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grimbanes · 1 year

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My Soulmate is Capitalism. (Kaz Brekker x GN!Reader)

Summary: "Of course I believe in soulmates - I have met mine. Capitalism is my mistress and I lay with her every night, I hold her close and she sings me promises of riches beyond any man's dreams." OR after a successful heist, everybody celebrates but kaz chooses to sit with the reader and they have a funny conversation.

WC: 2k

Genre: crack fic. pre-relationship, coming to terms with feelings, the rest of the crows being funny. you/your pov. kaz might be a lil ooc. reader and kaz are besties with a lot of tension.

A/N: i wanted to write something light hearted because my notifs are blown up rn, but this is gonna be a first part or prologue leading to confessions within a day or two. so stay tuned, i hope you enjoy this because there's more to come for this one. i wanted to try something more dialogue heavy for once. i forgot how funny kaz could be but i was reading chapter 2 of SOC again and my god hes so funny.

TW: violence, usual six of crow warnings, kaz laughing.

“So you admit that you’re the thief?”

The young man in chains wanted to laugh, he really did. It wasn’t in his nature to laugh at idiocy - if he made a habit of it, he’d be laughing permanently and that seemed rather tiring.

“I’m a vigilante, of sorts,” He replied smoothly, adjusting the shackles on his hands from where he let them rest between his legs, being sure not to touch his bad leg even when both were chained to the rickety, barely held together chair he was perched upon.

“You gonna give it to the poor?”

“I am the poor,” Kaz said. He had to egg him on. His entire plan was resting on the fact that the Stadwatch were full of the most kruge hungry, lazy, arrogant fools to ever be shoved from the womb of Ketterdam’s damp streets.

It earned him a fist to the face, cracking down against his scarred cheekbone and he felt dizzy - recoiling from the rising tides that filled his tight lungs, daring to attempt to drag him under the murky, corpse riddled depths. It was only a moment of touch, but a moment enough that it numbed the pain that should be blossoming through the nerves in his face.

“Filthy street rat,” The guard scoffed at him, shaking his hand to evidently ease the pain from hitting him. Soft bastards.

“Street rat, urchin, pickpocket, they’re all the same. You can think of something better now, can’t you? Let me give you a hand: I prefer the term businessman, opportunist or even idealist, on a good day, ” The young man in chains taunted, leaning back into his seat and making himself comfortable, only the weight of rusting metal clamped around his bare skin giving him any discomfort.

He needed the officer closer. Just that little bit closer.

He didn’t miss the slight hobble in the guard’s right foot, or the consistent shaking in both of his hands. Perhaps he had skipped a meal or was otherwise unwell, either way, it posed an opportunity for him that had the young man scheming. Like any skilled thief, he could take himself out of his chains in mere seconds with the gentle caress of cool metal, a flick of the wrist and a soft praise, the lock would bend to his will and snap open, but not yet. With guard in his space, he could set the rest of the plan into motion and trust in his schemes to carry the others to do their part too.

The Stadwatch officer reached to fist his hair and Kaz braced himself, tongue in cheek and eyes locked on the hand reeling back and preparing to be delivered swiftly into his nose. A single second window was all he had. So he counted. He waited three seconds, inhale, exhale, inhale, and with a loud clink, his wrists were free. Kaz lowered himself down, arms shooting out to wrap around the officer’s hips and he hoisted himself up to his full height, the chains on his feet clattering away and he was dropping the officer onto his back with a heavy thud, dust filling the air in the dark room.

He didn’t hesitate to grab his cane from where it was left propped against the wall and raised it with a confident grip, the weighted head connecting with a sickening crack to the side of the man’s head. Exhale.

“Can’t have this tarnishing my perfect record,” Kaz mumbled, taking an uneven step back and leaning heavily onto his cane, stoney eyes scanning the surrounding room. It was dark out, possibly. Around four hours he’d been sitting with his eyes closed, counting every second and minute that passed, as he’d been stripped of his hat, coat, gloves and cane. He pushed his bare hand through his hair, away from his face. Right about now they should be-

The door threw open, and expecting Jesper, Kaz opened his mouth the mutter a threat about almost being late but instead, he was met with the one person who managed to make him hold his tongue. The one person who had him on his toes, who encouraged his behaviour, the only other person who knew what it was like to be raised by Ketterdam. You. With your mischievous smile, dirt smudged against your cheek and eyes sparkling at him with so much mirth that it had him wanting to return the pure joy you always seemed to radiate. You were always at your best when your pockets were full of trinkets that didn’t belong to you.

“Where’s Jesper?” Kaz inquired instead, stepping past you and out of the door and he didn’t even want to think on why the soft scent of morning dew flowers even managed to stay clung to you in dangerous jobs like this. He hobbled down the narrow corridor, leaning majority of his weight into his cane as his leg began to ache, the cold chill of the room set deep into the broken bone - he’d definitely been sat still for too long, it was nearly unbearable.

“Covering Wylan’s escape,” Your voice chimed from behind him, quiet steps masked in time with his own uneven gait. He eyed you from the corner of his alert eyes and he thought you were possibly the most addicting thing he had ever laid his eyes upon, even in dim light, in the face of danger, the possibility of death still thick in the suffocatingly stagnant air.

Kaz couldn’t find it within himself to be mad that Jesper had gone against his explicit orders to stick to the plan, no detours, no changes. That only meant that you had done your best to adapt to the change, to do your part and still come for him, and you had done it well - he figured he owed you a drink. Or a necklace. Or a bullet between your enemy’s eyes. Whatever he could do, he would do it for you, just to show he valued your set of skills in his arsenal. The entire plan rested on Jesper breaking Kaz out of interrogation before the Stadwatch completed the paperwork and locked him in a cell for Ghezen knew how long.

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You collapsed into your seat with a sigh, head tipped back and the sound of the bottle of whiskey was already being passed around, glasses clinking and the unshakable adrenaline remained buzzing under everybody’s skin. Another successful heist meant another fifteen thousand kruge in your coffers. You heard the seat beside you be dragged out and the smell of dark coffee flooding your senses, warming your sinuses. Your eyes flickered open in the warm lighting, falling upon the familiar figure that seemed to always be in your shadow as of late.

Kaz slid a cup and saucer your way, bitter dark coffee swirling in the fine china and you felt yourself ease a little more. He had a way about him that always left you feeling a little recharged - maybe it was the fact he always brought you a cup of coffee when he made himself one, always waking you up and giving you the illusion that it was him doing it. Clever, really, the sly bastard. You held onto the little plate with a smile, fingers hooking into the handle as Kaz sat himself beside you, cane rested against the table and his usual coat and hat abandoned somewhere in the club.

“Boss will have our heads for being in the club after hours, you know,” You teased.

“I am the boss,” Kaz muttered in retort, his usual eyebrow quirk present as he stared.

“Oh yes, of course, my apologies, Master Brekker,” You pressed, giving him a little nudge with your elbow and not missing the slight quirk of his own lips, barely present other than the way only one side of his mouth raised.

The young man rolled his blued hyacinth eyes in his usual manner, his entire being just screaming familiarity and you felt comfortable. At ease. Brekker could handle himself in a gunfight, a fist fight and any game of wit. His tongue was sharper than most knives, his words the coldest bullet to explode your brains against your own floorboards and that was a comforting thing in the Barrel.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” You found yourself asking, swirling the dark coffee in its cup between your hands, holding it close to your face and studying the young man beside you.

"Of course I believe in soulmates - I have met mine. Capitalism is my mistress and I lay with her every night, I hold her close and she sings me promises of riches beyond any man's dreams,” Kaz spoke with utter sincerity, sipping his own coffee and studying down at the manifest in front of him, pen in his other hand.

“Geels was right, you do only talk in metaphors,” You mumbled with clear disappointment, eyes cast upon your friends across the room as they drank their alcohol and made merry, celebrating the night’s events.

Beside you, Kaz stopped writing. In fact, he set his pen down altogether and a sigh left through his nose. You didn’t want to turn to look at him, didn’t want to show your disappointment - it was very rare you ever got a real answer from him, one that wasn’t a deflection or some mirror of the reputation he spent so long building. Sometimes, you just wanted a conversation but you knew choosing Kaz for that was foolish to begin with.

“As I said to Geels, that wasn’t a metaphor,” Kaz offered the truce, rather than submitting to his usual silence whenever he had upset someone.

“Is this your way of telling me that you quite literally sleep with money in your bed?” You asked, perplexed and turning your head to fully look at the Barrel Boss’ side profile.

“Yes.” Kaz sipped his coffee, leaned back in his seat and tapped a gloved finger against the surface of the table between you, “Thousands of kruge make my pillow and keep me warm in the night.”

And you laughed. You laughed louder than you ever had, hand slamming against the table and full body tipping forward, coffee set aside as you nearly choked on it. Kaz Brekker had told a joke and it was devastatingly funny, the deadpan delivery more than enough for you to be sent into a room filled with giggles. It had the others across the room staring at you with perplexity, glancing between both you and Kaz and you didn’t miss the way his body shook just that little bit, a hint of a laugh in his body language and smile hidden beneath the cup of coffee he was sipping on.

“You are so lucky that I adore you so much else I would be sticking a bullet through your brain right about now,” You giggled, miming firing a gun at him with your fingers and you snorted again, gripping onto the edge of the table.

“Careful voicing your affections so loud, one might think you’re being sincere,” Kaz’s smile seemed to shine in his eyes, leaning a little closer to your space and it set you off again, your hand slamming against your hand in an effort to stop your little outburst.

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“They flirt with violence?” Nina dared question, whiskey in hand and staring at the exchange with confusion fused with joy, knowing damn well she could use this against the both of them in future. I mean really, who could adore anyone with a haircut that bad? She shook her head, utterly flummoxed.

“I don’t know what’s more unsettling, seeing Kaz smile or seeing Kaz make someone just as bad as him laugh like that,” Wylan shuddered, yet unable to look away.

“I think it's sweet. It really shows that there is somebody out there for everyone,” Inej smiled, eyes softening as she studied the exchange and holding her hand above her heart.

“Demjin made somebody laugh, I think we should take them both to a medik,” Matthias grumbled, earning himself a shove from Nina.

“Well I think-” Jesper dropped into his seat, leaning into where they had huddled inwards and grinned. “It’s creepy. I mean c'mon, imagine if anything happened between them. He’d go absolutely feral. It's so human.. I don’t like it.”

#crack fic #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #six of crows #grishaverse

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aernx · 1 year

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꧔ ONCE MORE — ! (현진)

the aftermath of yesterday’s breakup lead you to go back to your past shared apartment to pack away your things. but how can you leave when he’s still there, right in front of you—begging you to stay?

꒰ genre ꒱ angst/comfort, post breakup but they’ll make up

aerin’s notes ✮ — kinda inspired by a tumblr oneshot i saw a few months back, but i can’t find it anymore 😭 also i’ll edit it later i’m so lazy rn so pls don’t mind grammar mistakes :D

You stuffed your clothes in your suitcase as you sobbed quietly. Who would’ve thought that you and Hyunjin’s relationship ended due to a petty argument. After eleven months of blossoming relationship, the two of you thought that you we’re meant to be, but hell after yesterday? You knew that you were just going to be one of the girls he loved before.

You zipped your suitcase up as you finished packing your clothes. Glancing at your surrounding, your mind clashes itself, swarming yourself with thousands and thousands of memories; memories of you and him.

You clasped the handle of your luggage as you felt your heart ache. But what made your heart ache even more is that from now on, he will just be another memory. Another memory that will fade as time flutters away.

