate covered strawberries in here, freshly baked baklava, and some chocolate mousse. I wasn’t sure what you would prefer. Here, sit.”

I sat as I breathed in the night air, “Liam, it’s beautiful up here at night.” The stars glittered brightly above us, and though I knew it wasn’t true, they looked close enough to touch, as if I could reach my hand out and scoop them from the sky.

“It is.” He responded. I glanced at him to find his eyes locked on me. I shivered partly due to the night air, partly to the intensity I saw in his eyes.

“Are you cold?” He asked me.

“It’s a little chilly.”

“Here.” He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it across my shoulders.

“Thanks, but aren’t you going to be cold now?”

“No. My shirt has long sleeves, this dress you’re in doesn’t even have sleeves. Not that it needs them, I mean, you don’t- ah, you look good in anything…everything…” He paused and looked away as a flush crept across his face.

“Are you ok?”

He looked back at me sheepishly, “You have a way of knocking me off balance, that’s all.”

I arched an eyebrow at him, “Sorry?”

He laughed, “Don’t be sorry. It’s a good thing. Would you like some champagne?”

“Sure.”

He produced two elegant long stemmed champagne flutes from the basket and filled them, handing me one. His fingers brushed mine as I took it. There was an undeniable spark every time we touched.

“To the Via Imperii.” He said.

“What?” I laughed.

“I know they’re the bad guys, but if not for them, I’d still be fruitlessly looking for you.” He tipped his glass toward me, and I tapped it with my own.

“Would you?” I asked as I raised the flute to my mouth to drink.

“Yes.” He scooted closer to me, “The night we spent together in New York was magical and not just because of the sex, which was fucking amazing by the way, but because of you! A total stranger said they wanted to see the statue of liberty and you went out of your way to make that happen, just to make me smile, no other motive.”

“What other motive would there be?”

“Trust me, when people know who I am, or rather, what my position is, the motive is always to curry favor.” He sat his glass down then took mine and sat it next to his. “But you’re not like that, even now. You know who I am, but you don’t treat me any differently than you did in New York.”

“I’m used to being around royalty, Liam, it’s not that big of a deal to me.”

“Even so. There are ladies here from other royal families and you see how they fawn all over Leo and they don’t even know him. They want to marry him to advance their own social position.”

I frowned, “Yeah. I’m definitely the opposite of that. I literally ran away from home to avoid being married off to some prince or duke in the interest of  making alliances.”

He took my hands in his and searched my face, his face scrunched in concern, “Your parents would have forced you to marry someone against your will?”

“Well…no, but the pressure to find a suitable match can be pretty intense.”

He nodded, “Yes, I’m aware. I’m not even the heir, I’m the spare and the pressure is phenomenal. I can’t imagine how Leo feels.”

“Speaking of Leo…do you think he’s been acting weird lately?”

“What do you mean?”        

“I don’t know what I mean. When did he start having you sit in on meetings with him?”

“I’ve always done it to some extent, but the last few days he’s had me following him everywhere. Frankly, it’s exhausting.”

“Hm.”

“Why? What are you thinking?”

“I…I’m not sure and it’s probably nothing. Let’s not talk about Leo right now. You were telling me how you would have kept searching for me?” I teased.

“Forever, to the ends of the earth.” He breathed out ardently.

I started to laugh, but his expression was so serious as his eyes ran across my face that it caught in my throat. Unlike Drake with his often inscrutable mien, Liam wore every thought and emotion on his face. At least with me he did. It was kind of endearing.

“How are you like this?” Slipped out before I could censor myself.

“Like what?”

“Most men in your position are arrogant, entitled, self-absorbed, narcissistic-“

His laugh was pure and clear and there was no artifice in it. “Tell me how you really feel!”

His laugh made me happy, and without thinking, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. He became serious in an instant as his arms wrapped around me and he returned the kiss. My entire body relaxed into it, he was a really good kisser, but it wasn’t just that. The sparks that flew between us were powerful, potent and it was hard to think straight when his body was pressed against mine.

So, I didn’t. Think, that is. I let my body run on pure instinct and my instincts were all over him. I ran a hand through his hair as I deepened the kiss. He moaned softly against my lips. I pulled back from his mouth only to attack the side of his neck. I inhaled deeply, the musky scent of him causing my heart rate to speed up and sending a shockwave of heat plunging straight to my center. I bit gently at his earlobe before running my tongue around the shell. I felt him shudder as I scraped my teeth down the side of his neck before latching on and sucking the delicate skin there into my mouth. Loud whimpers broke out of him as he tugged me tighter against him.

I pulled back and giggled, “Sorry, that’s going to leave a mark.”

“Leave marks. Leave all the marks you want, I like it.” He instructed as he pulled my head down on the other side of his neck. He did seem to like it, a lot, so I complied. Who was I to deny him? When I was done, he was marked from the front of his throat, around both sides, and trailing up one side to the area behind his ear.

I moved back a little and surveyed my handiwork with satisfaction. “Yeah, that’s definitely going to show.”

“Good.”

“People are going to ask questions.”

“I don’t care. When they start to fade, will you mark me again?” He asked.

“If that’s what you want.” I laughed.

He was serious when he told me, “It is. I want your marks on me. I’m yours, Riley, and I don’t care who knows it.”

“Liam, I-“

“Don’t worry, I know I can’t tell anyone because you’re undercover and all that.”

That wasn’t really my biggest concern. I knew Liam wasn’t going to do anything to blow my cover or compromise the investigation. It was the I’m yours comment that concerned me. While I can’t deny that it sent a thrill through me, I felt like maybe I needed to reiterate that this wasn’t going anywhere.

My protests were cut off when his mouth connected with my neck, the warmth of his tongue, the gentle scrape of his teeth and the feel of his hands as they began to explore my body conspired to make me forget what I was supposed to be protesting.  

He pushed his jacket off my shoulders, and I shivered, but not from the cold, as his mouth dipped down to suck at the soft flesh exposed by the low cut of my dress. He cupped a breast in each hand and his thumbs ran across the hard points of my nipples as they pushed against the thin fabric covering them. My head fell back as my hands grabbed his, pushing it into my chest. My body arched up to meet him as little sounds of pleasure bubbled to the surface and broke forth from my mouth.

My sounds of arousal provoked some arousal of his own. His lips moved back up to mine as his hands went behind me to fumble with my zipper. By the time he managed to pull it down, I had his shirt unbuttoned. His mouth was still on mine as he helped the dress slide down my body.

I pulled him down on top of me as I eased back onto the blanket. His lips glided across my face, neck and shoulders before finding my breasts again, his tongue gliding and flicking across my erect nipples. Every lick, every suck, every gentle nip sent sparks twisting through me, tiny shockwaves of pleasure pulsing along every neural path in my body.

“Liam.” I breathed as I pushed up against his body while pulling him back up by his hair. My hands went to his pants, helping him out of them.

His eyes locked on mine as he entered me. I stared back into deep pools of onyx, almost as dark as the night around us, making me certain that drowning in them would make death worth it. His body moved on top of mine, each thrust a new wave of ecstasy washing over me, building slowly in pace and intensity as I lost myself in tactile sensuality. Then he hit just the right spot deep inside me, just the right way and I crashed over the edge, taking him with me as my legs wrapped around him, my nails dug into him, and my teeth sank into his chest.

He cried out my name as he pulsed inside of me, burying himself as deep as possible as he collapsed on top of me, his breath in my ear, his sweat drenched chest slick as it rested against me. I drew my nails lightly down his back, delighted by the shivers I provoked.

He maintained his position between my legs as he laid gentle kisses along my hairline, jaw and neck, his hot breath a sharp contrast to the chill of the night around us.

I gazed up at the stars, bright pinpricks of light dotting the sky all around us as I luxuriated in the sensation of his mouth on my skin, the intoxicating scent of him and feel of his hair as my fingers ran through it, soft, silky, smooth. I sighed as a sense of peace and contentment stole over me.

Liam shattered that sense of peace and contentment when he gazed down at me and said, “Riley, I think I lo-“

“No!” My fingers flew to his lips in a panic, pressing against them, “Please, don’t say it! I told you, I’m only here until we take down the Via Imperii, then I’ll be moving on to whatever assignment comes next.”

