#then while the war is going on they're running around in the background freeing every hyuuga they can find

[mads-weasley]

Here With You

Lewis Nixon x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Hey y'all! I've never written for Nix, but I wanted to try, so here it is! I hope you enjoy it! I do not own any of the rights to these characters.

Summary: During the liberation of Eindhoven, (y/n) and Lew finally share a sweet moment, but it is soon shattered by a drunken local with one thing on his mind.

Warnings: attempted assault, mentions of blood, fighting

(y/h/c) - your hair color

September 1944

The streets of Eindhoven were filled with celebrating Dutch, bright orange flags waving from every window. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile at the sight of a people who were under oppression for so long becoming a free town once again.

As she walked through the happy mob, she made sure to stay right with Lew and Dick.

"Can you believe this?" Nixon asked, looking around them in awe.

She smiled up at her husband. "It's crazy. I know."

Taking her hand, he sent a smirk her way, knowing no one would notice the couple amongst the chaos of the celebration.

Their intelligence had suggested that the Netherlands and Holland were nothing but old men and kids, but they were all wary to accept that. Once they were there, though, the men let their guards down and enjoyed the festivities the town provided.

Pushing through the crowds, people grabbed at them and kissed her cheek. A few even tried to kiss her straight on the lips but she managed to swerve them in time. She rolled her eyes and swatted Nix's arm when he whispered, "Is it my turn for a kiss?"

A few minutes later, a few children came running up to her, attaching themselves to her legs. They couldn't have been more than 5 years old. Dropping Lewis' hand, she crouched in front of them. Their wide toothy grins brought a wide smile to her face.

"Hi, there. My name is (y/n)."

Not responding, one of them reached out and gently pulled on her dog tags, while another pointed at her American flag patch.

"I'm an American soldier."

"Amer-can?" A small blonde boy asked, thick with his accent.

"Yes!" She exclaimed. "American."

Beaming, he put his hand up to his chest. "Finn."

"Hi, Finn," (y/n) whispered, holding out her hand to shake his tiny one.

Little did she know that above her, Nixon was watching on with soft eyes at the interaction. Watching her with the children warmed his heart to no end, and those moments were rare now that they were at war. When they did happen, most of the time they were because of his loving wife.

Even though he was standing in a crowd of people, he felt as if he, (y/n), and the kid were the only ones there. He couldn't help thinking back to the first time something like that had happened; when the world stopped spinning. It was the first time he'd laid eyes on her, and he would never forget it.

1939

"Dad, can I please just skip out on one party? I've been to too many. They're all the same. Ever-" A 21-year-old Lewis Nixon pleaded as he fixed his tie in the mirror.

His father wouldn't budge, as usual. "No. You're going. End of discussion."

With a sigh, Lewis finished getting ready, buttoning up his suit as his sister, Blanche walked into the room, flopping dramatically on his bed.

"I refuse to go to another party where creepy old men try to flirt with me, Lew. I just can't do it."

He turned around from the mirror. "Me, too. I hate talking to a bunch of rich old jerks-"

"Like father," she interrupted.

"Yes, like father."

Their mother's voice made an appearance as she walked into the room. "You two need to give this party a chance. You never know, maybe this one could be different."

"Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it," he snarked.

A few hours later, Lewis Nixon sure did believe it after seeing a beautiful girl walk down the staircase in a bright royal blue dress, her curled (y/h/c) hair cascading down her back. At that moment, everything stopped. What the man beside him was saying became background noise as he only focused on her.

As she reached the bottom of the steps, she was met with Blanche, who smiled and embraced her. When she returned the smile, the boy lost his breath.

Without taking his eyes off her, he stopped their butler as he passed.

"Who is that?" He questioned breathlessly.

Following Nix's eyes, he smiled. "(Y/n) (y/l/n). She doesn't have a date, either, sir."

Breaking his trance, Lew nodded thanks at the man before walking over to the two girls. On the way, he passed a waiter, quickly grabbing two glasses of champagne from his tray.

"Hello ladies," he greeted cooly.

Blanche didn't spare him a glance. "Hey, Lew."

Looking over at (y/n), he held out his hand. "Lewis Nixon. And what would your name be?"

Grinning, she took his hand but let out a surprised laugh when he brought it up to his lips. "So you're one of those guys, huh?"

"And what type of guy is that?" He asked, intrigued.

She glanced down at the extra glass of champagne in his hand, raising an eyebrow. "The rich, cool, Ivy League student who thinks they can get any girl they want by flashing a smile and bringing a glass of champagne. I bet you live for parties like this to show off your status."

Blanche laughed hysterically, champagne almost spewing from her nose. She cursed as she spilled some on her dress.

"I'll be back", she muttered, heading towards the bathroom.

Turning his attention back on (y/n), Lewis downed the extra champagne glass in one gulp. "Alright. That statement is only half correct."

"Okay, what's not right, then?"

"Yes, I'm a rich, Ivy Leaguer. No, this champagne was not for you-"

(Y/n) chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Yeah right."

"And I actually hate these parties with everything in me."

"I somehow find that hard to believe, Mr. Nixon."

"Lewis, please. And when you've grown up being forced to go to these things, trying to fit into the high-class society gets tiring, and frankly, I wish I wasn't even associated with it whatsoever."

Seeing the serious expression in his eyes, she believed him. Something about him was different. Maybe her assumptions were wrong after all.

"You are something else, Lewis." She chimed, walking away from him. "I hope I'll see you around. And if not, you can ask Blanche where to find me."

Lew ran a hand through his hair, sighing at the interaction. "Oh boy. I'm in trouble." He whispered to himself, drinking the other glass of champagne in his hand.

Present Day - 1944

He's dragged out of his thoughts by Harry asking him something.

"What?"

"I said, we should get moving."

Nix nodded, squatting next to (y/n). "Hey, sweetheart. I'm sorry but we've gotta get a move on."

"Okay," she sighed, saying goodbye to the children who threw their small arms around her.

As they walked further into the town, Lew had a hand gently placed on the small of her back, leading her through the crowd. Suddenly, two girls barreled past (y/n) and threw themselves onto Lewis, who shrunk back from the women, trying to get away. Laughing, (y/n) grabbed his hand and pulled him away from them.

She looked up at him as if to say something but was cut off by his lips crashing against hers. Pulling away, she quickly looked around them, not seeing any Easy Company men watching. In fact, the only one she saw was Talbert, and his attention was fully captured by the girl he was making out with.

"Lewis Nixon. What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm kissing my wife."

"As much as I wish we could, the men can't know."

"Why not?" He challenged, raising an eyebrow. "Why can't they?"

"Because..."

"Exactly! You can't even come up with a reason. We kept it secret in the first place so that it wouldn't cause trouble with Sobel in basic, but now that we're over here, so why not?"

Mulling it over in her head, the young woman couldn't find anything wrong with his plan.

Instead of answering him, she pulled him down by his collar and kissed him roughly. Once out of breath, she pressed her forehead against his. "Yeah. Let em' find out, Lew."

The sweet moment soon ended as Harry pushed past them, grumbling. "Alright. We get it. You two are so in love. Yay for us."

Following him to the other officers, the couple held hands once again. "You're telling me that if Kitty was here, you wouldn't be doing the same thing?" (Y/n) asked, trying to suppress a laugh.

Before he could respond, Buck walked up to the group as they found Winters. "What's up, Welshy?" The blonde asked cheerily.

Harry flipped up his collar with a scowl, looking at (y/n). "Snipers."

She couldn't resist the laugh that bubbled up her throat as she flipped her collar, covering her lieutenant bars.

"We've got to get to these bridges," Dick stated, turning to (y/n), Buck, and Harry. "Round up the men."

With a nod, she started to walk away her arm was caught by Nix.

"Where are you going?" He asked, concern filling his eyes.

She sighed lightly and rubbed his arm, wanting to avoid the overprotective side of her husband. "You heard Dick. I'm getting my men."

"Okay. Please be careful, alright?" He whispered, caressing her cheek softly.

Walking away, she winked at him. "I will be, Lew. Don't worry."

Nix watched her smaller form disappear into the crowd, turning to Dick while shaking his head. "That woman will be the death of me."

As (y/n) pushed through the celebrating crowd once again, her eyes searches for the familiar screeching eagle patch on her men's uniforms. Just as she saw Liebgott in the distance, a rough pull of her hand had her reeling backward, falling into the chest of someone. Whipping around to face them, she discovered it was a man a little bit older than her with a devilish grin aimed right at her. Instantly, she tried to pull away from the hold he had on her arm.

"Let go," she demanded calmly, raising her left hand to show the ring on her finger. "I'm married."

He jerked her closer to him, and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Jammer dat je man niet hier is om te kijken wat ik met je ga doen, meid."

(Y/n) didn't have to understand Dutch for her to get the message as he moved his other hand to grab her butt, pulling her flush against his chest.

"I said let go!" She yelled, thrashing around, trying to get away. His grip only tightened as he angrily let go for a split second and raised his hand to strike her. (Y/n) heard it before she felt it. The loud smacking sound stunned her and was soon followed by a burning sensation radiating from her cheek as the taste of copper filled her mouth.

The man used her shock as an opportunity, smashing his lips to hers. Realizing what was happening, she sealed her lips closed, quickly pulling as far as she could from the man.

Suddenly she reared her head back before slamming it into the man's nose. His hold on her disappeared as he stumbled back, clutching his bloody nose. (Y/n) could see the anger radiating off him as she tried to escape into the crowd.

"Jij amerikaanse teef!" He seethed, following her through the crowd.

Out of breath, she frantically looked for any of her fellow soldiers once again. Tears filled her eyes when she saw an all too familiar head of dark hair sitting in a chair a few feet in front of her.

"Lew!" She cried, glancing over her shoulder at the man who was gaining on her. "Lewis!"

As soon as her desperate cry left her lips, he bolted up from his chair, turning to where the sound came from. The second he saw her terrified expression, he ran to meet her. Just as he was about to bring her into his arms, she yelped, being dragged out of reach by her hair.

"Hey! Let her go!" Nix barked athoritatively, quickly stepping forward and taking a swing at the man.

Being heavily drunk, he didn't have fast enough reflexes to dodge the punch in time. Lewis' fist slammed against the man's jaw with a satisfying crack. Instantly letting go of (y/n), the dutch man wobbled on his feet for a moment, before falling to the ground in a heap.

Nix thought his head was going to explode with rage. He wanted to beat this man to a pulp for what he'd evidently done to (y/n). Moving to crouch over the man do to just that, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. Dick pulled him back, motioning over to (y/n)'s shaking figure.

"Go help (y/n). She needs you. I'll take care of this." He said lowly.

With a nod, Lew looked over at her and their eyes met. His heart broke at the sight of (y/n)'s face. Tears brimmed her waterline and blood slowly dripped from her lower lip. The worst part was the bright red handprint on her left cheek that infuriated him more than anything before. Rushing over, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her hair lovingly.

“Breathe, darling,” he murmured, fighting off tears of his own. "You're safe, now."

