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pedropascalssimp · 3 years

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Princess

Boba fett x bounty hunter reader

Request: Could I request you something Boba Fett x Female!Reader... some very tender, fluffy? But still, I would very love a real tender Boba for maybe his long time partner ? Like his precious little princess, even if not official but his only one... See ?

Warnings: soft boba fett, but still the grumpy stubborn ass we all love

👉👈🥺💕 FLUFF EXTRAVAGANZA!!!! language. Short(I'm sorry it's short)

Tags: @anilynworlds I'm sorry if it sucks it was a bit rushed because every time I try and write everyone around me decides to make my life a living hell😣

The green and lush planet was by far the most peaceful planet you've been to yet, it was calm, nature making its own soothing melody as you sit by the crackling fire, watching the dancing flames, the Amber's wafting into the night air and dissappearing. You was seated on the ground, back leaned on a log as your partner in crime cleans his blaster pistol. Dark eye's focused on the thing while he was still wearing his beskar armor, his helmet discarded beside him. You couldn't help but admire how the dancing flames casts a beautiful glow on the man, highlighting his features as he concentrated on the blaster, brows furrowed as he cleaned every crevice of it.

The orange hues made his tan skin glow, he looked ethereal under the moon and fires light. The mere sight of him sending your heart into a fluttering mess.

It was merely hours ago when you and him returned to the remote area you had landed Slave I, you having talked the man into building a small fire and joining you outside for the night. For this planet was beautiful and you dread going back to tatooine to return the quarry to jabba. So with much begging and pleading, you convinced boba to sit outside with you.

"you're staring..." he muttered while his gaze was still on the blaster, a smug grin slightly tugging at the corners of his mouth. Boba fett was no fool, he knew that your feelings ran deeply for him, it always left him baffled that someone as gorgeous as yourself could love a ruthless, merciless bounty hunter like himself.

"no... I'm admiring" you correct him with a smile, his eyes finally looking over at you. His blaster now laying with his helmet as he stands up. Walking closer to you. You watch how he plops down beside you, his back leaned against the log now.

"so you're not mad anymore?" he asked with a lifted brow, referring to today's events. Ah, the ever lingering annoyance of how boba flirted the information he needed to find the bounty out of a rather pretty worker at the cantina you both stopped by in search of the quarry that laid prisoner in your shared ship. Although boba refused to label whatever it was you both had in fear of putting you in danger, because everyone he ever loved was taken from him...you knew you was in love with the bounty hunter. And with his tender actions and displays of affection, you knew he felt the same. Especially when you laid in his arms at night drifting to sleep, or when you'd awake to the taste of his soft lips against your own, muttered words of affection.

You scoff at his word's and shake your head, "why would I be mad?" you spoke bitterly, more harsher then intended. Boba simply gives you a amused smirk.

"you tell me princess, I'm not a mind reader" he said, his voice more melodic then the sounds of nature around you. Sighing you simply give him a side glance and almost melt at his damned amused expression, it was cute. And here you was calling the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy cute.

"I don't see how flirting with that woman was the right way to go about getting information" you let the words slip before you could think them over, but it was to late now. For they tumbled out.

Boba, although wanted to laugh at the fact you was feeling a little envious, found himself staring at you blankly. For you shouldn't ever feel that way, his heart belonged to one person in the galaxy and she was sitting beside him.

Boba leans closer to you and cups your face, making you look over at him. "you've basically ignored me the whole day because of that? Mesh'la..." he trailed off, admiration sparkling in his dark eye's. You sigh and feel like an idiot for hating how his gloved hand left a fleeting touch on the woman's face, modulated voice spewing compliments at her. But why should that have made you feel like you did, annoyed and upset.

Especially when you have the privilege of hearing his raw, natural voice, feeling his warm skin on every inch of your own. The feeling of His lips engraved in your memory. You was the luckiest woman in the galaxy, for you heard sweet words roll of his tongue every morning when you woke in his arms. Eye's looking at you with pure love.

You smile at boba and avoid his gaze, feeling like a fool for acting like you did when all he was trying to do was make this hunt quick.

"you do realize that you're the only person in the galaxy I can tolerate right?" he said, adding humor to his loving words. "you're the only one for me princess, I know I may not show it that much but... I care about you mesh'la" he muttered, eye's flickering from your eyes down to your lips that slowly lift up in a smile.

"you show it boba... I'm just an idiot sometimes and get annoyed when you flirt with other people, even though I know you really don't mean a word you throw at the them" you say and Lean into his warm touch. Heart melting at the way his eye's look over you with adoration.

"you're not an idiot" he chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead before leaning his own forehead on yours. Eye's closed as yours flutter closed. "if it was the other way around I'd kill the person you flirted with... So it's understandable that you was annoyed with me" he muttered, you snort at his words and pull back to smile at him.

"trust me boba I know you would, you nearly killed that man who looked at me in that damned place" you muse, remembering how his hand twitched to grasp his blaster pistol and shoot the man who sent a wink your way.

"I know I've never said this out loud princess, but I - I think i love you" he whispers and his eyes gaze into yours with a sparkle you've never seen before.

You felt your heart do a flip and a smile spread across your face, "I love you too boba" you say, placing a hand on the back of his neck, fingers slowly running through the dark curls, his hair soft as silk.

Boba pulls you in for a soft slow kiss, his lips fitting perfectly against your own as he takes his precious time. This kiss wasn't like the usual rough paced lustful kisses he usually gifted you, his movements wasn't rushed. The kiss was gentle, delicate. Languid as he slowly trailed his hand that rests against your cheek to the back of your neck, causing you to hum into the kiss.

But boba fett was ever the tease and pulls away all to quickly for your liking and smiles at the pout on your face. "we should probably get some sleep, we have to leave early in the morning" he reminds you, causing the pout to deepen.

"do we have too?" you whine, and whenever he gives you a stern look you know you wasn't getting your way.

"unless you want to deal with a very pissed jabba, I'd suggest you get ready for bed" he said while standing up, scooping his helmet into his arms and picking up the blaster he had discarded. "be sure to put the fire out" he gives you a nod and heads to the ship. You watch him walk away with a fond smile.

After putting the fire out and making your way to the ship, you walk inside your sleeping area and spot boba in the cot and already under the furs. His beskar neatly set aside by the foot of the cot while he looks up at you, arms opening beckoning you to join him. So after taking your weapons off and uncomfortable pants you quickly crawl in bed and into his awaiting arms.

You snuggled into his warmth, head rested on his chest while your palm was pressed to his heart, feeling its beating. His arms wrapped around you tightly, cradling you against his chest as if he was afraid if he didn't you somehow drift away.

Though boba fett was a man who never showed emotion, he always displayed affection and love for you. His precious love, his princess.

And just as you was drifting off to sleep his words of sweet little things was the last thing you heard.

#pedro pascal #din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian x reader #baby yoda #mando x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #boba fett imagine #boba fett x reader #boba fett

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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When I look at yuzuru he strikes me as a really soft cutesy charming etheral individual not really homme fatal kind of guy that's why I think he's pure romantic rather than TR what do u think? ( love you btw)

i’ve been thinking about it as well, but it’s not a crystal clear case. he’s a sportsman, skating morphs the body in the most uncommon ways which makes it harder to narrow down the type.

basics first so we get the foundations right: pinpointing the kibbe category he is + isn’t and why, the subtype after.

1. which one of the big 5?

- safe to say, yes: he’s somewhere in the romantic category. nobody does these outfits quite like yuzu. light fabrics, intricate embellishments, he is famous for all that gorgeous princely tailoring. the sport is all about the sequins, he definitely shines in them. every professional figure skating photographer out there will tell you that he hits different and you can see why.

WOW.

i’ve witnessed people complaining that the glitz and glam no longer suits his age, he gets scorn for not dressing traditionally masculine, but i don’t know how it wouldn’t look appropriate. the only valid criticism is that it’s often a hit or miss, but we’d be damned if this isn’t what an ice prince looks like.

he’s the best in the world and his main goal is to put on a show. rolling up in a polo shirt would contradict the objective, being an allround artist first and only then a jump technician. he’s exactly how you’d expect a yuzuru hanyu to look like. if you appear ‘like yourself’, it’s the right kibbe category.

R clothing typically has a sexy edge as well, you can’t put a kid into that. cut out cleavage, transparent, figure-hugging, no way. if anything, most R styles seemed all over the place when yuzu was younger (this is from 2010). yin is meant to be tailored for adults to begin with, you can’t make it teenage gamine.

eleven years later at 26, yuzuru hanyu in 2021, adult man, wearing the hell out of a skating gala outfit. this would be tacky on someone any younger. R is not just light and sweet but also dignified and mature. long story short. he’s grown into a yin-dominant type. fits to a T, a feast for the eye.

- meanwhile: you can easily exclude dramatic. very thick, stable fabrics with large lines are gigantic on him. D clothing is a yuzu charm killer, figures because it’s the type opposite to romantic (pure yang). it washes out the face and is twice as wide as his frame is, bulks out around the shoulders.

- not a natural type either, it feels a bit too simple, underchallenging. ruffled hair appears dishevelled where it’d be just right on a natural. it doesn’t fully highlight him: natural looks aren’t the most memorable on yuzuru even if they tend to be rather neutral and don’t look too off per se, it has a bit of draping after all.

he looks really good in the below outfit, but his frame doesn’t fill it out. he’s all elegant underneath and radiates ballet while N is a rough, easy-going, and leisurely concept for very bulky frames. the waist gets missing in translation, the mid-section of shirts like these is too wide.

- not a gamine either. he might appear like one and i deliberated back and forth whether he is Pure G or FG, but the material mix, line breaks, and fashion experiments are creating chaos rather than something put-together. it just isn’t as flattering as when he does drapes and florals. the hair being cropped (typical gamine cut) often obfuscates the face. G styles are confusing on yuzu.

his skating is from outer space but this is probably a bit too galactical 😅

- not a classic. something’s not right, suits like these contrast a lot with how round his face is and sit on his body very randomly. missing waist again (yin). the same people who want him to dress more conservatively/masculine have been roasting yuzu for looking like a salary man in that style 🤔 i sense hypocrisy. in any case, classic underwhelms, he’s made to dress up. more points to yin, he he’s too petite to wear C.

now, we got the main category down, time for subtyping. romantic has two options.

2. which romantic?

arguments in favor of Theatrical Romantic:

this type is what he often portrays in the rink (e.g. the phantom of the opera programme) and has become his secret weapon. whether that speaks of his true type is the question. what i mean is, he can pull it off, the seductive homme fatale. compare jimin, people lose their minds over theatrical romantic men. yuzu is in that lane as well.

as in, balance of main yin with a yang undercurrent — the very gentle, princely young man with the soft face who gathers everyone’s hearts, and he is a damn flirt on ice, but who can give a very visceral, dark performance. that shows a tremendous fervor and an edge, with an athletic and taut body.

he does have some yang elements to his physicality. streamlined silhouette, some narrowness, extreme flat muscle, long triangular upper body, some vertical line. also — his color palette (aka skin undertone, cool v warm, hue, chroma, deepness etc) might match TR. on the other hand, it might simply be the black hair giving him the contrast for it.

the reason why we might get the TR impression is that he often wears all black which suggests dramatic, and the athleticism in his profession has trained away the chubbiness he might naturally have. the face as the only part that won’t be somehow affected by his routine is all yin.

arguments in favor of pure Romantic:

... as you pointed out. in private life and backstage, he is quite effortlessly sweet- and small-looking. with the delicacy and doe-eyedness you’d expect from pure romantic, very unlike his performance persona.

if you didn’t know he’s copyrighted BDE on the ice, yuzu seems like he can’t harm a fly, round rosy bean he is. he makes a very innocent and soft 1st impression in candids which no other type except soft gamine does.

facial features, all opposite of yang. not long, not sharp, not planar, not angular, not bony, not narrow. the button nose, full lips, and puffy cheeks is all you see. you’d not think of him as striking (=D, FN).

that’s also why he’s always pitted as nathan chen’s opposite in whatever he does. nate is on the other end of the kibbe spectrum, people probably don’t even realize that their physical lines are contrasting archetypes. it’s subconsciously part of why people can construct such a rivalry.

study nathan’s face and it becomes apparent. very oblong shape, flat-laying flesh and an asymmetric jaw that couldn’t be any more prominent (=yang). the brows and eyes create a powerful horizontal unlike yuzu’s more wide-set puppy eyes. the nose is longer, the ears, too. nathan looks sharp, piercing, and intimidating rather than soft. you see the exact outline of the bone.

with him, you assume the reverse of what people think of yuzu at first glance. if you didn’t know that nathan couldn’t be any nerdier, you’d believe he’s 1000% jock-off-the-charts. how he has a lot of yang contributed to his on-ice image, too. one’s kibbe type can shape life choices since people see you in a certain way simply based on your lines.

how yuzu is such a visual difference to nathan further points to how he’s closer to pure yin: rather than a subtype that picks up elements from dramatic. otherwise, you’d see some of that angularity. but no: roundness over structure, you see the flesh, not frame. you couldn’t call him a jock by all means 😆

you won’t see that chiseled geometry and crazy jawline/browline. as you say he’s more cutesy, and a charmer, the whole fandom will agree. pure romantics have everyone wrapped around their fingers (and their booty lmao!) because you want to pepper them with kisses, yin types all look so non-threatening and beautiful. ethereal is the right word.

and they’re the sexiest ofc, since they’re curvy. R got hips.

sigh... this type is a showstopper. what to do with him. he can beam at ya or he can sway his hips at ya, another unsuspecting hanyu interessee falls for the guy. he does the prince concept and the sexy cutie alike.

he tries to convince us otherwise 😂

sexy aside, he looks great in the respective clothing recs, with waist emphasis and rounded edges. kimonos are often soft dramatic or natural-inspired, but it works out well this way. and again: romantic is not childish/playful clothing of some kind, it can be very official and deliberate.

rather than in edge tailoring which is very loose around his arms and does yuzu no justice. that’s actually the kind of clothing that makes him appear either younger or older depending on if it’s D or C.

TLDR - he might not seem completely yin in his appearance, but that’s because of his excessive sports regimen. since yuzu has been training since he was a kid, we never saw how he’d normally be. he rocks the pure romantic regardless and it’s likely it’s his kibbe type. him wearing R is always a spectacle.

bonus kibbe meme: yuzu, photoshopped to the moon and back, wearing soft dramatic for a toothpaste ad. amazing.