Why is it that he gave up on you so easily? Why is it that you gave up so easily? Another drop of tear rolled freely upon your delicate features. It is true what they say, that eyes are windows to one’s heart because right now, your heart is shattered.

You slowly contained yourself, heading outside the room and towards the door as the wheels of your suitcase glided gracefully through the wooden floors.

But the door opened itself before you could even turn it. The man you love loved stood there, eyes wide with a bag of groceries in his hand and the door knob on the other.

“Yn-” He managed to grasp out reaching for you as you head out towards the door. “You’re leaving?” Hyunjin quietly whispered. What looks like panels of glass layered over his eyes as he met your gaze.

“You made it clear that you didn’t want me to stay yesterday.” Upon hearing you reply, his hand that was once rested on the doorknob reached to grab your wrist, stopping you from going further.

“Please yn, please stay. I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry.” His vision turned blurry as he clasped your hand tighter. You felt another set of tears brimming your vision, breaking his teary gaze at once.

Your silence only pushed him to go further. Putting down the bag of groceries to the floor, he took your other arm, intwining them as he refused to let go. Why does his hand fit so perfectly with yours?

“Please yn, I’ll do anything. Scream at me all you want, express your hatred towards me—your anger. Slap me, do anything you want I deserve it but please don’t leave me. I was too caught up in the moment yest-”

“Gosh why are you making it so hard for me to leave?” You hear your voice crack a little and Hyunjin swore his heart broke when he heard your wavering voice.

Honestly both of you were a crying mess—in front of your shared apartment door too. You were grateful no one was roaming around the halls because that would be embarrassing.

“Then don’t.” He squeezed your intwined hands, silently pleading you with his glossy eyes. “I love you so much, yn. Too much my heart can’t physically take it without you.” He sniffled before continuing. “So please, give me one more chance. Let me love you once more.”

You let out a sob as you hear his words. “Promise?” You quietly whispered.

And once again, Hyunjin felt a part of his heart shatter at your voice—knowing that he was the reason why you were crying.

“I promise, love. But please stop crying, I’m sorry.” He welcomed you into his embrace, wiping away your tears as he held your jaw to look at him.

“But you’re crying too, silly.” You ran your fingers through his tear stained cheeks wiping the tears off his beautiful features.

Hyunjin chuckled at your words before leaning towards your forehead, shutting his eyes and basking in your presence, too scared to let go—afraid that it was just a dream. But it’s not, and a soft peck you gave him reminded him that it was all real.

#hyunjin x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #stray kids imagine #skz imagines #hyunjin #hyunjin imagines #stray kids smau #stray kids #stray kids hyunjin

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seriouslyseresin · 2 years

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Hair Dye & Surprise Reunions - Jake “Hangman” Seresin x gn reader

a/n: i haven’t written anything and posted it in like two years so apologies if this sucks honestly i’m dying my hair rn and just thought this would be cute.

warnings: purely self indulgent & shitty writing & no knowledge of the navy & fluff (:

He had left for a mission 6 months ago to the day. You were handling things pretty well, you’d gotten yourself into a daily routine, started reading more, watched the entirety of Greys Anatomy twice, and even started working as a bartender at the Hard Deck 5 nights a week after your full time job. You had gotten really good at keeping yourself busy.

So how come you are wandering the aisles of the Sally Beauty with the company of Amelia Benjamin? Well, you at least know how you ended up here in the company of Amelia.

“Okay, you two, can I ask you something?” You inquired from a bar stool where you sat next to Amelia, helping her make notecards for an upcoming exam she had, while Penny continued to get the bar ready to open.

“Sure.” Penny said as she moved to ready the section of bar in front of you, ready to here you out.

“Shoot.” Amelia spoke at the same time as her mother, putting down her pen as she turned to give you her undivided attention.

“How do you think I would look with pink hair?” You asked the pair, squinting your eyes and scrunching your face in anticipation of backlash that never came.

“Honestly, if anyone could pull it off it would be you.” Penny said, her daughter nodding her head in agreement, “you don’t even need to go to the salon, this one here does mine every month.”

It’s no secret Amelia has become quite the amateur hair stylist, she currently sported firecracker red as her color, last month having been platinum blonde, and two months before that she had done just the color you were thinking of, hot pink.

You needed some spontaneity and change, still not expecting Jake home for another two months, you figured this would be the time to do it. You didn’t want to scare off the aviator who after almost a year of being stuck in the limbo of a situationship, had finally asked you to be official two months before he left for his current mission.

“Are you gonna redo it for when Jake get back?” Amelia asked as she reached for the hair dye off the shelf.

“Honestly, I don’t think so? I mean I’ll see how he reacts when we have our skype date tonight, but I’m doing this more for me. I want to do something fun and I think that I could put Lava Girl to shame.” That got a laugh from the girl who had just recently forced you to watch the classic Shark Boy and Lava Girl when you admitted to having never seen it before.

The drive back to your house from the beauty supply store consisted of the two of you going back and forth for the Instagram debut of your hair. The two of you set up in your kitchen, towels around the sink, news paper on the floor, and dawned some of your old college t-shirts.

Three hours later, your personal hair dresser had your hair styled and dried, stepping back to admire her work, “yeah, you’ve set the new standard for pink hair. Lava girl or even that chick from Lazy Town have nothing on you.”

You get up to see yourself in your bathroom mirror, your now bright pink locks complimenting your complexion surprisingly well. A satisfied grin over took your face and stayed there while you drove Ameilia back to her house, and still remained as you worked to transition your makeshift salon back into your kitchen, a playlist Jake made for you echoing through the house along with your voice as you sang along.

A fan favorite song of Jake and yours came on shuffle through the speakers and you turned up the volume, grabbing a spatula to use as a microphone as you belted out the lyrics of the chorus. Too enthralled in how main character you were feeling, you didn’t hear the as Jake used his copy of the key to your house you had given him once you made things official between the two of you. You had relished in the opportunity to humble to aviator as you gifted him a small box that held a key decorated in purple cow print. He loved it, though, reminded him of your sense of humor that he had come to fall in love with.

Jake couldn’t help but smile when he opened the door, met with the sound of one of his favorite songs and your voice singing along with it. Curiosity crept up on him as he made his way to your kitchen, following the sound of your Grammy worthy performance, and he started to get the hints of a smell. Almost like that of a hair salon he thought to himself. However, it all made sense as he stopped in the doorway, jaw dropped as he took in the sight of you.

Your back was turned to him as you clutched the spatula you sang into, dancing to yourself, you spun around to face your imaginary Grammy award audience that in your head you were performing for. As you landed your dramatic 180 twist, your eyes that were once closed for dramatic effect, opened and you let out a shocked gasp, spatula dropping to the floor as your hands came to your chest, feeling your heart skip a beat at the shock from the sight of your boyfriend leaned against the doorway with a surprised glint in his eyes and a smile reflected in every feature of his tanned face.

“Hey pinky pie, thanks for the welcome home performance. There gonna be an encore? Do you take requests? I’d really like to hear some Taylor Swift.” He said as he made his way to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your neck.

“Are you really here right now?” You whispered in disbelief and afraid that if you raised your voice you would wake up from the dream it felt like you were living in. You were holding him, he was back.

“I’m really here and I apparently missed a lot since our last skype date because I may not be the most observant but I think I would remember you having pink hair.” He chuckled as he pulled back from your tight embrace, one of his hands coming to cradle your jaw and the other carding through your bright hair.

“Do you hate it?” Worry quickly painted your features, you were prepared for him to hate it from a distance and for you to embrace your new look while he finished out his mission but right now you are feeling on edge.

“Baby, are you kidding me? You look hot as fuck. Who did this? Amelia? Kid is talented and could go places if you ask me.” He placed a kiss to your temple as he grabbed your hand, leading you to your living room.

So many questions and thoughts were floating through your head right now, “when did you get back?” he sat down on the couch first and you went to sit next to him.

“This morning. Our mission timeline had gotten moved up and we ran it yesterday.” He said as he looked at you expectantly and he motioned for you to lay your head in his lap.

You chuckled as you did just that, you weren’t expecting him to be home let alone to have such a reaction to your hair. It’s no secret that his love language is physical touch but it’s so endearing to you as he seems to have this need to be constantly playing with your hair. This was something you could get used to.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back early?” You relaxed and your eyes fluttered shut as he carded his calloused hand through your head, scratching at your scalp lightly, emitting a content sigh from you.

“Well, I’m not sure if you’ve heard of this thing. It’s kind of a new concept, it’s called ‘a surprise’.” You opened one eye to be met with the look that captured your heart, Jake’s sweet lips were curled into a subtle smirk, smile lines on show, but his eyes reflected his joy and playfulness. He still earned himself a gentle whack to his chest for the sarcasm. He captured your hand upon its impact and lifted it to his lips, pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles, before he leaned down and placed a long awaited kiss to your lips.

#hi i think i hate this but i thought fuck it might as well still post it #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin fic #jake seresin imagine #top gun imagine #g writes

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doll-r-t · 2 years

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Syverson’s proposal

This was supposed to be a small caption to a Moodboard I made but it got out of hand. So here you have it.

Moodboard by me, pics found on pinterest. If you wanna use the moodboards for your fics you can but please tag me.

Not Proofread to lazy rn.

gif credit to @littlefreya

Syverson was a typical southern man. He loved big portions, BBQ, and having his men over for a cookout. He loved his woman with all his heart and would carry her over every mudpuddle. He worshipped her, calling her his sweet peach. He provided for her and took great pride in it. He built on your guys' house a vegetable garden, some chickens, and his second baby girl Aika. He loved drinking his coffee watching the sunrise on the freshly built deck, and even more when you would come out just in his shirt. So now that the house was ready it was only natural for him to make an honest woman out of you. He had prepared dinner outside. He had cooked rumstake and vegetables, with grilled potatoes. He opened a bottle of (non-) alcoholic wine and hug up fairy lights all over. He had sent you out for the day going shopping and getting pampered, pressing his credit card in your hand, kissing you on the forehead, and ushering you out. He had printed pictures of you hung around the table he had set up. From your trips, dates, and all the other beautiful and amazing times you had. He made a trail of roses from the front door to the table at the backside of the house. He lit candles and lined the rose trail. As long as he was doing all of this he was cool and collected but as soon as the sun had set and he could hear you coming towards the house he started to sweat. He was not the type of man to wear a monkey suit but for this, he pulled on light beige slacks and a white shirt. The ring was safely hidden. He had studied your jewelry any kind of hints to what you like. He even called up your best friend and asked her what you liked. You were stunned when you came home, you had gotten your make-up and hair done, and nails Sy had insisted. You dropped your shopping bags calling out for Syverson. You followed the rose trail your heart beating. You looked around trying to find him, thinking he might be hiding somewhere trying to spook you. He had done that before. But when you stepped out the backdoor, there he was. Illuminated by the soft light of the fairy lights. You looked around trying to take it all in, the candles, the pictures, the flowers, the beautiful set table, and him. Yes him, the man you fell in love with, the man you still loved and would love for eternity. You walked toward him, confused at what was going on. “Sy?” He came towards you, his hand softly tilting your head up by your chin, giving you a soft kiss. “Happy anniversary my beloved.” You had kept your eyes closed, savoring the warmth of his lips, the smell of his aftershave, and the rumbling of his voice. “Happy anniversary, love.” You whispered back, not wanting to burst the bubble you two were in. He nudged his nose against yours. “Come let’s eat.” He led you towards the table, pulling out your chair. He served you some drinks. Water cooled, some (non-)alcoholic wine and in case you wanted something else he had a third glass. He took your plate, takin this time he neatly stacked everything on, even put on some herbs as decoration. You just smiled at the care he took, it was so like Sy. Attention to detail, always wanting the best for you and doing as much as he can. It made you choke up a bit. How had you gotten so lucky? How can a man love you so much and made you feel loved like no one ever did?