He was quite for a moment, considering that, then he lifted his eyes back to mine and asked, “But you know where I am now, you could visit-“

“What kind of a relationship would that be? Not seeing each other for weeks, months at a time? You might not even know where I’m at for huge stretches of time.” I said as I pushed him off me and sat up, reaching for my dress.

“I’m ok with that.” He stood, pulling his pants back on as he watched me.

“How could you be ok with that?” I asked as I stood to slip back into my dress.                                   

Liam hurried over so he could pull the zipper up for me, “Riley, you’re worth the wait.”

I smiled sadly as I turned to face him, shaking my head, “I wouldn’t ask you to do that, sit around and wait on me. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

His face broke out in that Christmas morning grin, I looked at him as confusion swirled through my chest. I was delivering bad news, why did he look like he’d just won the lottery? “You care about my feelings?” He asked as he buttoned his shirt.

What was he so happy about? Of course I didn’t want to hurt him, he was sweet, caring, genuine and I’m not a monster. “Yes, Liam. You’re a good person. You don’t deserve to be hurt.”

The grin only intensified, “You care about my feelings because you care about me!” He practically crowed with delight.

“I mean….yes…” I responded carefully, “You’re my friend, I don’t want to see you get hurt. Even by me.” Especially by me.

He picked his jacket up off the ground and draped it across my shoulders again. “You’re not as cold hearted as you like to project, Riley.”

“Liam, we’re just friends.” I told him as I resumed sitting on the blanket and snuggled into the warmth of his jacket.

He waggled his eyebrows at me playfully as he sat beside me, “Friends with benefits?”

“Obviously.” I laughed.

“Mmm.” He gave me an appraising look.

“What?”

He turned back to the picnic basket and started unpacking it. “I mean…you say we’re just friends, but we’ve been on two dates now.” He gave me a teasing grin, but I knew he meant it. He was still determined to turn this into a relationship.

He held out the baklava and I shook my head, pointing to the chocolate mousse instead. I grunted in consternation as I took it, “Liam, I mean it! I don’t do relationships!”

He gave me an elaborate shrug, “I don’t care what we call it. It doesn’t have to be a relationship. How about…a situationship?”

“A…what?” I couldn’t help it; I threw my head back and laughed. He was good at making me laugh.

“A situationship. This,” He gestured back and forth between us, “this situation we find ourselves in…it’s a situationship.”

I snorted, loudly, “Sorry!” I said as I choked on my laughter.

“Don’t be sorry, I love your laugh, snorting and all. I like that I can make you laugh that hard.” He piled a paper plate with baklava and we sat in a comfortable silence for a while as we ate.

“Mmm, this is really good!” I told him, “To die for!”

“That good, really?”

“Yes!” I assured him, nodding vigorously, “You want to try some?” I held a spoonful out to him, and he leaned forward with a mischievous grin. He licked the mousse off the spoon pretty damn seductively. If he was trying to get my attention, he had it. “Damn.”

He sat back with a smug smile. “Can I ask you a question?”

“I think you can pretty much ask me whatever you want right now.”

“If you weren’t an undercover agent, would you date me?”

I considered that as I scraped my spoon along the inside of the glass. Finally, I nodded as I took the last bite, then I answered him, “Any woman would be lucky to date you, Liam. You’re hilarious and you’re smart, kind, considerate, hot as hell, a good kisser, I mean…. Sure, if I wasn’t me….if I didn’t do what I do for a living and I was a stable, normal person then yes, I would date you.”

He nodded thoughtfully like I’d just confirmed something he already knew. “Do you have friends?”

“What?”

“I know you have family. Do you visit them?”

“Yeah. When I can.”

“Do you have friends you visit?”

“A few I suppose.”

“So, we’ve established that you like me, that you consider me a friend, that you’d date me if you did the dating thing, I make you laugh…”

“Ok…” I watched him suspiciously, “What’s your point?”

“What’s to stop you from coming to visit me, after this is all over? If we’re just friends and you visit your friends, and we have fun when we’re together….” He spread his hands out in front of him, “What’s the problem?”

“The problem is that you want more than that, Liam, and I can’t give it to you.”

“I do want more than that, Riley. But I’ll take what I can get. So, I think you should come visit.”

“Maybe…”

“It’s ok, I get it. You’re afraid if you do, you’ll fall in love with me, I understand. I’ve been told I’m pretty irresistible.” He teased as he packed up the picnic basket.

I laughed, “Ok, fine. I suppose I could come visit, occasionally. It’d be nice to see you again. And Leo and Drake.”

“Drake, yeah.” He shot me a sidelong glance.

“If I came to visit, I’d want to see Drake too. Does that bother you?”

He didn’t even think about it, “No. I don’t care what you do with him. I just don’t want you to stop doing this with me.”

“That’s very enlightened of you.”

He shrugged again, “I lo- I like you, Riley, a lot. I’m not trying to own you, control you or stake a claim to you. I just want to keep spending time with you, I like talking to you. I feel a connection with you, like we’ve known each other forever somehow. I know I can tell you anything and I hope you feel the same way about me.”

He looked away. It was dark, but I’d bet money he was blushing. I reached over and took his hand, “I do. I’m glad you trust me, Liam. And I like spending time with and talking to you too.”

His eyes found mine as he said, “I know I could make you happy, Riley, if you ever decide to let me.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I said, “We should probably get inside; it’s getting windy up here.”

“Of course!” He jumped to his feet so that he could help me to mine. He quickly folded the blanket, placing it into the picnic basket before asking, “May I escort you to your room?”

I smiled up at him, “I was hoping you’d escort me to yours.”

His Christmas morning smile was back in place as he scooped the basket off the ground then offered me his arm, “I would absolutely love to!”

#savage love #angelasscribbles #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #trr #choices #liam rys #drake walker #agent riley brooks #the royal romance fanfic #the royal romance #choices stories you play #liam x riley #drake x riley #love triangle

[qwerty-between-the-lines]

Percy Jackson/Kingdom Hearts crossover continued

Frank: Wow, Jason. Sounds like you had quite a dream last night. Are you sure that this whole thing about a parallel universe wasn't just a dream?

Jason: Of course not! I told you that Saturn showed it to me.

Annabeth: ...but that's not good Jason. Saturn is the other half of Kronos, and from what you told us - he's already planning to cash in a favor with a descendent of yours.

Frank: That's far in the future though, Annabeth. It doesn't really concern us. At the end of the day, we have to live our lives in the present, just like everybody else. Make the most of the present, like Epicurus said.

Annabeth: I don't need you to quote Greek wisdom to me, Frank. Point taken.

Frank: Moving on then. I'd like to see this parallel universe and these other 'selves' Jason talked about.

Annabeth: ...but Frank, not if it means getting help from Kronos!

???: She's right, you know.

Jason: That voice...

Annabeth: (turns) Lady Hekate!

Hekate: You want to see what Jason saw, Frank Zhang? In a way you should be glad that you cannot. Crossing between parallel existences can have unpredictable consequences.

Frank: You won't help us?

Hekate: I advise against it, of course, but as your girlfriend Hazel would tell you - I never try to prevent people from choosing the course that they decide.

Hekate: (holds out an orange-red gemstone) That other world exists in twilight. If you want to go there, go to the beach in the hour before sunset and hold up the stone toward the sun.

Frank: (accepts stone) Gee, thanks a lot Lady Hekate.

Hekate: I'm only helping you because I worry you might reach out to Saturn if I don't. I could just turn you all into dolphins, which is undoubtedly what Dionysus would do if he knew about this. Again though - that isn't my way. This is your path.

The three of them spent the afternoon debating about who they should tell, but ultimately it was decided that word might somehow get to Dionysus if they told.

In the end, it was decided that even Percy should be excluded. Annabeth didn't like what Jason had said about Percy's parallel counterpart Roxas being two halves.

The hour before sunset came, and the three of them stood on the beach of Long Island Sound.

Frank tried raising the stone, but nothing happened.

Frank: That's odd...

Annabeth: You must be doing something wrong. Hekate's magic doesn't fail. We just need to think about her instructions more.

Annabeth pondered over it for several moments, and then it dawned on her. Getting the stone to work was a riddle of sorts!