#kibbe #kibbe body types #yuzuru hanyu #kibbe types #figure skating #cub mail 🐆#anon #ask #long post #yuzuru hayu thread

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jalapeno-princess · 3 years

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10:34 A.M.

The sunlight was warm against your cheeks as it shone in through the windows; yet, it wasn’t the harsh rays that woke you from your comfortable slumber.

You could feel a tender gaze directed right at you along with a pair of strong arms, your favorite pair of arms to be exact—wrapped protectively around your waist.

Gentle fingers glided softly along your face; almost featherlight to the point where you wouldn’t have even noticed that he was touching you if it weren’t for the callousness of his digits connecting the dots of your scattered freckles and the cool metal on his fourth finger.

You had yet to open your eyes, but you were confident in the idea that your husband was staring at you and you didn’t want to make it known that you were awake just yet.

Honestly, it felt as though you were still in dreamland—everything was just too good to be true. Memories of the most perfect day of your entire life soon came rushing back to your mind and you couldn’t help the small smirk that was now encompassing your face—giving away the fact that you were no longer asleep.

“Good morning Mrs.Tuan.”

Hearing the excitement yet raspiness in his voice along with his last name that was also yours now sent so many emotions to your chest. You were over the moon to say the least. He let out a giggle when you hid your face against his bare chest and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Good morning Mr.Tuan.”

“Ah, I’m never going to get tired of calling you Mrs.Tuan. I still can’t believe you’re my wife. God, it’s like a dream come true—“

“Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for over five years for you to propose to me—“

Mark let out a guttural groan at the sound of your playful complaint; dropping his head in between the valley of your breasts and earning himself a shove to his shoulder. A blush was now adorning your cheeks; only then as you felt his warm breath against your nipples did you come to the realization that you were naked. It didn’t bother you though, not like it did when you and Mark first became intimate back in the third week of your relationship.

He was your husband now and the two of you made love to each other numerous times in the duration of your five year relationship that you were no longer shy whenever you’d find yourself naked around him. Actually, Mark was very vocal about how insanely beautiful you were—and devastatingly sexy which led you to lose your timidity and gain a newfound confidence. One that you never knew existed and you owed entirely to your husband.

“Hey, we went over this on multiple occasions baby. I wanted to propose to you only months after we started dating—I knew I was in love with you after only the third date. Trust me, it was extremely difficult for me having to introduce you as my girlfriend and not my wife for these last few years. I don’t know why—I mean sure, getting to call you my girlfriend and getting to be called your boyfriend was all that mattered to me. You’re my soulmate y/n. My person—but something about the titles “wife” and “husband” is more permanent. It solidifies a relationship. But I wanted us to be finished with school and settled in to our actual careers before taking things any further. It worked out though didn’t it? Look at us. We’re both redeemingly successful with our positions at the companies we work at and we share a two story house in our mid twenties. Not that it matters, but we can live comfortably as a married couple unlike a lot of people our age. We’re a whole now. You’re stuck with me and my penis for the rest of your life—“

“Oh God. Just when it was getting so romantic, you just had to throw your dick in there. Well, you’re stuck with me and my pussy—“

“I don’t consider myself stuck at all. Your pussy is so magical—fuck, we’ve had sex at least three hundred times, maybe even more than that and every single time, you never failed to blow my mind—and my dick. But shit, last night had to be the best night of my entire life. Yesterday, was the most incredible day in my twenty-seven years of existence. You are the most beautiful person in the entire world and I’m not just saying that because you’re my wife, it’s true. Not only on the outside; which, honestly, you are a sight for sore eyes. I can never take my eyes off of you and I never want to. I’d stare at you in awe of your beauty all day if time permitted me to. But you have the most kindest and generous hearts and you are just the sweetest soul. I can’t wait to remind you every single day for the rest of our lives just how perfect you are to me.”

He brought his thumb up to the brim of your eyelids and wiped away a tear that you didn’t even know fell. God, this man was really the love of your life. You’d never be able to comprehend exactly what you did to deserve being the lucky girl who loved Mark and got to be loved by him, but you would never take your position in his life as his bride for granted.

Before you could continue to let any more tears fall at his endearing words, he was quick to continue his not so innocent speech about the many naughty thoughts taking up all the space his mind.

“I don’t know if it’s because we’re newlyweds or because you never cease to amaze me each and every time we stumble in to bed together but the sex we had just hours ago in my opinion was the best sex we’ve ever had. I know I complimented you almost the entire day yesterday on how gorgeous you looked in that wedding dress and I’m sure my never ending tears that flowed down my cheeks as you walked down the aisle and my wedding vows that were almost twenty minutes long are enough to prove my undying love for you. But God, seeing you in that dress—that dress was made for you. You looked so fucking ethereal and damn, it looked so much better on the floor once I got you alone. You know, my mind is still a little hazy from sleeping—maybe you could remind me just how amazing it was—if I knew you were this abusive, I would have made you work harder for that ring you’re wearing.”

Both his and your laughter filled the room and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes and pinching his cute little butt. Your wedding day was everything you could have ever dreamt of and more. There were countless times in your relationship where you would day dream about what your wedding would be like. It didn’t take you too long to realize that Mark was the person you wanted to settle down and start a family with. Everything within you; your heart, your mind, your body and your soul was his. You were set on Mark Tuan; for life. Since he took his time with asking you to marry him, you developed some insecurities about whether or not he saw himself marrying you. Sure, he may have talked about your future together every now and then, but not once did he ever bring up marriage so you just assumed he had no plans on getting married at all.

It made your engagement all the more special when he did finally get around to proposing to you less than a year ago while the two of you were in vacation in Hawaii. You tried to convince yourself that you would be happy even if Mark were to confess he had no plans on tying the knot. As long as Mark was in your life, you were content with whatever title you held in his. But on that magical night when he got down on one knee and went in to detail about his undying love for you as the two of you watched the sunset go down, you felt wholeheartedly that his proposal was one dreams were made of.

“What are you thinking about?” You looked at him in curiosity and it was in that moment; looking at his blank stare did you realize you were probably mirroring his exact facial expression.

“Nothing. Just that I’m really happy. Really, really happy. You mean everything to me Mark. I don’t know what I would do without you and I dont even want to think about my life before you were in it. It was colorless and dull. Now all I see is so many beautiful colors. Just the mere thought of you along pulls on my heartstrings in such a miraculous way. I love the way you make me feel and I love the effect you’ve had on me. I’m so in love with you and I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.”

Your husband gave you his signature gummy smile before smashing his mouth roughly against yours. He licked on your bottom lip and took it in between his sharp teeth, nibbling all but gently while dragging his cold fingertips along your smooth skin.

“You’re my happily ever after y/n. I kind of regret not getting around to marrying you sooner. I just really wanted to give you the ring and the wedding that you’ve always wanted. You deserved the entire universe and more y/n. Truly, there’s so much I want to give you. You are genuinely out of this world; you’re practically a goddess—an otherworldly being and honestly, you deserve so much more than what this world has to offer you. I’m not stupid my love, I’ve picked up on the many wedding magazines you’d scatter throughout the house, I’ve noticed you’ve been watching a couple of episodes from that one Disney weddings show and I overheard you talking to your mom about not knowing how I felt about marriage. I’m sorry that you had to question my feelings for you, but I thought that my constant love confessions and the way I could never stop holding you, kissing you and needing to be around you was enough to prove the fact that you are my home. You own my heart y/n. You always have and you always will forever. The feeling is mutual baby. I don’t care what ends up happening to me. I don’t care where we end up living—if we ever decide to move houses, cities, states or even countries. I don’t care what my job title is, how much money I’ll end up making or what anyone other than you has to think or say about me. Life—life can be rough and there are days that I just want to scream, cry and run away. But then I look at you and I see my purpose—I look at you and see the reason for my existence. You’re the reason why I breathe. You’re the reason why my heartbeat increases—the reason why I wake up with the biggest grin on my face. You are my reason to be happy and I could never thank you enough for all you’ve done for me in the last five years. Now, I can’t wait to continue to relish in our love for many more decades to come.”

#got7 imagines #mark tuan #got7 #mark tuan imagines #got7 mark

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ineloqueent · 3 years

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hi tina 💞 not sure how easy this is, since my astrophysics knowledge is nearing -273 *C, but you could do mutuals as astronomical sights? comets, planets, galaxies etc... sorry if not!! 💖✨

anna! and anon! you’ve given me a wonderful chance to ramble about space. you may come to regret it, however...

if i’ve forgotten you, please do not take it personally! i didn’t mean to. my mind is just but a glorified puddle :)

@archaicmusings — vega

vega is the brightest star in the constellation lyra, and happens to be my favourite star. don’t ask me why vega is my favourite star, or why lyra is my favourite constellation, because i haven’t got a coherent answer for you. i’ve just always been drawn to them. a bit like cal, really. i feel like we’ve known each other for far longer than just four months, and she’s so lovely that i’m fairly sure i could say anything to her and she’d just accept me for whatever rubbish i’m rambling about this time. and, in the depressing year that’s been 2020, cal has been a bright star.

@drivenbybri — halley’s comet

honestly, is there anything more iconic than halley’s comet? there can’t be much. probably the best known comet of all time, halley’s comet is a short-period comet (and if you’ve read starstruck, you know how much i prefer short-period comets to those long-period comets with their damned 200-year perihelions, even if certain people suggest that this makes them quite special), meaning that it is visible from earth every 75-ish years. halley’s comet last made an appearance in the lovely year of 1986, and will thus appear next in 2061 (i’m so excited for my 59-year-old self!!!). halley’s comet, though well-known, is still a rare breed, so to speak. it is rare, and extraordinarily beautiful that a comet appears to a human twice within their lifetime. sofie is rare, just like halley’s comet, and equally beautiful, both in heart and with that lovely curly hair of hers. i’m honoured to know her, just as i shall be honoured to see halley’s comet one day.

@brianmays-hair — cassiopeia a

cassiopeia a (or rather, the remnant of cassiopeia a) was a supernova within the constellation of cassiopeia. for those of you who do not obsess over interstellar matter the way that i do, supernovae are explosions of massive stars, or white dwarfs drawn to nuclear fusion, within their final stages of life. not much is known about how these explosions necessarily take place, and nasa has only caught on video one such explosion, back in 2016. the most commonly presented image of the remnant of cassiopeia a is a false-colour image, composed with three different wavebands of light. it is, as you can see, very beautiful. supernovae radiate energy and light throughout the cosmos during their existence, and thus having a great effect on the space surrounding them. i therefore liken jess to cassiopeia a because she has a brilliant personality, vibrant and inspiring, which comes across especially in her writing. but of course, the beauty of cassiopeia a has nothing on her.

@deacyblues — sirius

as far as we humans and the scientists among us know, sirius is the brightest star in the observable universe. housed within the constellation of canis major, sirius has always been monumentally important in terms of navigation, since ancient times. i tell pearl this all the time, but truly, i mean it; her outlook on life is inspiring, how she never fails to be positive even in times of great trouble. like sirius, pearl is a light, ever-present within the mindset of living for today, ever-determined, and unfailingly kind.

@joemazzmatazz — black hole

please let me explain before this gets taken the wrong way: I LOVE BLACK HOLES. i specifically want to study black holes, whenever i get the chance to specialise within astrophysics. they fascinate me to no end, with a kind of allure that only the mysterious can hold. furthermore, black holes may be the key to understanding the universe; if we understand black holes, we will be able to make headway on other matter, such as dark matter, and dark energy, the latter of which makes up the majority of the observable universe, and will lead us to astronomical (if you’ll pardon the ill-worded expression, and the unintentional pun) conclusions concerning both the beginning of our universe, and the eventual end. regan, just like a black hole, is a wealth of information, especially concerning the knowledge she harbours about disney, and the business management sector of it. it’s quite truly inspirational.

@im-an-adult-ish — the milky way

ah yes, the milky way. home to all of us. and that is the essence of my explanation here. meredith has such a friendly way about her, and she’s the kind of person you can easily turn to and feel welcomed. a bit like our little corner of the universe <3

@almightygwil — the sun

i think this is probably self-explanatory, if a bit repetitive, but ellie is a ray of sunshine. but perhaps that sells her a little short, because ellie is just so genuinely lovely that she must herself be the sun. her writing talent astounds me (you could say it blinds me, ha ha), and she never fails to be somehow both sweet and very chaotic at the same time. it’s very admirable (and certainly relatable, on the chaotic front). the sun itself, if we think about the surface and the fusion that takes place there, is both the sweetest sight ever seen, and quite chaotic, so i think it fitting that ellie is the sun.

@hijackmy-heart — callisto

callisto is one of jupiter’s moons, and my favourite, because it looks like a piece of the night sky decided to curl up into a ball. i don’t know nat too well, but i know that she’s gorgeous, like callisto, and loves roger taylor. let me explain. jupiter, in roman mythology, is the god of the sky and of thunder. in norse mythology, thor is the equivalent of jupiter, and to me, roger has always had a bit of that typical scandinavian look going, with the blonde hair and blue eyes (not to say that all scandis look like this, but he fits the stereotype :)). nat loves roger, and callisto orbits jupiter, so there you have it.

@six-bloodyminutes — the moon

the moon has a serenity about it, and mo has a knack for telling quite wild things with a most casual air. for instance, according to my sources, when a certain dorm room caught fire (?). mo thus bears this serenity, akin to the serenity i associate with the moon, with equal grace and chaos.

@dancingdiscofloof — pluto

pluto! the not-planet-oh-wait-maybe-it’s-a-planet-jk-jk-unless..? i still think that pluto should be considered a planet, despite the many arguments against the poor sod. pluto was once a planet, and should therefore have remained a planet, for the plain and simple fact that taking away its planethood was like giving a person a present, and then taking it back immediately afterward. anyway. i’m rambling. i also do not know rove very well, but i know that she’s kind, and, judging by the memes she shares, both of ryan gosling and tom hanks, that she is quirky— a bit like our beloved pluto.