You too had a beautiful dinner laughing and recounting your first date, the once that was a disaster, or the time you got stuck out of nowhere during a road trip. After dinner, you both looked at the pictures together. He had an arm around your waist you both holding your glasses of (non-)alcoholic wine and looking some more at the pictures.

He had put on some soft piano music during dinner. But switching it to a soft country song, a man singing about how much he loved a woman. He took your glass putting both on the table and took your hand, you both swayed to the music, exchanging soft kisses and being close to each other. It had gotten a bit colder so he told you he would get you a shawl. He went inside to his dresser pulling out the ring box. He put it in his pocket. Picking up your shawl his heart was hammering. He went to the refrigerator pulling out your favorite dessert. He put the dessert down and wrapped your shawl around you. He helped you into your chair again. He feared you could hear his rapid heartbeat. He tried to eat the dessert as if nothing was going on. But his stomach was in a knot. “This was a beautiful dinner, thank you Sy.” You walked to him kissing him on his lips and sitting on his lap. “You are the best man I have ever known love.” He nuzzled your nose, breathing in your sent. It smelled like home. You both kissed some more and you opened the first two buttons on his shirt. You knew how much he disliked wearing what he called a monkey suit. But my God is one sexy man.

You excused yourself for a second, going to the bathroom, you quickly pulled don the new sexy lingerie you wanted to surprise him too. Once you were done you checked over your make-up, and hair, pulling on your dress again. You went outside, Syverson stood by the fairy lights, he seemed nervous. Once he saw you he beckoned you over to him. He took your hand taking a deep breath. He leaned his forehead against yours. “Bear with me okay?” He took a deep breath. Standing back a bit. “I still remember the first time I saw you, I remember what you wore and how beautiful I thought you were. I remember-” He chocked up a bit, breathing out hard he went on. “I remember nights laying in bed thinking about you. How my heart skipped every time you texted me. How nervous I was on our first date but how excited I was to feel nervous again because it meant I would be with you. I love you so much, more than I thought possible. And I promise you I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I will love you forever.” He let go of your hand stepping back. You already had tears in your eyes, but once you saw him getting down on one knee you started to cry. “Will you make me the honor of becoming my wife?” You could only nod, holding out your hand shaking. Your smile was brighter than it ever had been. Syverson breathed a sigh of relief. Getting up he took you in his arms, kissing you hard. You both looked at the ring on your finger laughing at how right it looked. He took you in his arms again spinning you around. “I can’t wait to introduce you as my wife.”

I tried to make everything as inclusive as possible. I am still working on one with a disabled reader Moodboard but it is a bit hard to find pictures. Let me know what else you wanna see. I am too unsure how Indian wedding dresses are or how in general other cultures dress for weddings. I am European and white and I do not want to disrespect another culture.

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archonadeptus · 1 year

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A/N: This is my favourite ship ever I'd simply perish for them. This is going to be a series on tumblr, and once its complete I'll be uploading it to ao3! It's my first Alhaitham x Kaveh fic, so please be kind! I hope you guys like it.

Warnings: Ship fic! Alhaitham x Kaveh, if you dont like then please don't read♡ Light description of a breakdown. Angst, no comfort just yet! Pre-relationship. (They're crushing so bad why can't they communicate I stg) Not fully proofread, I'm lazy rn I'm sorry -

Light of Kshahrewar - Part One

Everything had been absolutely draining and much too loud all day. Alhaitham was extremely grateful to have his soundproof earpieces with him at all times, otherwise he was certain he would have snapped at the other sages. How dense does a being have to be? Let alone those who are considered sages of Sumeru, one of the highest positions throughout the nation blessed by Nahdia, the god of wisdom. Why must they argue about such trivial things, something that could be fixed so easily with the slightest bit of communication? The thought of somebody without a decent mind like Alhaitham taking over as the true grand sage truly concerned him. If anything the thought itself was rather daunting. Sumeru, instead of being known as the land of wisdom, would be known as the most idiotic land throughout the seven nations of Teyvat.

Shoving his key into the door, which was comically still tangled up with Kavehs, was twisted and pushed open. Immediately upon entering, books and blueprints were scattered all over the floor. Shutting the door with his foot, he locked it and tossed the two keys into the intricately designed key dish, courtesy of Kaveh. He had designed it himself, despite Alhaitham paying for the materials. Kaveh had begged to design 'decent furniture' for inspiration. Alhaitham finally agreed and let him. He couldn't let his roommate sulk otherwise that would cause problems for Alhaitham himself and he most certainly didn't want that. Thus, he practically shoved the bag of mora in his hands with a silent prayer to the god of wisdom to shut Kaveh up. It did work, and after designing said key dish, Kaveh finally had his inspiration back for a project he dubbed to be 'even better than The Palace of Alcazazaray'. How one would get a giant design like that from a mere key dish truly baffled Alhaitham, but whatever kept Kaveh happy right? Back to the matter at hand, he had decided to slowly make his way through the room following the trail of mess and various ink stains. He hated to admit it to himself, but after the day he had faced full of idiots he was finding himself growing angrier by the minute. He didn't want to deal with his own idiot he kept at home. Usually on any other day, he'd come home, ignore whatever mess was made and remind Kaveh (for the hundredth time) to do his share of the chores. Of course he knew that would fall on deaf ears, but he'd then retreat into his room and read until dinner. Alhaitham didn't think he'd be doing that today.

"Kaveh." His voice spoke as he pushed open the door to the architect's room where the mess seemed to be its greatest. He expected to see Kaveh hunched over his desk as per usual, in a world of his own whilst he would mumble incoherent things to himself and scribble on a half finished design. This time though, he saw Kaveh in the middle of his floor with a broken pencil before him and a ripped up piece of paper.

"If you're here to nag then I'm not in the mood."

'Neither am I.' Alhaitham thought, deciphering the rather sorry sight before him.

"I wouldn't have to nag if you kept things tidy and actually did your share of the chores." Kaveh had his head buried in his knees, his hand gripping onto his arm to shield his face and cushion his head.

"I just said that I'm not in the mood, Alhaitham." His eyes were fixed onto the ripped up paper and his legs seemed to drag him to it. Moving to pick it up, he caught a glimpse of a very detailed set of sketches before they were ripped from his hands. "Don't touch that!" Alhaitham was completely used to Kaveh shouting at him, it brought him great amusement so he'd jab at the architect to get him to yell more. It was a wonderful stress reliever and he couldn't help but adore Kavehs dramatics. However, this time felt different. It didn't feel light hearted, there seemed to be real weight behind his words - not that there wasn't usually but this felt a little more serious. You could slice a knife through the sudden wave of silence.

"Why are you sitting here feeling sorry for yourself when you could be working on that design you've tried to destroy?" It was beautiful. He paused as Kavehs sharp crimson gaze met his own, they were glassy. He needs to stop talking, he should give Kaveh some space. "So when you complain that you have no ideas, it's actually that you destroy them instead? Is it that you don't want to make a living for yourself for once?" Why is he still talking? Alhaitham knows that it's not the time to lecture him, but some horrid part of his anger seems to enjoy blowing off steam like this.

"Stop. Just... Just get out!" Kaveh threw the broken pencil at Alhaitham, but he just moved away and glared.

"That's rich, get out of the room I pay for? Surely you remember you didn't pay your half of the rent this month either." Kaveh hated the way Alhaithams gaze remained so calm, even as fat glistening tears made their way down Kavehs cheeks.

"If you don't want me here anymore then just say that! I'm sick of you dancing around things like they mean nothing to you!" … 'Like I mean nothing to you.' Kaveh wishes he added on that bit, but he didn't want to know the truth. He doesn't think he can face Alhaitham saying that he hates him.

"Fine, if that's what keeps you happy. I'm sick of the mess, I'm tired of coming home to your yelling. You're just as bad as the sages I dealt with today."

'Ah,' Kaveh thinks, 'he's had a bad day too then.' Maybe Sumeru was out to get them.

"Oh really? That's a miracle, the mighty 'Acting Grand Sage' of Sumeru who's known to be completely emotionally unavailable, is getting irritated by his colleagues!" Alhaitham narrowed his eyes. "It's not my fault I've got so much work to do before I even think about getting paid to meet your absolutely ridiculous rent deadlines!" The scribe simply rolled his eyes, ignoring the way more tears fell from his crimson eyes. Kaveh may be a dramatic person with rapidly fluctuating moods, but he hadn't ever seen him cry before. This was… new territory. One which both Alhaitham and Kaveh didn't seem too sure about stepping into.

"Ridiculous deadlines? Kaveh, it's the basics. They're bills, I don't control these deadlines. Don't be so dense." Alhaitham simply crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at Kaveh who was still curled up on the floor. Did the architect always look so vulnerable and small like this? Why's he crying? Alhaitham's eyes trailed around the room, but he couldn't piece it together just yet. It was too messy. "Usually people can pay them on time, unlike you." He paused for a moment, hearing Kaveh sniffles. "Aren't you going to tidy this all up?" I need to see what's wrong, I can't figure it out like this. You're worrying me.

"I'll get to it! Just leave!" Kaveh yelled, hair scrunched up in his hands with his eyes shut tightly. Those tears were falling so much quicker now, Alhaitham couldn't handle it. How can he make it stop?

"Leave yourself, you're clearly not bothered." Kaveh's eyes grew wide, glossy and doe-like as he met the scribe's hardened gaze.

"Seriously? You're kicking me out right now? This is ridiculous! Every single time you swoop to a new low, Alhaitham!" He simply turned and began to leave the room only to return and throw Kaveh's individual key toward him.

"Leave." With that, Alhaitham dodged the mess as he made way for his room quicker than he'd like to admit. Kaveh's crying was soon muffled once again as he activated his earpieces. The sound was too much… Too heartbreaking. By morning, things would be like they never happened. They'd eat breakfast, nag at each other, and continue their work like usual - it was their routine. That didn't happen this time.

Upon waking, the morning sun filtered through the wider windows. Kaveh designed those. He had told him he needed more sunlight, especially if he were to read his books all the time. He didn't want Alhaitham to damage and strain his eyes, the architect said it would cause trouble for him else and he didn't want to deal with it. Thus the large pretty window in his room allowed sunlight to bathe him every morning, and the moonlight to shine upon the book's words every night. Opening his eyes fully, he sat up as the warm blanket fell from his body. It was… strangely quiet. Peaceful even. Alhaitham wondered when that would be broken by a certain roommate of his. Standing up, he kept on his nightwear for the time being for breakfast and stepped out into the hall. It's clean. Why was it clean? He was certain that there were ink stains and blueprints all over the floor… Did Kaveh truly take what Alhaitham said to heart? Hm, it was about time he supposed. Finally, a helpful roommate. However, upon entering the kitchen, Kaveh was nowhere in sight. Nevermind, maybe he was sleeping in today after all of this apparent cleaning last night. The scribe didn't mind, especially if the chores were done which, by some miracle, were done. Preparing himself breakfast wasn't exactly unusual, so he made himself something easy though the scent didn't exactly make things feel the same. It didn't taste as good as when a certain architect made it either. Kaveh's dishes were rather extravagant, Alhaithams were bland. After shoving the food into his mouth and swallowing, he stood and placed the bowl and cutlery by the sink. As an apology for not making breakfast today, Kaveh could wash up. Walking back out, he passed his room. It was silent and there were no loud and irritating snores that he usually heard at night that usually unfortunately sent him to sleep, there was nothing. Maybe he should check on him? Knocking lightly, the door seemed to push open. Why is it empty? Where's the mess?