Annabeth: Hey Frank, when Hekate said hold the stone up to the sun, I think that means you can't just hold it up to the sky. You have to envision holding the stone up to the sun. It isn't enough just to raise the stone up.

Frank: I'll try it.

Frank raised the stone, envisioning the sun as the god Helios, ready to take the stone from him.

There was no doubt about the magic this time...

The very air around them seemed to come apart. They found themselves suddenly pummeled by a mighty gale force wind.

When the wind blew over and everything came into focus, they were standing in an open sandlot, under a twilight sky.

Jason knew immediately that this wasn't like the last time, when Saturn had merely shown him shadows and images. Hekate's magic had really brought them to that other place.

From the looks of it, the sandlot was in the center of a rather large city. It looked a lot like the city from Jason's dream.

The three demigods could hear a train moving over tracks in the distance.

???: What are you three doing here?

Annabeth, Jason, and Frank almost jumped out of their skins at the unexpected intrusion. They turned and found themselves facing three teenagers - probably not much younger than themselves.

One of the teens was a muscular guy with spiky black hair, wearing a red tank top and baggy sports pants. He was flanked by a girl with silver hair, and a less muscular guy with a black beanie.

The silver-haired girl pointed at them.

???: Strangers!

Black beanie boy: (chuckles) Fuu likes to state the obvious. She isn't one for many words. The dude with the spiky hair is Rai, and I'm Seifer. We're the Twilight Town Discipline Committee.

Rai: Yeah! The Twilight Town Discipline Committee! Ya know?

Fuu: (points at Frank) Trouble!

Seifer: You hear that? I think Fuu probably has you pegged about right. You're troublemakers.

Jason: Wait! We're troublemakers? You just met us.

Rai: Yeah, but you're outsiders. Ya know?

???: Aw, leave 'em alone Rai!

Jason recognized the guy who said that from his dream. It was that Roxas guy, and he was flanked by Hayner, Pence, and Olette.

Seifer: (assumes fighting stance) Were you planning to interrupt our disciplinary measures? Not wise, Roxas.

Hayner: (raising fists) We're ready for ya, Seifer. We won't back down!

Seifer: (smirks) Whatever. We've got bigger fish to fry anyway. These outsiders seem hardly worth the effort.

Fuu: Losers!

Seifer laughed heartily as he and his friends departed.

Roxas: Don't mind them. They're mostly hot air. Seifer thinks he has some unexplained right to rule this town and tell other kids what to do.

Frank: That's weird. Wonder what his problem is...

Hayner: Don't sweat over it. I'm Hayner by the way. He's Roxas... Pence... and the cute one is Olette.

Jason: I kind of already knew that. It'll sound strange to you, but I saw all of you in a dream.

Hayner raised his eyebrow skeptically.

Hayner: (smirks) Well, I suppose that's not as weird as some of the stuff that Roxas comes up with. You're in good company. You want to see our special place?

Pence: Follow us!

-To be continued?-

#text post #headcanon #crossover #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #jason grace #demigods #gods #hekate #annabeth chase #frank zhang #seifer almasy #fuujin #raijin #twilight town #kingdom hearts #roxas #hayner #pence #olette #dionysus #kronos #saturn #helios #epicurus

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello Astra-san! Congratulations on your 200 followers!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉 I'm very interested on your event, the AUs are so cute! Can I have the Band AU with drummer Killer and the prompt 5 from the angst list with a female reader please? To me the prompt sounds like someone is forcing themselves on the reader and Killer doesn't like jerks that can't take no OR flirt with his girl >:)

Sorry for the big ask. Keep doing what you like and everything will workout in the end. Thank you. Bye-bye ヾ(＾∇＾).

Warnings: assault, Killer beating the shit out of a guy, reader leaving Killer

Word Count: 1010

So I just want to be clear, you did request angst, so even though Killer’s protecting the girl, it’s not like they’re going to ride off into the sunset or anything. Also, I had a bit of a hard time depicting Killer, there aren’t a lot of scenes with him in the manga and not a lot about his personality online, so I hope I did alright in how I wrote him.

Arms wrapped around your knees, you wondered how things had gotten like this. It had been so easy at first. You were dating Killer, not Killer, lead drummer of the rock band ‘Victoria Punk’, just Killer. He didn’t have thousands, or millions, or whatever stupid number of fans, he didn’t tour all over hell and creation, he played the drums with his friends in your parents’ garage or small gigs around the city. It was a don’t quit your dayjob kind of thing and honestly, you wished it would go back to that, though perhaps it was too late for that now. Even if things went back to how they had been, it still wouldn’t fix things. You vaguely wondered if you’d ever actually see him after last time.

Another concert, another boring night spent backstage listening to the same songs you’d heard more times than you cared to count. It wasn’t that you didn’t like their music, it’s just that it got old when 90% of what you listened to was your boyfriend’s band. Still, it wasn’t all bad, hanging out backstage, meeting other bands, it could sometimes be a blast. That being said, not all bands were great, or to be more accurate, not all bands had great people. Hence your current situation, trying to tug your arm out of a larger man’s grip. While you normally weren���t helpless, having learned a few things from Killer, this man was a lot bigger than you, a lot stronger than you, and a lot harder to escape. You’d already tried a number of things including simply trying to free yourself and kicking him in the balls, but those had only enraged the man. So now you struggled in his grip. You were getting desperate as he began to pull you away, each second that ticked by scaring you further. As far as you knew, Killer was still on stage, meaning he wasn’t going to be able to help, and there weren’t any bouncers in the immediate vicinity.

“No! I said leave me alone!” you shouted, still tugging in the opposite direction. No, whatever this slimeball had in mind, you wouldn’t let him. 

“She said let go.” a familiar voice growled. Turning, you saw a familiar face, or well, a familiar stage mask. 

“Get lost, loser, this ain’t none of your business.” the large man spat, glaring at Killer, only to find himself on the receiving end of one of Killer’s punches, the abnormally strong blow causing the man to let go of you as he stumbled back. Before the man could even regain his wits, Killer was beating the shit out of him while you huddled in a corner, trying to calm yourself. You didn’t even notice Killer walking over to you until he was kneeling down next to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. A surprised, terrified shriek left your lips as you skittered away from him, half expecting it to be the larger man.

“It’s me, Y/n.” Killer said as you looked at him, trying to calm your pounding heart. It was just Killer, the man who’d attacked you lay on the ground a short ways away, seemingly unconscious, though from the amount of blood splattered across the man’s face and Killer’s stage mask, you supposed it was possible that he might be dead. Killer held his hand out to you, his stage mask held in his hand as he gave you a sympathetic look, one most people didn’t get to see. He’d expected you to take his hand, twinges of worry creeping in when you stayed curled up in a ball, just staring at him. 

“I wanna go home.” you stated, looking from his hand back to him. Killer nodded, seeming to understand.

“I’ll walk you back to the tour bus-”

“No! I said I want to go home! I want to go where I know I’m safe!” you shouted, cutting the man off.

“Y/n.”

“Don’t Y/n, me! You promised me that it would be okay! You said that you had a talk with the other bands! This never should have happened! You said that the bands had all agreed! You promised that this wouldn’t happen again after last time!” you screamed, tears still running down your cheeks. It wasn’t the first time you’d been assaulted by a member of another band, speaking nothing of non-band members that made their way backstage. 

“I’ll protect you next-”

“I said no! I want to go home!” you continued to cry, scrambling to your feet, you tried to take off, only for Killer to grab your wrist, making you flinch in pain. It was the same wrist the man from earlier had held, the one that would likely be bruised in the morning. Looking back at him, he gave you a slightly pleading look, one he only ever gave you.

“When you’re done playing rock band, come find me back home.” you said, flinching slightly as you yanked your wrist out of Killer’s grip before walking away.

In truth, you knew that you probably wouldn’t see Killer any time soon, the man was loyal to Kid. The two of you hadn’t met, let alone started dating, until after he’d been long time friends with the fiery red-head. Still, you couldn’t help but hope from time to time that you’d hear a knock on your door, finding a familiar face when you answered it. Looking at your phone, you contemplated calling him up, or maybe checking the tabloids for any news on them. What was happening with the band? Were they doing alright? Just because you weren’t traveling with them didn’t mean that you didn’t care about them. They were your friends, but what would you find if you checked up on them? Killer would probably still be there, standing next to Kid, still wearing his signature mask. Picking up your phone you sighed, just to check up on them, make sure they were doing alright. Killer’s name popped up on your contacts list, you needed to see if they were okay.