He looked around and found an empty restaurant on the corner. Leading her to the secluded area, he kept a strong arm around her, worried she would fall without it.

Once inside, he sat her down on a chair and pulled another one next to it. Her head was tilted down, facing the floor as she replayed the last few moments in her mind.

She was brought out of her thoughts by her husband's soft touch under her chin, lifting it to face him. Her tears had not yet fallen, and Nix knew she was trying to stay strong.

"It's okay to cry, honey," he whispered, cupping her cheek softly.

At his words, she let out a quiet sob as the tears slipped down her cheeks. He just pulled her closer, allowing her to bury her face into his neck.

"I'm so sorry, Lew. I-I didn't-," she cried, pulling back to look at his concerned face, which quickly morphed into a confused expression.

Nixon's heart broke at her tear-stained cheeks. "You didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing to apologize for," he said softly.

"But I could've fought harde-"

"No," he interrupted. "Do not say that. You did everything you could."

She shot up out of his arms and on her feet, throwing her hands up, shouting. "If I can't even fight off some drunk civilian, how am I supposed to fight in this war against trained German soldiers?"

Nix rose to his feet. "It wasn't your fault, (y/n)!"

"Lewis, I shouldn't be here. I should be-"

"None of us should be here! Half of our men should still be in school, and the other half should be with their families!" He paused, eyes beginning to burn. "W-We should be at home raising a family, not here in Europe fighting, but we are, and nothing we can say is going to change that."

After a few moments of silence, (y/n) walked towards the man, slowly pulling him into a hug.

"Thank you for saving me, Lew," she whispered, voice thick with emotion.

He sighed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Of course. Always remember I'm here. Wherever you go-"

"I go," she finished, leaning back and cupping his cheek with one hand. "I love you."

"I love you, too, sweetheart."

He then connected their lips softly, wrapping his arms around her waist when the doors flew open.

"Sir-oh. Sorry for the interruption, uh Lieutenants." Talbert sputtered, wide-eyed.

Parting slowly, Nix groaned as he and (y/n) walked past Tab.

"Can't I get 5 minutes with my wife, for pete's sake," he muttered.

Floyd stood there shocked, and (y/n) chuckled under her breath as they walked back onto the street. When felt a warm hand enclose hers, she knew she would be okay. She also knew that by the end of the day, their secret wouldn't be a secret anymore, and she was perfectly fine with that.

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[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #209

Today on Fate and Phantasms, it's time to get Gudaguda once more! With us today is Okita Souji (Alter) in her special one-time-only appearance! (just kidding, could you imagine DW not capitalizing on a servant as much as possible? ridiculous)

Anyway, oki is a Kensei Monk for an infinite sword, and a Horizon Walker ranger so she can specialize in taking down the servants of this holy grail war.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: All we gotta do is stick every swordfighting style ever made into one build. Easy peasy.

Race and Background

Okita was a human, but her spirit origin's been messed with by the counter force to make things a little bit spicier, so now she's a Custom Lineage. This gives her +2 Dexterity, a medium build, Darkvision just to dunk on Original Flavor Okita some more, and the Mobile feat for an extra 10' of movement speed and the ability to shut down an enemy's opportunity attacks by attacking them.

This Okita's background is tough to crack, mostly because she doesn't have one, so I settled on Far Traveler like her counterforce senpai. She gets Insight and Perception proficiencies.

Ability Scores

First up, your Dexterity has to be top notch. You're everything good about Okita bumped to the nth degree, so you're going to be just as fast as she is. After that is Wisdom. You have to pick your target out from an endless void hellscape, so that's a pretty solid perception you need there. Switching things up, your third highest ability should be Constitution. If you're going to fight heroic spirits, you've got to be able to take some hits. At least until your expiration date, anyway. Your Charisma also isn't that bad, you're popular enough to get a swimsuit version, and also that sword is probably a warlock thing. We don't really need Strength, so that can be pretty low, but we're dumping Intelligence. You were, in fact, born yesterday.

Class Levels

Ranger 1: We're starting as a ranger for the extra health and a skill, but feel free to go with monk first, it won't matter too much in the end. Starting off gets you proficiency in Strength and Dexterity saves, as well as Athletics, Investigation, and Survival. Tokyo's more of an urban jungle, but there's still plenty of apex predators running around, so it more than counts. You're also a Deft Explorer which makes you Canny at insight checks, doubling your proficiency bonus. Like, 90% of a servant fight is just figuring out their true name, and that's probably some kind of insight check, right? To make it even easier, make Humans and Aasimar your Favored Enemies, giving you advantage on checks to track and recall info about them.

Monk 1: Bouncing over to monk gets you Unarmored Defense, giving you an AC of 10 plus your wisdom and dexterity modifiers while unarmored. Now your outfits can run the whole gamut of your ascensions! Sticking with the early ascensions is probably better though, because then you have access to your Martial Arts, letting you attack with an unarmed attack as a bonus action after making an unarmed or monk weapon attack with your action. Rengoku isn't a monk weapon yet, but we'll fix that soon enough. For now, feel free to stick with a short sword. Also, monk weapon attacks can be made with your dexterity or strength, and they always do at least 1d4 damage, and that grows as you level up.

Monk 2: Okay, we fixed it. Second level monks can turn one weapon they're proficient with into a Dedicated Weapon. As long as it isn't two-handed, you can make it a monk weapon over a short rest. Rengoku is a longsword, and versatile weapons are a-ok! You also get ki points to dash, disengage, attack twice, or dodge as a bonus action Monk Level times per short rest. On top of all that, you get Unarmored Movement, bumping your speed up even further while not in armor.

Monk 3: At third level, you can Deflect Missiles as a reaction, reducing incoming damage and even getting a chance to throw the arrow back with a ki point. Let's see those archers mess with you now! You also become a Kensei monk, teaching you the Path of the Kensei. This is really four different bonuses in one: You can turn two weapons into Kensei Weapons, turning Rengoku and... idk, a sling I guess, into monk weapons. You can also perform an agile parry while holding a melee kensei weapon, giving you +2 AC each time you make an unarmed attack in your action. The Kensei's Shot makes your ranged weapons marginally more deadly, adding 1d4 to their damage for the turn by spending your bonus action. Finally, Way of the Brush gives you calligraphy proficiency. Truly, Okitalter is a god amongst Okitas. (You do get more weapons later, but we only need Rengoku.)

Ranger 2: Bouncing back to ranger nets you a Fighting Style. Most of them don't affect you since Rengoku is a bigger weapon than most rangers use, but you can get Blind Fighting for blindsense out to 10'. Servants fight faster than the eye can see, so why bother trying to see them? You also get Spells that you can cast with your Wisdom. Pick up Hunter's Mark and Searing Smite to make your sword scarier. They both make your weapon deal extra damage, but the former gives you advantage on tracking them, and deals a little extra damage each attack, while the latter deals damage in one attack, then again at the start of the enemy's turn for up to a minute. Hunter's Mark is almost certainly the better option in general, but sometimes you need to dump damage into a single attack.

Ranger 6: At third level of rangering, you become a Horizon Walker. This gives you the ability to Detect Portals once per short rest, leading you to the closest planar portal within 1 mile of you. Most of the servants are already going to be set up when you arrive, but technically the grail is a portal to the root, so at least you can track that. More importantly, you're also a Planar Warrior, so Rengoku can do that cool black light technique. Use a bonus action to call out a specific creature, and the next time you hit it all the damage you hit it with will be force damage. Also, you'll deal a little extra for your trouble. On top of that, you get more spells! Zephyr Strike gives you even lighter steps, so you completely ignore all opportunity attacks. Also, once before the spell ends you can end the spell early, dealing extra damage and speeding you up by 30' for the turn. And since you're a Horizon Walker, you get Protection from Evil and Good. Most servants are either backed by a god or some kind of demon, so this might help out against them.

Monk 4: Bouncing back to monk again for your first Ability Score Improvement. Round up your dexterity and constitution for a better AC, better weaponry, and more HP. You can also Slow Fall as a reaction to reduce falling damage. If you're going to be one of Guda's servants you'd better be ready to fall from orbit on the regular.

Monk 5: Fifth level monks get an Extra Attack, so you can attack twice per action. You can also turn those attacks into Stunning Strikes, spending a ki point to force a constituiton save, which if failed stuns the target for a round. Advantage on attacks is good, especially for you. Also, your martial arts die is a d6 now.

Monk 6: At sixth level, monks get Ki-Empowered Strikes, so your unarmed attacks are magic now. As a kensei monk you're also One with the Blade, so your kensei weapons are also magical, and you can make a deft strike with your ki points to deal extra damage equal to your martial arts die.

Monk 7: At seventh level, monks get Evasion, so your dexterity saves are even better. Your failed saves still protect you from half damage, and your successful saves protect you from all of it. (Note: This is specifically saves that would protect you from half damage normally. Cantrips and Disintegrate will still merk you if you fail. So don't do that.) On top of that, Stillness of Mind shuts down a couple servants by ending one effect of charming or frightening on you as an action. Poor Abby. And Medb. And Mata Hari. And Euryale. And Stheno.

Ranger 4: Back in ranger now! You get another ASI, so bump up your Wisdom for more AC and stronger spells.

Ranger 5: Fifth level rangers get nothing because extra attacks don't stack. I just lied, you get second level spells. Locate Object will help you track down servants: just lock onto their noble phantasm, they don't go anywhere without them. As a horizon walker you can also use Misty Step to go full "nothing personnel, kid" on someone, bopping yourself up to 30' away as a bonus action.

Ranger 6: For your next round of Favored Enemies, pick on Tieflings and Elves to grab as many servants as you can. You also become a Roving ranger, giving you 5' of extra movement, and a climbing and swimming speed. There's no telling where a grail war will break out, it's best to be all-terrain.

Ranger 7: Seventh level horizon walkers get an Ethereal Step, letting you hop up to that blank plane for a turn without using a spell slot once per short rest. While up there, you can move in any direction, and through objects that aren't on the plane. If you pop back inside an object, you'll take damage and get shoved into an empty spot. You can also Pass Without Trace for a +10 on your stealth checks. Despite those clacky shoes you're still light on your feet. It helps that you're not in this dimension half the time.

Ranger 8: Another ASI! Bump up your Wisdom again. More AC is good. You also get a Land's Stride, so you can move through difficult terrain easily and have advantage on saves against plants like the Entangle spell. Poor Tristan, how sad.

Ranger 9: Our last level of ranger is just enough for third level spells! Yours are Conjure Barrage for your sword beam, and Haste for more speed than even the original Okita can match. Probably. It also gives you +2 AC, and an extra attack, all at the low low cost of taking a breather when the spell ends.

Monk 8: Your last ASI, at last! Max out your Dexterity for the best sword and armor you can get.

Monk 9: At ninth level, monks get an Unarmored Movement Improvement, letting you run up walls and over water. Just get to dry land before the turn ends and you'll be fine. That Roving's coming in real handy now, huh?

Monk 10: Tenth level monks have a Purity of Body that make them immune to disease and poison. Sorry OGita...