"Kaveh?" Pushing the door fully open, he stepped in. Where was the colour? Where was his Light of Kshahrewar? Where is Kaveh? He… Truly moved out? "Kaveh… You fool." He took a deep breath in, Kavehs scent of pardisarahs filling his lungs. It was overwhelmingly comforting. "You didn't have to go." I didn't want you to go. He'd bring him back, he'd go out, find him drunk out of his mind somewhere and bring him back. It would go back to normal, the way it's always been - the way it should be. "Kaveh. Wait for me." He immediately left the empty room and returned to his own, getting his usual clothes on after having what felt like the quickest shower of his life. Something which of course Kaveh would scold him for… A scolding he strangely missed. Putting on his soundproof earpieces, he grabbed his key and opened the door once again. "Don't be too far, my Light of Kshahrewar."

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dukeoftheblackstar · 8 months

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Why do you even like Plo?

This is like asking me why I breathe, nonnie <": But let me try and answer this as sensible as possible ♥

Plo Koon is 385-years old

Imagine the sheer amount of knowledge in that squishy, cute head of his and you decide that of all the questions you could ask, you decided to go with whether he'd still love you if you were a worm. (1) Plo would either give you the laziest, most resigned 'Yes, dear' and go back to his naps ♥ or ... (2) Plo would exasperatedly sigh over the fact that you test his resolve in this silly, little, questions and give you the same resounding, 'No, I will not" and you will crack at it for the 128391231923th time.

There is nothing he probably can't do or know a thing or two about. Bet you my left lung that man can knit like a god.

There will always be a fine line between days of keeping himself (1) fit — which means I need to buckle tf up before I combust seeing this old man fuck someone up and be cool-dad about it <": (2) Lazy Days with Plo is my jam ♥ <-

Plo is discreet sassy. I'd go over this but I will need a year.

Plo Koon is Old Money.

If you don't know what that is, babe. Let me tell you when I say you're missing out. if you have been following me or have seen all my shit posts and tags on the Plo Koon / Kel Dor / Dorin tags, old man knees are fabulous — let me tell you why. (1) In a modern setting/au, he will enjoy short or maybe long walks that are not stressful. Will he walk under the blazing heat because the day looks great? No, neither would you bestie so sit tf down ♥ (2) Everything is made for comfort. Fuck the vow of poverty because when when you be rocking like a proper Balenciaga Sugar Daddy while traversing the Underworld, you best believe Daddy Plo be loaded AF. We're talking the Egyptian Cotton Sheets,

Plo Koon is one you would not want to shut up. Ever. At all. Like. Babe. If you ever shush this man. I will hunt you down, huntie ♥

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'Ts my favorite thing in the world ♥

Plo Koon has wholesome sassy chaotic gae friends.

Plo Koon just too pure for this world ♥

Now please watch that last gif on loop and tell me that that does not make you feel things because babe, if it doesn't... Idk man. You need to get them eyes checked ♥

But in all seriousness, my love for Plo Koon is because we don't always get wholesome characters that live long and it makes you wonder what life would have been like if he did.

I'm always fascinated by age apart from it being so damn sexy.

You hear talks about clones and their strife on how hard it is being the remaining survivor and I don't want to invalidate that. Not at all. But imagine having to relieve that through centuries. Imagine how someone like Plo, who has so much appreciation for life and everything both having spent at least a few years of his life at Dorin and him returning to become a Baran Do Sage, only to constantly practice the lack of attachment?

I'm not saying that's bad or conflicting, but imagine all the things he had to repress to fulfill his purpose both as a Sage and a Jedi. And he's smart, super damn smart. Someone who's smart with a guarded heart is a lie. His heart isn't guarded, he hurts. But he he has to swallow that because he has a role to fulfill.

I could go on so much about why I find him so interesting but I'm stuck in a bad vibe rn and all I can say is I love him so much because I want him to rest? Like hello?

Let that man take his goddamn afternoon nap and teas? And for someone so loved as a wholesome character, he's slept on and frankly, I don't like that.

Plus, I bet you Kel Dors got big dicks, so there's also that. ktnxbye.

#♝#dukeoftheblackstar answers #♝-answers #plo koon

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shangsclaws · 2 years

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Bestie idk if you're doing requests rn but I'm dying over here for spicy Shang Tsung content 😩

Also love ur stuff!!!! All of ur MK hcs are 😩😍💓💓

SOOOO LATE TO ANSWER BUT I FINALLY GOT THE COURAGE (and time) TO POST THIS!!! pls enjoy ;)

also hi @shang-hung thought u might like this too 😌

Summary: Edging Shang Tsung, basically. (Shang Tsung, as in bronze skin and braids in his hair shang x oc/fem!reader)

Warnings: *very* suggestive smvt but not actual smvt smvt yknow what I mean

Notes: first time I’m posting a fic w/ my oc HOLY CRAP??? Nervous is an understatement but I rlly hope u enjoy the way I wrote her. Also here’s a link to what she looks like if ur curious hehe ;))

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The sorcerer let out a low chuckle.

“Your heart beats quickly.” He cooed into her ear, practically kissing her brain. This much was torture alone, and it thrilled her to know it was only the tip of it.

“Don’t you know? You excite me.” She replied, turning her head to the side. Both were grinning deviously to themselves.

Her thin neck exposed to him now, the dark man made a gentle attempt at rousing Pitaya further. With his lips he planted a ginger kiss on the nape of her neck, eliciting a shaky exhale of desire from his lover’s lips.

“How much longer can you handle this?” He asked amusedly, and in relation to either his growing arousal at her back, or the low rumble of his voice in her sensitive ears, her answer would be the same.

“All until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Me? Don’t get ahead of yourself, now.”

Pitaya had suddenly changed position in her response, using her magic so that it was no longer her behind that met with his sex. Rather, as she perched her knee just between his legs, the woman’s thigh rested firmly and almost flush against Shang Tsung’s crotch.

He looked up at her admiringly.

“What are you up to?” He spoke in throaty tones, her face not inches from his.

A sudden warmth, or rather a lapping heat, had overcome the sorcerer then. He sighed quietly, lean g into the throne as Pitaya looked on in silent delight.

Catching on to her attempt at climaxing him far too early, the sorcerer made an attempt in earnest to place firm hands on her hips. She was most tender there. Although the heat proved too much, and his wrist had met with some vague resistance.

Looking down at them, he was brought to a lazy grin at the sight of pink-ish restraints. He was bound to his throne by the grace of her magic. How delightful.

“Is this what you wanted?” She asked him, expecting nothing but incoherent mumbling. “I’m surprised you didn’t tie me up before it got to this.”

Shang Tsung didn’t respond. His eyes stayed trained on hers, half-lidded and elated, both out of her stimulation and at the idiocy of his own ignorance.

Pitaya grinned, her head finally meeting with the level of the old, however spry and tan, sorcerer. She contemplated a kiss, if not for the longing knot between his brow. She couldn’t look away. He was almost over, chest heaving, his uneven breaths crashing on her face a quiet promise of release. All too easy.

Placing a ghostly hand upon her lover’s clothed affection, Shang Tsung felt his heat and joy abruptly come to a halt. He groaned briefly in annoyance.

“I take it you are not used to servitude.” She spoke in throaty tones, not inches from the sorcerer’s face. Pitaya eyed his slightly parted lips.

“Although it’s odd,” she began, grinning. “Do you not spend your life in service?”

Shang Tsung clenched a tanned jaw both out of amusement and — though he’d never admit — full offence.

Pitaya jumped up from laying her chest on Shang’s, laughing when she’d intercepted his attempt to grab her and make do with what he could of her snarky remarks. She needn’t do it either way, given the rather dashing set of cuffs at his wrists, but she figured she would not give him the satisfaction of having her tender weight on him for much longer. At least not for now.

Walking slowly round the throne, allowing her robes to cascade off of her taught shoulders and generous hips, Pitaya pondered her next move. She knew little of what the sorcerer liked — it had been a hundred years since their last rendezvous — unless to make the evident assumption of dominance over his loving fool. Pitaya was no fool, no one’s idiot. And she’d make that clear.

Her robes had fallen to the ground now.

“All night long...” she murmured to herself, “...I could have you all night long.”

Her lustrous voice was hidden behind the tall and thick backrest of the throne, Shang Tsung straining his ears to hear Pitaya and her musing. He hadn’t been edged by anyone in ages, lest he forget, although it’s not as if he’d try to remember out of seething pride for his own capabilities in bed. The sorcerer did not know her enough to be content that this was only harmless play either, that Pitaya hadn’t just up and left when she’d disappeared behind him and made disaster out of his island.

The raven-locked snake, growing slightly apprehensive, raised his wrists against his restraints, or at least attempted to. His russet brown forearms hardly left the arm rests.

Pitaya had returned from behind the throne then, nothing but Shang’s gifted undergarments hiding her sex.

“I rather like you like this.” She noted fondly, her voice even, placing a hand on her hip and her weight on one leg. Her hip jut to the side, creating quite a lovely curve amidst the dimly-lit throne room.

“It’s a shame you don’t seem to share my sentiment.” She grinned.

Shang Tsung eyed her figure, relished it for all that it was worth, his eyes dragging from the floor to the last stray hair at the crown of her head. He wanted to remain vigilant, and badly so — his island and riches were at risk with her very presence. But his pride and wealth would have to wait for the sake of his island visitor, and most especially now, after centuries of her silence.

He might have even missed her.

“Don’t look so upset with me, Snake,” she muttered, sauntering towards him with light feet, “you’ll never know if you don’t try.”

“Don’t toy with me.” Shang Tsung managed from a dry, coarse throat. His length pushed obnoxiously taut against his pant, arousal suddenly returning to him in one agonizing wave — she was taking her sweet time.

“I have done this sort of thing in the past,” he strained his words this time, a moan desperate to escape from honeyed lips.

“But with a princess of a foreign realm? I’m a rarity here,” Pitaya placed a daring knee in the empty space just ahead of his groin, the warmth in his member too much to bear, “you know that well.”

“You don’t think I’ve found ways to occupy myself while you were gone?” He looked up to her, into those eyes that seemed greener now than his own well of souls.

“I don’t doubt it,” she replied in haste, breathlessly, and at last, her mouth came crashing down onto his.

The sorcerer groaned against her lips in blissful release then, his whole body tensing as his aching affection had been brought over the edge. The sheer volume of his moans, his pleasure, crashed against the walls of the throne room, returning back to Pitaya’s spine to make her shiver in an almost equal delight.

She’d have him begging for more. And with hands as gifted as hers, she figured, it will have been well worth the centuries long wait.

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ghoul-bonez · 1 year

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~Through the Wind and Rain~

Chapter 11 (One of The People)

OC x OC set in the “Avatar: The Way of Water” universe…

Summary: Cuddled up in her home Niri’te learns why Leyra was testing her.

Word count: 809

Author's note: Short but sweet chapter and yes I know there’s like rights of passage and shit but I’m lazy and don’t want to research that rn

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Chapter 11 (One of The People)

Today it was like Leyra was testing me for something. It was odd, made me feel unsure of what was going on, but I went with her because I couldn’t say no to her. I will never be able to say no to her.

So as she led me through the day I followed willingly. I dove for every rock and shell she threw for me, increasing my speed every time in an effort to impress her.

I breathed with her, slowed my heart rate, even with the warmth her hand on my skin brought to my heart.

I spoke with her in sign while we swam around on our ilus, even though I almost fell off a few times, more focused on her than actually holding onto the creature.

As the day wound down and eclipse began, me and Leyra were cuddled up in my marui after what felt like the longest day I have had in a while. The rain had started to patter on the roof soon after we had entered it, the pattern of pitter pattering brought me a sense of calm.