#one piece killer #killer x reader #one piece killer x reader #angst #one piece angst #Band!AU

[tumbleassbitch]

another lost soul (letting my instinct take control) The Quarry | TravisxLaura

Characters: Laura Kearney, Travis Hackett, The Hackett family Summary: Max dies in the cellar. This changes everything.

Chapter 12/? | Chapter 11 | Chapter 1

To one man it may bring him death, but another measure should spare his neck.

Laura glares at the scrawled line with enough force to weaken a grown man. Measure of what, exactly? Why didn’t the author write it down?

They spent effort to make it rhyme, and yet they left out the most important part. Somebody’s priorities were skewed, she thinks cynically. At this point, she’s read it enough times for the poem to forever wallpaper the insides of her eyelids.

She leans back, releasing a few much-needed pops in her spine, and takes in the dimly lit room. The light outside has long-since faded into the dull reds of sunset. A sci-fi movie drones softly  on the small screen TV, just loud enough to dispel any disconcerting silence. 

Travis has completely taken over the only desk in the motel room, though to his credit, it’s not like there was much space to begin with. They’ve been cooped up in here for hours. 

It’s been an afternoon of unbiased, old-fashioned academia, and the familiar dynamic has been enough to quell her restlessness until now. The study material doesn’t quite match with her college courses, though.

(“Arsenic,” Laura declared proudly.

Travis didn’t miss a beat. “Tried that.” In the weighted silence that followed, he added softer, “I know some… desperate people.”)

It’s easily the strangest study group she’s ever been a part of.

The call from the mechanic shop comes once the hours have bled into the evening, and she blearily watches Travis snap to attention.

“This is Sheriff Hackett with North Kill County.” His expression darkens. “Are you sure? … I appreciate it. Have a good night.”

“How long?” Laura asks when he hangs up.

“Tomorrow, sometime mid-morning.” He stares grimly at the dark screen of his phone. “Some of the parts apparently look like they’ve been fried, and there aren’t any replacements in stock.”

Travis rubs a hand down his face before slapping the desk, standing up briskly in one smooth motion. Laura watches with feigned disinterest as he starts to undo his tie before he pauses, shooting her a withering look. Suddenly, her notes are fascinating to look at.

Awkward, she can’t help but hiss internally. Why is everything so fucking awkward with him?

He silently disappears into the bathroom, coming back out in a faded dark flannel with a black undershirt peeking out from under the collar. Everything about him looks… normal. Like a regular guy. 

It shouldn’t be such a profound realization, especially given his lackluster entrance and impatient scowl, but she’s so used to seeing the uniform that trying to picture him in civilian clothes was nigh impossible. 

That is, until she was attacked by a ghost in the bathroom and discovered that he wears boxer-briefs.

“Let’s go,” he announces.

“Um… where?” She blinks as he puts on his holster with practiced ease and plucks the shotgun from its place by the chair.

“Outside. We’re going shooting.”

She casts a passive look out the window. “I’ve got more than enough practice.” 

The last time she shot a gun was years ago, and though something deep and wild within her uncurls at the idea, it’s barely an effort to force it back into its cage. It’s been years for a reason.

 He must sense her trepidation, because he doubles down with confidence.

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem,” he says matter-of-factly. “Let me see what you’re working with.”

“...Do you ever hear yourself?”

He rolls his eyes, pursing his lips. “Knock it off. If you’re so dead-set on wasting your life over a manhunt, show me you know how to at least hit a target.”

The absolute last thing she wants to do is traipse around in the dark woods under some guise of “proving herself,” but what’s the alternative? Put on jammies and watch a few reruns of the Twilight Zone together before bedtime?

“Fine,” she says unhappily.

“Your shoes aren’t on,” he points out unnecessarily.

With an eye roll, Laura slips on her sneakers and follows him outside. The summer night still holds a hint of the day’s earlier warmth, though it will likely soon be leached away by the clear skies.

He leads them out to the edge of the woods, and even without a flashlight, it’s easy to tell the thicket isn’t nearly as dense as North Kill’s. Only once they’re well past the tree line does Travis flip on his light. The beam casts long stalks of shadows, catching motes of pollen and thin dust between the trees.

“Won’t someone report the gunshots?” she asks. Goosebumps trail along her arms.

“Gunfire is common in this area.” The forest floor crunches under their shoes. “Doesn’t matter the season; everybody in Lincoln hunts.”

“Let me guess, loons?”

She can hear the smile in his voice. “I’m afraid those are endangered, ma’am.”

“Ah. What are we shooting, then?”

They enter a gap in the trees, and Travis stops, pulling out his notepad. He rips off a few pages. “These.”

He walks off, and the light bobs with each time he wedges a paper in the bark of the trees. When he comes back, the targets gleam faintly in the far-off gloom.

“Silas’ skin reflects the moonlight. If you’re lucky, you’ll have enough of a warning to catch a glimpse of him before he sees you. We only hunt while covered in werewolf blood, so while he won’t kill you, he’ll definitely keep out of sight.”

“Other werewolves blend into the dark, but they’re not as fast or large. They’re usually slick with blood after a transformation. If it’s a clear night, the light will catch on their movements.”

He hands her the gun and flashlight and steps off to the side. “Go ahead.”

Laura pulls the trigger.

The force of the gun reverberates through her body like a live wire, and she leans into the feeling. The first target is reduced to detritus.

“Good—” Travis starts.

She keeps firing. One by one, each piece of paper is blown to bits. The standard-issued Glock has a fifteen-round magazine and she empties it expertly. Nothing feels more familiar than the pull of a trigger. It’s euphoric. It’s like coming back into her own skin.

The echoing crack of the last gunshot fades into silence. There’s none of the ambient wildlife noises from before.

“Should I keep going?” she asks breathlessly.

Travis is still looking off into the gloom. 

“Travis?” Laura presses.

“I…” He blinks, slipping back to the present. A rare grin tugs on his lips as he assesses her with an odd look. “Your practice paid off."

It’s not like she ever had any choice in the matter. Abruptly, it feels wrong to hold the gun.

“Take it,” she says, holding it out. “I’m done tonight.” 

He re-holsters the gun without argument. "Where'd you learn to shoot?"

Her spine laces up with steel, but there’s no hidden motive behind his eyes. As far as she can tell, it’s an honest, oblivious question. 

And that makes it so much worse, because that means—

That means that he forgot.

A nauseous mix of warmth and horror churn together in her chest. Anyone who knows the Brandt name knows her story. So, how long?

How long has it been since he started to see her as just Laura?

“It doesn’t matter,” she says, brushing her sweaty palms against her legs.

It’s obviously the wrong thing to say. His passive attention sharpens into a razor-thin edge the moment it clicks back into place. The air grows cold and barren. Any hint of light banter from before is as dead as the ghosts around them. 

There’s nothing she wants more than for him to brush it off, toss out an insult. Anything would be better than the way he looks at her.

“Laura,” he says softly.

He’s not allowed to do that.

"I said, I’m done tonight,” she snaps. “Are you going to hand over the room key, or are you coming with me?”

He has the balls to appear sympathetic, and that by itself makes her want to sleep in the parking lot rather than wait for an answer, so Laura turns on her heel and starts the trek back. 

It’s bracingly dark now that her eyes have adjusted to the flashlight, but she doesn’t have to wait long before the beam of it looms over her shoulder. 

Her shadow sweeps out beyond the cover of the light. Stretching, swallowing. The path is charred with it.

How fitting, Eliza whispers in her ear.

.

.

July 23rd, 2022

True to the mechanic’s estimate, it’s late morning by the time they’re able to hit the road again. Aside from picking up breakfast at a drive-through, few words are exchanged. It’s hard to look at him.

And god, isn’t that pathetic?

This entire road trip has been one large game of dominos, with every victory marked by chain reaction into something intimate, precarious. She's under the pile now, buried under a stack of moments.