Monk 11: Your capstone level teaches you to Sharpen the Blade spending up to 3 ki points as a bonus action to add that much to a kensei weapon's attack and damage rolls for up to a minute. You can't do this to weapons that are already +whatever, and you can't do this to two weapons at once.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

You are very good at figuring your enemies out and tracking them down, with great speed to keep on their tail, advantage to figure out where they are, and a boosted insight check to figure out what they're capable of.

That speed also makes it really hard to shake you off the trail, with more speed in one movement than most people get by dashing, the ability to walk on water, and climb up sheer surfaces. If that wasn't enough, you can even phase through objects that are getting between you and your target. Etherealness doesn't require concentration either, so you can totally be hasted while doing this for up to 390' of just completely ignoring whatever obstacles are in front of you. Have fun pissing off your DM, because you can get from the dungeon entrance to the boss room without fighting a damn thing.

Despite all of this, you're no slouch at dealing damage either, with a +14 to attacks with a sharpened blade and plenty of ways to add damage to your attacks.

Cons:

Like all rangers, you have a serious issue with concentration. Even if you keep it up, you still have to deal with being forced to choose one spell at a time, which is rough for a monk with hunter's mark.

Speaking of, there's a ton of overlap between monk and ranger and that muddies the waters a little, especially with regards to your bonus action. You get tons of stuff from being a monk already, but ranger adds smites, most of your spells, turning your sword into a lightsaber, and popping into the ethereal plane. You have way too many options, so you might freeze up when you have to pick one. Also, UMI almost totally negates the benefits of Roving, which hurts considering how few ranger features have use in the first place.

Finally, dumping intelligence might hurt you in the long run, since you need a good history check to figure servants out. This also means you might leap before you look and find yourself several hundred feet away from your party with no way to get back.

#fate grand order #fgo #D&D 5e #DND #Okita Souji alter #Ranger #Monk

[smutty-ki113r]

I woke up to my alarm tellin me to get out of bed and so naturally I checked your tumblr and I'm,,, concerned

There's a small anon war over what hoodie smells like and I have no sense of smell whatsoever so I'm not contributin, but, leafs.

Petition to change the plural of leaf to leafs instead of leaves. Leaves is an ugly ass word. Leafs just rolls of the tongue, its nicer, its what the people want

Also the same with sheep like what, why is the plural the same, I refer to them as sheeps cuz it makes me happy

Also I don't like the y/n either because "y/n" is usually a whole ass person all in itself. And they're usually a girl in most fanfic, along with the fact that they are the Mariest Sue That Ever Mary Sue'd.

I've been considerin why LJ is my favourite and I think it's purely because if any of the more sane (Masky, Toby, Slenderman, etc) took one fuckin GLANCE they would run away. I have hope that clown boy is too far gone to care about my mental state too much.

If you squint real hard my braincell count looks like a normal amount

I'm so exhausted I'm gonna talk to you, my favourite online human, because the blue light from my phone keeps me awake.

But I think my favourite dynamic ever is Rivals to Lovers™. Not enemies to lovers, cuz enemies have two different goals in mind; whereas rivals compete for the same thing.

I'm a sucker for medieval shit so,, a scene that's been annoying me all day is~

you're invited to a Royal Ball (because isn't that how all romances start these days, just roll with it brother) and you go, finding out it's a masquerade ball. You get there, you dance, being passed from person to person in a never ending loop of jewel-embeded skirts that were swept across the marble floor of the (obscenely) bedazzled castle, and suits that seemed more expensive than you were.

Regret never came because the wine chased it away; it flowed in waterfalls into your glass, the scent of it filling the room but not enough to drown out the everlasting smell of expensive perfume. Sometimes the odor of it clung to the women of the ball tighter than their corsets. The massive drapes were pulled back, latching to the wall in attempt to keep them from falling and blocking the view–of which captured your gaze immediately. The doors were swung open to let the air in, and ensuring that no glass got in the way of what lay beyond; the moon, full and impossibly heavy hung, stranded in the crisp night air. The moon was the only one that didn't judge the events that took place in the ballroom that night, the only thing watching the crowd of people with a pure, impassive gaze.

Because later that night, after multiple drinks had been passed around and a cacophony of laughter, dancing, and food had been consumed–after many glasses of wine had passed your lips and your body– of which was feeling tingly and impishly confident–had wandered to a far corner, darkened by the domed ceiling, seemingly on its own accord. In that moment you would give everything to stay in the Palace, to twirl until your feet blistered and you withered away into old gnarled bones and ashes that could still dance with the wind.

"I do hope that you know well what you wish for; not for clarity of the concept, my dear, but for clarity of consequence." The voice that spoke in your ear was deep, low, and held even darker undertones. It siezed your attention and captured it in both hands, strangling the curiosity out of you. It had come from your right, even further into the pitch-black corner, but as soon as you moved all the thoughts in your head sloshed about, banging against the interior of your head. It was either equivelant to that or a sledge hammer, one of the two. The wine was probably just twisting the voice's around you, making them appear. You tried to convince yourself but alas, even you deemed it vastly unlikely.

Turning around was more difficult then you planned. Just when you thought you would see the owner of the voice, nobody was there. Yep, probably just the abundance of alcohol making you dizzy.

Shifting back to dancing wasn't hard; it was as if you were floating down along a stream, merely following wherever the river took you. Voices pressed against you on all sides, soon becoming a background noise too, a faint buzzing sound. It rose and fell like the waves, ever-changing in volume.

You started to lose a grip on reality; eyes fluttering closed as you danced, just taking a breath of air, letting the delicate night wash away your worries, who you wer–

What the fuck!?

You did a double take, eyes now wide fucking open, because outside you spied someone that had to be atleast a foot taller than anyone else in the ball. The darkness seemed to congregate behind it, flourishing, and the only thing you could see was a wide smile and a pair of eyes.

It seemed that you couldn't get enough air into your lungs, couldn't focus; the voice's that used to be hazy surround sound was now piercingly loud the people were just too much, everywhere at once. Your breathing only picked up even more as you gripped your chest.

The.. Demon had disappeared by the time you glanced upward, you you scurried outside, barely making it before you collapsed on a golden railing. There were fine drops of rain scattered about, eluding to the fact it had rained earlier. Your masquerade costume was getting wet, leaning against the railing, but you were so dizzy you didn't care.

It was the wine, it had to be. Nobody could be that tall, it–it was humanly impossible. Moving was now akin to attempting to romp through thick syrup; a stagnant pace, uncoordinated, unsteady. Then it stopped. There was a hand on your shoulder.

You skimmed the person; they had a dark blue suit that sparkled with the occasional gold highlights, with a blue mask covering their face–it seemed that it covered all of their face, and didn't quite match what a masquarade mask should look like, but you didn't care. The support was welcomed.

"You seemed as if you required help, my Lady," He said, his voice deep and low, so much so that you questioned if you would even be able to hear him over the music blaring in the ballroom if the two of you were to venture back inside.

You looked back to where you saw the tall being, with its eyes and smile that seemed wrong, and wrong in a terrible, dangerous way.

"Care to dance with me?" You asked, relieved when he slipped his arm with yours and led you inside. The music had slowed to a waltz, nothing like the big parade of dancers that came in flurries of colour and left just as fast. His arms were solid and a comfort, welcome as the breeze on a sunny day. It felt like he protected you from everything that might have caught you off guard, in a way. Plus, he kept you from falling flat on my face, which is always a good thing.

The song changed and you were about to ask him for something else; his name, maybe, but fate had other plans. Both of you were bumped and somebody else had picked you up in their arms, hands landing on your waist as the dance consumed you. Your mystery man in blue was gone, it seemed, and you sighed. Being safe was a hard thing to ask. Instead, above you now was a man dressed in dark browns and yellows– he had a rather strange mask that curled around his mouth and eyes, leaving the centre free. His brown locks looked ruffled and messy and he jerked every once in a while, moving sporadically. It didn't stop and he didn't seem to be able to control it so you didn't mind. The slight jolts emitting from him caused you to wake up more, which was always welcome.

"Are you okay?" You asked, after his gaze had wandered elsewhere. It came back to you in a heartbeat, and you sensed be was smiling under the mask.

He twirled you, spinning you gracefully. "Of course I am," he said, coming in close again. "For now, I'm winning."

The night surged on quickly and you found yourself caught between multiple strangle figures; a woman with silky black hair and a mask that made her eyes appear the same colour, that offered you a drink that wasn't wine. A man that had offered you wine, that stood next to the big buffet table with a full glass and a white mask. He had stood with a black-masked man, but he weaved through the crowd until he was another string in a pile of wool. Your blue mystery man made another appearance, but not with you–he was talking in low tones with another man (you didn't mind that they were mostly men; seemingly just because it never occurred to you that they might be connected) who had black hair, like the other woman, and pale white skin. The palest you'd seen in a long time. However, at that moment, he had looked up and seen you staring, only for you to catch scars at the ends of his mouth. You crossed it down to makeup or a deformity of some kind. Through all this, you were atleast grateful you didn't see the tall being again.

And everything carried on. Until it didn't. Blood stained the carpet black and the screams were too loud to ever fade away, seeming to shake the walls. You had tried to run from it, from them, but you tripled in a hallway and couldn't even get up because of your many glasses of alcohol. Struggling was futile and someone easily pulled you back.

With horror you realised it was one of the men from before; you recognised the scruffy brown hair and occasional movements. He held you there, between life and death a moment more, a moment where all the men you'd seen that night, and the woman, came around the corner. Their voices were distorted to your damaged ears but your eyes focused on the tall being; he was real, and black and white, with hands that weren't normal and a nose that was even less so. They're all abnormal, your consciousness whispered to you, and you believed it. The man on top of you grinned, happy that he had caught you. Your stomach turned.

"Bring them to the Mansion," a voice ring out in your head. Your 'companions' seemed to hear it too. "And bring them alive."

As you can see I've never written anythin in my life so this is shit lmfao but I don't care an im just here to brainstorm anyways

Have my little scene, take it, because it was fun to do. It's not spellchecked, I've not read through it, because I can't be bothered, so if anythin is wrong laugh and move on brother. Also tryin to write without cuttin off the g from my words and shortenin them was so hard so halfway through I didn't bother lmao

I think this is my longest message yet so, sorry about that Red

Cheers if you actually made it this far.

–Kieran.

I agree. Leafs is better. SHEEPS- thats the cutest thing I’ve ever heard and I love it.

Y/n is a stereotype in itself so I agree, it’s usually ya know, the whole “im different” kind of chick who can do everything and anything (basically bella from twilight), when in reality the reader is human and humans have imperfections. Lots of ‘m …LJ is my fav for a lot of reasons, at this point he’s a comfort to me. Plus, I (oml) relate to him so much, and I can do a post about this- if someone cares or asks. And I have similar traumaaa

Oh geez, I’m your favorite online human, AGH my heart, again, its burning. I agree, RIVALS TO LOVERS SOUNDS SO SOSOSOOSO GOOD I LOVE IT. (I would say my fav trope is “lovers who ache to be together but due to circumstance one starts to lose feeling for the other and it’s an agonizing pain to the other” or maybe that’s just me because I find completion in sadness, which is horrific. But I really itch to angst.)