@imcompletelylost — aurora borealis/aurora australis

also known as the northern lights/the southern lights, the polar lights, the merry dancers, the fox fires, or swarms of luminous herring (you can thank my ancestors, followers of norse mythology, for that one), the aurora is an astronomical phenomenon precipitated by the complete ring of light surrounding the poles, “which at its brightest has a distinctively green tint” (may, brian, et al. the cosmic tourist. carlton books, 2016.). yes i just made a citation from one of brian’s books. don’t worry about it. anyway, particles emitted from our sun are caught by the magnetic fields of earth’s poles, and thus produce this ethereal effect. but you know what the aurora has always reminded me of? disco lights. and libby is noting if not the queen of disco. oh, and, libby’s makeup talents? the aurora could never.

@aprilaady — butterfly nebula

the butterfly nebula is incredibly beautiful. but also, depending on from which angle it is beheld, it looks quite different. dor will surprise you, in the loveliest way possible (and sometimes the funniest) with a kind word or a joke, or even just a relatable comment. she has so many talents, being rivetingly smart within so many fields, especially the sciences, and in this, conveys multitudes, like the butterfly nebula. one might say her soul is painted like the wings of butterflies...

@doing-albri — solar eclipse

the alignment of the sun, moon, and earth. difficult to see, especially in totality, if you continually live in the same place. but there’s something magical in that alignment, i think. something quite poetic. it’s partially in the name ‘eclipse’ and partially in the nickname— a “ring of fire.” i saw the solar eclipse in august of 2018, and looking up at it, i was quite awestruck. you’re not supposed to stare directly at solar eclipses, because despite the moon overshadowing the sun, you can still damage your eyes significantly by looking at them. vi is so bright, both in her attitude and in her intelligence, and thus i’ve chosen the solar eclipse for her. also, when a solar eclipse occurs, using a piece of cardboard with a hole (or generally any thick-radius circular object with an opening), you can recreate the phenomenon on another surface, resulting in beautiful patterns and light-art, which i think speaks to vi’s eye for aesthetics.

@imalososos — meteor shower

meteor showers are perhaps some of the most beautiful phenomena i have ever seen. back in the summer of 2016, i stayed up all night to watch the perseids rush across the sky, and i was not disappointed, by any means. within the early hours of the 12th of august, an estimated 80 meteors darted across the heavens each hour. meteors, in essence, are clusters of mineral, usually debris from comets, which enter the atmosphere of a planet, and thus seem to shoot across the sky. now, you may be wondering, what’s the bloody blooming difference between meteoroids, meteors, and meteorites, and why are we talking about meteors in particular? well, meteoroids are cosmic debris that have not yet entered an atmosphere; as soon as a piece of cosmic debris enters a planet’s atmosphere, it is classified as a meteor. as for meteorites, nothing is a meteorite unless it strikes the ground. anyway. you didn’t come here for my science ramblings. meteors are also called ‘shooting stars,’ and let’s be honest, they’re space’s idea of art. streaks of light across the sky? sounds like a painting to me, and darya, among many other things, is an artist— and a brilliant one, at that. so i think it very fitting to describe her as the art of the universe <3

@mazzell-ro — saturn

i! love! saturn!!! being the only planet in our solar system with highly visible rings, it just stands out to me. it’s absolutely gorgeous, and an object of much inspiration to me, when i was little and decided that space was absolutely something i wanted to see. i could write an eight-verse song about saturn, i love it so much, and honestly, i think ro could write one too; she’s an excellent musician. but aside from its lovely rings, saturn is unique because its composition, in the ratio of its gases, would allow the planet to float in water. ro is uniquely wonderful, and her writing!!!!!!!! makes me so soft and happy and makes me want to give her the word. quite how i feel when i look up at saturn.

@mistiermistshazierdays — zodiacal light

you may recognise this term as brian’s speciality from when he was studying astrophysics. but what is it? zodiacal light is that strange triangle of light that appears glowing in the sky after twilight and before dawn, and is the subject of much earth-based astrophotography. extraordinarily beautiful, scientists are still not entirely sure what the phenomenon is, but most research and practical experiments are in favour of zodiacal light being sunlight reflected off of cosmic dust (also known as stardust!). now, if my knowledge of ancient greece and its mythology serves me, the name phoebe comes from phoebus, and (thank you google) means ‘bright.’ zodical light… bright… phoebe… you might say it’s a match made in the heavens. quite literally if we’re talking space. phoebe, you kind soul, you are stardust.

@speciallyred — andromeda galaxy

and last, but certainly not least, dear anna. i name thee the andromeda galaxy, partially for your own name, and partially for its poetic beauty. andromeda, the neighbour galaxy of our deal ol’ milky way, is actually about 2.5 million lightyears (15 trillion miles, 22.5 trillion km) away from us, here on earth. call me vain for the number of times i’ve described the beauty of space throughout this rather extended exposition, but andromeda is startlingly beautiful. one reason for this objective beauty is that andromeda is estimated to be home to roughly double the number of stars within our own galaxy. anna is one of the most talented poets i have ever come across, hands down, and what be the food of poetry, if not the stars?

#happy christmas to those who celebrate it!!!#mutuals tag #space

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whataboutmyfries · 4 years

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Okay, but I just had this thought and I needed to write this cause OH MY GOD imagine Remus Lupin in a bookstore it was just supposed to be a smallish thing, but it got a litle out of hand :))) enjoy!

~ Remus Lupin could get drunk off of this feeling, It wasn’t like he didn’t, he thought as he ran his fingers over the spines of books, the smell of paper and adventure in the air. Remus always thought that is is what magic felt like; paper and ink and adventure.

To him, books had always been the one true source of magic. They were the one thing that kept him sane in this world. Books, and — of course— his boyfriend, who at this moment was following him around cluelessly, reading a doctor strange comic book.

Remus shoved his glasses up his nose and smiled, his amber eyes bright with adoration and awe, taking in the shelves over shelves over shelves of books.

It was his birthday today and he had nearly squealed with excitement when Sirius had surprised him with a date at this bookstore. He had known Sirus was planning something big, what with the weeks and weeks of research he had been doing.

Remus went back to the books, caressing the spines with scarred fingers occasionally pulling one out to read the synopsis.

Sirius loved the way Remus looked in a bookstore, sparkling eyes, a lopsided grin and childlike wonder. This was why Sirius had looked so far for so long to find the perfect date for Remus’ birthday. This was going to be an important day, and Sirius wasn’t going to mess it up.

This was said to be one of the most beautiful bookstores in the world. It was a church that had been converted to a bookstore, making it feel almost ethereal, softly glowing liked, vaulted, carved ceilings and ancient marble floorwork.

“Pads, Pads! C’mere” Remus jerked his chin to call him over, his arms already weighed down with a small pile of books. Sirius smiled, shaking his head as he walked over, looping an arm around Remus’ waist.

Remus turned his head, kissing Sirius soft and slow. “Padfoot, I— you have no idea how much this means to me, thank you.”

Sirius just slipped his fingers into the pocket of Remus’ jeans “Well, I am the best boyfriend ever y’know, so this is all in a days work for me.”

Remus rolled his eyes, pulling away from Sirius, tugging him along to wander around the place. Remus stopped in front of the classics section, immediately grabbing one of the special editions of ‘a tale of two cities’, one of Remus’ all-time favourites.

“Sirius, pads! Look! Isn’t it gorgeous?”

Sirius took the now enormous pile of books from Remus, kissing his temple as he looked down at the book. “Mmmm, it’s your favourite isn’t it?”

Remus just nodded enthusiastically, tracing the embossed title with long fingers.

Remus wanted to live here, this place was amazing, he had no words to describe it. Unfortunately for him (and fortunately for his bank account) He had agreed to meet Lily for a drink that night, and had to leave soon.

“Re? It’s almost 8, you wanna get to Lily’s?” Sirius walked over, blowing hair out of his eyes as he attempted to carry the numerous tomes Remus had selected for himself.

Remus laughed, taking half of the pile from Sirius as they walked to the checkout counter, “I was just thinking the same thing.”

Remus almost fainted when he saw the amount he had rung up, and nearly swooned when Sirius paid it all of like it was nothing, insisting that it was his birthday and that this could be his birthday gift.

Remus and Sirius walked out into the night, lugging the bags full of books. They grin as they load them into the trunk, Sirius making ridiculous quips about various books, ‘tequila mockingbird’ and ‘when I think about you reading I touch my shelf’ among them.

Just as Remus was about to get in the car, Sirius stopped the door, leaning down to kiss Remus’ forehead

“Get a coffee with me moons? Please?”

Who could say no to that face? Remus grinned, locking the car as they walked back into the bookstore, taking a different route to reach the cafe.

All of a sudden, Sirius tripped, catching himself just in time as he frowned down at his shoelaces.

“Re, could you get me an iced latte? I’ll find us a table.” Remus shrugged stepping in line to get the drink.

Remus walked over to the table a few minutes later, coffee and croissant in hand. Sirius grinned taking the cup from Remus as they both sat. Sirius took a sip, wincing at the taste before reaching across the table for some sugar.

The motion knocked over a spoon, the utensil clattering to the floor, as Sirius cursed under his breath, ducking under the table to retrieve it.

“Pads, here let me—”

Remus’ words faded into air as he saw what Sirius was doing. His boyfriend grinned up at his shyly from where he knelt on the floor, a book-shaped ring box in his hands.

“I— Pads, what?!” Remus’ hands shot to his mouth, his trembling fingers covering his lips.

“Hush Re, listen to me? Please?”

Remus didn’t trust his voice, and instead nodded, eyes flicking between the plain silver band and Sirius’ face.

“Moons, you have made me the happiest person alive on this planet for so many years. You’ve always been there for me, whether it was when James betrayed me and started dating deer old Lily,”

Remus chuckled at that, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“And when I ran away from home, from dear ol’ mum. You were always right there by my side, helping me out of every doggone situation I got myself into. It would make me so happy to do the same for you, for the rest of our lives. I want to remind you every damn day, just how much I love you, because you always look so shocked when I tell you. Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love. Re, I feel like anything is pawsible when you’re with me, so I hope you can make this dream a reality. Moons, do your ridiculous boyfriend one last favour and marry me?”

Remus’s face was wet with tears as he smiled a watery smile, reaching down t run his fingers through Sirius’ hair.

“Yes, yes! Oh my god, pads yes!”

Sirius’ answering smile was so bright it lit up the bookstore as everyone surrounding them cheered. Sirius got up, pulling the ring out of the book to put it on Remus’ finger. When Remus looked closer at the box he almost sobbed, cause there, in Sirius’ elegant script it said, “I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul”

“A tale of two cities? Pads, you shouldn’t have.”

Sirius just smiled, pulling Remus in, kissing him long and slow. “Wait till you see the inside of the ring.”

Remus’ jaw dropped as he tugged the ring off his finger, examining the inside of the cold metal.

Remus soft gasp was all the vindication Sirius needed as Remus grabbed Sirius chin, kissing him passionately.

Because on the inside of the ring, engraved into the silver it read,

“By you, I am forever undone.”

A/N: Requests are open!!!

#wolfstar #a tale of two cities #the cruel prince #wolfstar au #sirius orion black #sirius black #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #Remus lupin #whataboutmyfries #proposal #books #harry potter #hp marauders #marauders era fanfiction #marauders era fic #marauders era #harry potter marauders

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theimpossibleg1rl · 4 years

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Faking It | Mini Series | Three.

Actor!Bucky Barnes x OFC Alex Pierce

Warnings: language, angst, mild smut

James 'Bucky' Barnes is one of the most famous, sought after young actors in the world. Alex Pierce is the up and comer with a few credits under her belt. What happens when their PR people suggest a "fake" relationship to boost their images?

tags: @dreams-in-blxck @badassbaker | tags open

When she took his hand, he froze.

He could sense her anxiety. It was obvious to him. He had it too, but he kept that part of his life as private as possible. That was something he preferred others didn’t know. Besides, it was easy to fake it. Just like everything else in his life.

They walked the rest of the carpet, answering questions, posing for photos. Conversing with his co-stars. Easy. Fake that smile, Barnes. Just a few more hours and you could go back to the hotel. Rest for the night before jetting back to New York.

He took the seat beside her in the theater, noting how she refused to look at him once they were away from the press. She hated him, he figured. That was only fair. He’d done all he could to push her away. He only had a few months left. No use in getting attached.

****

Alex remained quiet in the car. She tried to focus on other things. Anything but the faint scent of his cologne. The heat radiating off his body. How fucking good he looked in the velvet tux. She needed to reel it in or it would be a disaster.

Separate hotel rooms. Different floors. No use in pretending behind closed doors.

She closed the door behind her and reached back, unzipping the gown and hung it back on the hanger to return to the designer in the morning. She washed her face, changed into a loose tank and leggings. Reached for the remote once she climbed in the bed.

Do not think about Barnes. Don’t do it.

It was useless. For fuck’s sake. His hands on her waist. Hot breath on her neck. God damned James Barnes and his perfect face. His gorgeous blue eyes. His strong hands…stop it, Pierce. Don’t think about his hands. Think about something else. Fuck, anything else.

That was a bad, bad idea. Because it left her mind to run to…other body parts. No. No. No. Too late. Fuck it, she groaned and shimmied out of her leggings. No one needed to know, right? Certainly not Bucky. Oh god, definitely not Bucky. She’d die of sheer embarrassment.

His name fell from her lips at the first touch.

Yeah, Alex was completely fucked.

****

The cold shower was doing absolutely nothing for Bucky. He could still feel the soft silk. Wondering what was underneath. She didn’t strike him as the prudish type. No, not Alex. He’d seen those scenes, the ones she’d filmed with him on set. They’d honestly gotten him through a few lonely nights.

Her moans, breathy. Soft. Like the sweetest song. And fuck, he wanted to make her make those sounds. He wanted to be the reason she moaned like that. He wanted to coax those beautiful sounds from her perfect lips. Wanted to taste her, know how she felt wrapped around his cock.

Fuck it. Wasn’t like he’d ever tell her. Not like she’d ever find out, right? So it just didn’t matter.

He fisted his hard cock in his hand. Those sounds filled his mind. Images of her underneath him. On top of him. Her mouth taking every inch of him. He bet she’d look absolutely perfect on her knees. In this moment, she wasn’t out of reach. No, he had her. She was his.

****

The flight home was excruciating. Alex just wanted to sleep. But it was pointless. She could never sleep on a plane, even when she traveled overseas. Which, of course, she’d be doing soon. All the while, keeping up the facade of this ‘relationship.’ Alex was burnt out.

Closing the door, she threw her bag on the floor and kicked off her shoes. She just wanted to climb into bed and sleep for a fucking week. Ignore all calls. Bury her head under blankets. Tune out the world.