They weren’t supposed to become friends. He doesn’t even want to be her friend, right? He’s made that perfectly clear. The moment they forgot who the other person was—

the daughter of a murderer, the man who used to be her captor

—things got well and truly fucked. She doesn’t know how to fix it. 

Even worse, she’s not sure that she wants to.

We just need to get back to the sheriff’s station, she thinks resolutely. They’ll have their respective spaces back, and eventually, things will go back to how they were.

Her notes serve as a worthy distraction, and she bites her fingernail idly, considering the scrawled out story that her and Travis managed to piece together yesterday.

Before there was the Beast, there were the trials.

For over a century, thousands of families were accused of being werewolves or “wolf-charmers.” The trials targeted the weak and vulnerable, those who lacked the protection afforded to the upper class.

So when a beast appeared in the southern region of France just as the trials were dying out, the locals thought it was a curse brought on by the devil himself. The beast scourged the land, devouring without prejudice. 

Men, women, and children were often found with their heads decapitated and their corpses mutilated beyond a typical animals’ capability. Those who managed to save their lives could only describe the beast in fleeting detail.

Some said it was a wolf the size of a horse with the gaping maw of a lion. Its tail could wrench a grown man in half, and cracked like a thunderbolt. Its eyes, sharp like a cat’s, were ringed with red and yellow. 

Only one managed to pierce its hide, and that was the young Marie Valet whose family served as house servants for a baron. Though several men would go on to swear that they managed to fell the beast, the fear of a resurgence in werewolves, or perhaps the renewal of a witch hunt, prompted many families to take their chances in a new country.

Perhaps this is what drove Marie Valet and her husband to immigrate to a quiet New England settlement several years after the attack. Despite being foreigners in a time where non-Englishmen were looked down upon, their skills quickly established themselves as a respectable family.

Their trade? Butchering and metalworks. If that’s not a clear cover for werewolf hunting, Laura doesn’t know what is. Each generation carried on the family trade until they faded off the earth. 

After his wife’s passing, Theo moved several day’s journey to Wolcott, which at the time held less than a thousand residents and, according to Google, has barely grown in almost two centuries. It’s said that he went on to run a jewelry shop after his wife’s name until he passed, and his body was shipped back to be laid beside his wife. And that’s it. 

There’s no mention of any werewolves in the Americas. Nothing pertaining towards moonlit hunts and silver weaponry. All that appears to be left of them is a jewelry shop that won’t yield any searches on the internet, and a few cryptic gravemarkers scattered around the northeast.

Even the poem, splashed on the inside cover, is excused away as the family embracing their history. It’s bullshit. 

There’s no way that generation upon generation would request for it to be put on their tombstone in memory of something their ancestor did in another country. 

It’s just not plausible. But what is plausible is, whatever knowledge the Valets managed to collect, has to be out there somewhere. 

And that may be the key to all of this, Laura thinks, idly tapping her finger against the ink-stained pages.

Once they get back into reliable service range, she’ll need to contact the cafe manager and see if they know what happened to Theo Valet’s jewelry shop. It’s their last solid lead before they’re left in final frontier-esque territory, and she’d rather cross off all of their boxes before putting her hematology classes to the test.

“This is Sheriff Hackett,” Travis announces professionally, and Laura jolts back to awareness. She was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear the phone ring..

Immediately, his face goes pale.

“I didn’t check who it was before answering.”

Travis’ eyes flit towards her. “I’m driving back from a call right now. I’m coming back as soon as I can… Yes, of course.”

The call ends, and he slips the phone away. The air is unseasonably cold for late July, and today is marked with a cotton overcast and ground damp with promise for miles ahead. A storm is brewing, and they’re driving straight to it.

They’re only about halfway through Vermont. That leaves five or so hours left before they reach North Kill. Five or so hours before the moon is full.

“How would you describe a werewolf?" she asks, breaking the silence.

Travis furrows his brows at the redirect, but he doesn’t hesitate in answering. “A demon. A freakish, furless monster."

"Exactly, furless.”

Travis looks at her, then, and she continues on. “How the fuck did anyone see 'wolf' in the Beast of Gevaudan unless they used to look different?"

 "Or... there's different kinds of werewolves,” he offers. “Whatever kind that Silas is could be different from what was in France at the time?”

“It’s hard to say,” she says. “It could mean that there’s different curses. Or, maybe curses can evolve?”

“I’d believe almost anything at this point,” Travis says bluntly. “But whatever it is, the Valet’s brought the poem here, and that’s what Eliza and Silas seemed to be looking for. That has to mean that both sides of the curse believed they were on to something.”

He’s right, but the discrepancy still niggles at the back of her mind. It’s another item on the list of things that they can’t get to the bottom of right now. 

They enter a stretch where the service becomes spotty, and with the radio only catching every other song, it’s hard to not try to fill the silence. But any spark of conversation dies out after a few half-hearted attempts. 

She knows he can feel it, too. There’s a darkness looming over them in this car.

The hour barely passes before the phone rings again, and Travis dutifully checks the screen before visibly deflating.

He doesn’t have a chance to respond before the person on the other end of the line speaks. Despite only hearing it once before, Laura would recognize her voice anywhere. It may as well be on speakerphone, given how the elder Hackett barks out the words.

"Goddamn it, you shithead!” The old woman’s voice comes through the receiver reedy and thin. Laura’s eyes widen at the words. “The boys are getting ready for patrol, and you're late!”

Immediately, Travis’ face falls. “Ma, I’m heading back now. I had to check on something for work—”

“You must’ve hit your fucking head if you think I’d believe that. You think your little sheriff badge makes you better than the rest of the family?”

Travis’ eyes flit over to her, and Laura quickly averts her gaze. It feels wrong to listen to this, but it’s not like there’s anywhere for her to go.

“No, ma, I’ve never said that. I’m on my way now, I promise.”

“I bet you're at home with your feet kicked up, you lazy piece of shit.”

The words land like a physical blow, and Travis’ shoulders curl inwards.

“Oh, you motherfucking asswipe!” his mother hollers in the silence, and oh my god. “I have half the mind to go over there myself and drag you out by those mudflaps you call ears!"

“Ma, could you please listen to me, for once?” His voice strains to keep even, but it’s heartbreakingly simple to hear the cracks along the edges. “I’m at work.”

“You ain’t shit!”

“Patrol lasted longer than it should’ve,” he continues over the outburst. “I’m sorry that I didn’t call, ma.”

“Don’t patronize me…” his mother growls. The rest of her sentence is too low to hear, but Travis bears it in awful silence. Laura doesn’t want to hear it, and yet she strains to listen.

Curiosity in its ugliest form always yields the worst breed of memory. It’s like driving past a horrible car accident and having the urge to look, despite knowing that nothing good lies within the wreckage. It’s obvious what she’ll hear, and yet, she has to know. 

She has to, because the man sitting beside her, driving them straight to the den of werewolves, has been made small because of it. And that isn’t the Travis Hackett that she knows.

Finally, the call ends. The silence that follows is thick, heady. It’s a cloud of smoke that burns her lungs when she breaks it.

"Why does she… talk to you like that?"

He shakes his head in a quick, staccato motion that’s more of a flinch. "Yeah, no."

“Travis.”

“We’re not doing this,” he says sharply. “Never. Don’t even try it.”

Laura’s stomach twists with uneasiness. That call really shook her up, she realizes belatedly, which makes her even more agitated. The last time she heard a parent talk to their kid that way…

“You deserve better,” she says fiercely.

He shakes his head again rapidly this time, almost as if he can jostle the words loose. “No.”

“No, you don’t deserve better?”

“That’s not—! You’re always twisting my words!”

“Well, I’m just saying, as a member of the shitty parent club, I don’t think moms are supposed to talk to their kids like that.”

“I’m not exactly a kid, though, am I?”

“Travis.”

He fixes her with eyes as dark and unmoving as flint. “Drop. It.”

She recalls the kindness he afforded her last night. How, when they got back to the motel, he let her slip into the bathroom before he even passed the threshold. How he didn’t say a word when she finally emerged and crawled into bed without explanation.

Laura understands better than anyone. Some secrets, especially those exposed by daylight, deserve their own shadow to hide in.