I was calm, the world was calm, but Leyra seemed restless. I smiled, looking up at her as she watched the rain hit the water outside. My head laid in her lap and she carefully threaded her fingers through my braids, a calm atmosphere settled over us as we quietly talked.

I had always been an overthinker, and on top of that I had a vivid imagination, which led to many thoughts flooding through my head.

What was she testing me for? What if I failed? What would Leyra think of me then? Was it even a test or was I imagining things?

I could feel the frown sitting on my face and Leyra must have noticed because I felt her fingers gently swipe against my lips, falling out of my thoughts when she looked down at me from where she was previously looking out the doorway at the water, “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

I let out a deep breath, hoping she wouldn’t press too much, “Nothing.” I hoped she would be content with that answer, leave it alone so I didn’t have to admit the thing bothering me was something she had done.

She looked at me with a look of disbelief on her face, “Something was wrong last time you told me it was nothing. Let me know, so I can help you feel better.” I knew she wouldn’t be happy with that answer, but a tiny part of me had some hope.

That hope was gone now, a frown still etched on my face. I knew she wouldn’t leave it alone. She was so caring it hurt sometimes. She will always be there to comfort someone, and I hope to be that for her if she ever needs that.

She would never just let me off the hook, she would get me to admit what was wrong eventually, so I confessed, “It feels like you’ve been testing me all day, and I’m so worried. What if I’ve failed?”

She hummed in acknowledgment, “So you have noticed. I was waiting for you to bring it up, but I never wanted you to be upset by it. I’m sorry.”

I smiled a little, “There’s no need to be sorry, it's not your fault, you didn’t intend to make me stressed, I’m just an overthinker.”

She nodded her head, yes, a large smile stretching across her face. I could feel the excitement rolling off of her as she spoke again, “Well, I have some good news…” she paused for dramatic effect, “You passed!” she cheered afterwards.

I sat up, throwing my arms around her, “Yeah, that is good news.” I felt the same excitement that radiated off her settle into my bones, wide smiles on both of our faces now.

“Even better news, you are now one of The People. One of my people. One of our people. Officially one of us. I’m so proud of you.” she held my face, placing a kiss on the tip of my nose.

I beamed “Thank you Leyra. For everything.” I will never stop thanking her for this. I promised myself to keep showing her my gratitude in little ways, hugs, sweet nicknames, gifts, and many more ways.

“You know, you can pick a mate now.” She smirked, poking me in the side.

I laughed loudly, “I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that yet.” Unless it was with her…

Unless it was with her. Now that I am one of the people I can choose her. To be mine forever, to be one with. To share my life with, the happiest moments, and the saddest. The times the rain becomes overpowering, and the days it gently drizzles. She will be mine, and I will be hers.

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Marui (Metkayina homes)

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freebooter4ever · 1 year

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Are the lines on your drawings stylistic choices or are they measurement/guiding lines? Either way, they are cool, but just wondered. I dont understand drawing at all, might as well be a magic spell to me. I was looking at the pencil (?) sketch of Malkin with the cheesecutter hat on.

i, uh, definitely did not google 'cheesecutter hat' until after i saved out these images. :/ sorry about that. if you'd like the other one broken down, i can do that too lol. my reading comprehension when im tired is kinda lazy i just saw 'cheese' and imediately thought 'omelette'. SO here's the 1) initial sketch, 2) 'clean' sketch, and 3) final lines for the omelette boy drawing instead:

also i have had a cumulative of about 9 ish hrs of sleep total for the past two days so keep that in mind for if this explanation makes no sense, its not my fault. :( anyway! the way i draw definitely has changed over the years but currently im really trying to focus on the line i "see" rather than the one that is actually "there". i've been applying this to my writing for years (story vs happening truth) and you know it never occurred to me that i could do it in my drawings too till like...a few years ago. in general these lines seem to form the planes of the subject. if you google 'stanford bunny' you can find an easy example of a 3D surface turned into triangles. I do this too - see things in relative triangle proportions, except i've been doing it long before i knew how computers worked. i cant begin to tell you how long d*sney and cartooning's obsession with round building blocks of anatomical structure fucked with my brain until i finally decided i could cast that teaching aside completely.

ANYWAY sorry off subject again. so we have these sketchy under lines, and usually as im trying to find the proportions and form of the subject these lines end up being where the light/shadow hits. here i saved out the 1) 'flat colors', 2) the 'light', and 3) the 'shadow' parts on their own (i lightened the background for the 'shadow' so its easier to see):

the light is like four or five 'overlay' layers of pale yellow/orange. you can see how each of these layers follow one of those sketchy lines i did initially. and the same with the shadow but instead its a dark red color set to 'multiply' for each layer. and when you combine everything together you get:

some bullshit :). anyway you know that anniversary edition of beauty and the beast that featured the version previewed to nyc audiences in 1990 with the glen ke*ne sketchy keyframe animation of the beast's transformation? i watched that - must have been sometime after i graduated college - and i felt robbed that THAT version was never presented as a final piece. the 'unclean' drawings had so much more life and movement and intensity to them. tldr i like the messy lines, i hate 'inking' with a passion (HATE. IT.), and when i finally allowed myself to stop giving a fuck drawing became way more interesting. but my art is shit and i will never be glen k*ane so i dont really feel like the best advocate for this "style". alas. there was this one artist on tumblr who i fucking loved whose sketches were SPECTACULAR but the asshole racists in the m*c*ha*nz*o fandom bullied her off tumblr and ive never been able to find her art anywhere else since. she was also very negative about her 'unclean' sketches and it made me so sad. there was also this other artist whose sketches were awe inspiring but all she drew was p*rn and well...we all know what happened on tumblr in december 2018.

also i 100% stole the lighting scheme from The Bear which is currently one of the most gorgeous shows on television right now in my opinion

im really really sorry if this makes no sense, if im feeling motivated maybe i'll try again when my brain is fully functioning but with the actual 'cheesecutter hat' doodle ^_^

#thank you #wip #where in the world did that hat get the name cheesecutter from????#i guess it does look vaguely cheese wedge like #theres such a fine line between different hat forms #like those 1920s styles especially i mean #for some reason i always thought that style was called the *directors* hat #and then the more round and floppy version walt wore in the 1920s was called either newsboy or cabby hat #i searched for a version of walt's hat for YEARS #and didnt end up finding one until i moved to los angeles and stepped into go*rin bros hat shop in old pas #which is actually the same company geno uses for his trucker hat i think #that hat shop sadly closed :( i dont know why #they just sell online now i guess

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chaimerax · 2 years

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hellooo!! effie here (they/them) excited to join everyone here in magicka!! it’s been awhile since i’ve done tumblr rp but i’m glad to be back. today i bring to you today my little nuisance chai! if you’re mobile you can view his profile and plots on the page and i was too lazy to set up a background just yet but i promise i have it all in my head and will go a little bit over it below!

so chai comes as the only witch of his immediate family, aka his parents and 3 younger siblings are all humans, so he didn’t learn about his magical abilities until about 14 years old

so he’s only been aware/participating in the magic world for the past 12 years which is still a long time to get the hang of things! he’s an elixirs witch which kinda falls in line with his enjoyment of cooking and gardening i think

he came to jeju island three years ago to get away from his family because (surprise) being the only witch is kinda isolating at times, his family doesn’t really get magic, and he wanted to be somewhere he felt more connected to

because of some bad interactions after learning of his witchiness (is that a word idk?) he’s not too fond of humans outside of his family. they’re like... irritating, and he’s not afraid to say that to their faces

i think because he’s a little brash, he struggles with incantations. that’s assuming you have to be really poetic about them, which he would not be.

his favorite planet to call upon would be venus. he loves making love potions. cupid chai anyone?

speaking of love, he totes got into a bond within a year of coming to jeju and oops that didn’t work out for either of them apparently (plot? 👀 plot? 👀) so now he’s been focusing on himself and is lowkey anti-bonding rn

he now works at poshun’s, selling his own elixirs, and tutors some at tamna academy for elixirs

his favorite location on jeju island is probably the waterfalls, he collects some of the fresh water as ingredients for his elixirs

i would love to see his elixirs going horribly wrong though

plot? 👀 like for plot? 👀

you can hit me up either through tumblr dms or straight to discord at effie.png #5980.

#HOMER / ooc.#mgc: intro

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nikkiandhelen · 6 years

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tinker [bell] appreciation post

#what a good cat!!!!#can't even say how long i've been meaning to make this set #bad girls uk #julie johnston #julie saunders #pam jolly #kika mirylees #victoria alcock #guess who's too lazy to look up the actress for pam rn!#series three #3x06 #bad girls #my gifs

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thepsychewrites · 2 years

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Ignite Pt. Four | N. Romanoff

Use your words like a big girl…

Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

Summary: You face the aftermath of the Attack on Midtown Manhattan, getting some support from Tony and Bruce while beginning to take control of your new life and all it has in store. You haven’t been cleared to start your training as an official Avenger yet, but what happens when you persuade Natasha into a round of sparring?

> Word Count: 4.6K

> Warnings: Mentions of blood, nausea, stitches, nudity (not graphic), some deprecating thoughts, possible traumatic past event, sexual tension. Some angst and fluff and everything in-between.

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHH. That’s how I felt writing the last scene of this chapter. AHHHHHHHH. GUYS- this series is going to put y’all through the wringer, just you wait. I know I’m feeding you guys rn with that last part but y’all better hold on tight to your britches bc it can change so suddenly >:) Also, this part is very long with so much happening but I really needed to get things set up so I hope you guys don’t mind. Please enjoy and lmk what you guys think!! Love you silly geese. <3

EDIT: Now in Second Person POV.

Pt. One | Pt. Two | Pt. Three

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The sting of antiseptic was what pulled you from the dark nothingness.

A whimper fell from your mouth as you attempted to sit up, not fully aware of your surroundings yet.

Sitting up was a stupid idea.

You groaned at the tight throbbing that pounded at your side, feeling your body get lowered back down without much of your own doing. Your head was pounding and you were suddenly nauseous.

Bruce was beside you, his hand wrapped over a soaking white towel, splotches of red staining the edges. Remnants of blood.

Your blood.

“There she is.” It was Natasha who was standing right behind you where you laid, both of her hands holding your shoulders against the padded bed. It looked like her face had been cleaned of the dirt and blood from the fight, but she was still in her tactile suit.

"Hey kid, welcome back.” Bruce called, turning to the table behind him as he fiddled with medical instruments.

You assumed you were brought inside Stark Tower to the infirmary floor, the bright, clinical lights burning your eyes and the smell of rubbing alcohol flooding your nostrils as you began to fully wake up. Someone had taken your mask off, as you could feel the chilled air rubbing over your cheeks, but, like Natasha, you were still in your suit. Losing track of what Bruce was doing, you turned your attention to the redhead that was peering down at you. Her nimble fingers raked through your hair in an obvious attempt to soothe you.

Would it be bad to say it worked?

“Am I dead?” You whined, catching your breath as Bruce pulled at something buried in your skin.

Stitches.

Natasha’s nails traced tenderly down your temples. “Why, is this what you think heaven looks like?” She teased, a faint grin pulling at her lips.

You could’ve said yes- with the way the fluorescent lighting hung above her it almost looked like she was glowing, a ring of white shining around her face and body, making her look near angelic. Minus the halo and wings of course, but those aren’t necessary when she looks like-

What?

No. No. No.

Stop it.

I can’t think of her like that.

You breathed out a poor attempt at a laugh. “I don’t think they’d let a misfit like me into that prestigious place.”