Yeah, right.

“I don’t wanna,” she whined into the phone. “I just fuckin’ saw him, Jane! Give me like, a week or two before I have to deal with his ass again.” She did not need this shit. She just got home. Barely in the door.

“It’s just one night, Lex. Just one. Just an hour. Take some photos. Kiss for the cameras. Pretend you’re in love. One fucking hour. Please. It’s all I’m asking. Then I swear I’ll leave you alone for a week.”

Yeah, sure she would.

****

Bucky dreaded shit like this. Everything in this industry felt fake. Forced. Everything was a performance. He needed a vacation. A real one. Away from everything. Maybe call up an old hookup and take her to an island. He needed to get fucking laid. He was tired as hell of his hand.

His eyes flickered to the door of the small theater, her hair was windswept. A figure hugging black dress. Black Louboutins. Fuckin’ hell. He thought about fucking her in nothing but those shoes. God, he really needed to get some ass soon.

He held out a hand and she took it graciously, letting him pull her into a soft kiss on the cheek. “You look stunning,” he told her, making her blush a bit. Well, that was adorable.

The theater was packed. Wall to wall with people networking, trying to make their way up. Business talk filled the air. Cameras everywhere. He knew their faces would be all over the internet by midnight. She held onto him as they navigated the crowd, a smile never leaving her red lips.

“Wanna step outside?,” he asked her, “get some air?” She nodded, thanking him once they’d reached the balcony that overlooked the New York skyline. The moon hung high in the black sky. He could actually pick out a few stars out here.

“I hate this shit,” she muttered, leaning against the railing, looking out. He couldn’t help but admire her, the way the moonlight lit her features, making her look almost ethereal. How did he miss just how truly beautiful she was? “This industry garbage. It’s so incredibly fake. Everyone in there is full of it.”

He chuckled at her words. She was right though. Nothing but sharks in the business. They only cared about what you could give them. How much money you could make them. How good looking you were. No one really gave a shit about genuine talent anymore.

He moved beside her, turning his head to look at her, drinking her in. She tilted her head a bit, an amused look on her stunning face. “What’s on your mind, Barnes? What’s goin’ on in that head?” He grinned and leaned in closer.

“You wanna get outta here?”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes mini series #marvel au #bucky barnes smut #faking it

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mythicamagic · 4 years

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if you're still doing prompts, might i please ask for: “I can’t stay here with you— I just, when I’m around you, I can’t think. You make me dizzy… you make me weak.”

AN: This one is a modern AU with demons

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The prospect of meeting her best friends' parents proved nerve-racking when it really shouldn't have been. She and Inuyasha had met in university, briefly dating for a few weeks before deciding to break up. Staying in halls together, they'd bonded over crappy lecturers, strangely getting on despite their frequent arguments and clashing personalities. Like oil and water.

Stepping through the threshold of the house, Kagome tried not to flinch at the loudness of her heels clicking on the marble floors. He hadn't exactly sold his family to her very well, grumbling about them frequently and complaining about his father. Now he'd practically dragged her there to spend a few weeks at their summer home.

"I'm gonna go sniff em' out. Wait here," Inuyasha left her side, not seeing her wilt and chew her lip. The mansion swallowed her up, looking very Western in decor. She kind of preferred more traditional Japanese inspired mansions since the wide-open spaces and modern influences felt a little more impersonal.

Hearing something, Kagome frowned, glancing at the door on her left. Approaching, she cracked it open a sliver to peer inside, before walking in.

Long white hair caught her attention, ensnaring it. Broad shoulders shifted, the demon turning to pin her with a frosty gaze. Two magenta stripes painted his cheeks, a powder blue crescent moon adorning his forehead.

Freezing, her heart fluttered. Slowly, those golden eyes changed, shifting into something more considering. They then dragged down her form- causing Kagome to bristle.

'My Dad looks young for his age. He'll also probably hit on you.' Inuyasha had said.

This is probably him. Kagome bowed. "H-hi, I'm Kagome Higurashi. You must be Inuyasha's father," she said. "It's nice to meet you."

"His father?" Amusement coloured a deep baritone, soon plummeting into a sneer. "If I were the sire of that whelp I'd live in disgrace."

Jolting, Kagome straightened quickly- only to hear Inuyasha growl from behind her.

"What the hell are you doing here, bastard?"

Bastard? The only one who Inuyasha referred to like that was...

Kagome swallowed, mildly mortified as she stared at his half brother, the light coming in from the windows behind his regal form bathed the cruel demon in an ethereal glow. Slowly, an imperceptible smirk tugged his lips up.

And that was how she met Sesshoumaru.

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As it turned out, Inuyasha had a somewhat more complicated family tree than she'd first assumed. His actual father had a weathered look about his brass coloured eyes. Former General Touga motioned to his left and introduced a dark-haired, beautiful human woman as his wife. He'd then motioned to his right and introduced a white-haired, devastatingly gorgeous demoness as his wife as well.

Kagome had stared. Inukimi’s tinkling laughter rang out from behind her fan. “Poor little human, did Inuyasha not explain to you that he had two Mommys?"

"You're not my Mom," Inuyasha grumbled.

"Aw, love you too~"

The entire thing had made her feel like a fish out of water, but she'd smiled and stepped forward to greet them. All the while as she chatted to Izayoi, Kagome felt a pair of eyes burning into her back.

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They'd held a party a few weeks later, Kagome tugging at her dress. The clothes were a little too fancy for her tastes but she rolled with it. It was nice of them to even treat her, she couldn’t complain.

Somehow though, she’d begun to feel claustrophobic. Wanting to escape from the bright, burning lights in the hall, the crowds- the perfect faces of the demons as they'd chatted business around her had made Kagome bump face-first into Sesshoumaru's chest.

After steadying her with a raised brow, he’d escorted her out into fresh air, finding a secluded balcony and nursing drinks.

"Why do you dislike Inuyasha?" She muttered quietly after catching her breath.

Things had been weird. Really weird. Running into the demon had become a habit over the weeks. In the mornings they were both early birds, meeting in the kitchen. In the evenings they'd both sought the comfort of the library. Baking food for the family and asking his opinion on the taste, sitting next to him at dinner, thighs almost touching. Making her way from the shower to her room dressed only in a towel, her skin practically feverish when he'd stared after her bare shoulders...all of it was getting to be too much.

"He has obtained many things over the years that I feel he was undeserving of."

Kagome frowned. "Like what?"

Sesshoumaru sipped his drink. "Father cut me off when I reached a certain age in order to build my business from the ground up. Inuyasha has not. Father bequeathed him an heirloom the eldest should rightly have, Father-"

"Those are all things Inuyasha isn't responsible for. They were all your father's decisions, not his. You can't hate him for that, it's not fair."

"Fair," Sesshoumaru chuckled, fangs flashing as golden eyes narrowed. "You know nothing about it. Do not speak to me about fair."

Disappointed, Kagome pushed off the railing, intent on rejoining the party- when a hand encircled her wrist.

"He has also obtained you."

Her lungs constricted, heat inflaming her cheeks. "Let go."

"Miko-"

"Please," she said quietly, not looking at him. “I can’t stay here with you— I just, when I’m around you, I can’t think. You make me dizzy… you make me weak.” Sesshoumaru tugged, causing her body to turn- her feet planting firmly to stop just shy of touching his chest. The heat rolling off him felt like a physical caress. They were nose to nose. She hadn't realized, had moved without thinking, had been so focused on his gaze that she hadn't registered him moving closer.

"Such loyalty...to one so heedless of it," hot breath fanned over her lips.

Kagome grit her teeth. "Inuyasha and I might not be dating, but I'll always have his corner."

"What did you just say?"

"Huh? I said Inuyasha and I aren't dating but-"

Long fingered hands came up then- tangling in dark hair and holding her face as firm lips slanted over hers. Kagome gasped into his mouth, squeezing her eyes shut. Despite herself, rosy lips moved of their own accord.

Sesshoumaru kissed her with fervour, rolling youki out along her skin and electrifying her nerve endings. Kagome dragged painted nails over his chest, tailing reiki in their wake. He shuddered all over and she felt it, swallowed his quiet groan.

Ripping herself away then, Kagome seethed. Touching her smudged lipstick, she glared. "I hate you."

He laughed cruelly. Leaning away from her - and then leaning in again unexpectedly, his thigh pressed her legs apart, and she felt everything inside her freeze, and shift, and want. "No, you do not," Sesshoumaru uttered softly. He then released her, walking towards the party like she'd been intending to. "If you decide to favour a superior corner, miko-" he glanced at her over one shoulder. "This one would be glad of it and accept you readily."

Watching him leave, Kagome growled and glared daggers at his back.

Turning to the railing, she downed her drink, letting out a huff. Noticing something on the table nearby, she reached down and picked up a crisp white business card. A red and white honeycomb design patterned the edge.

That jerk.

Her fingers tightened around the pristine card, crumpling the edges. When it came to actually tossing it back onto the table however, she hesitated. Swallowing, Kagome frowned and slowly, carefully tucked the card into the safety of her purse.

Maybe one day, if he learned to be less of a jerk, she'd call him. But not a day sooner.

"I shouldn't hold my breath," Kagome grumbled, touching her burning lips and sighing.

Damn it.

#sesskag #effinsusie #Sesshoumaru x Kagome #asks #prompts

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outroshooky · 4 years

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a sliver of the stars | jhs

⇢ genre: drabble (fwb!au, friendstolovers!au) (fluff, smut, a smidgeon of angst)

⇢ pairing: jung hoseok x reader

⇢ word count: 1.1k

⇢ audio: weak when ur around / blackbear

⇢ warnings: smut (d/s dynamics [sub!reader], praise, a couple instances of a daddy kink, oral sex [f receiving], marking [bruises], implied sex), an instance or two of body image anxiety.

⇢ a/n: born out of my need to write more pieces for hoseok and the fact that i think he would 11/10 be the most caring partner, regardless of how official or not the relationship is. to all of my readers out there who struggle to love their bodies: you are beautiful. beautiful is found in diversity, in our differences. your stretch marks are beautiful. your skin, dark or light or something in between, is beautiful. you deserve to feel loved and you deserve to love yourself.

It’s an unspoken agreement. The kind of thing that’s never broached outside of the lips of whiskey bottles and bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces interlocking. Never discussed, kept under wraps, and all for the better, somehow. Like the world isn’t fucked up enough as it is with or without him in it, in or out of reality.

It’s strange when he stays. Stranger when he doesn’t stay to be fair, but he always tries his best. He likes to show that he cares, in spite of it all. A twist of your wrist during a messy blowjob, a sloppy makeout in the backseat of his car. But even then, he’s insisting that he return the favor with an open-mouthed kiss to your hip, and suddenly the cosmos is just a tiny bit brighter with him in it.

He loves to go down on you. Shocking, in some capacity. You can’t remember a day you ever looked in the mirror and felt worthy enough of that, of being wanted by somebody. Somebody who wasn’t just a run-of-the-mill type of guy, somebody with substance. Somebody you cared about, somebody who cared about you. Cares. Puts effort into it, this little thing you have that nestles itself between leather seams and the folds of your sheets. He wants it. Wants you.

His head is tucked between your thighs, your fingers a permanent fixture in his tawny mussed locks. He’s splayed your legs, bare for the world to see, but he’s staring like he’s got everything he ever wanted in front of him and frankly, you’ve never seen someone look so entranced. So hungry. Ready to pounce, except he doesn’t have to. Just needs to glance up at you, the heat in his eyes making you shudder. His hair is messy. He’s naked, sculpted like divinity carved from marble, the sheer face of a blank cliff. He is hard, so fucking hard and thick and nearly dripping with need. He’s two seconds from grinding into the mattress. It’s hot. So you tell him.

“Hoseok, baby, you’re so fucking sexy when you look at me like that,” you pant. You’re heaving, short of breath; he’s like a god; liquid sunshine runs in his veins, glows through his skin. He’s gorgeous in the light. Unspoken.

He smirks, the corner of his mouth pulling. Hot. He wants it. Wants this, the praise, even the degradation. He loves it. Thrives on it like a sunflower blossoming in the moon’s praises, and you can’t help but squirm under his heat. “Yeah? How bad do you want it, hm?”

“So bad, so bad,” you’re rambling, killing time, drawing out every ounce, every millisecond. You need it. Need him.

He chuckles. Needy. It always looks good on you, so delectable to him. “What do you need, babygirl? Tell daddy what you need.”

“Need you—” it practically bursts from your lips, “need your mouth, your fingers, your cock daddy—”

“And my baby gets anything she wants, always,” he kisses the inside of your thigh, so close, so close— “as long as she’s good.”

“I’m a good girl, good for you, please daddy, please go down on me, I’ll do anything you say f-fuck—”

Your cry bursts hollow from your throat as his lips close over your clit and suck, eyes fluttering shut in ecstacy, groaning at the taste. Always so perfect for him. He’ll make you cum, over and over like this. Hoseok plays your body with the strokes of a musician, drawing tones from your lips that fill the air like the most heavenly carnal symphony. He pauses too, to decorate your body with ornaments that leave you breathless and pink in the cheeks, stained with your own shame without a care in the world. Purple roses and blue lilacs to remember him by, and they’re the objects of his gentle touch when his own release splatters your stomach. Not for long though, because no sooner is he traipsing off to the bathroom for a warm washcloth than he is collapsing into bed beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He misses your smile, the kind you hide into the crook of your elbow. He cares.

Was it okay? He never says it, never breaks the hallowed silence of that bedroom in the wee hours of the morning, but you know he’s thinking it. It’s written in the way his fingers trace down your curves and edges, in the way the corner of his mouth twitches when he fingers each petal carved crimson into your skin. The sculpted becomes the sculptor, and all is still.

You don’t know how to tell him that yes, this is okay. It is more than okay. He is so much more than okay. He is, in fact, everything good and right and wonderful, like every star in the universe gave just enough dust to make another, but there wasn’t enough room in the galaxy for him, so he was bottled into this merely mortal body instead. He shines in the dim radiance of the hour, but come morning he will glow as the sunlight falls in a block across your comforter and his hair will stick up at odd angles and he will groan sleepily as he buries his face in your back, seeking darkness. He cares and it is so much more than okay, so much more than you can fathom to tell him in plain, clear-cut language that is not gestures of adoration masked by the complicated drapery of not labeling whatever this is.