Travis releases a breath, and that’s the last time either of them make a sound for a long while. The road rolls out like a rope before them, on and on, as far as the eye can see. It’s once they’ve re-entered the landscape of pines and broadleafs, and the setting sun anoints receding storm clouds with a golden crown, that the phone rings again. 

The contact photo flashes on screen. There’s the Hackett matriarch, eyes dark and crinkled from a broad smile yellowed with age. Constance Hackett is spelled out boldly in white.

She doesn’t dare say a word. They’re already on edge with the looming time limit right on the horizon, and now there’s this. It’s the domino effect all over again.

This is the crazy old woman who talked about the ‘dumfuck in the lake’ all those weeks ago. Who spoke to her son like she was reading off of a script for a movie villain.

At least Eliza wants to keep Silas alive.

Dread drips into her stomach like an IV line with each phone vibration, but the only movement he makes is to turn the radio up. When he lets it go to voicemail, she starts to relax.

Then it starts to ring again.

Travis grips the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turn white. When he glances down at the phone, it’s with a league of despair so barely restrained that she doesn’t think twice before grabbing his wrist. 

“Don’t,” she says quietly.

Family is the most important thing in the world.

It’s not. Whatever lies on the other end of that line isn’t worth the cost.

The contour of his face shifts, then, and it’s like watching light shine through frosted glass. His attention lingers where her fingers wrap around the cuff of his sleeve. 

Haltingly, Travis slides out of her grasp and traces his fingers under her palm, resting his thumb atop her hand. It’s a delicate touch. Just enough pressure that if she weren’t looking, she might not even notice it at first.

But Laura is looking. And under the cover of his calloused skin, she’s never looked more soft.

The moment only lasts a breath. He releases his hold, and she plucks the phone up with slow, telegraphed movements, giving him time to object. When he doesn’t react, Laura holds the power button until it shuts off for good and locks it away in the center console.

No more phone calls. No more memories.

“There’s nothing we can do from this far away, right?” Laura says, and her voice sounds strange. “They’re just going to have to deal with it until we make it back to town.”

Travis doesn’t speak for some time. 

The last colors of the day’s light mix together like an oil spill, and several of the brightest stars are already peaking through the veil. Any moment now, the full moon is going to take its rightful place.

The radio blares the intoxicating beat of an old Metallica song, but it’s hard to focus on the words. She fiddles with the broken zipper of her jacket.

“Your hand looks nice. It’s healed nice,” he amends, blinking rapidly. “You’ve got a good white blood cell count.”

“...I guess so,” she says after a moment, splaying her pale fingers out. The scabs have thinned out into small lines. 

“I’ve always healed pretty well, thankfully. I take multivitamins.”

“That’s good.”

“How much further?” Laura baldly redirects. She swears he lets out a sigh in relief before responding.

“Fifteen minutes, at most. I’ll drop you off at the sheriff’s station. That should give me enough time to rendezvous with my family at our typical meet-up, and then I’ll check back in with you at daybreak.”

“I can help,” she starts, but he shakes his head.

“You can help like we planned, by researching.” At her silent judgment, he elaborates, “They already know something’s up. I can’t risk doing anything else that would make them want to investigate on their own.”

It’s a good enough excuse for tonight. But next time, she silently promises, I’m joining the hunt.

Travis’ radio erupts with static, which is the only warning they get before a man’s low, panicked voice fills the cabin.

“Travis! Travis, are you there?”

He mutters a curse before grabbing the receiver hooked to his chest. “I’m just finishing things up. I’ll be over in twenty.”

“Pa said you need to be here now, or he’s gonna go to the station and grab ya.”

“Tell him there’s no need. I’m on my way to the house right now. Didja get anything on the game cam?”

There’s a pause, and then, “No. He wants to meet at the station.”

He drops back against the headrest with resentment and dread warring on his face. Travis hisses out a long breath.

“I’m on my way,” he answers neutrally.

The woods are bathed with the cold glow of moonlight, and for just a second, Laura swears she sees a shadow dart between the trees.

“What’s the plan?” she asks when it’s clear there won’t be another response over the radio.

“The plan,” Travis says slowly, “has changed. I’ll drop you off at my house. It’s on the edge of town, and if they’re going to the station, I can’t risk you being seen.”

“Oh,” Laura says.

The look she gets is full of dry exasperation. “I have a spare bedroom you can use for the night.”

“Cool.”

“Sure. My brother used it anytime he pissed off his wife.” He doesn’t smile, but some of the harsher lines around his brow fade.

“I gather that happens a lot?” She aims for a lighthearted tone, but it does nothing to dispel the tension that has surely stained this car by now.

He purses his lips. “Happened. Amelia, Kaylee’s mom, passed away during childbirth. No one really uses it anymore. But it’s clean.”

“That’s… really sad.”

“That it’s clean?” he asks dark humoredly. “It just is what it is.” 

They pass by the North Kill welcome sign, and Travis takes them off of the main road and into a stretch of old forest that’s broken up by the occasional clearing. 

Travis jerks his head down to the glovebox. “Grab us a few vials of werewolf blood in there.”

“I thought you were leaving me at your house?” she asks with a raised brow.

“I am, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to be dumbasses about it,” he says bluntly. At her scowl, he adds, “You’d have to be out of your mind to go outside on a full moon without taking precautions.”

Especially with Eliza targeting our backs, goes unsaid.

She opens the glovebox and sure enough, several small glass vials roll together with a soft clink. Laura eyes them dubiously. He’s mentioned werewolf blood several times now, but she never considered how he stored it. 

Knowing him, these have been cooking in the car for weeks. No doubt it smells foul. If the blood has kept and still acts as a deterrent for werewolves, and not as a carcass ripe for picking like other typical predators, that says something interesting. 

If someone is cured of lycanthropy, are there any lingering effects on their physiology? And if someone dies while cursed, is their blood still that of a werewolf, or a human’s?

Clearly, despite having been extracted from the host, this blood is still that of the beast’s. Which begs the question, where does the curse live in the body? How does it latch onto someone after the bite, and how can killing the alpha wolf magically cure the infected?

Well, there’s the keyword right there, she thinks wryly. It’s magic.

She uncorks a bottle and yup, fuck, that reeks. Laura barely restrains a gag at the smell.

“Stop sniffing it and put it on,” Travis tells her impatiently. “We’re here.”

Lit up by only the gleam of their headlights, the two-story cabin looks eerie. She isn’t sure what she expected from him, but it wasn’t this. 

The bones of it are old, likely laid decades ago, but it looks decently kept. A grand stone chimney stands proudly on the western side, and the front porch wraps around the back. A lone fold-up chair sits out under the overhang.

He grabs one of the vials and pours a bit in his hand, smearing it across his face without hesitation.

It’s hard not to grimace at the feeling of cold— why is it so thick— blood, but Laura swallows back her disgust and slathers it on like moisturizer. If she doesn’t think about the smell, or the look, or the way it feels almost gritty against her skin, Laura can almost pretend she’s doing her skincare routine. Almost.

Travis leaves the ignition on when he snatches up her bag from the car floor and steps out. He’s well ahead of her, fishing in his front pocket for the house key when he falters. 

“What is it?” she asks, stepping out of the car. The answer makes itself apparent soon enough. 

There, crouched on the rooftop like a gargoyle, is a monster.