Here’s me reading your scene and also talking about it at the same time. ‘Regret never came because the wine chased it away’…that’s a good line, thats a good line. The way you just take one thing and mash it with another aspect like wow. Like as each idea were droplets of water on a leafs and you happen to tilt it, connecting them so effortlessly. I’m jealous. The descriptions are amazing, and how you make it the reader’s thought process-damn. I WANNA WRITE THIS GOOD, YALL OUTSHINE ME. And then you say this was shit. *slaps you* DONT YOU DARE UNDESESTIMATE YOURSELF MISTER

Also the way you just subconsciously cut off the g’s is spectacular. I try to, but it’s hard for me. SORRY? SORRY?! Nononono thank you, because the longer the message the better. Apart from the fact that long messages make me happy, especially from you, it means you put time into talking to me! Which makes me super happy too. Heheheh. Thank you love! This made my morning, along with that drawing submission from cam anon, you should check it out! It’s really good.

#creepypasta #🔊 #slenderman #masky #masky creepypasta #creepypasta masky #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer creepypasta #Jeff the killer #📩 #toby cp #toby creepypasta #ticci toby #ticcy toby #Jane the killer #jane the killer creepypasta #eyeless jack cp #eyeless jack headcanon

[daydream-ideas]

Need more night star content! its my current biggest fandom :) i also need the font for astra vale for my Official Organized MADD Blog™ - spencer 🐳

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa my little daydream universe is a whole fandom now??? omg 🥺 but yes, since I don't remember what stuff I've uploaded and what not, I'll just give a basic rundown of the plot and the worldbuilding.

The world itself is actually based on the Riyria Chronicles series by Michael J Sullivan because I wasn't too thrilled with the series itself (it's fine if you like adventure and fighting and don't want to actually care about any of the characters because they keep dying oop) but I really liked the world in it.

Some of this is book lore, some is Night Star lore, it's all mixed together.

[under the cut because it got long]

Basically, it's a fantasy world where thousands of years ago, elves tried to wipe out all of humanity. They went to war against the humans and lost, and the humans took some of them as slaves while the rest escaped to a forest land where humans couldn't reach because it was surrounded by strong waters.

Flash forward and there are no more pure blood elves living in the human lands (well, except one) and all the elves there now are mixed blood elves, the descendants of elves and humans, though the elven blood is dominant so they still have elven features like pointed ears that makes them easily identifiable as elves. They're still hated by society, though in some places they're free, in others they're still enslaved. The main kingdom (which i don't have a name for yet) is one where the elves are free, though even in places where they are free, they're still the lowest of the low and forced to beg on the streets and live in slums.

In background politics stuff, there's an empire run by an evil man who wants to capture all the elves and get rid of them, so he's tasked his people to go around the entire continent (because the empire spans the entire continent except for one kingdom but that's another story) collecting the elves and shipping them off to sea where they will be disposed of.

Alesia (Night Star) is a young mage woman who grows up on a small island off the coast of the mainland, in a secret coven full of other mages. Magic is forbidden on the mainland and the punishment for being a witch is death, so that's why they've been living in secret. Alesia discovers the journal of one of their tribes seers, a woman who was the most powerful mage to ever exist (who is dead before canon starts, but had apparently taught many of the mages in the coven). In this journal, it mostly seems like nonsensical ramblings, but Alesia does find something in it that tells her that the elves are planning a second war and will try to wipe out humanity again after thousands of years of silence, once their new elven leader has been elected (which they do every three thousand years).

Alesia, fearing the destruction of all mankind, goes to the mainland to try and find a way to stop it, armed with nothing but a magical cloak, her powers, and her journal.

Unfortunately, in the journal she finds another startling note. One that tells a tale of a beast, a monster, a man with blood that runs like ice through his veins and feels nothing for anybody or anything. It has pages and pages on this one man, called The Twilight Hour, and it chills Alesia to her core. She has to stay on the mainland and avoid having her magic found out, but also try and avoid meeting The Twilight Hour.

Also unfortunately, is that she is very easily distracted. She sees the state the mainland is in, with it's slums and gangs and people being hurt and starving and begging and being stolen from, and she decides she's going to try and help people, as the meaning of her name is, "helper of mankind." This is how she becomes Night Star.

She stays in a little inn in the lower quarter (the slums) so that she can be a vigilante at night and help people, like if they are being attacked by gangs or something. People start recognizing her name, whispering it at the edges of conversations. People start drawing stars on their doors, hoping for her to come and help them. She becomes known around town, for better or for worse.

One day, she saves the life of a prominent nobleman in the upper quarter from an assassination attempt. This causes the noble to put out an order to capture her because he wants her all to himself. This gets her noticed by the king, a stressed boi who's trying his best to not have the kingdom swallowed by the giant evil empire.

Somewhere along the line she's lost her journal, the journal of the seer. The Twilight Hour finds it and reads it, though he doesn't know that it's talking about him because it never refers to him by name explicitly. Night Stars ends up being captured because the inn she chose for the specific purpose of trying to hide out away from the The Twilight Hour actually happens to be his actual place of residence. where he lives. which is so funny to me even though i created it. anyway.

He finds her and literally just wants the reward money for bringing her to the king, and she sees him and is terrified because she knows who he is. He's surprised she's going along with him willingly when he's seen her fight and escape before (even without using magic, she's got good physical abilities) and he takes her to the king.

The king sees her, gives The Twilight Hour his money, and then Twilight Hour leaves, which gives Alesia the opportunity to escape. She's still mad she doesn't have her journal anymore tho. But she escapes the castle and the king is stunned and a little impressed.

Anyway, since this is getting long, I'll summarize.

Night Star goes from being a vigilante to collecting all the elves around the kingdom to keep them safe and give them food and shelter, to going to collecting all the elves around the continent to keep them from being captured by the evil empire and killed. She becomes leader of an army of mixed blood elves. She has amassed thousands of them and eventually collects every mixed blood elf on the entire continent. She also finds the last pure blood elf left in the human lands (not counting the pure blood elves that fled at the end of the war thousands of years ago, but those aren't considered human lands since the elves live there) deep in the heart of the evil empire's castle. There's a whole bunch more stuff, like how she saves the king from an invasion and takes him to stay with her army, how she causes a tsunami and tears a man limb from limb with her magic, and also how she joins forces with The Twilight Hour.

oh, and the font for the Astra Vale banner is called “Leaves and Ground” 

#literally damn i did not know this world was so expansive and there were so many plot points #but there are so many plot points #this is just scratching the surface oof #i need to write more about it #because a lot of it i don't have written down which is a no no #because i will forget #anyway i think i might spend today writing stuff about my paracosms because this was fun to talk about #thanks whale anon #whale anon #paracosm night star #para night star #slavery tw #death tw #implied drowning tw #war mention tw #violence tw #fantasy violence tw #dark themes

[mikkomacko]

Dear Daisy 5

Daisy never realized how big the house is until Harry's not there. Without his large personality sitting at the table, or his lanky legs kicked up on the coffee table while he works, or his broad body moving around the kitchen, Daisy feels like she's living in an empty palace. It's gotten to the point that she hates being at the house, but going to visit her family is just as depressing with them now crying over Sterling's departure. Her father's taken up more work with Thomas, hoping to make up for the usual revenue Sterling brings into the family. It's not much seeing as most of her brother's earnings goes into his personal savings so he can afford to marry Stella and take care of her. Daisy tried spending time with her future sister too, but that ended up being even more depressing then staring at Harry's empty couch cushion. So she goes on walks now. She's been putting off walking through the park because it reminds her of Harry now, and she stays as far away from the beach as possible. That really only leaves the town for her to walk through, but she likes the shops so she doesn't mind. She hardly buys anything, but the browsing keeps her mind off of Harry and how much she misses him and if he's okay. Her favorite shop to go in is the local bakery, owned a ran by a man named Robin and his kids. It's nice to sit at one of the tables, picking at a scone or mini pie and watch Robin teach his son's to roll out dough correctly and cut shapes into the pies. The three men are always so happy and carefree, and the feeling rubs off on her after sitting there for a bit.

Today, however, is different.

The bell above the door chimes as she pushes it open, stepping into the little shop and expecting a smile from Richard who's usually behind the counter. He's not there today, and walking up to the counter she realizes that Sam isn't either. It's just Robin, lips drooping down in the corners as he dusts some flower onto his apron. Daisy's smile falls, confused by the unusual gloomy mood in the bakery.

"Oh, hello Daisy." Robin greets when he notices her, offering her a pathetic smile. Daisy rests her elbows on the counter, holding her chin up.

"Is everything okay Robin?"

The man shrugs, shaking his head with a sad chuckle. "My boys left today," he mumbles, "one of them to the Poland, the other Germany."

Her heart falls to her stomach, and she thinks of Harry again. She's so worried knowing he's in France, she can't imagine how upsetting it'd be if he were sent to the front lines. "I'm sorry," she sympathizes, pausing a brief second before deciding what the hell, "my fiance shipped out a few weeks ago."

Robin looks up, a bit surprised as he moves to stand across from her. "Mr. Styles was called out?"

She shifts uncomfortably, scratching her fingernail across the wooden counter to keep her mind off of the war as much as possible. "To France for training and then assignment. I haven't gotten a letter yet informing me of where he's heading afterwards."

One of Robin's hands move over the counter, patting the top of Daisy's comfortingly. "It's tough, but I can't think of a greater man than Harry Styles fighting."

Daisy pauses, looking up at him curiously. She's never heard anyone say anything remotely kind about Harry before. He's always whispered about, gossiped about, but they're all tells of his rudeness or his harsh words. Daisy, having been privy to both, never really questioned anyone's dislike for Harry. But she'll definitely question their compliments for him.

"You know Harry really well?"

Robin nods, moving to untie his apron. "Grew up with his father. When he passed away I tried to keep an eye on Harryand Gemma. Of course that uncle of his stepped in, tried to raise Harry to be a prick like him-" Daisy giggles, never having heard Robin curse, "but good always beats bad."

He hangs his apron up, reaching under the counter for a small basket of oatmeal cookies. He places them on the counter in front of Daisy. "Free of charge, for Harry." He says, smiling softly. Daisy watches him for a moment, thinking that Robin must be a great father. He's kind, compassionate, but also tough. And judging by the two boys she's met in here before, he knows how to raise a good son. It's then that she realizes he's the only one running the bakery now, and while rations for the war have started, bread is always in demand. He'll be getting busy, busier than usual, and he might need help.

"Mr. Robin," she murmurs carefully, waiting for him to look at her expectantly, "if you'd like company or help around the shop while you're boys are away, I'd be happy to do so. Don't have to pay me or anything, I'd just like to get out of the empty house."

Robin's smile is warm and grateful, and he looks around the kitchen as if trying to picture Daisy back there helping him. Finally, he nods. "I'd love to have you Daisy, and I'd be happy to let you take home the tips for the day."

"No that's-"

"It's the least I could do," Robin interrupts, "owe it to Harry and his father."