So you opt to roll over and face him, cradling his face in your hands like he is glass about to shatter. An ancient masterpiece, marked and torn from the rubble of reality, somehow placed beside you in this ocean of a bed. Disconnected, disjointed. Compassion. He nuzzles into your palms, his eyelashes dusting the beautiful full apples of his cheeks. He looks so much younger when he sleeps. So much less war-torn, busy with his ever-racing mind. Your thumb rubs his cheekbone and his hand finds your wrist, but he does not take it away. Just holds you, like you are the only thing grounding him as the waves roll over and over themselves. It is nothing short of ethereal.

The lips of whiskey bottles and the press of two bodies becoming one, except when the lips are your own and the press is to his temple. Kept under wraps, save the warmth that spreads in your veins like the buds that bloom across your thighs. The world is fucked up, but it is, for sure, just a tad better, a bit more bearable with him in it. A little less fucked up with a sliver of stardust next to you, heart beating rapid under your palm, humanity intact. A slice of the cosmos, and you are simply orbiting him.

You don’t dare say it with a mortal’s mouth. Instead, he does.

“I love you.”

Precedence be damned. “I love you too, Hoseok.”

“Goodnight.”

“...Goodnight.”

#bts #bts smut #hoseok smut #bts fluff #hoseok fluff #kpop fanfiction #kpop fluff #kpop smut #kpop scenario #fwb au #outroshooky

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elle9095 · 4 years

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So yesterday The Boyz’ Checkmate performance on Road to Kingdom completely blew my mind and it's been all I can think about for like 15 hours so I figured writing basically a dissertation explaining what I saw in their performances is going to help me make sense of life again.

The narrative that I got from the performances tells a story about the power struggles of monarchy, both literally and metaphorically, when you consider the industry. It’s also the concept of the show, giving these bands a chance to play in the same league as the so called kpop royalty.

It like the Boyz were on a show called Road to Kingdom and decided to make it literal.

First performance: Hwarang/ Sword of Victory

I think no one could've imagined what was to come when they made this performance. It was meant as an intro to the group so it was short and impressive and I’d say that it sort of set the style of their performance but not yet the general concept that has developed over the show.

Also I just learned that hwarangs were entertainers before they became a legion of warriors and later an institution, so they're basically old-timey boy groups turned soldiers.

How quaint when you consider the later performances.

Second performance: Danger

This is where it all started I guess. They went with the thieving concept of the song, decided to take inspiration from their first performance and bam now they’re stealing crowns and climbing walls.

Third performance: Reveal (Catching Fire)

So obviously referencing the Hunger Games which is a survival game but essentially a story of revolution.

Fourth performance: Heroine

This one's a bit different since it's a collab but yeah the whole performance is basically a person's journey to center stage, which is usually occupied by the winners/royalties.

Fifth performance: Quasi una fantasia

This one didn't look like it was going to fit the narrative with it being so ethereal and so hopeful, what with the branch slowly blooming, like a good thing coming to fruition, but this is the euphoria after you've made it and they sort of tell you in the title that yes this is basically a fantasy.

Final performance: Checkmate

This one is fucking insane okay? They start off with a deja vu: Yonghoon's with the hypnotizing watch again and you notice the blooming tree in the background but there's something uncanny and the watch stops, you get flashbacks of Juyeon taking down the king, wearing his crown, Q stealing the crown, stealthily sliding and passing it on to Sunwoo who seems like he's finally going to ascend to the throne and next thing you know he's falling and waking from a bad dream…

At this point I was already cursing and gasping and having a heart attack and they haven't even started singing. And it's like everything they've done so far was just a dream, the game is on let's start all over again.

And isn't it exactly like that? Because a game of thrones (though not explicitly referenced) is exactly just that: a game. You come to power but how long is that going to last? Sunwoo’s (literal) fall from power lasted a breath. You win first place on a music chart this week, you start all over again next week. And The Boyz would know that, having spent the the first weeks on top, but it only took a single performance in one episode for them to drop to third place.

And the chess concept is PERFECT. Chess is a game of war and strategy and the big picture and that's all they've been doing on this show: they've stolen, tricked, rebelled, and dreamed before they finally checkmate. All these performances make up one big picture and I don't know if they've planned this from the start but it’s fucking genius.

The Boyz are so good at coming with a concept and sticking with it, they make a song called checkmate and whoa they have a chess concept now, they have black and white costumes, dancers dressed as pawns, chess board effect and choreo, chess piece props… Which all seemed like obvious artistic choices but there's always MORE.

Like can we talk about that fucking table? I was like 'where did they find a three-way chess table omg it's gorgeous' and then someone's dancing on it and you see the glass tube thingy under the table and MOTHERFUCKER ITS A FUCKING CHESS HOURGLASS

Also for someone to be able to dance on it they flipped the table upside down and it's either like turning back time (rewind sound effect at the beginning) or starting all over again, but also I was like 'huh the tables have turned' and then 'OH FUCK OFF'

And it's all in the details in the performances, the small things that they reference, the same imagery that comes back again and again, every time I rewatch a performance I notice something I didn't before.

There’s the flower, something that's fragile and fleetingly beautiful, also the 'hwa' in hwarang. The moon, which is always changing, like an illusion, the full moon referenced in Reveal, which originally had a werewolf-y concept.

The fire, the sword, all associated with war and power. Even the tricks and optical illusions. The chess, the crown, the king. Everything came together so perfectly in that final performance and wrap up so nicely like HOW IS THAT SHIT EVEN REAL

I love how they have all the names of the song in the title cards (Thieves, Reveal, Paradise, Checkmate) and I’ve been thinking about the lyrics 'the show must go on' and 'the game starts again' and how Sisyphean it all is.

And it's almost like in the end they understand how futile the pursuit of power is but is still pushed by their drive to thrive for better, and in the end they realize being king isn't winning the game. Chess isn't about being king, you don't have to be king to win the game.

Their final card says 'As long as the moon shines, the king of all games is the Boyz'. They don't say 'we're the king' they say 'we're the king of all games'. It’s like 'yeah we're good at this and we're ready to go at it again' be it the hunger games, a game of thrones, or a game of chess.

DAMN THESE PHILOSOPHICAL REBELLIOUS BOYZ

These performances are inspiring and stimulating on so many levels, I mean yeah, the concept is mind-blowing, and of course the performances are just (literally) breathtaking but we haven't even talked about the technicalities.

Yes, I know these performances are great but more importantly I love how self-aware they are. They really seized the opportunity to do the kind of performance that they couldn't be possibly allowed to do anywhere else.

You can hardly do these things for a live audience, since so much rely on the camera work. You can't do this on music shows or music awards where people only care about the more famous groups.

And while these performances were created with the camera in mind, they still make the watching experience so incredibly live by making the performances so risky, upping the stakes to insane levels, and I don't just mean having to catch flying weapons or falling members, but like having a crazy domino choreography where one member's misplaced limb could ruin the whole shot, or using cool props and tricks that could so easily go wrong.

Like the branch that Juyeon was so upset about? The whole trick relied on everyone doing the right thing with the right prop at the right time right place TWICE all the while making it look effortless and seamless.

Can you imagine what kind of crazy you have to be to come up with that?

I personally think that mistake was a perfect imperfection when you look at the whole picture: something not quite right in this otherwise perfect dream that proved to be a mere fantasy, too good to be true.

Watching the Boyz on Road to Kingdom was pure delight, and for people like me who get off on the thrill of live experience, performances like these are SUCH A TURN ON. And as a writer I'm just a sucker for conceptual plots, unexpected twists and experimenting with structures.

I’m currently torn by a mix of feelings: excitement for Kingdom, anxiety about the safety of the performers, dread of the inevitable end of the show. It kills me a little to think that we'll probably not see this kind of performances as much. That they don't get to perform like this again: go all out and not just tell a story but a fucking epic that will make Bertolt Brecht cry.

I hope they get their own comeback specials or that the company does like OK Go and makes all these crazy fun performance music videos. At this point I don't even know how to organize my thoughts to express my love for the creative team behind the productions, like someone there's got imagination to spare and I want to pick their brains so bad.

I didn’t know anything about this group before my sister showed me their Danger performance clip, and I’m 98% sure I’d never have discovered this group have they not gone on RTK but holy fuck am I glad that this happened because this is probably one of the best things that came out in 2020, making this disaster of a year almost bearable.

So yeah, that's what I thought about the Boyz performances. Thank you for coming to my ted talk or whatevs

Also I have a second theory that the whole season is just Sunwoo getting over his fear of heights through exposure therapy.

#road to kingdom #the boyz rtk #the boyz #rtk spoilers #kpop boy group #rtk checkmate #juyeon #sunwoo #q #yonghoon

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hyena-frog · 4 years

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I just made the connection between Mustang losing several fingers and Adrius losing his hand in book 1. Without even mentioning that the Abomination also grabbed the same poisoned plant. Mustang’s hands were never her greatest weapon I wonder how Darrow will react to her missing fingers when they finally reunite.

I hadn’t made that connection! That’s very interesting now that you bring it up.

My first thought is, well, in the immortal words of @darrowsrising Darrow should, and will, kiss all of Mustang’s scars when they reunite. We deserve another intimate ReaperStang scene after that shit I had to read in Dark Age, do you hear me, Pierce?

I think initially Darrow will be alarmed, of course. Maybe even think her injuries are his fault, somehow, for doubting her. In Dark Age, he regretted doubting her way of running the Republic because he felt that is what lead to a lot of the bad things that happened. But after that, we’ll probably be treated to a soppy multi-paragraph introspection where Darrow says his wife is the most beautiful ethereal being in all the worlds because that’s what Darrow does. (Remember in Morning Star, I believe, when he said she was gorgeous, even with a runny nose and streaking mascara after crying? Swoon.)

Then he’ll find out how she ended up losing those fingers, and got those other scars, then it’s battle couple time!

“Mustang’s hands were never her greatest weapon” is very true, and got me thinking. Much like her twin, Mustang’s strength is her voice, rather than her physical prowess. The difference being, of course, she uses her voice for the betterment of mankind, and Adrius used it to try to Blow Up The Moon.

Jackal II is the same way, obviously. He’s just a kid, so his voice is all he has. But it’s not really his voice, is it? Rather, it’s Adrius’ voice that has been forced upon him. Where the clone goes from here is honestly up in the air. Mustang cleverly planted the seeds of doubt by asking him if he wants to be Adrius. That one threw him for a loop. And her keeping her twin’s puzzles, and pulling his feet so he wouldn’t suffer, is proof she loved him. There is a lot that the clone doesn’t know or understand about Adrius, so how can he really be Adrius? He didn’t even know Adrius despised the Boneriders!

But, as you said, he touched the poisoned flower too, and is 100% going to lose that hand. It’s almost like fate, or a cosmic joke, that the clone would end up losing his hand like the original. It was lost under wildly different circumstances, and at different stages in life, but I can’t help but wonder if this event will make him think being Adrius is inevitable after all. It doesn’t matter if he wants to be Adrius if he’s just going to end up following the same story beats of his life, no matter what he does.

The clone could go in so many different directions, honestly. I’m look forward to seeing what is done with him. “Adrius II is evil because the original was evil” is too simplistic for PB’s style, tbh. It’s going to be more nuanced than that. Original Adrius was already more nuanced than that. Whether Junior ends up redeemed, or dies, or stays evil, or any combination of those things, I have no doubt PB will write something that will surprise us.

This answer strayed away from the actual question about parallel amputations, oops. I’m sure there’s some deeper meaning one could get from the symbolism of losing a hand (or fingers). PB does like to talk about hands a lot. If someone else has more thoughts about this, I’d love to hear them!

In the meantime I’ll sit here waiting for the Big Damn Reunion Kiss.

#virginia au augustus #adrius au augustus #darrow of lykos #red rising #dark age #iron gold trilogy #dark age spoilers #paraphernalia-wagon #my post

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fairiesherefairiesthere · 4 years

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Drunk on the lake’s allure

@fuckyeahfraxus ‘s fraxusweek day 4 babes! prompt: Drunk on kisses/alcohol/power/life/etc.

Tw: abusive parents, emotional manipulation

The pull of the lake is not an unknown one to Laxus Dreyar, but it's the first time in his life that he has given in to the impulse to travel there, consequences be damned. As a grown adult, he shouldn't fear his very own father the way he does, but he does nonetheless. Of course the main reason for his bone-chilling fear is the contrast between the man acting in front of the other villagers and how he treats Laxus. By spreading the word that Laxus is nothing but trouble and pretending to be a father concerned for his unruly son's behaviour and what was according to him, deteriorating state of mind.

Rest of the fic under the cut!

All of that combined with the fact that Laxus couldn't bear any kind of transportation, ensured that the young man would never be able to flee. Concerned villagers would encounter him trying to run away and bring him back, as his feet would never outrun their carriages. As strong as he might be, even he could not beat a group of people. He's stuck here, trapped forever. The only thing that brought him light (no matter how much he might've denied it), his grandfather, had passed this afternoon after a latent illness that kept him asleep and bed-ridden for the last few years. No matter how absent he'd been, at least he'd been there. Right now, Laxus didn't even have that thought to comfort him.

So impulsively, he'd ran again. Instead of attempting to run towards the neighbouring villages like he'd tried so many times, he'd run towards the wood, towards the enchanted lake. Running, chest heaving, he tries to forget everything. The faint light of the moon endeavours to light his way, but once he nears the lake, he trips over a tree root anyway.

Facing the dirt, feeling his heart hammer in his chest, he lets out a frustrated scream that is directly muffled by the dirt and the trees surrounding him. Feeling guilty for having interrupted the silence, he turns on his back and tries to catch his breath. From behind him, he hears a splash and curious, he turns around.

At first, he doesn't see a thing. So despite all the warnings, he gets closer to the lake. At the last possible moment, a piece of advice his grandfather had given him enters his mind. "By all means, go looking for the magic there yourself. However, do keep your feet far enough from the shore, so none of the creatures can drag you down. Be friendly, but not dumb."

He stops in time and looks again, taking in the otherwordly beauty of the lake under the light of the moon. When he properly pays attention to the reflection of the moon on the water's surface, he can see the silhouette of a person there. Suddenly his gaze clears up, as though the creature saw Laxus looking and decided that he would grace him with his presence.