Her gaze softened, and you couldn’t quite decipher the look she gave, but it wiped the lazy smile right from your face. You didn’t want to look away, but your attention faltered at the sound of Tony walking through the door, his voice traveling with speed through the room.

“Did nobody care to inform me that Sparky was awake? What’s the diagnosis, doc?”

You tracked his movements as he came closer, his eyes falling on Bruce while he laid a hand gingerly on your knee. He, too, was cleaned up and seemed rather chipper.

“Nothing too dicey. A couple of stitches, definite bruising- but that seems to be the extent of it. The shrapnel was inches from hitting a major artery line, so, you really dodged a bullet. I’d say you’ll be mostly recovered in just a few weeks. Until then, not too much physical strain.” Bruce explained, wiping his freshly washed hands on a clean rag. You looked down, noticing he had already finished the stitches and had secured a sterile gauze over them.

Tony began nodding his head, holding out a hand to help you sit up. You grabbed onto it, using it as leverage as you swung your feet from the table, letting them hang off the edge for a moment while you caught your breath. Natasha stood from her seat, grabbing a mysterious green drink from behind her and pulling it to her lips while she started for the door.

“Hey, that was for her.” Tony said rather defensively.

Natasha shrugged her shoulders. “She was out and I got thirsty. Plus, it tastes like shit, so I’m doing her a favor.” She sent a wink in your direction, slowing down as she got to the door. “You guys coming or what?”

You kept your gaze to the floor, wondering if you should just let this nagging thought you had go. You sighed, knowing that now was the best time to spill. “I actually wanted to talk to you two for a minute, if that’s okay?” You mumbled, directing my eyes to Tony and Bruce, that nauseous feeling returning.

Natasha tilted her head, sipping down more of the green drink before moving for the elevators in the hall.

Once you knew Natasha was out of ear shot, you turned your left palm over. It was trembling hard, the sight reminding you of a newborn puppy. You wiggled your fingers, clenching it slightly, focused so hard you were sure you’d pop a blood vessel- yet nothing. Not even a measly spark or a thin plume of smoke. You found the two men staring at you, their faces riddled with concern.

You were choking up before you could get any words out. “I… I um… I can’t do it, anymore. It feels like when you go to use a lighter… but your fingers too slippery and you can’t get a good grip. So- so you’re pushing down the gear… but nothing happens… and-”

“And,” Tony started, taking your nervous hand into both of his calm ones and squeezing it tightly, “it’ll come back. I know it will. It was scary out there, kid, but you held your own and you did a damn good job at doing so. It might just be exhaustion. Has it ever gone away before?”

Once.

And I swore to myself I’d never bring it up again, let alone think about it.

Your mouth was dry as you spoke, the images playing in your mind like they had on many sleepless nights before. “Eight years ago. I… I lost it for a few days, but the circumstances were drastically different.”

“How so?”

No.

Don’t tell him.

You’re not allowed.

The side of your cheek was nearly bleeding from how hard you were biting on it. You knew the man had good intentions, you did. But you were’t ready to spill all of your guts quite yet.

“They just were.”

It was the best answer you could give.

The only answer, for that matter.

You felt a cool stream of air flow from Tony’s nose, one of his palms laying flat against your back while helping you down from the infirmary bed. A hard buzz washed through your ankles as you landed on the floor, holding you stationary for a moment until it passed. Tony whispered something to Bruce, which you didn’t catch, before walking with you to the elevators.

The both of you waited as he scanned his right hand on a device attached to the wall, the elevator doors dinging open moments later. “What’s your favorite color?” He suddenly asked moving in, the volume of his voice catching you off guard.

Your eyes were glued to the rapidly changing numbers on the elevator wall. “I don’t know. A dark forest green, maybe?” The door chimed open on the sixtieth story and Tony was first to step out. You followed him through a furnished common area, past a kitchen, and down a wide, open hallway that only contained two doors on either side before it split off and continued in another direction. You could hardly keep up, but he stopped abruptly outside the first door, turning and looking at you apologetically.

“That sucks, because I got you purple.”

You weren’t given much time to be confused before he opened the door, revealing a bedroom inside. It was of decent size. The floor was a creme marble with a large rug covering the center. The walls were painted a deep grey, a few paintings nailed throughout. A queen bed sat in the center of the right wall, adorned with a lavender comforter, a white throw blanket, and matching pillows. A single night stand was tucked beside it. There was a desk near the door and a hefty dresser under a mounted flatscreen tv opposite of the bed, next to it was another door. It was extravagant, to say the least.

Tony stood tall next to you, wearing his heart on his sleeve as the smile on his face couldn’t be contained. You, on the other hand, had no idea what to say.

“So, whatcha think?” He asked, obvious to your awe.

“Is... is this... for me?” You asked turning to face him. His smile faltered as the expression you wore might have looked indifferent.

He was quick to nod. “After today’s events and from the conversations I’ve had with Fury... I want this to be a somewhat regular thing. The seven of us- doing what we did today more often and doing it together. Doing it as a team. And what do teams do? They lookout for each other. I have the resources, so I’m offering a room to anyone who wants a place to stay, whether for forever or just temporarily. I also happen to know you’re in need of a place to stay, so... why not here?”

Your heart was swollen from the generosity. You weren’t completely sold on the idea of the seven of you as a team of crime-fighting super freaks, but with time and persuasion, you were sure you could come around. Plus- he was right. You had nowhere else to go. You rubbed over the edge of the fluffy rug with your boot- your version of testing the waters.

“Okay.”

He raised a brow at your lack of words. “Okay? Is that an affirmative ‘okay’, or…?”

“Yes, I’m saying okay. Okay to whatever plan you have for this… team, and an okay to me staying.”

His smile returned, full to its former glory. “Fantastic. Your belongings are being sent over by S.H.I.E.L.D, you know the ones you left on the plane on the helicarrier- so they should be here tomorrow. In the mean time there are extra clothes in the dresser and the on-suite bathroom is always stocked. Banner, Rogers, and Romanoff are planning on staying as well, so I’ll call you all up later so we can have a quick chat about the building and set some ground rules, sound good?” He exclaimed before holding a finger up.

“Oh, and there’s one more thing. Jarvis?” He called loud and clear, his eyes up toward the ceiling.

“Yes, sir?” An accented voice, one that was near human, yet somehow noticeably robotic, called back.

Tony chuckled, his eyes falling back to you as you stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. “That is Jarvis. My intelligent friend… and now yours. You can ask him anything and he will answer you. And when I say anything, I mean anything and everything. Isn’t that right, Jarvis?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark. It is in my programming. Nice to meet you, Y/n. I hope you find your accommodations suitable.” The humanly fluctuation in it’s voice startled you, but it certainly isn’t the weirdest thing you’ve come across today.

“Thank you, Jarvis.” You responded.

“Of course.”

Once that introduction was over with, Tony said his goodbyes.

“Get comfortable. Make yourself at home.” He said as he left the room. He popped his head back in for only a second. “Not too at home, though. Have some manners.” And with that being said he finally disappeared, the faint ding of the elevator letting you know he was long gone.

You closed the door and tossed off your boots, shedding the rest of your suit and undergarments on your way to the bathroom.

The bathroom was just as luxurious as the bedroom was, a wide sink with gorgeous dark granite countertops, a walk-in shower and a freestanding oval tub, one that could fit three people inside if necessary. You stood there admiring it in your now naked form, slowly drawing your attention to the mess in the mirror.

You looked awful. Bruises scattered along your collarbones, chest, and arms. Dirt clung to your hair and neck. Specks of dried blood were smeared all over. Your shoulders were stiff and it hurt to breathe. You reeked of sweat and ash, the two scents making you cringe in disgust. You huffed, dragging tired fingers over your eyes to wipe some of the grime away. It was a chore dragging yourself over to the shower, but you did it anyway- turning the knob down as far as it would go. You knew it was good to get in when the entire room was thick with steam.

Using extra caution to not irritate your stitches, you showered, using the expensive products already in here to scrub away any trace of the fight. The water was blistering and you’d be lying if you said it felt good, but it was the closest thing to normal you could offer yourself in this moment. So you let it be. You let the boiling steam fill your lungs, and you let yourself drown in it.

Just to feel normal.

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Three weeks feels like three years when you have nothing but time on your hands.

You were getting restless, running around your room most hours of the day even though you were still supposed to be taking it easy.

The wound was nearly healed and it didn’t hurt much anymore, only if you poked at it hard or stretched your torso all weird. Yet every time you had asked to start on some part of your training, you were turned down.

Four days ago you told Tony about your past. At least- the bigger, more important parts that were crucial for him to understand if you were to be on this team. He was going on and on about ‘not keeping secrets from each other’ over dinner the night prior, and it had weighed on your mind the entire night. So, you spilled.

It was a quiet two hours on his end, letting you have the floor to get it all out. You told him about the kidnapping, about your time at T.R.I.D.E.C, about the directors, your training, and the way they treated you there.

When it came to your training, you explained how it was the best thing about the whole damn place. Despite being rigorous and intense, it was an outlet for your anger. Plus- any reason to leave your fortified room was a good reason.

You even spilled about S.H.I.E.L.D and Fury’s incessant need to get you on their team the second you got out. He was oddly understanding.

But comfort wasn’t his strong suit.

And you were okay with that.

After the long life story, he sent you back up to your room with a pint of mint chocolate ice cream ‘on the house’, even though you don’t pay for shit anyway, and a promise to start your training soon.

That promise obviously didn’t mean much since you were still being coddled and told that you were not healed enough for that kind of physical activity.

Regardless, you were still doing workouts in the comfort of your bedroom, jogging in circles for miles on end and doing push-ups until your arms would give.

You even had a good routine going on, and this morning was no different.

It was five thirty a.m when your alarm went off, your arm reaching out to silence it before it could bother someone else. Time spent in the bathroom was always the same this early:

Pee.

Wash hands.

Wash face.

Brush teeth.

Comb hair.

Fix said combed hair.

Chapstick.

Wash hands again.

Lights out.

It was quick, simple, and thorough enough for you. After that you trudged your way into the kitchen, already knowing exactly who you would see in there this goddamn early in the morning.

“Morning Steve.” You yawned, tugging out a stool at the center island to plop on. You rested your head on your hand, watching the tall man as he went about his own schedule. At five forty five in the morning, every morning, he was in the kitchen, making his breakfast smoothie and omelette.

“Mornin’ sleepyhead, you hungry?” He asked, his arm flexing under his black t-shirt as he poked at his eggs on the skillet. He turned to you and raised a brow, awaiting an answer he already knew.

“Mhm.” You simply hummed.

A grin pulled at his lips as he turned back. “It’s a good thing I made two, then.” After another minute he turned the burner off, taking the spatula and plating the omelettes. He brought a plate to the space in front of you, handing over a fork before grabbing the salt and pepper. After sitting himself beside you, the both of you ate away at the food, a bout of small talk arising.

“Got any big plans today?” He asked, wiping at his mouth with a napkin.

You stabbed at the eggs and took another bite before answering. “Hm, not really. Although, I was going to ask you if perhaps, maybe, I could join you on your run this morning?” You swallowed hard, looking over to the super soldier with a pout on your face in hopes he’ll fall for it.

He didn’t.

Of course he didn’t.

A disappointed sigh fell from him, his eyes rolling at your desperate ones. “You know I’m not allowed, Y/n. As soon as you’re one hundred percent cleared, we’ll go together. Until then, I’m only following orders.”

You groaned. “You’re no fun. And aren’t you supposed to be like- our captain?” You poked, putting emphasis on the title. “Doesn’t that mean that you make the orders around here?”

He chuckled lowly, shoveling down more of his food. “Not medical orders. I am many things, but a doctor is not one of them. Until you’re cleared, no can do.”