She knows by the firmness of his voice that there's no room for arguing, and she knows tips aren't very much right now anyway so she won't feel bad for taking money from him. Plus the holidays are coming up, and she'd really like to get gifts from everyone without having to use Harry's money. It doesn't feel right to use it without him there, but then again, nothing really feels right while he's gone anyway.

~

Dear Daisy,

My training has been completed and I've received my assignment. Luckily for us, I'm staying in France, patrolling Paris in case Germany attacks. I'm sorry I didn't write sooner, it was difficult to find time during the first couple weeks, but you should know that not a day has gone by where I haven't thought of you. I ache for you, long for you so much it makes me dizzy. Patrolling Paris is wonderful, I've been here a few times, but I can't help but find you on ever corner. In the flower shops, laying among the soft petals. In the warmth of the bakeries and restaurant, beckoning me. Swirling in the air around me, shining in the stars above me. It's not the first city I've found you in and I'm certain it won't be the last.

I know I have so much to say to you. Secrets and truths that have been on the tip of my tongue since the night we met, pleading to be told. Oh how desperate I was on our last night together, aching to tell you everything. Again, I'm sorry, for I'm making you wait. I know you hate me, enough to cry for me, enough to marry me. I was once told my parents hated each other as well, and I had never seen love like theirs.

I hope you're staying warm as the days get colder, maybe planting vegetables in your garden in the back. Pumpkins grow well against the wall of the house and my mum has a wonderful pumpkin soup recipe. I'll dream of you tonight, and maybe every night, in our kitchen with the pretty blue apron around your hips, filling our house with a warmth only you could bring. My radio playing in the background, I'll wish to be sat there with you, argue over how you under-cooked the pumpkin just because I like the color of your pink cheeks when we fight.

Stay safe for me Daisy for I need a home to come home to.

-The Harry Styles x

~

Cold winds come with fall, blowing into the bakery every time the door is even slightly cracked. Daisy's lucky enough to be on oven duty, staying warm in the back while Robin works the counter. She's been working with him for almost a month now, finally skilled enough to help decorate the Halloween cookies and package them. Robin does most of the baking, but she always helps, and every time she finds a recipe of interest he goes out of his way to teach her to make it. Daisy finds working at the bakery to be quite wonderful. It's a good way to spend her time and she's never been good at cooking despite her mother's hard efforts to teach her. Meredith isn't much of a baker either so Daisy never learned that growing up either. It's exciting, working here. Like she's got a new hidden talent or secret that only her and Robin know.

It's only a matter of time before her mother or Summer starts questioning what she's been doing during the days, and she's dreading having to answer. Some may it find it silly but if she tells them about her new hobby she's afraid it'll lose its appeal. When she's here, everything is simple. She bakes and laughs with Robin, forgetting that men are fighting a few countries over. And if she's feeling particularly lonely, she can imagine that Harry's just at work, that she'll finish her goodies for the day and take them home in a box wrapped with pretty ribbon, body flushing when her husband praises her.

Even if it makes going home even more disappointing, Daisy will enjoy her time in the bakery. She's nearly curling the ribbon on a package of croissants for the girl on the other side of the counter when Robin says he's going to take the trash out back real quick. They were starting to close up when the lady came in, a Mrs. Weathers as Robin had greeted her, and he instructed y/n to quickly wrap her order. She carries the package over, smiling politely at Mrs. Weathers and charging her.

"You're Mr. Styles' fiancee aren't you?" She asks, counting out the coins in her purse. Her green eyes look Daisy up and down (as much as possible with the counter between them) but she looks more curious than judging.

"Yes ma'am."

Mrs. Weathers hums, accepting her change from Daisy. "Never thought I'd see the day he'd find a wife." Her tone is amused, mixed with a little bit of surprise, and her eyes shine at Daisy with a newfound respect.

"Why's that?" Daisy questions. She knows Harry's not well liked. He's not really liked at all, but everyone has their person. Maybe she's not Harry's person but her family made it so she is. And it turned out to be better than expected. So maybe she actually is his person and she never knew.

"I had a bit of a crush on him myself a few years ago." Mrs. Weathers admits, looking sheepish. "Tried to talk to him on the beach once, maybe get him to take me on a date in that pretty car of his. Barely spoke to me though. Ignored my flirting, even went as far as telling me I was desperate." Daisy cringes at the word. Harry used to hint at her being desperate too, but he never outright said it to her. If he had she thinks she would've hit him.

"I'm sorry," she apologizes, feeling the need to make up for Harry's rudeness. "He's got a sharp tongue and an ego big enough to keep his mouth flapping."

Mrs. Weathers laughs, waving her hand. "Don't apologize! It hurt at the time but I'm grateful he's the way he is. I probably would've married him and that would be awful. My husband Terry is the greatest love I've ever known."

Daisy smiles at the dreamy look in Mrs. Weathers eyes, but her chest aches for Harry. He may be rough on the edges, but she knows deep down he's sweet. He has a reason for all his actions, and maybe that's why he's terrible to everyone. A sort of test, wanting to see who cares enough to stick around. Or it could just be him knowing what he wants and being careless. Either way she's proud, knowing she was the one to turn him.

"It just takes him a bit to warm up." Daisy defends, "But I'm the lucky one that stuck around, I suppose."

Mrs. Weathers chuckles, picking up the package and nestling it in the crook of her elbow. "If you say so." She hums, adjusting her scarf and then she's heading out into the chilly air. Daisy stares at the door for a moment, thinking that Harry's actually a lot kinder than Mrs. Weathers and any other person that something bad to say about him.

~

Daisy's crouched on the lowest porch step, fingers begin to burn as she lights the last of the Jack-O-lanters her and Summer had carved yesterday. Harry had been right about the pumpkins, she grew so many that they were able to save two for soup, leave three on the steps here, and take two back to Summer's house.

Tossing the match to the side, Daisy watches the candle flicker through it's smile. She can't help but notice that this particular face has the same little bunny teeth as Harry, even if it's big smile is nothing like Harry's. Her heart sinks, eyes stinging as she pathetically imagines him. Not exactly sure how long she watches the flame dance, wishing it were Harry's eyes in front of her, she practically jumps out of skin when two hands jab her shoulders. "Boo!"

She almost falls off the porch steps as she leaps to her full height, the hands of Gemma being the one thing to steady her. "You scared me." Daisy says sheepishly, holding a hand to her racing heart.

"That was the point," Gemma teases, "it's Halloween." Her eyes look over Daisy, smiling falling. "And you're not dressed up at all."

Blushing, Daisy picks at the bow around her waist. "I was gonna be a kitten but I haven't had time to draw my nose and whiskers on. What are you?"

Gemma adjust the sleeves of the button up, tugging down the too-small sweater vest and holding her arms open. Her hip pops out sassily, "I'm Harry!" Daisy examines her again, realizing she's wearing her version of the outfit they mocked Harry about when wedding shopping. "I figured you could use a little Harry today, and I'm as close as it gets right now."

Daisy's glad she hadn't done her makeup yet, because Gemma's words send her to tears.

~

Dear Harry,

I've never been to Paris but I can't help but find comfort in the city knowing you're there. I'm sure it's not exactly what you were expecting for assignment; you've always been a front line man, but I'm grateful the universe is on my side this time.

I grew pumpkins like you suggested and your mother made the best soup for us after Halloween. I wish you could have been at the house with me. A girl came dressed up as a fighter pilot and I thought of how much you'd enjoy that. Gemma came over to hand out candy and stay the night, which was nice. The house is to big without you in it, but for some reason it made me miss you more.

While your secrets make me nervous, I respect your choice to wait to spill them. At first it drove me mad and I spent days like a tornado in the house. I've found a distraction though, one I think you'll be proud of. An old friend of you father's, Robin, has been teaching me to bake. His son's shipped out as well and we've found company in each other's presence. I don't like cooking, as you very much know, but I really enjoy baking. Maybe one day that'll be our routine. You'll come back from the war, safe and sound, and I'll bake lots of desserts for us to devour while you cook our meals. And of course your radio will be on, and maybe I'll make you dance with me. I happen to be a very good dancer when you're my partner, and no matter how much I try to fight it, you'll always be my greatest partner.

Stay safe for me Harry or I'll have no husband to bake for. With all my heart, Daisy o

~

Rain pelts against her umbrella, ice cold in the November air. It far too late for her to be out here, but at least it's a nice neighborhood. Not as nice as Harry's or Thomas', but still better than the one she grew up in. She doesn't dwell on that thought too long though, because she's still trying to figure out why she came here. Shivering, the red door stares back at her tear filled eyes, daring her to step forward and knock. She wants to, she really does. Wants to go inside, sit next to the wood burning stove she'd sat by with Harry that one time he brought her here. Maybe drink some tea. Maybe wrap a blanket around her frame and cry. It felt too empty to cry in their house. Her sobs echoed and rattled, reminding her she was alone.

Still in her pajamas, she'd thrown on one of Harry's peacoats and grabbed the umbrella from the coat closet, running through two streets worth of puddles. Her soaked socks remind her of that.

Sniffling, Daisy wipes her eyes with the cuffs of the coat, finally stepping onto the welcome mat. Inhaling shakily, she knocks before she can duck out and spend all night crying in the street. Harry would be so upset with her if he found out she was even out right now. He told her not to worry, yet here she was.

It takes minute for the door to be answered, lights flicking on upstairs, and then on the staircase, and then in the living room. Daisy wills herself to calm down, bouncing anxiously as the door swings open.

"Daisy?"

Anne has wrapped her robe around her nightgown, rollers mussed in her hair, and eyes bleary but her eyes widen when she meets Daisy's red rimmed ones. "Oh dear, come in! Get out of the rain!"

She waves her in, Daisy's umbrella dripping water on the rug as she closes it and places it in the rack. Anne shuts and locks the door behind her, immediately reaching to help Daisy out of her son's coat. "I'm sorry," Daisy mumbles, shaking off the damp fabric. Helpless, she watches Anne hang it by the door, bottom lip trembling with surpressed cries.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Anne coos gently, reaching forward to push back her wet hair. Daisy crumbles under the affection, chest aching so bad she thinks it might crack open to reveal her longing heart to the cruel world. "Are you hurt?"

She shakes her head, finally breaking down. Her body shakes against Anne, shoulders hunching as her mother-in-law wraps her arms around Daisy. Anne shushes her, rubbing her hand in soothing circles over her back. "It's okay darling. You can talk to me."

Somehow, Daisy manages to choke out the one thought swirling through her brain. "I miss him so much." It's simple, but the words make her cry even more after finally admitting it. She didn't realize how much she enjoyed being around Harry, how much better he made her days. Being without him is like missing the broth in the soup, the flour in a loaf of bread, the roots of a plant. Nothing feels right and she hates it.