And what a presence it is. Although Laxus is quite a distance away, something, maybe magic, allows him to see every detail of this ethereal being. He (Laxus has no doubt that this being is a him, he knows. He let Laxus know) has his long hair draped over his shoulders and most of his upper body. The patches of skin that do show though, seem to have been made of moonlight itself. His eyes, or rather, his sole visible eye is what immediately catches Laxus' attention though. It's as though the iris is clear and the lake itself is shown through it. When the man cocks his head to the side, Laxus can see the blue shift, can see the waves in them getting slightly bigger for a moment before settling down again.

With a slow movement, the man stretches out his arm, offering it to Laxus. Starstruck, he finds himself unable to move. After a staring match that goes on for a little too long, he coughs and averts his eyes before quickly directing them back to the man, unable to tear his gaze away.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know if I should take your hand", he whispers, but even though his volume isn't loud, he knows instinctively that he's heard. The man lets his arm disappear back underneath the lake's surface and Laxus is filled with an immediate regret. He wants the man to offer him his hand again, he wants to disappear under the lake's waves, let them take him to who knows where. Here is no place for him.

"Why are you apologising?" the man asks and it takes a while for Laxus to recognise it for what it is. His voice is so gentle, his tone steady and the smooth bariton momentarily wipes all worries from his mind. "Because I'm wasting your time", he clarifies and the man in the lake grants him a kind-natured smile.

"I don't think you are", he easily replies and that steady, self-assured voice creeps into the crevices of Laxus' mind. There it turns to truth, he's not wasting this man's time. "It's been a long time since you came here, grandpa Makarov was fonder of magic than Ivan. We've grown up and you barely remember this place anymore. A pitiful reality we live really, I looked forward to teasing you. But you wouldn't have any idea what I'd be talking about and teasing without context becomes bullying all too quickly. I have no desire to bring you misery."

A wry smile appears on Laxus' face. "You'd be the only one then", he jokes, but there's no mirth present. "Oh, I'm not", the man answers easily, steadfast and assured. "You just don't remember the others. We've been waiting for you Laxus Dreyar, we've been waiting for years for your return. I have told you before that this lake is always yours to enter, yours to leave as well. The choice is yours, my dear."

That last set of words solely are nearly enough to make Laxus plunge headfirst into the lake. When had a choice last be his and his alone? He can't even remember. But the doubt's still there, lingering until he'll receive a final push. He expects that push to come from the man in front of him, but instead it comes from the back.

"There he is!" someone yells and it's easy to pick up who it is. His feet become like lead, his stomach feels like someone dropped a stone in it. They'll drag him back home, prohibit him from ever leaving again. He takes another look at the gorgeous man in the lake, intending for it to be a parting glance.

Once again, his own actions surprise him. His body feels light as a feather again and with a sense of urgency, he sprints from the shore straight into the lake. Waves are pulling from all sides, threatening to push him under, but everything steadies once he grabs hold of the man's arm that's reaching for him once more. "I'm here", he whispers and the man (Freed, some distant whisper tells him), smiles. "I'm glad you are", he whispers back against Laxus' lips before leaning their foreheads against each other.

They sink under the lake's surface, but Laxus experiences no fear. The arms guiding him down are sturdy, but warm and familiar. On his way down, he's greeted with familiar faces he hasn't seen for a long, long time. He wonders how he could have ever called the place above his home. That quickly slips from his mind though, as does everything else.

#fraxus #Fraxusweek #Fraxus week 2020 #Freed Justine #Laxus Dreyar #Ivan Dreyar #Makarov Dreyar #tw child abuse #tw abusive parent #tw emotional manipulation #TheFairyWrites

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drethanramslay · 4 years

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Hand that you hold

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Dakota Rivers)

Summary: Marriage is a beautiful union of two souls. When two people whose soul's sing for each other, it's then you know that that person is worth keeping around.

Word count: 3.4 K words

Warning: NONE. Its pretty much fluff and a bit of swearing

Masterlist

Taglist: @miyakokurono @trappedinfandoms @vampiregirlsblog (lemme know if you want to be tagged)

Song: Hand that you hold by Dan Owen

Forgive me for any mistakes 🥺

"I swear on my fangs Justin, if there is even a decoration out of place, it's your ass on the line." Dakota spoke into the phone with a cool voice. Lindsay was going around her like a mother hen, making the final alterations to her wedding dress.

Today was the day and things were already going berserk.

"Ummm I don't know what are you talking about...?" Justin Mercado spoke, with a tremble in his voice.

"Oh really? So whose employee was the one who flipped a fucking table in her blind rage, hmm? And I had asked you to leave the cobblestone path alone, but some dumbass on your team went ahead and put roses. ROSES?! That's so damn cliche and I specifically asked for non cliche and unique things. What had I asked for?"

"Non cliche and unique. We are already cleaning that up." Justin audibly gulped.

"When I had last come down, the fairy lights were not up and the podium where I am supposed to get married, does not have the flower arch up yet?! It's six in the fucking evening, the moment the sun sets people are going to start coming. The greenhouse doesn't have the floating lights yet. Just because we are supernaturals and have heightened senses doesn't mean we to drink and socialize in the dark!!"

"Yes ma'am we are almo-" Justin began but Dakota cut her off.

"When I asked for your services, I was promised the best. The only thing I am getting best is problems.... and an amazing wedding dress."

Lindsay blushed as she looked down at her feet. Dakota gave her a small encouraging smile.

"Ma'am that was a...a honest mistake. The decorations are all set, the tables have the pastel flower basket centre pieces. The food caterer reached and have started plating the appetizers. The bar is open and well stocked with blood and alcohol. We are good to go for your first guest."

"Good. I want this day to be perfect for my wife. For the love of the moon, if anything else goes wrong, I will skin your hide and make a carpet out if it. Got it?" Dakota threatened him. She hung up the phone and Lily snickered in the background.

"God Dakota you are such a bridezilla." Dakota just sighed, "I just...want it to be perfect. Agreed it's a small and intimate ceremony but still."

"It's gonna be lit af. The talk of the century. So don't worry. You just worry on sitting still and looking pretty." Lily said as she went into the adjacent bathroom to change.

Dakota sighed, for what seemed as the millionth time, as she turned towards the mirror to see herself. The person in the reflection had the same grey eyes and pale skin. But, she looked gorgeous. Almost like a different person.

She had decided to throw the traditional white wedding dress out of the window and went for something more unique, just like their love. She had opted for a baby blue wedding dress with layers of chiffon, making it look like ballroom gown. It was sleeveless but the neck of the gown extended till her midriff.

God Kami is going to lose her mind... Dakota thought, smiling slyly.

There were pastel colour flowers embroidered into the net like material which made her look like a blossoming flower. Just like after a long harsh winter, spring comes, causing the flowers to bloom, similarly, after three grueling years of fighting off the bad guys and loosing so many people, they finally have happiness and peace.

And there is no other way she would like to commemorate this happy occasion.

Her blonde hair had been tied into a low bun, stubborn strands of hair escaping it. Lindsay helped her put on the blue stone 'ridiculous' tiara, which Kamilah had bought her after the harrowing fiasco.

Dakota smiled to herself as she wore it, reminiscing the day in the empty jewelry store. "I'm such a pretty, pretty princess, dammit." Dakota spoke, from her memory.

"Yes that you are, Ms. Rivers. I must say that you are one of the most prettiest brides I have ever seen. The henna tattoos on your hands are just making you look so unique...IN A GOOD WAY." Lindsay spoke, as she flushed.

Dakota looked down at the henna designs on her hand. She wanted to respect Kamilah's Egyptian heritage so they both got henna tattoos on their hands just two days before the marriage. As they got them done, they laughed and swapped stories.

It was such a pleasant experience.

"Thank you so much Lindsay, this wedding dress is just perfect. Wouldn't have been possible without your hard work." Dakota said earnestly as she squeezed her hands, as a sign of gratitude.

Lindsay flushed and dipped her head and walked out of the dressing room. Dakota sat down near the large mirror and checked her make up. She was just finishing up her touch ups when Lily stepped out of the bathroom in a black suit. She was wearing formal trousers and a blazer, which showed the valley of her breasts. She had paired this with a golden pendant, which went till her midriff. She finished of her look with a pair of black stilettos.

"Damn Lily, you looking hot." Dakota told her.

Lily smiled and she walked to the mirror and placed her hands on Dakota's shoulder. "You are looking so gorgeous.... I am so, so happy for you. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

Dakota reached and held her best friends hand, unable to say anything because of the intense emotions she was feeling.

"I just wish Jax was here..." Dakota said as tears pooled on the corner of her eyes.

Lily sighed. "I bet he has got first row seats to this function. Being the boomer he is, he would end up coming an hour earlier than the starting time!!"

Both of them laughed out loud, making the sad atmosphere, a little lighter.

"C'mon girl. Let's gets you on the podium so that you can watch your sexy wife walk down the aisle."

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Justin had not screwed up.

Which was a huge relief.

Kamilah and Dakota had decided that they would have the ceremony in a private garden. Nothing to big. Dakota had made several mood boards about the way she wanted to decorate the garden and the adjacent greenhouse.

The greenhouse would be the place where food, drinks and the reception would be held.

The greenhouse was like a magical place of its own. It was a mix of glass and wood which complemented each other perfectly. Green vines hung from the roof, over the tables. The hanging lights amidst them made it look enchanted. The tables were covered with simple white tablecloths but the center pieces along with the tealight candles, really made the entire venue colorful.

The party favours had been placed on each chair. Kamilah decided to order baklava and give it out as party favours. Dakota hundred percent agreed because she may or may not have had a box or two of those sweet, sinful delights.

Everything looked perfect.

The guests were already present when she came down to the greenhouse. They were laughing, drinking and mingling. When she entered the place everyone stopped their conversation and turned to look at her. Even though she was one of the most powerful vampires of their time, the person who slayed Rheya, the goddess, she still felt so awkward when everyone's eyes were on her.

Dakota shyly waved before speaking, "Hey guys! Thank you so much for coming. The appetizers are being distributed and the bar is open. We will be starting the ceremony in half an hour."

Nikhil was the first one to come up to her. "Ah Miss Dakota! You look as ethereal as a fairy. I'm in awe."

"Thank you so much for your kind words Nikhil. I must thank you for helping in finding the venue."

"It was my utmost pleasure Miss. Go on, greet your other guests. If you need any help, I am at your beck and call."

Smiling Dakota headed to meet the other vamps. Serafine had donned a beautiful evening gown. Adrian was standing there with a drink in his hand, wearing a black tux. When she reached them, they stopped their conversation and turned to greet her.

"Hey Sera! Hey Senator Adrian." Dakota said with a teasing smile. Adrian groaned while Serafine let out an elegant laugh. "Oh my love, you look so gorgeous. Kamilah is indeed a lucky woman to have met you." Serafine said as she hugged Dakota, and kissed her cheeks.

"Thank you for coming. I know you were busy with the opening of your nightclub." Serafine just waved her hand. "Ah those things come and go. But seeing Kamilah settle down, never. Couldn't miss it for the life of it."

"Kamilah was saying that you managed most of the decorations. Must say that they look beautiful." Adrian complemented her. "Thank you Adrian. Can't say it was easy. I may or may not have threatened four people today." They laughed and Adrian checked the time in his watch.

"Gotta go and check on Kamilah. I hope she doesn't have a breakdown. It wasn't fun the last time." Adrian grumbled as he gave Dakota a side hug.

Dakota then headed to the New Orleans gang who were laughing loudly. "Hey Cal, Krom, Ivy."

"EEEEE!! Thank you for inviting me. I may be dead but all these cute ceremonies almost make me feel alive." Ivy said as she hugged Dakota.

Krom groaned. "Can you go one day without the death jokes?"

"Over my dead body." Ivy shot back.

Krom just threw his huge hands up with defeat. "I can't win. I give up."

"Congrats Dakota! Still can't thank you enough for helping me escape from the weirdo's place." Cal said as he shook her hands.

"Cal... We sang karaoke together. I think we are past the 'thank you stage'."

"Oh. My. God. Cal you did karaoke?!" The petite girl with ombre hair beside him squealed. Cal started cursing under his breath. "Yeah babe. It was before we met."

"Can you please send the video to me? Also how rude of me. I am Alex Reyez-Elrich." She extended her hand and Dakota shook it.

"Wait, are you the heir of lord Elrich? I have heard so much about you!! Shit, should I call you 'lady' or 'duchess'?"

Alex let out a laugh. "Don't worry Dakota. Lady is the title they use for my step mom. And, I could say the same about you!! I can feel the power in your veins. And I have read about how you revolutionized the entire vampire- human coexistence. I'm impressed."

"Thank you for coming. By the way, where is Garrus?"

"Behind the bar obvio. You can talk to him later. It's time." Ivy said as she took a sip of her whiskey on rocks.

It's time for my wedding. Dakota smiled at that thought.

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"Kamilah if you continue pacing around the room I swear I will put your ass on the ground." Adrian groaned.

"You wouldn't stand a chance against me." Kamilah shot back.

Kamilah sighed as she sat down near the dressing table, staring at her reflection. She had decided to wear a suit instead of the usual gown. It was porcelain white, and it fit her perfectly. There were occasional patches of embroidery on the blazer which made it look so elegant. Her hair had been left open, looking glossy underneath the yellow tinted lights. Her lips were painted red and she had put minimal make up. She was wearing her brother's pendant. She reached to touch it, wishing that he was watching over her from heaven.

Henna tattoos designed her hands and she smiled looking down at them. She would have been happy even if they got married in a courthouse, but she appreciated the gesture. Dakota was so incessant to follow the ritual and she just couldn't say no to that beautiful face.

Letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, she wore the white stilettos and stood up.

"Last chance to escape. Tell me and I will be your getaway driver." Adrian teased.

"Shut up Raines. It's not helping."

Adrian laughed before he clasped her shoulder. "Kamilah you deserve a happy ending. Dakota is perfect for you and I can see how much she loves you. You don't have to doubt her or her love for you."

"I'm just so nervous.." Kamilah wiped her palms on her trouser pants.

"And that's totally normal. I remember when I married my wife, I was so scared that I jumbled up the vows!!" Adrian laughed.

"If this is your way of comforting me, please shut up at this instant." Kamilah said as she picked up her bouquet of wild flowers, tied with a blue ribbon.

He offered his arm to her and Kamilah grabbed it and walked out.

"Thank you brother...for everything."

Adrian smiled and squeezed her arm. "Let's go and get you a wife."