#another lost soul #the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney #hackearney #the quarry fanfiction #my writing #travis hackett x laura kearney #the quarry fanfic

[ace-bookdragon]

ace-bookdragon fanfic masterpost

figured that doing one of these may be helpful (at least for me, because i keep changing my tagging system), so here we are! i'll add more of my short tumblr pieces as i come across them. all ao3 fics have been set so that only registered users can read them.

fandoms: ranger's apprentice and the locked tomb

* denotes a romantic pairing. newest to oldest

ranger's apprentice

a release or respite from the heat and the hurt

The story of how Halt nearly loses his horse. Written for the Autistic!Halt fic fest for the prompt “Abelard helping Halt with sensory issues”.

the woman in the fire *

Months after Alyss's death, Will stands on a hill and watches the sunset.

the girl across the water

Halt is surveying the sea, looking westward not just to see the setting sun. His homeland is in that direction, though to call it homeland is perhaps a wrong bit of wording. Birthland would be better. The place where he was raised. The end of the world is in that direction, and, more importantly, his little sister. The sunset is beautiful, and beautiful things remind him of her.

rainsong (imagery study)

Halt and Abelard ride home. It's a rainy evening.

spring rain

Alyss Mainwaring and Jenny Dalby, Redmont's resident old lady duo, spend some time together.

all the lonely people

Will wakes up one night from a nightmare about what happened in Skandia.

espresso and a storm

Will, Ebony, and Halt get stuck inside a coffee shop during a storm.

a father found and lost

Gilan arrives at Redmont with some devastating news. Written for the prompt "you're truly alone and goddammit it hurts to imagine".

if you died i'd never forgive myself *

Horace and Will separate while trying to capture the Scotti general MacHaddish. When Horace saves Will's life, the unexpected happens.

snapshots *

Halt and Crowley go through some old pictures of them together.

flowers for crowley

Halt visits Crowley's grave after he dies.

and i'm all out of breath

When Halt and Crowley go to take care of some bandits, something happens and Halt must face his past.

i still hear you in the breeze

Halt returns to Clonmel for the first time since he fled, only to find that someone he loved is gone.

let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide *

Asexual!Crowley comes out to Halt, his partner. They both struggle to figure out how to make their relationship work despite this.

a RA christmas

The Ward is celebrating Christmas, and it's in free verse.

5 times crowley and halt saw the seasons change and one time they didn't

Seasonal Cralt, follows the 5x1 format. Will probably never be completed.

tumblr short fics (in the order i find them because they are untagged and buried deeply in the chaos that is this blog):

gravesite

the light was taken *

planting seeds in a garden i never get to see

happy mother's day, from alyss

the locked tomb

celestial body

Aboard the Mithraeum, Harrow starts looking at the stars and mapping constellations.

when you fall asleep

Every now and then, Harrowhark dreams of a young woman with red hair and golden eyes. She's oddly familiar, and Harrow feels like she knows her. She never remembers the dreams, but always wakes up to blood coming out of her ears and nose. or: Gideon is getting pissed about Harrow's lobotomy and wants her to know what happened, and she may just haunt her dreams about it.

We Are The Crossroads*

When Covid-19 forces the world to shut down, Harrowhark Nonagesimus is left to spend quarantine alone in her apartment. As loneliness drives her to seek out companionship through her university’s Discord server, she finds herself reconnecting with her old friend Gideon, who she hasn’t heard from in nearly a year after a fight that has left them both deeply hurt. In progress.

Magpie

Camilla talks to Palmedes, reflecting on their relationship. Set during Nona the Ninth, and contains spoilers for it.

arcane: league of legends (cartoon 2021)

light and air find some new deepness there

What do you do when you have spent your whole life doing things, creating, and then come to what feels like a dead stop? What do you do when all your options in one direction are gone, dried up like water beneath a blazing summer sun?

You turn and go in another direction. If one way isn’t working, another surely will.

A little character study of Heimerdinger's visit to the Undercity. Who knows who he'll meet?

#my writing #fanfic masterpost #ranger's apprentice #tlt #arcane league of legends

[crimsononiarataki]

@cpirits asked: [KISS MEME] 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 // from Gorou

The Oni's clawed hands were gripping Gorou by the hips, holding the considerably smaller male against his groin as they kissed one another as if their lives depended on it. How exactly had it gotten to this point? He wasn't sure, and given the little whimpers and other noises he was eliciting from Gorou, it was doubtful he'd recall either. It wasn't as if they spent no time around one another, they'd fought side by side a few times in the past and had more than a couple small conversations as well, but nothing had ever given the taller male the idea that something like this would happen between the two of them.

After all, most people assumed that the General of Watatsumi Island's forces had a thing for someone else. Someone who was likely human, or much closer to being one than the Oni who currently had his tongue all but down the General's throat. It was somewhat messy, a bit noisy too, but luckily, it seemed that whatever was going on nearby was covering up any noises the two happened to be making. That was likely a blessing in disguise at this point. A clawed hand would slide from the smaller male's hip to his ass where the Oni would pinch and squeeze the flesh there. Though his clothing, of course, for now, at least.

He'd eventually pull back from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting them until he chuckled and licked his lips, sunset eyes meeting Gorou's blue ones. The had that had been assaulting the smaller male's backside would move to grip his chin so the General couldn't look away or attempt to hide his face in the larger male's shoulder.

"Do ya really have any fuckin' idea what you're doin' to me right now, pup?"

The Oni would chuckle before grinning rather widely, just what could he possibly be planning? After all, they WERE in public, or semi-public, and as much of a troublemaker as the considerably taller of the two was, he knew better than to start anything more than touching and kissing anywhere in public. Or, at least where they could get caught. He'd much rather not ruin Gorou's reputation, after all, he DID respect the smaller male quite a bit. Even if he didn't always act like he did.

"You're gonna have to tell me what ya want, even though I know you're more than capable of tellin' just what all those cute little noises I got from ya did to me."

To get his point across, he'd be sure to push Gorou down against his groin, where the General would be able to FEEL just what sort of effect the kissing and noises had on the Oni. The slight grin would turn downright fucking feral there after a moment, and the larger male would even shiver slightly.

#cpirits #The Loyal General Gorou #The One and Oni (primary) #cw suggestive #//TWELVE?! Did you want Itto to totally break Gorou? #//and since when do you write Gorou?

[sidxreus]

❝ when all this is over, will you stay with me? for good? ❞ :)

answered from this meme (accepting!)

Astarion  had  his  eyes  closed  as  the  warmth  of  the  sun  kissed  his  skin.  This  was  the  closest  thing  that  replicated  what  little  memory  he  had  left  of  what  living  was  like.  A  feeling  of  comfort  and  a  sense  of  nostalgia  blanketed  him  in  memories  that  were  no  longer  a  part  of  him.  But  feeling…yes,  the  feeling  was  that  of  familiarity.  Tainted  centuries  of  torment  could  not  erase  the  familiar  feeling  of  life  the  sun  brought  to  this  plane.

There  was  a  pleasant,  quiet  moment  between  the  two.  He  sought  every  opportunity  to  bask  in  the  sun  for  what  time  they  had  left,  for  nothing  was  guaranteed.  Either  succeed  in  battle  or  perish  in  defeat,  the  sun  would  no  longer  be  a  part  of  his  life.  He  knew  that.  The  moment  the  tadpole  is  removed,  all  else  will  ease  back  into  normalcy–despite  being  rid  of  one  perilous  future,  it  was  a  notion  he  detested  greatly.  Though  newly  free,  he’d  still  be  doomed  to  be  forced  back  into  the  shadows…So  he  savoured  every  moment  he  had  in  the  sun.  And  he  felt  comfortable  enough  in  her  presence,  to  revel  peacefully.

Her  words  break  the  silence,  casting  her  own  unwavering  affection  onto  this  moment.  Astarion’s  eyes  opened  as  his  head  turned  to  look  at  her.  He  could  almost  feel  the  warmth  radiating  from  her  features  as  her  eyes  anticipate  an  awaited  answer,  to  which  he  will  give  her,  of  course.  However,  he  needed  a  moment  as  he  realised  that  the  woman  he  loved  is  the  embodiment  of  sunlight.

Sunrise.

Sunset. 

She  wanted  to  know  if  he  would  stay  with  her. 

Ripples  of  images  play  back  in  the  forefront  of  his  mind  of  their  time  spent  together  during  this  exhaustive  journey.  She  didn’t  have  to  help  him.  She  didn’t  even  have  to  look  his  way,  or  ask  that  he  join  her  from  the  moment  they  met.  She  had  every  right  to  turn  and  walk  away  in  situations  where  most  people  would,  but  she  stayed.  By  his  side.  Without  conviction. 

How  could  he  not?

Despite  his  previous  conceptions  in  regards  to  their  fate  going  up  against  their  biggest  threat,  seeing  a  future  with  her  instilled  a  new  belief.  A  new  hope.  Her  words  brought  assurance  that  they  will  come  out  of  this  alive,  and  that’s  all  he  needed  to  hear  to  share  the  same  faith.  He  nearly  wanted  to  laugh  at  himself,  for  even  thinking  of  the  word  ‘faith’.  Something  he  thought  he  had  long  lost,  until  she  crossed  his  path.