"Oh darling, I know." Anne coos, stroking her soggy hair tenderly. Daisy feels small in her arms, cradled like a girl as small as Kitty even though her feet are on the ground and not around Anne's waist. She thinks back on when she wishes she were as tiny as her sister, innocent to this kind of hurt, and she can't help but think this night was born out of that wish. Maybe the universe started a war, drafted the one boy she may one day love, just because she was being sad and petty. It's stupid, Hitler's not invading previous German land because she wished to be little again. But it does feel nice to have Anne hold her, tell her she understands. All Meredith’s ever done is tell her to grow up, act her age, learn to cook, get married, have kids. Everything she always felt like she could never do.

“He’s really irritating but I want him back.” Daisy murmurs around trembling breaths, beginning to calm down. Anne laughs, whispering an agreement before pulling back enough to see her face. She strokes her cheeks tenderly, motherly.

“Let’s her you dry clothes and a cup of tea, yeah?” Daisy nods shyly, letting Anne guide her up the stairs and into a random bedroom. She digs through the dresser, pulling out a cotton tee and striped pajama bottoms. The same pajama bottoms Harry owns multiple pairs of. “These were his favorites as a boy. Don’t fit him now but I can’t get rid of them.”

Daisy changes into them in the bathroom, recognizing the scent of Harry immediate. He still smells the same today but more manly. Maybe it's that nice cologne he wears that makes him smell older, more mature. But his teen scent is comforting too. The two of them, feeling small but together. It makes her ache a bit more, but she smiles at it. Maybe Harry's thinking about her, smirking as he fall asleep and imagining her crying. Soulmates maybe, reaching out to jab at her throbbing heart. It's a very Harry thing to do, she thinks.

And she continues to think of him when she crawls into his childhood bed, an old record player playing an album he loved as a kid, with her mug of tea on his old nightstand. Buried in his sheets, it almost feels like he's there too. That's how it should be, husband and wife, buried next to each other forever.

#dear daisy #harry styles #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #one direction #harry styles au #ww2 harry #soldier harry #arranged marriage au #1930s harry

[flysafepapi]

the parting glass

warnings: major character death, angst, suicide. please be careful and don’t read if any of that is going to be a problem for you. This is very much an AU.

fandom: Peaky Blinders

Of all the money that e'er I had

I've spent it in good company

And all the harm that ever I done

Alas it was to none but me

Tommy writes the letter himself. The pencil in his fingers shakes, trembling with the movements of his hands, smeared in blood and dirt so thick that he forgets what colour it used to be. Maybe green, he thinks he remembers the light green. It should be from him, he says, before he squashes himself into a corner of the drafty tent and stares blankly down at the paper, wondering if there were even enough words in the world to explain that a husband and a father wouldn’t be coming home. The usual sound of the army camp fades away, replaced by the memory of laboured breathing echoing in his ears while big eyes looked up at him full of shock and fear, fingers clamping around his wrist hard as Danny made him promise that Rosie would hear it from him. “Promise me, Tommy. Tell her, for me. But tell her it was quick.” He doesn’t cry, but tears burn in the corners of his eyes as he puts the pencil to paper and tells Rosie the bitter lies. He knows that she’ll see right through them. John and Arthur sit in the opposite corner, lukewarm tin cups of tea in their hands, staring blankly at nothing, saying nothing. Every bit of air in the small tent feels heavy with rage and grief, at the loss of a man taken fighting someone else’s war. At the loss of a friend. 

For all I've done for want of wit

To memory now I can't recall

So fill to me the parting glass

Good night and joy be with you all

He shakes the hands off him, frantic, and drops to his knees right there in the mud. It seeps through the fabric of his uniform immediately, but he doesn’t notice. All his focus is on the two figures in front of him, or what’s left of them. Torn apart by bullets, they barely resemble anything human anymore, but he’d recognise them anywhere. He can’t do anything but reach for them, shaking them as if they’re going to gasp air back into broken lungs and stand up unscathed. His brothers, taken from him in one sweep. Their mingled blood stains his hands, and he doesn’t remember making a sound but his throat suddenly burns like he’s been screaming. Maybe he has. Everything in the background has faded to a dull buzz. He reaches out and gently eases John’s eyes shut before doing the same thing to Arthur, and for the first time in a long time he bows his head and prays. John, always rash, always acting before he thought, taking the bullets meant for Arthur without a spare thought for the danger he was putting himself in. Arthur, who had refused to leave his younger brother alone and ended up dying anyway. This time, the tears run down his face, cutting paths through the dirt that coats his face. 

“Tommy-”

“No, I need to get-”

“There’s nothing you can do. Stop.”

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had

They're sorry for my going away

And of all the sweethearts that e'er I had

They'd wish me one more day to stay

When Tommy looks around to the men that fight at his side, he barely recognises the faces. So many have died and been replaced that he doesn’t bother getting any closer to them than he has to. Freddie remains, and Barney and Jeremiah, but every other figure is a stranger. He can’t decide if he prefers it that way or not. Is it any better, if the men dying around you are unknown? He almost, almost, laughs when the tunnel caves one morning. At least, he thinks it’s morning. It’s impossible to tell when you’re under the earth, surrounded by darkness illuminated only by flickering lamps. The shouts echo along the narrow tunnel, yells for help coming from the direction that he’s sure he saw Freddie go an indeterminable time ago, and rocks and discarded tools scrape along his knees when he drops beside a man frantically digging with his hands, to free the trapped. It’s an exercise in futility; the rain has turned the earth to thick mud and for every handful they manage to clear, another slides into its place like a never-ending task. Through the sounds of exertion from the men beside him, trying to clear the passage, he can hear the faint sounds of the trapped men calling out. He should have known, when he hadn’t seen Freddie, that he’s somewhere behind the mountain of mud, but when he hears that familiar voice the realisation hits him like a lightning bolt to the chest. He stops digging. It’s not going to work, and even if it was, he’d be no help like this. He rests his head against the barrier between him and Freddie, and even though he knows that Freddie won’t be able to hear him, he says “I’m sorry, Freddie. I’m so sorry.” 

“They’re in a better place,” Jeremiah says, later, when he’s out of the tunnels and sitting in one of the mess halls, nursing a cup of whiskey in his hands. “There’s no fight for them, not anymore.” Tommy doesn’t look up. There’s no point. He feels hollowed out, like something has ripped out everything that used to be inside of him, and no amount of platitudes or comforting words are going to soothe it. Anywhere would be better than here, but that’s not the point. They shouldn’t have had to be here. None of this should have happened. Beside him, Barney fidgets and nods, but Tommy doesn’t look at him either. He pushes his chair back, not hungry, and leaves the full tray of food sitting on the table. “I’m going for a walk.” He leaves before either Barney or Jeremiah can stop him, or say anything, and wanders along the rows and rows of tents towards his own. The one that he used to share with Freddie, and Arthur, and John. When he sinks down onto his cot, he imagines that he can see them, sitting around the tent and joking with each other like they used to. If he listens hard enough, he thinks that he can hear John’s humming again, snatches of songs floating in the air, or Freddie’s constant tapping, or Arthur murmuring to himself as his pencil scratches along in his sketchbook. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he says, into the still air, as if they can hear him. Maybe they can. He doesn’t know what happens after death. Maybe they’re around him right now, watching, looking over him. “I tried.” This time, no tears fell. There’s nothing left in him, he figures, when his eyes remain dry even though they burn. When he slides the hard, unyielding metal of the muzzle into his mouth, pressing heavy against his tongue, it almost feels like a sort of salvation. ‘I’m coming,’ he thinks, resting his finger on the trigger and taking a deep breath. ‘Wait for me. I’m on my way.’

But as it falls unto my lot

That I must go and you must not

I'll gently rise and I'll softly call

Good night and joy be with you all

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #freddie thorne #danny whizbang #jeremiah jesus #tw: death #tw: suicide #i am sorry for this

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Problematic Atlas Quotes: Volumes 1-3

All of the places on Remnant put together have not produced as many jarring incongruities and mixed messages as Atlas. These are all quotes relating to Atlas that really stood out to me at the time and have stayed with me since.

Volume 1

Penny: I am combat ready! (Yeah, but are you ready for anything else? And who would send out a cute girl robot who was ONLY ready for combat?)

Weiss: The innocent never run, Yang! (Karmic law says that one will come back to bite your ass, Weiss.)

Penny: I don't have a lot of friends, but if I did, I would want them to talk to me about things. (We haven't seen this one come back around to Penny yet. Blake, yes. Penny, no.)

Volume 2

Ironwood: But ask yourself this: Do you honestly believe your children can win a war?

Ozpin: I hope they never have to. (Note that Ozpin believes they can. It's having to fight he considers a failure. Later revelations would make his view even more tragic.)

Ruby: But why not let us know you were okay?

Penny: I... was asked not to talk to you. Or Weiss. Or Blake. Or Yang. Anybody, really.

Ruby: Was your dad that upset?

Penny: No, it wasn't my father... (Ironwood speaks next. An early sign of Ironwood's controlling nature.)

Penny: I'm the world's first synthetic person capable of generating an Aura. (Tell me more.)

Penny: One day, it will be my job to save the world (The whole world? Seriously, tell me more.)

Penny: It's okay, Ruby. They're not bad people; I just don't want to get you in trouble. (And why would talking to you get Ruby in trouble? And why send her to a festival that encourages students to talk to each other if you won't let her talk?)

Penny: Just promise me you won't tell anyone else my secret. Okay?

Ruby: I promise.(If she HAD told Pyrrha, the whole debacle might not have happened. Will this come up again?)

Roman: As some of you may have heard, this right here... (Taps the giant mech) ...is Atlas's newest defense against all the scary things in the world. And thanks to my "employer", we've managed to snag a few before they, uh, "hit the shelves".  (Damn, Atlas, y'all got a lot worse security problems than Ruby.)

(The image of Penny dancing by herself at the ball surrounded by uniformed guards. Say what?)

Ironwood: Ruby, I feel it's appropriate to let you know that I think what you did last night is exactly what being a Huntress is all about. You recognized a threat. You took action. And you did the very best you could. (Ah well, that's nice. Doesn't entirely fit in with the rest of your character James, but it's nice.)

Ruby: Wait. You think this girl is connected to Torchwick and the White Fang?

Ozpin: It's possible. But we still lack the required evidence to link the two together.

Ruby: Actually, I... I think I remember her saying something about a hideout, or something, in the southeast. Just outside the Kingdom.

Ozpin: Interesting.

Glynda: I thought you said the intruder never—

Ozpin: Thank you for your cooperation, Ruby. Why don't you go and spend some time with your team? You have a big day ahead of you.

Ruby: Any time.

Ozpin: And Miss Rose, please try and be ... discreet about this matter.

Ruby: Yes sir. (This tells Ironwood several things. It tells him that Ruby will lie for Ozpin, that Ozpin will cover up Ruby's lie to protect her, and most importantly that Ruby and Ozpin TRUST EACH OTHER.)

Glynda: Why must your answer to everything involve a triumphant display of military bravado!? You treat every situation like it's a contest of measuring di—!

Ozpin: Glynda!

Glynda: Well, he does. (Tell me more, Glynda.)

Ozpin: You're a general, James. So tell me, when you prepare to go to war, which do you send in first? The flag bearers, or the scouts? (Why is a civilian Headmaster schooling a general with a lesson taught to greenhorn Lieutenants? And why does he have to?)