I'm getting married to the love of my life, my habibti. Kamilah thought as a beautiful smile stretched on her face.

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"Fuck." Dakota breathed out as she saw the fairy lights darken again. "Goddammit! Justin get your ass right her-"

Dakota was cut off as Alex tapped her shoulder, in the dark.

"Dakota, if you don't mind... I can help with your light setting. I don't see it getting better anytime soon."

"Thank you so much Alex. I owe you a bottle of wine after this."

"Mention not." Alex whispered under her breath and rubbed her fingers together and snapped. A ball of yellow light started growing on her palm. It kept on growing until it was the size of a basket ball. Dakota was in awe.

Alex threw her hands up into the air and clapped, resulting in the giant glowing ball to rise in the air and split into its smaller counterparts. Alex waved her hands and the the small light balls spread all over the garden and gazebo, illuminating it in a soft yellow light.

"Yeah that should do it." Alex said as she winked at Dakota.

"Damn girl..." Lily breathed out before regaining her composure and clapping to get the attention of the guests.

"Hey people! Please sit your asses down, we have to get my girl married on time." People took their places and Dakota climbed up the steps of the gazebo.

The cobblestone path led to the gazebo. There were white chairs on either side of it which were slowly being filled by the guests. The gazebo had a teal blue roof which was supported by the white wooden pillars. There were intricate designs on the railing. The entrance of the gazebo had a beautiful flower arch, decorated with pink and white wildflowers.

Everything finally came together.

The Wedding March played and Dakota stood straighter, clutching her bouquet of flowers, to hide how her hands were trembling. She was so nervous. Her heart was racing and she could feel sweat on the back of her neck. She let out a breath, to dissipate her nervousness.

Her eyes landed on the aisle and when she saw Kamilah, all the breath in her body vanished.

Kamilah was walking with her head held high. She was clutching the bouquet and held Adrian's arm. She looked at the gazebo and she was in a trans.

It wasn't Adrian who was holding her, but the grey eyes that tethered her to this world. Reminding her that this was real. She felt like she was floating in a sea of euphoria, but the woman in front of her anchored her. Even if a nuclear missile were to fall out if the sky, or a unicorn was to show up here, she still wouldn't be able to take her eyes off Dakota.

Her love. Her baby. Her habibti.

It was the same thing for Dakota. Time seemed to slow down, people began to vanish until it was just Kamilah and her. Tears welled up in her eyes, by the sheer beauty of this moment. She knew, that this would be the one moment she would never ever forget till the end of time. How her Kami walked down the aisle to her.

Her soulmate. Her rock. Her Queen.

Adrian handed Kamilah to Dakota and patted her shoulder. "Take care of my sister Dakota. Congratulations." Dakota dipped her head. Kamilah reached the podium, and Dakota could see tears pooling in Kamilah's eyes. "Why are you crying?" Dakota joked through her tears.

"The same reason you are habibti." Kamilah answered, with a bright smile that illuminated the entire room. Dakota giggled and reached for Kamilah's hand. They held hands and turned towards the priest.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this evening to witness the beautiful union of these women in holy matrimony. Please sit down." The priest said and the guests sat down.

"If you have your vows written, please tell them."

Dakota turned towards Kamilah and started saying her vows. "Kamilah, before you my life was empty. I never really cared about love, but now, here I am, with you. I see these vows not as promises but as privileges: I get to laugh with you and cry with you, care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you, build with you, and live with you.

"I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen you patient and frayed. We have been through everything. Through thick and thin. And I know, what a great team we make. Together we are so strong and exquisite."

"You are my favorite person, and I choose you to be my partner in all of eternity. I vow to take you as my wife. Let's be awesome together, even when the world isn't so awesome at times. My heart is yours. Forevermore."

Kamilah took a deep breath, as tears of joy rolled down her face. Smiling, she began her vows. "Love...was something that I never understood. It was a question unanswered. Though I have been with different men and women, deep down I knew, that it was not love. I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way."

"I want nothing more than to share my future with you—my triumphs and my challenges, my joys and my sorrows. Together, I know we can accomplish the life we both dream of living. You are beautiful inside and out. You warm my heart and make me soar. You are my queen, and now my forever best friend."

"You are my first, my last, my everything. You are mine until the end of time, and I am yours for as long as you'll have me."

Dakota was crying. Her heart was bursting with overwhelming love for the Egyptian grace in front of her.

Lula, the ring bearer got the rings. Kamilah slipped the elegant diamond ring on to Dakota's ring finger. Dakota slipped a dainty platinum ring with diamonds on it into Kamilah's ring finger.

The priest continued. " If anyone objects this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Dakota gave a hard glare to the guests, daring someone to say something. The power emanating from her veins was so strong, that Kamilah's eyes widened and the priest shivered. The guests looked as if they were going to suffocate.

Silence.

Dakota rolled in the power, reducing the intensity so that the priest could speak without wetting his pants.

"Do you, Kamilah Sayeed take Dakota Rivers as your wife?"

"I do."

"Do you, Dakota Rivers take Kamilah Sayeed to be your wife?"

"I super do."

"With the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may seal this union with a kiss."

Kamilah bent down and kissed Dakota chastely. Dakota wrapped her hands around Kamilah's waist and hugged her. It felt as if fireworks were going off in her heart and the feeling of her wife, in her arms was such an amazing feeling.

My wife...never going to get old of that. Kamilah though as she kissed Dakota under the starry night, a promise that she was going to stand by her wife’s side forever and always.

I think my heart melted. UWU

lowkey sad that bloodbound ended but hey! we got to marry her :))

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kagehinataboke · 5 years

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todobaku roommates au bc i loved the one you wrote!!! with with with erotic dreams (better if it's todoroki having them bc BAHAHA i. i'd just love to see that.)

aww thank you hon 😭💕 asketh and you shall receiveth!

tdbk: [12] Roommates AU and [88] Erotic Dreams

i went for the Bakugou route with the dreams, only because i wanted to have him chat w/ Kirishima about it. forgive me anon 🙏🏻

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“You had… a wet dream?” From the look on Kirishima’s face, Bakugou can tell he’s holding back laughter.

“Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou half-rises from his seat, prepared to leave—and perhaps run straight into oncoming traffic. “Dammit. I knew I shouldn’t have fucking told you.”

“Hey, I didn’t even say anything yet!” Kirishima holds his hands up innocently. “I just needed to process it… Who was the dream about?”

Bakugou sits back down hesitantly, taking a sip of black coffee to calm his nerves. “…Todoroki.”

Kaminari snorts into his hot chocolate, spilling it across the café table. “Wait, the one who has a stupid expression all the time? The one who stays up late every night and never gets tired? The one you’re constantly saying you can’t stand? That Todoroki? Your roommate Todoroki?”

“Keep your fucking voice down,” Bakugou hisses, shoving napkins into Kirishima’s hands. “Yes, that Todoroki. And now I can’t stop thinking about it. I want to scrub my brain with bleach. And if that doesn’t work, I want to kill myself.” Bakugou slams his head against the table, rattling their mugs. “My roommate. How can I look him in the eyes now?”

“Do you think you like him?” Kirishima asks, sopping up his spilled cocoa. “From a bystander point-of-view, it’s really impossible to tell whether you like or hate someone.”

“I don’t know,” Bakugou groans, rubbing his palms into his eyelids. “I thought I hated him, but now I get all… weird whenever I see him. I feel like such a fucking creep. The guy sleeps ten feet away from me.”

“This isn’t the end of the world.” Kirishima dumps the gross wet napkins on his plate and picks up his cup. “It sounds like you’re overreacting a little. Your subconscious messes up everything in your dreams, dude. This could be a one-time thing.”

Bakugou fidgets with his empty mug anxiously. “…You think?”

“Absolutely!” Kirishima claps him on the shoulder reassuringly. “Just try to forget about it. I’m sure things will be back to normal in no time.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Bakugou says it to convince himself more than anything. It’s not uncommon to have totally weird dreams, right? That one time, he dreamed the moon was blown up, and that didn’t really happen. Dreams are stupid, and this one doesn’t mean anything. He’ll look at Todoroki when he gets back, and he’ll feel nothing—no tightness in his chest, no butterflies in his stomach—because that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

He feels a bit better already.

***

Hah, Katsuki— N-not there… Ah!

Bakugou jerks awake in an ice-cold sweat, his back on the hardwood floor and his legs straight up in the air. Jesus fucking Christ. It happened again. Thank god Todoroki has already left for his morning class, or he’d see what else—other than Bakugou’s legs—is sticking up.

He’s a pervert, isn’t he? While he’s getting dressed, and even after he leaves the dorm, Bakugou can’t get the eerily vivid mental image out of his head. Todoroki covered in sweat, his hair blossoming across Bakugou’s pillowcase, gasping out his name, begging for—

Oh shit, he actually likes thinking about it. What the fuck? Is he really a creep? Fantasizing about his roommate, who’s, for one, a guy. Sure, he’s hotter than asphalt in the summer, but his personality is terrible. On top of that, he’s about as erotic in his everyday life as a limp noodle or a piece of driftwood. Yesterday he wore ripped jeans and a purple argyle sweater, for fuck’s sake.

Well… okay, so maybe he looks pretty good while sleeping, or eating, or exercising, or— Okay, no. That’s a doomed train of thought. But Bakugou is doomed. He’s had multiple, amazingly explicit sexual dreams about his roommate. That’s gotta be the most ‘doomed’ things can get.

“Fuck,” Bakugou says aloud, startling several people in the train around him. He finishes the thought in his head to keep from fortifying his delinquent image: I’m so totally, completely, exquisitely fucked.

And it’s true. Bakugou has been denying it for a while, as he’s so skilled at doing, but it’s true. Todoroki’s sleepy, stumbling walk in the mornings. The way his hair falls in his eyes when he bends over a textbook. How he doesn’t know how achingly gorgeous he is—but he must know, because no fucking way does someone so hot not know they’re male-model material.

Bakugou’s hand nearly fractures when he smashes it against the train railing. So much for not supporting his ’probably in the mafia’ rep. There’s nothing else to take his anger out on, though. If he goes to class, he’ll probably end up breaking a computer over someone’s head. Jesus, if he sees that bastard’s face right now, he’ll probably—

“Bakugou?”

“Christ— Don’t sneak up on people like that.” Bakugou lets out a tense breath before smacking Kaminari on the back of the head. “I thought you were… someone else.”

“Who? Like Todoro— OW!” Kaminari rubs his arm defensively.

“Kirishima told you, didn’t he?” Bakugou demands, lowering his voice when nearby people glare at him. “Tell me what you know or I’ll fucking kill you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Seriously.” Kaminari gives him a confused look. “What’s up with you lately, dude?”

“Nothing.”

It doesn’t sound convincing in the least, and Bakugou has to think about it for a while. Why doesn’t it sound convincing? He’s been running around in his own thoughts ever since that damn dream, and now he’s slamming up against a brick wall. Maybe it’s time to look at things from a different angle.

***

Spending all day sitting on a park bench thinking about his sexuality is the absolute last thing Bakugou ever thought he’d do, but here he is. He’s able to pick out two distinct things from the jigsaw puzzle of his thoughts. 1.) He’s probably in love with Todoroki Shouto. That one’s easy to conclude, what with the dreams and the unintentional staring and all. 2.) He needs to confess said love, before he exposes himself.

Number two is the one he’s getting stuck on. How does one go about confessing their love for their roommate? He could probably turn to TV dramas or manga to find out, or maybe those shitty fanfiction Mina is always reading. Who is he kidding, though? He’s just going to blurt it out, in acquiescence of his typical act-before-you-think behavior.

Bakugou’s been rehearsing the confession in his head with every step taken towards the dorm. So far, the possible outcomes are giving him ghostly pains in his groin, where Todoroki will inevitably kick him. Maybe he should prepare some ice in advance, just to be safe.

Fuck, he’s here already? He was hoping he’d accidentally get lost while deep in thought. No such luck. It’s time to buck up or shut up, as Kirishima would say.

Bakugou raises his fist to knock before realizing that he lives here too, obviously. He must be more nervous than he thought. It takes him four tries to get the door unlocked, his hands are shaking so bad.

Todoroki is sitting at his desk, chin resting in his hand. The sleeve of his sweatshirt is slipping down his arm, revealing a sliver of tantalizing pale wrist. God, his wrists are so fucking small, Bakugou is sure his fingers would touch if he grabbed one. But priorities: he’s on a mission right now. Still, he can’t help but notice the way Todoroki’s hair falls into his face, and the soft curve of his lips as he mutters to himself, and— Fuck.

“I’m in love with you!” spews out of Bakugou’s mouth faster than his subconscious can scream No!

Todoroki jumps, whacking his forehead into his desk lamp. While he’s recovering, Bakugou fights the overwhelming urge to jump out the nearest window. It would be pointless: they’re only on the second floor, so it wouldn’t even kill him. Fuck, he’s such an idiot. With any luck, maybe Todoroki didn’t hear him.

“Did you just… confess to me?” Todoroki looks at him with his wide, stormy eyes, a rosy blush blossoming across his sharp cheekbones, and Bakugou’s heart explodes.

Okay, so the bastard definitely heard him. What‘s his next move? Be direct? Act like it was a joke? Pretend to faint? Fuck, why’d he have to go and open his damn mouth? Why’d he have to fall in love with Todoroki, out of all the people in the world? Todoroki, who’s standing up now, still staring at him, blushing, beautiful, waiting for an answer.

Bakugou’s throat has gone dry. He’s in love with him. He’s in love with him, and it’s about damn time he did something about it. Since when has he been the type of person to get nervous about something like this? He’s Bakugou fucking Katsuki, and he’s in love with his pretty, annoying dipshit of a roommate.

“I’m… in love with you,” Bakugou repeats. It’s not exactly gentle, but it feels gentle, like a softly plucked harp string resonating in the air between them. “I’m in love with you,” he says again, more firmly. “I think I probably have been for a while, and I just thought I’d tell you. So, yeah.”

Todoroki stares at him, his expression unreadable, eyes wide, lips parted, face flushed. He looks like a watercolor painting, all soft lines and bleeding colors. Fuck, he’s just so… ethereal. Bakugou can’t believe he didn’t realize he was in love with him sooner.

“I… don’t really know what to say,” Todoroki murmurs eventually. He swallows, and Bakugou’s eyes trace the tantalizing bob of his throat before flicking back to his face.