Aurora  is  sunlight.  She  is  warmth  against  his  skin.  In  even  the  coldest  of  shadows,  she  would  be  the  light  in  his  darkest  night. 

He  extends  out  a  hand  with  intention  to  hold  hers.  “That’s  all  I  want.  After  everything,  I…”  his  whispered  words  come  to  a  halt.  “...don’t  see  it  any  other  way.  I’ll  stay  with  you.  For  good.”  Astarion’s  lips  ease  into  a  soft  smile  with  his  gaze  paired  in  the  same  fashion. 

#divinelght #»»—— ( divinelght ); 𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 #thanks for your continued patience w my slow ass bb <3

[far-cry-6-model-gh]

Ride Models - Far Cry 6 Wiki Guide - IGN

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥 Disclaimer: This review is of the Playstation version of the game and was conducted on a Playstation 5. So it was no surprise when we saw the announcement for Far Cry 6 back in , just two years after the release of the highly praised Far Cry 5. This was a huge step for fans of the Far Cry franchise as it seemed that not only could Ubisoft give us compelling villains, such as Vaas or Pagan Min, but that we would now possibly be seeing famous actors don the role of villain in such a controversial game franchise. Unfortunately, where the game wanted to build off of the format of previous titles with its story, gameplay, and performance, it flew too close to the sun and fell flat. Far Cry 6 , alongside other entries in the franchise, kicks off the game with an explosive intro. This is where we are introduced to the main character, Dani, who is on the run from the current president, who hopes to force Dani into dangerous agricultural labor alongside many other Yaran citizens. Dani escapes with fellow revolutionary Lita heading toward a boat that will transport them to safety. During the shootout, our pair of heroes try to duck for cover as Dani watches Lita get shot before they slam into a metal pipe, rendering them unconscious. As the players awaken, they are shown a "heartbreaking" scene where Dani talks to Lita as she passes on from her seemingly nonfatal wound. For the rest of this opening prologue, the players are introduced to a handful of characters who they are supposed to remember, yet have hardly any distinction from one another, and are guided really well on what to do, where to go, who to find, and more. That soon comes crashing down. It even proceeds to automatically thrust the player into other missions once they have completed a story mission, rather than pinpointing the next story location. This detail was infuriating and the beginning of my major issues with the game. Differentiating story missions from the rest of the experience was frustrating, but even more confusing was the gameplay mechanics. Far Cry 6 seems to try and be the biggest and most free-roam Far Cry game yet, but failed to make a valiant impact. There was no variation. In fact, hardly anything had changed from the style of gameplay from the previous games. The biggest changes this game has are the inclusion of more role-playing game style armaments or clothing and the removal of the skill tree that was notably in previous games. This was definitely a hard pill to swallow as I was accustomed to the skill trees from prior installments. Far Cry, as a franchise, has never been designed for tight role-playing game mechanics—the likes of which you would find in The Witcher or Skyrim. It was always designed as a first-person shooter with the ability to act stealthy, and the skill tree helped build that foundation of gameplay. But Ubisoft made the executive decision to get rid of it and replace it without trying to rework the gameplay in order to allow this new mechanic to help solidify it. In the game, one of the first things you notice is the graphics and how well the game is running on your hardware. This was no exception for me either. And I will admit, I fell in love with the look of Yara as I glanced upon it for the first time. The game is absolutely stunning. It captures the look and feeling of a beautiful sunset on what I would assume is a nice warm day: The detail in rocks and boulders that you may pass on your journey, the rugged wear of trails that many people have traveled over, and other various small details that the game gorgeously highlights. But it seems as though the landscape and the world around the player is the only area where time was spent making it look nice. Throughout the game, I noticed an odd sensation whenever I saw a non-playable character walking around or during cutscenes. I soon realized that while the world may be stunning, the character models are lacking. In fact, at times they looked and reminded me of character models from Far Cry 3 or Far Cry 4. Besides the shallow attempt at updated character models and their less-than-stellar voice acting, there weren't any major issues I had with the performance. The game ran pretty smoothly. Rather, the lack of updated character graphics only helped to solidify how harsh and stiff a lot of the dialogue in the game felt. At a lot of points, I felt like I was listening to a rehearsal of the actors going through their dialogue rather than the final cut. Images : Ubisoft. Featured Images : Ubisoft. By Kyle Smedley. By Staff Reports. By Ball State Daily Advertising. The Daily News welcomes thoughtful discussion on all of our stories, but please keep comments civil and on-topic. Read our full guidelines here. Share Share Tweet Mail Print. Related Stories. G is announced By Staff Reports. Welcome class of !

[ekaaaang]

Rainbow

I have come to accept the fact that our relationship would not be fully accepted by my family and I truly respect that. I respect their beliefs and I understand where they are coming from but I am also thankful that while they have their own beliefs, my family did not force me to leave this relationship—a harsh consequence of being in a relationship with the same sex or whichever you identify yourself in the LGBTQI+ spectrum.

For 6 years we stick to one rule: Lhae is not allowed to visit me inside our home. We spent all those years meeting outside my house, having dates inside our car on rainy days, eating ramen on the passenger and driver’s seat, setting up a table in front of our gate to eat samgyupsal, sitting on the pavement talking about the most random things or I will go to their house and sometimes stay the night since I am welcome there since day 1. We got used to this set-up and was happy that somehow, they kind of acknowledge our relationship even though they do not entirely accept it until I received this message on a Friday afternoon, 3 days before new year’s eve—my mama said Lhae is finally welcome in our home.

I was shocked, doubtful at first, and I asked my mom multiple times if this was a joke—an awful joke if it was really a joke. There it was, the word I didn’t expect would come from my family: the word “accept”. I was sobbing uncontrollably. My cheeks are wet from happy happy tears. My brother was confused why I was sobbing profusely and loudly in our living room. I told him “pwede na pumasok si Lhae” while catching my breath because I couldn’t help the tears and I was crying like a child. My heart was so happy. I couldn’t believe what was happening. As I have said, I honestly just accepted the fact that what we have is never going to be accepted no matter how much I want my family to, of course because I love them and they are important to me and I want them to be a part of our relationship.

From not mentioning Lhae’s name in our household, to awkwardly mentioning Lhae from time to time, to comfortably talking about Lhae with my family and to finally letting Lhae in our family—finally being able to do her thing in our kitchen, come over for snacks and exchange stories and laughters over dinner, light fireworks on new year’s eve, watch movies together with my family, eat halo-halo while watching the sunset, take naps in the living room, go on roadtrips and eat out, spend most of our time cooking in the kitchen, play games with my family all night, and a lot more of the many little things we couldn’t do before. But more importantly, they can finally feel and see Lhae’s kindness and FINALLY understand why I chose Lhae, to finally see her good qualities and know how great of a person she is— how she takes care of me and how she’s always willing to take care everyone too. I remember having a panic attack; my mama was holding my left hand and Lhae was holding the right— they are both massaging my hands to help me cope with my attack. A core memory.

I am just happy we are now in this stage of our life and relationship. We are both motivated to do better in our lives and take the next step of getting married charot 😆 But joking aside, I can finally breathe. I feel free. I am happy.

I also pray for things to be better for the people who identify as LGBTQI+. I pray for a safe and loving world for our community— a world without judgment, indifference and hate. A world where we can hold each other’s hand without people giving us weird looks. A world where we can be at ease with being our beautiful and true self.

[humming-fly]

Happy October 3rd!! Now that it’s finally the holiday I can share the artwork I made for this year’s @fmabigbangs - I illustrated a couple of scenes from @redstringraven‘s fic which you can read over here!

I had a lot of fun with both of these - one of them for trying to make a cool quasi-anime screenshot style piece, and the other for crushing greed with masonry. Both good times!

#i actually haven't read the full thing yet either so guess what i'll be up to later today hohoho #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma big bang 2021 #ling yao #greed #greedling #dolcetto #i tried extremely fucking hard to make sure dol didn't look like og greed cause they have a number of Very Similar features to deal with #hopefully i did good enough people aren't immediately confused looking at these?? #eh who knows #my art #doodles #i might break these up later but for now one post is probably easier to deal with? idk i haven't done this before #i want to force people to look at the sunset one though i spent time on that lol