Ozpin:  We fought for countless reasons, one of which being the destruction of all forms of art and self-expression. (SOME kingdom has control issues.)

Glynda: You're a good person, James. You've always done what you think is best for the people, even against strong protest. It's admirable. But it's high time you stopped talking about trust and started showing it. (So Ironwood's trust issues are not new. Tell me more.)

Councilman 1: You've left us no choice! The Vytal Festival tournament cannot be broadcast, let alone held, if we are unable to ensure the safety of the citizens.

Councilman 1: Ahem... Therefore, we have reached out to the Atlas Council and together have decided that the best action is to appoint General Ironwood as head of security for the event.

Ironwood: Thank you, Councilman. Our Kingdom is happy to lend as many troops as it takes to ensure that the event runs smoothly and safely as possible.

Councilman 1: And we thank you, General.

Ozpin: Will that be all?

Councilman 1: For now. But after this festival comes to a close, we are going to have a serious discussion about your position at Beacon Academy. General Ironwood's reports over the last few weeks have left us somewhat... concerned. I am sure you understand.

Ironwood: This is the right move, Ozpin. I promise, I will keep our people safe, you have to trust me.(Damn dude, what did Glynda just say about trusting people? And why do you expect Ozpin to trust you when you clearly have tattled behind his back?)

Ironwood: You brought this on yourself. (Yeah, he did. By trusting you.)

Volume 3

I have already written a detailed post on the vast discrepancies between how Winter Schnee behaves and what she is trying to convey in her first scenes, titled "Snowbirds of a Feather". Suffice to say Ironwood isn't the only Atlesian sending mixed messages.

Ironwood: If you were one of my men, I would have you shot!

Qrow: If I was one of your men, I'd shoot myself.(So y'all have an acrimonious history as well. Okay.)

Goodwitch: While I wouldn't condone his behavior, retaliating like you did certainly didn't help the situation. ("Call yourself a grown-up? I've seen better behavior from first-year students! Why do I even have to say anything to you? Don't answer that.")

Qrow: You sent me to get intel on our enemy, and I'm telling you, our enemy is here.

Ironwood: We know.

Qrow: Oh! Oh, you know! Well, thank goodness I'm out there risking my life to keep you all informed!

Ironwood:Qrow-

Qrow: Communication's a two-way street, pal. You see this? That's the SEND button.

Winter: They had reason to assume you'd been compromised. (So, Ironwood, explain to me WHY, if you seriously think Qrow has been compromised, you haven't brought it up with HIS BOSS before now? Isn't that information kind of important?)

Qrow: Despite what the world thinks, we're not just teachers, or generals, or headmasters. The people in this room, the leaders of the other two academies, we're the ones that keep the world safe from the evils no one even knows about! It's why we meet behind closed doors, why we work in the shadows. So you tell me, James, when you brought your army to Vale, did you think you were being discreet, or did you just not give a damn!?

Ironwood: Discreet wasn't working. (Explain.)

 I'm here because this is what was necessary. (Explain.)

Qrow: You're here because Ozpin wanted you here! (Is it just me, or does anyone else think this sounds like it was an unpopular decision?)

Ciel: Ruby Rose. 15. Hails from Patch. Leader of Team RWBY. Status: Questionable. (Daaaammmn son. We need to talk. You ordered a full background check on a teenage girl just because she talked to your android? And then you gave it to your android's handler? And on top of all that, a gifted honor student from a multigenerational Huntsmen family who leads Beacon's first-year star team, who Ozpin clearly trusts, only rates as "Questionable"? Who doesn't rate as "Questionable"? Oh that's right. Qrow is also "Questionable", and so is Ozpin. Tell me, do you rate yourself as "Questionable"?)

Ciel: Penny? I believe it is best if we move on to our next location.

Penny: Could we have just a minute to talk? (No seriously, is Penny now not allowed any free time?)

Ciel: It's been precisely one minute, ma'am.(Apparently not.)

Penny: Ruby, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about. I want to stay at Beacon.

Ruby: Penny, they'll never let you do that.

Penny: I know, but I have a plan.(Tell me more.)

Yang: You're from Atlas. What could we expect?

Weiss: Well, seeing as their Kingdom, academy and armed forces are all merged as one, I think we can expect strict, militant fighters with advanced technology and carefully rehearsed strategies.  ... Or whatever they are.(So even other Atlesians think Atlesians send mixed messages.)

Ironwood: For the past few years, Atlas has been studying Aura from a more scientific standpoint; how it works, what's it made of, how it can be used. We've made... significant strides. And we believe we've found a way to capture it.

Qrow: Capture it and cram it into something else. (Dude, exactly WHERE did Penny's Aura come from?)

Ironwood: What I believe and hope this to be is nothing more than the result of stress and adrenaline. When you're out on the battlefield, your judgment can become clouded in an instant. Sometimes you see things that simply aren't there. Even after the fight is past... (That answers that question. You don't trust yourself either. What happened to you?)

Ironwood: Ozpin, the girl... I-I can explain! (You've got a full scale Grimm invasion going on and you're more terrified of OZPIN? What did you do to create Penny, James? How ELSE have you betrayed Oz?)

Ironwood: Qrow! This isn't my doing! (Why did you automatically assume Qrow is attacking you instead of looking behind you? Guilt?)

This post is long enough already, so I'll finish later. While I may be overreacting to some of these statements, that doesn't explain all of them. It's looked from the beginning like there was something fishy going on in Atlas, especially having to do with Ironwood.

#rwby #penny polendina #rwby ruby rose #james ironwood #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #ozpin #glynda goodwitch #ciel soleil

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

House Of Cards || K.SJ || 1

THE PEGASUS TRIBE

Pairing : Kim Seokjin X Reader

Genre : nothing specifically yet

Summary : When a war threatens the world of Mythica, the four greatest tribes are forced to work together in order to defeat the darkness. You and Jin are fr two different tribes, two different backgrounds, and are expected to stand together in order to save everyone you love. Will you two put aside your diffrences in order to save the world or will you fail?

Wordcount: 1.1k

Info Chapter | House Of Cards Masterlist | Next

"Hyung, hurry up, the eldest called every one." Taehyung said as he popped his head trough the door before dissapearing again.

" What will they have to say?" Jin asked his Pegasus as he cleaned up the brushes he was using.

Maybe it's about the war. Sapphire shared her toughs with him.

" I hope that it's over then." Jin replied.

The war has barely started Jin, and we better prepare to run. She shared her toughs again before she went back to eating.

" Well, whatever it is, I'm about to hear it. See you later Sapphire!" Jin yelled to his light bleu pegasus before running off to the main building where everyone was currently in.

" Tae, what's all this about- Isn't that Jairzinho? The leader of the Dragon tribe?" Jin asked as Taehyung nodded.

" Yes, and I'm not sure about what it is either," Taehyung said as their tribe leader started talking.

" Silence please! " Their leader yelled as everyone calmed down. 

"Pegasus tribe members, as your soulmates all feel, war is approaching. And as natural prey, we do not stand a chance in natural survival." Hiu spoke, making everyone wishper in worry.

Jin and Taehyung exchanged worried looks.

" That is why we will be staying in the Dragon Lands, under the protection of the Dragon tribe!" Their leader yelled, trying to be above the volume of the now excited chit chatting.

Jin and Taehyung looked at each other with wide excited eyes. The Dragon lands were the most beautiful lands in the whole world, as far the maps of Bangtan would go. 

" Silence!" The booming voice of the Dragon tribe leader got them to quiet down in seconds.

" Remember that you will stay in the Dragon lands because it's dangerous here. This will mean that there'll be no partying, and no funny business. Also if one of you decide to be funny or for the youth if you try to act cool, you will directly be kicked out." Jairzinho said, everyone nodding.

"The Unicorn tribe will be traveling with us. They will arrive in five days. Pack up, because we will be leaving in one week. Don't take stuff with you what you won't need. We don't know for how long we'll stay there, so please overpack. We'll go by horse, so don't make it too heavy please. That was all." Hiu said.

Taehyung looked at Jin before both of them walked back to the stables.

" War is really approaching, huh." Taehyung sighed, breaking the silence.

" I geuss. Seems like Sapphire and Phoenix were correct."Jin said as Taehyung sighed deeply.

" Oh no, he'll press on it forever." Taehyung huffed, his shoulders sagging.

He kept mumbling as he stopped by his pegasus' stall. The pegasus nudged Taehyung with his nose and neighed just like Taegyung had expected. Jin walked over to his pegasus and started to put everything in the sadle bags.

I assume we were correct. Sapphire tough as Jin nodded.

"Yes, we're leaving in one week." He sighed.

Where are we going? She asked.

"The Dragon lands, I'm not sure which part." Jin said, Sapphire neighing in response and batted her wings as if she was ready to bolt.

Dragons?! Are you humans crazy? They will eat us! Sapphire tough, pacing around in her stable.

" They can't, we're protected by the Dragon tribe." Jin told her, which made her calm down a bit.

We better be. She neighed stubbornly.

Jin smiled as he started packing up her brushes.

-

"What?!"

"No!"

"You have to be kidding me!"

All sorts of negative responses came from the Dragon tribes members. They were supposed to share their home with the Pegasus' and Unicorn tribe members? That was so unfair.

" Silence! As dragon riders we are to take responsibility of giving protection to those who need and deserve! What is wrong with all of you?!" Jairzinho screamed over them, which got them to calm down.

" And we are not the only people who will take humans and animals in. The Phoenix tribe will too. That was all, you're dismissed." He said as he stepped off the podium and walked away.

" Yoongi won't like this." Namjoon told you as soon as everyone was dismissed.

" What makes you think that?" You ask him.

" He hates babysitting. You're the only kid here who he has got a soft spot for." He said.

" Hey! I'm not a kid, I'm 24 years old." You told him offended.

" You're a kid in my eyes." A voice of your right told you. 

You both turned to see Yoongi and Jungkook walk your way. Yoongi with a grim expression while Jungkook looks rather excited.

" I take that you both heard the news." You told them as they nodded.

" I can't wait till they arrive! It'll be so fun to finally meet other people." Jungkook smiled, jumping up and down in excitement.

" Why am I the kid when he's jumping up and down?" You huffed.

" What will you do when they're girls?" Namjoon smirked at the boy.

Jungkook seemed to be deep in tough before shrugging.

" Yeet off to the Phoenix nests'." He smiled.

You shook your head.

" You're crazy. Anyway, I'm gonna go inform Beansprout of our visitors." You told them before walking off.

Beansprout was your poisonous/venomous dragon. He was black all over with green belly plates and green accents on his wings allong with two spikes which he usually used to hang upside down. He had spikes running over his spine and was unlike his appearance, a real softie. You had first met each other when you were ten and had chosen the silly name as a joke, not knowing that that would be his name until the end. You smiled as you spotted rabbits and squirrels greeting you or simply hopping by, a sign that you were close to his hoard. 

" Hey Beansprout! How was your day?" You smiled as you walked into the dark cavern.