You think the way you were looking at him ratted you out.

Unless the super soldier serum had some sort of mind reading capability pumped into him as a fun bonus.

“You’ve already been running, haven’t you?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing at your smirk.

“More like jogging, but yes. Have been for the past week and a half.” You lowered your voice to a whisper at the last part as if it were some secret piece of information.

He shook his head, taking one last bite before his plate was cleared and he finally stood. “I’d advise you to stop doing that, then. I might not have medical authority over you, but I sure as hell can bar you from training for as long as I want.”

You gasped, your hand going over your heart in faux surprise. “Watch your language, Captain.” You teased, sliding down from the stool and dropping your plate in the sink.

His head fell in annoyance. “I mean it, Y/n.”

“I know you do, Steve. That’s why I’m going to go find someone else to bug.”

You said your goodbyes and left the kitchen, padding your feet along the tile floors until you got back to your room. Nobody else gets up as early as you and Steve, so you had some time to kill until you sought out your next victim. Throwing on a pair of black workout shorts and a roomy sweatshirt you went ahead and did your morning stretches and meditation.

Once your limbs were nicely warmed up, you grabbed your headphones, slipping them on and playing some dark noise on half volume. You sat in the center of the rug criss-cross-applesauce style and rolled your shoulders back, closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing.

In.

Out.

Bruce was the one to suggest meditation. He said it’s the one thing that helps keep him grounded and calm after a long day. The both of you struggle similarly with our nerves and negative emotions, so you took him up on it. He went over the best way of going about it, but ultimately told you that you would find your own way of meditating, and that no single way is the right way.

In.

Out.

You felt an odd weight lift from you, a static numbness washing through your arms and legs. Your heart rate slowed dramatically and the dark noise from the headphones was fading out. You sat there, silent and content.

In.

Out.

You’ve been told many times in the past that your hearing is impeccable, some would even suggest it was non-human. But that wasn’t the case right now.

You felt her long before you heard her.

The woman had this essence about her you can’t quite put to words. You don’t believe words would put to justice the life that is... her. You felt her presence the moment she opened the door, her eyes landing on you- simply watching you where you sat.

In.

Out.

With your headphones on and your eyes still shut, you spoke. “Do you need something, Natasha?”

You startled her. Even through the thick headphones you heard her tiny inhale.

“Just wanted to see if you ate already.”

Liar.

She knew you had been getting up early and eating with Steve most mornings. You weren’t going to push it, though.

Not today.

With a gentle nudge you pulled off the headphones, switching them off and folding them up. You looked at her leaning against the door frame, remnants of sleep evident on her face. “Steve made breakfast. There might be leftovers if you want any.”

Natasha had decided to take Tony up on his offer and stay in the tower. Her room was on the other side of the common area, although she normally wasn’t in there besides to sleep.

The two of you had slipped into a friendship rather easily. Fighting alongside one another in a life-or-death battle against aliens really helped close that gap, and for that you were thankful. You didn’t feel the need to hide behind a facade around her.

Not entirely, anyway.

It seemed like she had something else she wanted to say, but instead muttered a quick, “Okay” before moving to close the door.

“Hey,” You called, getting her attention as the door crept back open.

“Yes?”

“I was uh... I was wondering if maybe I could ask for a favor?”

“And what would that be?”

You stood, fiddling with the ends of your sweatshirt sleeves. “Would you be interested in sparring at all today? Steve said he was busy... so.”

“Busy?”

“Mhm”

Her head tilted to the side in question. “Aren’t you on rest right now?”

“Not necessarily...”

She paused, narrowing her sage green eyes at you. “I’ll be down in the training room in fifteen- but you didn’t hear it from me.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

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You decided to be a little fashionably late, finding yourself in the gym twenty minutes after Natasha had left your room.

She was getting warmed up, taking a few last swings at a punching bag nearly double her size as you walked down to the sparring platform. You were still in the workout shorts, but had switched your sweatshirt for a t-shirt so you wouldn’t leave with sweat stains all over.

“What a coincidence, didn’t think I’d see you here today.” She winked, wiping at her brow-bone.

“Oh yeah- a total coincidence.” You teased, stretching out your arms a bit more as the two of you met in the middle.

“So, you want to start with sparring you said?”

You hummed. “I think I can handle that for today.”

Her eyes trailed over your exposed legs. “How much training have you had in the past?”

“Enough.”

Her gaze flicked up to meet yours, a warm smile gracing her face. “Well, I have a few rules to go over. They’re the golden rules of physical fighting and defense.” She took her stance, her hands balling into fists in front of her chest.

“Go on.” You encouraged, mimicking her form as she sent the first swing your way. You dodged it effortlessly, ducking again as a second fist followed. It went on like this while she listed her rules, one of you swinging while the other moved expertly from it, redirecting arms and legs every which way. It was a dance, one in which you were taking the lead.

Rule Number One: Always protect the face and neck first.

Rule Number Two: Stay sharp, don’t lose your focus.

Rule Number Three: Stay in control of the situation.

Rule Number Four: Don’t fall for the obvious.

You bent into a squat as she sent a deadly kick over you, smirking as you stood back up. “How old are you again, Natasha?” You meant for the question to be innocent at first, but she wasn’t playing as dirty as you wanted her to.

“Twenty seven.” She answered in a huff.

You chuckled, blocking her arm from your chest yet again while getting a direct hit at her side. “So- you’re about six years older. That’s six more years of life and training under your belt, yet I’m beating your ass like I’m getting payed to do so. Why is that, Natasha? Scared to rough me up a bit?”

She shook her head slowly. “You know, you’re getting real bold despite not having your powers back. If I were you, I’d be really careful of the next words to come from that mouth of yours...” She warned, blocking two hits as your arms nearly tangled together.

Ouch.

It was odd seeing the similarities in your fighting styles, the both of you nearing the same level of strength. You weren’t sure why you gained such a taunting attitude when you sparred with others, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

You would even go as far to say she... well, it almost seemed as if she enjoyed it.

“Aww, is someone getting upset? We can stop if you’re getting worked up, I know how intimidating it can be to spar with someone who clearly has the upper ha-”

The wind was knocked out of you faster than you could blink, a pissed off Natasha now hairs away from your face as she pinned you down against the floor. Shit- her nose was practically touching yours. Her breath was warm as it danced across your face, leaving the scent of plain black coffee in its wake, the one she undoubtedly had before coming down here. It was inviting. Even as her eyes darkened into something along the lines of scary it lured you in. Not to mention the way her knee was between your legs, her hands gripping tight at your forearms to keep them on the mat. You felt her nails in your skin and was sure they’d leave a dent or mark to look at later.

Deep down, you hoped they would leave something to look at later.

“What was that?” She raised her brows, a coaxing tone to her low voice.

It was as if your brain turned to mush from her stare, no coherent words making their way from your mouth. “I... I um...”

With a tilt of her head and the formation of a mocking grin, she whispered, “Cat got your tongue? Come on, use your words like a big girl.”

Fuck.

You knew Natasha was just being herself. She liked being flirty with everyone.

But fuck.

“N- Natasha...”

She hummed, still millimeters from your face.

“My stitches-” You huffed, peering down to where her other leg was pressing deep into your healing side.

She moved off of you so quick, had it been any other day you would’ve sworn a rogue flame came to life and burnt her. “Holy shit, I’m so sorry- are you-”

In a dangerous and incredibly fluid motion you stuck your leg out and swung it under her, making her loose her balance. Natasha landed beside you on the mat with a soft thud and you knew she had been completely caught off guard.

With both of you now on the floor you rolled your head to flash her a shit-eating grin. “Rule number four, don’t fall for the obvious. If you think they’re tricking you, they probably are. Maybe you should read up on your own rules, Nat. I don’t think they’re sticking.”

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MLB S5 Episode Titles Analysis

RIGHT okay so this is insane all the s5 ep titles are out already- i’m still in shock from strike back too, same as the OP for this post, where I figured this out from. But now I have so many ideas and so many questions and so many theories all jumbled into the mess of my brain so I gotta get them all out RN. it’s late and all the ideas for this WILL be jumbled so just bare with me.

So CLEARLY there’s a pattern here, and the pattern I see is that most of the titles relate to a power that a certain miraculous holds (i’ll do them one by one later). Which makes it clear that each ep will be centered around an individual miraculous. I have two theories for this-

One: Gabriel unifies the various miraculous with the peacock miraculous for some specific added power that the akuma will get. This makes a lot of sense, cuz I mean- we all know he’s insane, but he’d have to be COMPLETELY bonkers to try to use every miraculous at once. I don’t know how marinette did it but if the story it true to it’s plotlines and lore, then gabriel will die if he attempts to wear them all at once. Thus he goes through the line of them, unifying each one with Nooroo until he gets the ultimate power combination that he desires. Which is plausible, but… how would Maribug and Adrichat ever get the miraculous back (assuming that they’ll be retrieving them at a consistent pace). Which, leads me into my second theory;

Two: Hawkmoth akumatized a person as per usual, and delivers a miraculous to them to help make them stronger and harder to defeat. This one definitely isn’t as strong as the first, but it would explain how Maribug and Adrichat get all the miraculous back. However, this would make for kinda lazy writing, cuz if they’re getting one miraculous back every ep, then it’s the same as defeating one villain per ep. It can get really boring super quick unless there are a lot of good subplots. Which s4 has made the perfect segway for, with the sentimonster theories, the Lila Rossi situation, Maribug and Adrichat’s make up, Luka knowing their identity, Adrien pulling away from his supermodel life, and so much more that I can’t think of right now. They have the cast and setup to make for interesting subplots- let’s hope they do it. Course, this theory is still lacking, because if Gabriel realizes that he’s losing a miraculous every time he entrusts one with an akumatized person, then he should stop after the first two or three. Though Gabe is insane, and one of the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result, so… maybe he would continue doing that? This would support Maribug and Adrichat getting the miraculous’ back at a consistent pace, but that would be pretty boring, so I hope this isn’t it.

What I’m hoping for is that the first theory happens, even though it’s still a bit boring with how similar each episode will be. “Hawkmoth chooses a different power to assist him and LB and CN will have to deal with it all by themselves.” I mean, it follows the train of the show, but I just hoped for a bit more. But I’m not here to criticize right now, I’m just here to analyze and theorize. Cuz that’s how the writer’s set the show up.

So what will each ep be about? I’m gonna make some educated guesses and using the help of the trusty MLB wiki, I’m gonna pinpoint what each episode will be about, and try to make some inferences of my own.

(Individual title analysis’ below the cut)

Ep 1, Evolution: This is gonna feature the Bunny Miraculous. I think I heard somewhere that the first ep will be what happens directly after the finale of s4? I think. So, going off of that… I’m not sure what’s gonna happen, but I think either Bunnix will make an appearance, (which, as much as I love Alix, would suck. BORING! tbh the whole concept of having Bunnix turns every single risk into 0, which is not good but anyway-), Maribug and Adrichat will attempt a desperate chance at changing what happened through time travel by some coincidental means, or Hawkmoth will immediately attack Paris using the Butterfly and Bunny miraculous. Can’t say for sure.

Ep 2, Multiplication: Obviously this is the work of the Mouse Miraculous, I don’t have too much to say about this one.