“You don’t have to like me back or anything. I just had to tell you before I lost my fucking mind. If you want to beat me up, or ask to switch rooms—“

“No,” Todoroki interrupts quickly, taking another step closer to him. “I mean… No, I don’t want to beat you up. Or switch rooms. I— I just wasn’t expecting this.” He catches his bottom lip between his teeth in a way that nearly gives Bakugou an out-of-body experience. “I can’t tell if I’m in love with you, but I… I do think I like you.”

“You do?” Bakugou croaks. He was forgetting to breathe. “I mean… Really? You’re being serious?”

Todoroki nods, his hair falling into his face when he lowers his head shyly. “I’ve never really… been in love before. I’m not sure how you tell, but I know that I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Oh, God. Is this real? Bakugou’s heart is nearly impaling itself against his rib-cage. He sincerely hopes this isn’t a dream. But if it is, they’d probably be fucking already, so it’s a good sign that Todoroki still has his clothes on.

“Then, should I…” Bakugou swallows thickly. He’s almost afraid to ask. “I mean, can I… kiss you?”

Todoroki’s hesitant nod shatters the world into spiraling shards of multicolored glass. His timid, soft, “Okay,” sends the pieces shooting into the stratosphere.

Bakugou thought he would be impatient when given this opportunity, but his limbs move in slow motion. His hands slide down Todoroki’s arm to his slim wrist, fingertips pressing against his hammering pulse.

He’s never kissed anyone before, but it doesn’t look that complicated. He’s seen enough movies to know how to start. He slips his hand around Todoroki’s neck. His pulse is hammering against his throat, too, and when Bakugou pulls him closer, he can almost feel it against his lips.

The kiss is slow at first, barely a touch. God, Todoroki’s mouth is soft. Are lips allowed to be this soft?

Todoroki makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, and Bakugou feels it vibrating in every single one of his pores. He pushes further, slipping his tongue across Todoroki’s upper lip, catching the bottom between his teeth. He makes that desperate sound again, fingers tangling in Bakugou’s T-shirt.

Kissing never looked all that appealing when he sneered at it on the train or at the park, and Bakugou can’t believe he thought that up until now. There’s fireworks exploding in his synapses, spreading warmth to every part of him all at once. When he slips his tongue in Todoroki’s mouth, the warmth turns to a raging fire boiling beneath his skin.

He forgot about his hands, but now he uses them to pull Todoroki even closer, closer. He’s breathing into Bakugou’s mouth, or maybe stealing air from him, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek like moth wings. His own tongue slides across Bakugou’s, tentatively, but with a purpose.

Fuck. Fuck. He’s losing his mind. How do you breathe, again? The last thing he wants to do is stop kissing Todoroki, but he needs to take in air or he’ll pass out.

They part, and Bakugou covers his lips, which still taste of Todoroki. His other hand is still on Todoroki’s waist, displacing his shirt to show a sliver of pale skin. “Does…” He lets out a weak exhale, forcing his brain to work again. “Does that help answer your question?”

With Todoroki’s speechless, idiotic nod, Bakugou’s heart is displaced again. Pieces of it go floating through his bloodstream, settling in the places Todoroki is touching him. One hand sliding up his arm, under his sleeve, the other tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck.

Fuck, this is so much better than a dream.

#hi i #cannot stop falling in love with these request aus #um #stop guys #lmao #answered asks #trope prompts #calla.txt #todobaku #my writing

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kit-sunei · 5 years

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seraphim queen ~ deancas

(1,249 words)

AU: fem!destiel - based on this artwork by @c-kaeru :)

quick summary: castielle, seraphim queen of celestia, is reminded of her worth by none other than her warrior wife, demon queen deanna.

quality stuff: it’s fem!destiel... but edgier. also, an accidental royal!AU that literally no one asked for but i was inspired by the art and yeah, shit happens?

song prompt: love/paranoia ~ tame impala (send in a lyric prompt?)

bingo prompt filled (for @deanandcasbingo): genderswap

warnings: none

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I may not be as honest as I ought to be now, When the walls go up, I said it didn't worry me, But it hit me and I cannot hold it in, I can just be paranoid, don't quell the desire to love, What was really going on, does it really fucking matter?

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As the setting sun bleeds over the horizon, and the night kisses the day goodbye, Queen Castielle stands before her throne observing, wide eyes glazed over in deep thought.

The rolling hills below and the sugardust clouds above paint her vision, trembling hands shoved in the pockets of her dress as she remembers why she’s here.

Alive, and not sharing in the drink of death on the battlefield, slain beside her brothers and sisters in a final fight against Hell.

“I’m a monster.”

“I’m not worthy of this crown!”

It collides against the wall with a loud thud, Castielle ripping it from atop her head and tossing it as far away from her body as she can.

The last thing she wants to be reminded of is how she failed her personal kingdom.

How she had gone and led them into battle against King John and his demon army, knowing they had no chance against him.

Knowing that Celestia, her domain, her homeland, will one day fall at his filthy hands, and she is helpless to stop him.

Her father had abandoned his subjects.

Left the kingdom to his only daughter in a moments word, to a young, sheltered angel not ready to bear the weight of the crown.

Castielle wasn’t ready.

She still isn’t.

Celestia is at war with Hellatum.

Man against man, angel against demon.

Had their previous alliance meant nothing?

The joining of light and dark, of sun and moon, the blessed union of a seraphim monarch and her warrior bride?

Was Hellatum’s beloved princess even hers anymore after this sheer betrayal of trust pitched nation against nation once again?

Will she want to revoke their marriage?

Castielle hasn’t seen Deanna in days.

Their bed feels empty without the gorgeous woman of a demon laid there beside her, tucked in Castielle’s warm embrace.

That woman is Castielle’s wife.

Her sweet and fiery queen.

Snowy wings unfurling, Castielle sags onto her knees, unable to look away from the night sky, so clear and littered with stars.

The whitewashed moonbeams bathe her in their milky caress, spilling onto the marble floor of the throne room and reflecting off the glossy tiles in an ambient haze.

When Castielle presses her forehead to the ground in solemn despair, her wings envelop her shivering form.

“I can’t do this, Father.” she whimpers, unwelcome tears sliding down her face.

“I... I thought I could. I thought I could be Queen, but now... I know better. I’m unworthy of this throne, of this crown. I deserve to die.”

The throne room is silent with unspoken pain. Cold and stark and devoid of company.

It’s lonely during these hours.

Painfully so.

There’s a weight placed on her shoulder, and Castielle’s wings twitch, hiding her tear-streaked face behind them.

“I’ve missed you, Cas.” says a familiar voice, gentle tone tinged with what sounds like worry. “Are you okay? Whose face do I have to punch in for making you sad?”

Castielle swallows, lifting her head from the floor to look at Deanna’s face for a moment, her striking features soft with concern.

“I thought you left.” Castielle whispers.

“I... I would’ve understood as to why.”

At that, Deanna frowns, kneeling in front of Cas. Her obsidian eyes bore into Cas’ skull, calloused hands latching onto Cas’ own.

“...What? Alright. Where is this all coming from, Cas? Is this because of the war?” asks Deanna, eyebrows furrowed. Castielle doesn’t speak.

“Because if so, my allegiance is always to you, Cas. In case you’ve forgotten, I look after this kingdom too, and I care about you and your people, even if your folks don’t like me that much since I’m a demon. Don’t blame ‘em though. Our species sure doesn’t have the nicest of track records.”

“But our nations are at war, Deanna,” Castielle replies, staring back at Deanna with equal intensity.

“Thousands of my soldiers, of my subjects, have died at the hands of your father and his armies. Our kingdom, my people, are suffering because I can’t be the Queen they need me to be!”

Shaking her head, Castielle sighs.

Deanna looks ethereal in the moonlight.

“Cas.” Deanna frowns. Castielle refuses to look up from the floor.

“Cas, look at me.”

“I don’t want to,” Castielle mumbles, shaking her head.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“And I’m asking for a good reason why.”

With an irritated huff, Castielle sits up, wings flaring wide.

“Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, I don’t want to talk right now, Deanna? I’m in pain. Celestia is lost.”

Deanna runs a hand through her hair and rises to her feet, high heels clicking against the stone floor as she struts out of view.

This is it.

This is what defeat tastes like.

Yet, the footsteps come closer until Deanna kneels before Castielle again, fingers hooking under Castielle’s chin and lifting up her gaze from the floor.

Castielle gulps, frozen in Deanna’s presence.

“No queen of mine is gonna let herself think that she isn’t worthy of her own damn crown.”

Hands reaching beside her, Deanna takes the royal crown, placing it back onto Castielle’s head in a slow, reverent motion.

“Dea–” Castielle protests, voice taught.

“You seriously gotta stop it with this self-blaming shit, Cas. It’s not good for you.” Deanna cuts her off, thumbs stroking Castielle’s cheeks.

“Sure, it may seem like everything’s gone to shit, and to be honest, it has. My dad is a stupid bastard for breaking our allegiance to Celestia like that. But, hey.”

“…What?” Castielle asks, jaw clenching.

“You can’t beat yourself up just because my father plays dirty. That was a dick move, attacking Celestia right after we’d made an alliance with you, and you did the right damn thing, standing up for your country, even if my people had the unfair advantage. Demons are of the darkness, yeah, but we pride ourselves upon sticking to the deals we’re part of. Dad’s just an ass.”

Castielle finds herself standing, her wings coming to loom over Deanna’s shoulders like a feathery canopy. Deanna smirks at the sight, wrapping her tail around Castielle’s thigh.

“We’re… we’re still losing this war, Deanna. You and I, we’re young rulers. We’re inexperienced. Whereas your father has been on the throne for many years. It would take a miracle to win.”

“And we will win, don’t you worry about that, darling dearest! You’re already a better ruler than him because you’ve got it in for the people, not the power. Man, if there’s any goddamn angel or demon, or whatever, out there worthy of that crown on your head, it’s you, Cas. Start believing it.”

“…Okay.” Castielle nods, stepping forward to hug her wife in sincere gratitude. “Okay, Deanna.”

“Ah, there you go!” Deanna smiles, pecking Castielle on the lips. “That’s my angel.”

“That’s… my… demon.” Castielle tries to answer, and Deanna shakes her head, dark eyes fond with laughter.

Celestia may be at war with Hellatum, and Queen Castielle may be new to the throne, but it is far from over.

For a queen is only a queen when she overcomes her demons, and Hellatum ain’t seen nothing yet.

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if you guys like this, i’d be willing to develop this fic further :)

this was written in a rush of inspiration, thanks to c-kaeru’s beautiful art!

thanks for reading! feedback is appreciated. :)

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I’m not a professional writer so I don’t have to wait for pieces to be finished before I “publish” them. It might be a good idea to, but I think it might be good to just share whatever this is and see if I should take it anywhere else. I wrote it on a night I was having a difficult time coping, can’t remember which night or else I would put a date on this post. Alas. I was thinking I might make this out to be a short story, but for now it’s a segment of fluff.

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It is damn near agonizing to fidget up in the bleachers, counting down the minutes like departing relatives at the end of a long wedding. Even the beauty of his physique and his form as he runs fails to relieve me of anticipation’s pressure. I finish my homework early on Friday afternoons so that I never miss his games. And so I can spend more time with him over the weekend, usually helping him with his own assignments. But, before we get to the fun I must sit through the hours of incomprehensible pigskin banter. What I can understand is this: he looks so gorgeous on the field, in his uniform. I’m not sure of any aspect of the math that goes into the points on the scoreboard, but I do know that once they cease to rise... euphoria is well on her way.

Tonight’s game stops at 63. It’s nearly midnight, so he and I won’t be able to go out for cherry sodas this time. Sometimes we do, whenever the game ends early. The diner down the road often saves a booth for us in expectation; the owner’s a good friend of my dad. I think a slumber party is on tonight’s agenda.

Heading down to the locker rooms is always quite a treat for me. All the boys know Daniel and I have been going steady for sometime. Lots of them are casual friends and acquaintances of mine, always cracking jokes after the game or asking me about homework before they hit the showers and hustle off to home and bed. It goes without saying that the best part of this jock cocktail party is when he emerges from the bustle. Always still in that sweaty uniform, hair tousled in wet curls, bag over his shoulder, that upturned grin on his face. Suddenly, the discomfort of sitting atop my concrete dais for four hours leaves my muscles, I don’t know how he does it, but he always manages to perfectly catch me as I pounce onto him; his strength acts like it’s ever-lasting.

Now, I’m also grinning. The big smile I wear whenever I’m with him. My forehead against his as we share our first breath of the day. In his arms I am safe, immersed in his familiar scent and warmth. He runs his long fingers through my hair- I’ve been trying to grow it out again. He takes my chin and gently tilts my face to see into his beautiful, full brown eyes.

“There’s my boy”, he says. “I missed you.” And he gives me the first kiss of our many weekend kisses.

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“So, I was thinking that we could do these face masks and maybe watch some of Dune tonight? I know it’s kind of late already, so maybe we’ll only get to do the masks after we shower.”

“Well, how about this? We shower, do our face masks, then we can get into bed and tell each other stories. I want to hear all about what you’ve been up to, yeah?”, he says locking eyes with me. “I’ve missed you, Kamu.”

The moon rests upon his cheek as we walk back to his house. I start talking to our hands; it’s difficult to look straight at him when he looks so ethereal and says the sweetest things. I tell our hands that I missed them, too. And he graces my temple with a light kiss.

It usually takes us about twenty minutes to walk home. His parents don’t mind him being out late as long as he’s with me, and all my dad asks for are check-in texts when we leave the school and arrive at Daniel’s house. Simply for his peace of mind, else he stays up half the night worried.

When we get home, Daniel quietly opens the door so everyone else continue enjoying their sleep. We tiptoe our way across the living room’s hardwood floors into the kitchen where our reserved dinner plates await us. His dad’s saved us plenty of kebabs and a generous half-pan of his famous macaroni and cheese. Like kings would we dine!

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That’s all I have, so far. Thank you for reading, if you do. Let me know how the writing itself is and if you’d like more of this story, perhaps. I don’t know where I would take it as it is right now, but if anyone was interested I might be able to conjure up some ideas.

#writing #work in progress #fluff #prose #long post #c: daniel #c: kamuela #theyre just happy boys in love. with kebabs. and face masks. :)#pardon any grammatical errors for the moment. i typed this without my glasses on. ill fix it tomorrow

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