A deep grumble was your response, signaling that you just woke him up from his beauty sleep.

" You're such a lazy butt- sorry!" You sqeuked as you almost accidentally stepped on a rabbit.

Not your fault, your dragon's cave is so deep under the ground that it's always dark there, the only light coming from the clear bleu water which had small fish in it. And yes, rabbits are a part of Beansprout's hoard. Allong with other small herbivore animals, you weren't sure why, but from what you know, he had a soft spot for small animals.

My day was fun. I slept trough it, did you do anything important? He asked as he came down from the ceiling, for some reason he always upside down, if you didn't know better you would of tough that this cave was dragon free.

" Well, you already knew that war is nearing, and you were for some reason, right. So there's a chance that we're gonna be baby sitters." You told him.

He grumbled.

" I know isn't it the greatest thing ever." You said sarcastically.

Almost as great as being stuck with you. He sassed.

" Thanks, I love you too." You smiled at him.

#bts #bts x reader #idkeitherman #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #min yoongi #bts fantasy au #bts ff #jin x reader #pegasus #dragon #bts mythology au

[sweetlysilent]

The Wrath Of Thanos

Requested By: Anonymous

Hi!!! I love your writing and I was wondering if u could write a fic where the reader is tony’s daughter and she’s an avenger and she and peter are best friends but then the plot of infinity war happens and peter and the reader literally watch thanos kill tony and it’s so sad and omg I’m crying rn but yea I would really like to read that and cry my eyes out

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Tony Stark

Description: You were Tony’s daughter and Peter was your best friend, you all were Avengers, therefore, you all went on missions, except one mission didn’t end the way it should have. 

Warnings: It goes from happy to pure sadness

Word Count: 2,288

A/N: I really loved this prompt, it was something different and it was fun to create, although it’s really sad because I love Tony :((( But, I hope you enjoy!

Friendly PSA: Please do not steal my writing without my permission, or flat out steal it at all. It’s super disrespectful and 100% plagiarism. So, if you’re someone who does steal other peoples’ work, think about what you’re doing before you hit that copy button. Thank you!

“The world is going to pay, everyone is going to pay, and the only way to do that, is to kill them, kill them all.” Thanos roared, gazing off towards planet Earth, as his army cheered in the background.

“They're all going to pay.” Thanos growled, his fist clenching as he watched planet Earth continue to spin, unharmed by anything, for now.

Back on Earth, you and Peter were arguing over who got the last waffle, something that seemed to always happen whenever Peter stayed at the Avengers compound.

“Y/N, I got here first, therefore, I get the last waffle!” Peter declared, narrowing his eyes at you as you let out a huff and crossed your arms.

“I’m sorry Spidey but you’re wrong, you see, I actually LIVE here, therefore, I get the last waffle.” You smirked, narrowing your eyes back at Peter, who raised his eyebrows in a challenging manner.

“Don’t make me.” He threatened playfully, making your eyes widen slightly, slowly backing away.

“You wouldn’t.” You dared, watching his smirk get bigger as he took closer steps to you.

“Oh, but I would.” He chuckled, before sprinting towards you as you let out a squeal and ran, Peter chasing you around the kitchen.

“This is so unfair!” You shouted, laughing as Peter webbed one of your arms to the fridge.

“Gotcha.” He chuckled, making you roll your eyes playfully as he walked up to you, before tickling your sides.

You squirmed around, laughing, trying to swat his hands away with your free hand but it was no use, he was going to tickle you until you died.

“Say you’re sorry and that I can have the waffle!” Peter grinned, his hands resting on your sides as you tried to catch you breath, your eyes watering from laughing so hard.

“N-Never.” You breathed out, a smile on your face as Peter shook his head, laughter escaping his lips.

“Alright, you asked for it.” He grinned, before tickling you again, making you burst out in laughter, your stomach starting to hurt along with your cheeks.

“O-Okay! O-Okay! You win!” You shouted, as Peter rested his hands on your sides once again, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best.” He winked, before removing the webbing from your arm, which wasn’t an easy task by the way.

“I just hope you know I am so going to get you back.” You glared at him, a smirk playing on your lips as Peter chuckled, shoving a bite of waffle into his mouth.

“We’ll see.” He hummed, as you walked over to the table, grabbing his fork and taking a bite of his waffle.

“Thanks.” You winked, as Peter whined, looking at his waffle, hearing your laughter travel down the hallway.

You and Peter had become best friends once he found out you were Tony’s daughter and you found out he was Spider-Man, aka your favorite Queens hero.

Tony was skeptical about letting Peter come into the Avengers, but eventually did after you spent a while convincing him it would be alright and that you wouldn’t do anything to make him uncomfortable.

“Y/N, you better not do anything with Parker I swear to god.” Tony muttered, before finally giving in, making you squeal out in excitement.

“I won’t! He’s my best friend dad.” You huffed, but the smile didn’t leave your face, making Tony roll his eyes, but give you a hug anyways, seeing you happy meant the world to him, even if that meant he had to suffer with Parker running around with you.

You and Peter had a platonic relationship, sure you may fool around with each other, and it may seem like you two were flirting, but it wasn’t the case, you two were just really close friends.

And that is how Peter started staying at the Avengers compound, and how everyone there quickly got annoyed of both of your bickering over the smallest things, for example, waffles, it happened almost everyday.

Unless someone stole the waffle that way they didn’t have to hear the same commotion again.

You were in your room, getting ready when the alarm went off, signaling something bad was happening, and everyone need to suit up, quick.

“What’s going on?” Steve shouted, rushing out of his room, his suit already on as Tony and Natasha looked at the screen.

“We’re under attack.” Tony looked at the screen wide eyed, the whole world was under attack.

“Then lets go!” Steve shouted, as everyone ran out the door, they had a job to do and standing around wasn’t going to get them anywhere.

They all followed the coordinates that lead them to the main scene of the crime, there standing before them was this huge purple guy, a crown on his head along with body armor.

“What the hell is that?” You shouted, watching the guy destroy everything in his path with one hit.

“I have no idea Y/N..” Bruce muttered, watching in horror, everyone was watching in horror at this moment.

This guy was unstoppable, he destroyed literally everything in his path like it was his job, like it was his mission.

“Alright guys, we’ve fought many things before, just treat this like one of those moments, we are the Avengers, we can do this!” Tony shouted, as everyone nodded in agreement, before everyone started sprinting towards the purple monster.

“Excuse me, Mr. Big Grape!” Tony shouted, catching Thanos attention, his eyebrows squinting in confusion from where the voice was coming from.

Once his eyes landed on all of you, an evil smirk appeared across his lips, laughter escaping.

“Ah, yes, the Avengers, here to save the day are you?” Thanos chuckled, making you all glance at one another.

“Well that is our job.” Thor shrugged, making Clint snort as his response, he never knew when to shut up.

“I’m sorry to say, but the Avengers won’t be saving anyone today.” Thanos growled out, sending chills down your spine.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” Tony replied, looking at everyone as they responded with nods.

And before you knew it, everyone was fighting, other creatures came out of nowhere, you were gathering they were apart of this guys army.

Everyone was fighting, your dad and Steve were fighting the big grape, while you and Peter and the rest of the Avengers helped fight off the army that continued to appear.

“This is crazy!” Peter shouted, webbing some creatures up before Wanda exploded them.

“There’s too many, we can’t hold them off forever!” You shouted, as you ripped one of the creatures in half.

“We need to stop fighting the alien creatures and help Tony and Steve, it’s the only way!” Clint shouted, hitting a few alien creatures with his bow.

You all then ran to help fight with Tony and Steve, who were getting brutally beaten each time they attempted to hit him.

“Give up yet?” Thanos laughed darkly, as they shook their heads no in response, making Thanos’s blood boil in anger.

Thanos was about to attack again when you all jumped in, attacking him all at once, throwing him off guard, allowing Tony and Steve to get back up and recover slightly.

This only made Thanos even angrier than before, you could see fire in his eyes as he let out a roar.

“Now!” Steve shouted, and all of you fired at once, one more time, causing Thanos to stumble once again, his body starting to shake from pure rage.

“You shouldn’t have done that!” He growled out, before his fist clenched together and he hit the ground, you all fell to the ground, the force overpowering and cracking the ground beneath you all.

“You will all feel the wrath of Thanos!” He roared, as his army of alien creatures soon went flying off, shooting and destroying everything in it’s way.

You groaned out in pain, as did everyone else as they tried to get up, you saw Peter slowly getting up, causing great concern to you, before you noticed your dad still on the ground.

“Dad!” You shouted, getting up as quick as you could, before rushing over to him, he let out a groan in pain, as you helped him up.

“You’re hurt, we need to go.” You shouted over the noise, but Tony shook his head, as he looked at Thanos who was causing more destruction.

“Y/N, we can’t give up, he’s not going to stop until we do something about it.” Tony explained, as Steve nodded in agreement with him.

“He’s got a point Y/N, this is our job, we get hurt, but we protect people.” Steve sighed, grabbing his shield before sprinting off, everyone following behind him, including you and Tony.

You all started attacking once again, surprising Thanos that you all were still trying to defeat him, which made him laugh in amusement.

“You just don’t know when to give up do you?” Thanos laughed, watching as you all stood before him.

“We aren’t going to let you destroy our world.” Steve proclaimed, making Thanos grin, his grape face wrinkling together.

Then another fight broke out, Thanos was no longer holding back, he was determined he wouldn’t be stopped, he was determined to kill you all.

“Duck!” Vision shouted, protecting Natasha and Clint as Thanos threw a punch at them.

You watched in horror, you all couldn’t handle this, hell, nobody could handle this, it was too much.

You glanced around, everyone was badly beaten, bleeding terribly, you all were losing, just like Thanos wanted.

And then it was like the world stopped, it all happened in slow motion, you watched Thanos gather as much power as he could, before firing at Tony.

You let out a blood curdling scream, making everyone and everything around you go flying off, the power of your voice causing immediate destruction.

You watched as Tony fell to the ground, Thanos flying backwards from the power of your scream as Peter witnessed you watching in horror, this couldn’t be happening.

“No, no, no, no, no!” You screamed, rushing over to where he laid on the ground, Peter running after you.

“Dad, no, please, you’re okay, you have to be okay, you can’t leave me!” You screamed, shaking him, throwing his mask off to reveal his eyes closed shut, blood seeping out everywhere.

“N-No!” You hiccupped, continuing to shake him, he couldn’t die, no, he couldn’t leave you, he was all you had left.

You had already lost your mom, you couldn’t lose your dad too, not now.

“No, d-dad, p-please!” You screamed out in choked sobs, tears falling off your face onto his below you.

Peter’s face filled with distraught, watching the scene before him, Tony meant a lot to him too, hell he meant a lot to everyone even if they didn’t want to admit it.

“Y/N..” Peter murmured, placing his hands on your shoulders as you sobbed harshly, clutching your dad to your chest.

You didn’t have words to say, all you felt was broken, the one person you had left was gone, Thanos took him away from you.

Thanos made you watch him kill your father.

And you would never forget it.

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