Ep 3, Destruction: Again, obviously, this is relating to the Cat Miraculous. This is an Adrichat centered episode. Maybe he finds out he’s a sentimonster and goes beserk? He could ger akumatized, no more “what ifs?”. Maybe it’s not about Adrichat- but instead, Plagg, and he finds all of the kwamis living in his house? Though I doubt it’s that because then there wouldn’t be much of a need for the rest of the season or any of the future seasons at all- because all Plagg would have to do is tell Adrien, have him call the police (after the shock and despair settle in ofc), and bam wam Hawkmoth would be gone ma’am. I don’t know, but it’s interesting to theorize about. Something I’m pretty sure could happen is that CN could start to unlock/discover/create some new powers for himself. Maribug has already done this, so I think it’ll be super cool to figure out what else Adrichat could do.

Ep 4, Jubilation: This would be centered around the Pig Miraculous, and this power in itself is a very interesting plot device. If you want some funny self-indulgent comics about the pig miraculous then you can look here and here.

Ep 5, Illusion: Obviously the work of the Fox Miraculous. Hopefully, we can have a quality Lila episode, because just in the s4 finale we could see she was scheming something- it’d be great to find out what it is.

Ep 6, Determination: This is the power of the ox Miraculous, which hasn’t been touched upon very much except for Ivan’s appearances. If I’m remembering correctly then the power you gain from this is immunity to all other powers. This will probably be difficult for Maribug and Adrichat to handle.

Ep 7, Passion: The work of the Goat Miraculous. Not expecting too much from this one ngl.

Ep 8, Reunion: So from what I know this isn’t one of the powers of ANY of the miraculous, so it has to relate to an actual reunion between characters. The first thing anyone would think of is that Maribug and Adrichat will get some of the miraculous back, though… some unknown way. I’m not sure how they could possibly get any of them back unless they knew who Hawkmoth was or Hawkmoth sent some of the miraculous out into the open- Who knows? Maybe it could be referring to Felix and Adrien, and in this ep, they finally meet again, and Adrien knows exactly what Felix did. Why Felix wouldn’t have been arrested and detained up to this point baffles me, but idk it just sounds very Miraculous, yaknow? Not touching upon super important subplots until ages later. Personally, I hope this is a Felix episode, I absolutely love his character and I think it’ll be really interesting to watch. Maybe in this episode is the official announcement that Adrien and Felix are sentimonsters? But… it makes the most sense that it will be about the kwamis.

Ep 9, Exaltation: This is the power of the Tiger Miraculous, which really is just low budget Cat Miraculous. Punch make thing break. How tragic.

Ep 10, Transmission, The Kwami’s Choice; Part 1: Okay so this is part of a two-part episode saga, and this is the power of the Butterfly Miraculous. Definitely the start of a turning point in the season, maybe the kwamis try to revolt? This is definitely going to be a very important episode, but I highly doubt that all the kwamis are going to escape. In future episodes we still see that there are eps directed towards certain kwamis, so yeah, they didn’t all escape. No way. But obviously something big goes down in the Agreste house. Maybe they all got fed up and just used their powers to… do something? Dunno. Alternatively, I think it makes sense for the group to come up with a plan for the majority of the kwamis to escape and others to sacrifice themselves to stay behind and hold down the fort or something. Which, with the line up of kwami/miraculous episodes after this, would makes sense. Wayzz, Longg, Xuppu, and Barkk all have episodes after this. Wayzz, literally the kwami of protection. Barkk has shown disinterest in group activities before and has stayed behind as a guard for Maribug. Longg has that old wise responsible vibe, so it also makes sense for him to stay behind. I don’t really know too much about Xuppu, but I’m sure it’ll make sense in some regard. But I think there was this whole thing with how kwamis couldn’t disobey their holders? So I don’t know how well that theory will hold up, but since when does MLB keep up with its subplots?

Ep 11, Deflagration, The Kwami’s Choice; Part 2: So this title doesn’t relate to a miraculous, but this, by definition means, “The act of heating a substance until it burns away rapidly.” I honestly don’t know how this is gonna play out, but I’m sensing a lot of emotional manipulation and maybe torture. Will fs be intense.

Ep 12, Perfection: This relates to the Dragon Miraculous, and even though I know it’s the power of that miraculous, I still feel like this could become a Adrien centered episode. Maybe the “perfect” villain really resonates with him negatively and he starts trying to break out from under his father’s command. This might be a stretch, and could very well be about Kagami and her growth, but I’d love more “Adrien getting away from his deadbeat dad” content. Maybe he just completely quits being a model. Maybe he gets kicked out. Who knows.

Ep 13, Migration: So… remember how I just mentioned that maybe Adrien gets kicked out for not being the perfect little son anymore? Yeah, this title doesn’t have anything to do with one of the Miraculous, so that’s a possibility. I doubt it’ll happen, but maybe Adrien will just need a break from his house and sneaks out to a friend. Maybe that friend is Marinette. And their relationship can continue to flourish, because in Risk, Adrien shared his struggles about his model life with Marinette, and only she seems to understand, and maybe since she’s the only one who understands him, he’s the first person he thinks of when needing help. MAYBE IT’S A MARICHAT EPISODE- Maybe… Or, since there’s no episode with the title, “Teleportation”, maybe this has something to do with the Horse Miraculous. Kinda lame. But I expect that more than the whole Adrien spiel I was going on about.

Episode 14, Derision; This is the power of the Monkey Miraculous. Was kinda forgettable, I forgot what the actual power is, but I’m not expecting very much from this one either.

Episode 15, Intuition; On the other hand, this episode better be quality content. This is the power of the Snake Miraculous, and ISTG IF THE WHOLE SUBPLOT ABOUT LUKA KNOWING THEIR SECRET IDENTITIES DOESN’T SHOW UP- I’m gonna be pissed like oh my gosh how dare they not do anything with this sooner. But anyway I’m expecting this ep to be a banger, to have a whole thing regarding Luka, and to be a very eye-opening experience for Maribug, no matter what happens.

Ep 16, Protection: Turtle Miraculous! I’m not really sure what’s gonna be going on here, but unless Nino gets a more important role in s5, I’m just expecting this to be a good ep. Not a banger but not boring either.

Ep 17, Adoration: Oh boy… the Dog Miraculous. This could either be an ep completely for Felix, or the most trauma-inducing fight Maribug has ever been in. I’m expecting BIG things from this one and there’s so many directions they could go with this one that I’m not even gonna bother naming all my theories. But, it should be a staple episode of the season.

Ep 18, Emotion: Here we have it folks!! The Peacock Miraculous!! I know I’ve been super intent on Felix episodes, but honestly who wouldn’t?? The Dog Miraculous from the last ep could lead into this ep, it makes a ton of sense. Felix has the Peacock Miraculous (assuming he’s not in juvy), and if the twin sentimonster isn’t revealed by this episode then I’m rioting. There’s no way it can’t be about Felix. shamelessly begs for Felix content. Maybe it’s this ep that Adrien uses the glass that he found on the floor of his father’s office that he dropped, and learns that his mother is underground in a coma? Gosh- this episode could be SO intense in SO many ways, I have really high hopes for it.

Ep 19, Pretension: This is the Rooster Miraculous, which grants the user the power to choose any superpower they want. Ridiculously overpowered, I don’t know how it’s gonna play out but shit’s definitely gonna hit the fan here.

Ep 20, Revelation: Not too much to say about this one. It’s a grandeur title for an entire season of plot that I don’t know, so I’m kinda dry on this one.

Ep 21, Confrontation: This could mean?? So many things?? It’s not a power but it’s describing what goes down in the episode- so what is it. Adrien confronting his dad about being a sentimonster? Adrien confronting his dad about being Hawkmoth? Ladybug confronting Nino about telling Adrien they were superheroes? LB and CN confronting Hawkmoth? Felix confronting Gabriel? Maribug confronting Lila about her possible antics through the season? Did a big fight happen between LB and CN? Or Adrien and Marinette? All of it at once?? Or- AAA it could be anything. I’m really excited for this one.

Ep 22, Collusion: So again, not a miraculous-related power. The definition for this is, “Secret or illegal cooperation or conspiracy, especially in order to cheat or deceive others.” Hmmmm. I think this is gonna have something to do with Hawkmoth and Lila officially teaming up. The part about the deceit really caught my attention, cuz Lila is clearly a pathological liar, and it’s been hinted and speculated for a long time that Garbiel has taken a liking to her and her schemes. I think the team-up is gonna happen here.

Ep 23, Revolution: Not too much to say about this one. It’s a grandeur title for an entire season of plot that I don’t know, so I’m kinda dry on this one.

Ep 24, Representation: I… I want to say a new miraculous holder is gonna appear, maybe from the Native American box? There’s the possibility that the guardian of the Native box has been in contact with Maribug and Adrichat and they’ve been working together, but the Native Miraculous in the shadows, like Rena Furtive did. So in this ep, they finally come to light and face Hawk Moth head on, as a lead into the next ep, which is a two-part ep. I know this is SUPER far fetched but the idea kinda just smacked me across the face and I have nothing else so here we are.

Ep 25, Conformation, The Last Day Part 1: The last day?? The last day?!? All I know is that if we learned anything from the S4 finale, it’s gonna be insane and we’re all gonna be left shocked. I don’t know what’s gonna happen

Ep 26, Re- Creation, The Last Day Part 2: This episode title intrigues me. It’s Maribug’s power, obviously. But… the “Re”? Hear me out. Maribug got stripped of her role as leader of a team, her role of guardian, the team she ‘masterfully’ crafted to be the ultimate superhero group. So in Re-Creation, I think it’s all coming back. Maribug and Adrichat somehow get most, if not all of the miraculous that they lost back. Maribug reassembles her team, except this time, it’s select. She doesn’t readily hand out the Miraculous anymore, she picks only the best and then if she needs any extra power, she’ll unify them and Tikki. This episode will be absolutely insane.

Ep 27, Action: Shit hits the fan.

So, from this, I think we can all have hope that the majority of these episodes are gonna be insane. But what irks me the most is that… The power of the Bee Miraculous is never mentioned. Subjection. So, what’s going on with Chloe? Are they just completely nerfing her now? That’s rude. Chloe has the potential to be SUCH a great character and honestly a good person too, if the writer’s would just let her be. But since we don’t hear anything about the Bee Miraculous, I’m kinda getting the feeling that Hawkmoth asked Chloe to assist him in Nathalie’s place. That’s why he supposedly never unifies Pollen with Nooroo, because Chloe is the holder. Honestly, I can’t see Chloe really being on Hawkmoth’s side, she’s still a loyal Ladybug fan at heart. I think that’s she’s gonna be an inside spy for Ladybug, trying to get all the information out of Hawkmoth she can to give to Ladybug. And since Gabriel is stupid asf, he won’t know a thing.

That would be SO cool to see play out, especially if Chloe finally gets the character redemption arc she deserves. I know Thomas Astruc hates her for some self-indulgent reason, so she might genuinely be on Hawkmoth’s side and not Ladybug’s. I dunno. But I think there’s definitely something to be said about the fact that the Bee Miraculous was never mentioned in the episode lineup.

What I’m hoping for is the most melodrama season we’ve seen so far. The set-up is there, the foreshadowing is there, and the stakes are real- so this HAS to be the most intense season so far, I don’t want it to just be getting back one miraculous per episode (even though Adrichat said “we’ll get them back, one by one” or sum), that’ll be boring, anti-climatic, predictable. These are all just my theories, though, hopefully the writing crew will be able to do something much fantastic with everything. Let’s hope season five is extravagant.

#i know this is a big mess but imagine if i was right about some of these things #it'd also be hilarious if i were wrong #srry for using different names for a lot of the characters btw i was just kinda using whatever worked better in the context #miraculous ladybug #mlb #mlbb #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupen chang #ladybug #tales of miraculous ladybug and chat noir #mlb s4 #mlb s5 #miraculous season 5 #miraculous season 4 #felix graham de vanily #sentimonster theory #counting on you astruc for a quality s5

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