#when its the end of the world but youre soulmate is here and ready to help fix it

[luxaofhesperides]

Soulmate AU: First Words + End of the World ; requested by @justwannabecat!

Duke has long since accepted that he doesn’t have great luck. Most things in his life tend to go wrong very quickly, or complicate situations he was already struggling in (see: being a meta and getting his powers in the middle of a fight). Having an incomprehensible soulmark is an unpleasant discovery on the morning of his nineteenth birthday, but not entirely unexpected.

He had been hoping for something simple, a common one like hi it’s nice to meet you or sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you.

What Duke gets instead isn’t even words. 

Scrawled across his left hipbone is a string of symbols glowing a faint green. They’re not in a language he recognizes, and the symbols seem to move, shifting ever so slightly so they look different every time he blinks.

“Well,” he says after a solid five minutes of staring into the mirror, unable to rip his eyes off his soulmate’s words, “I hope theirs looks nicer than mine.”

He spends his birthday in a bit of a daze, enjoying time spent with the Waynes and his friends. It’s hard to be fully present when he’s all too aware of the soreness on his hipbone flaring up each time he moves. It’s hard to keep his mind off of it, wanting nothing more than to search for answers, unravel the mystery of his soulmate’s first words.

“Something on your mind?” Jason asks, as the attention shifts off of him for a brief moment as Harper and Cullen get ready to leave and everyone rushes to give their goodbyes,

Duke shrugs, carefully keeping his hands still so they don’t drift to where his soulmark is hidden beneath his clothes. “Yeah. Nothing you need to worry about, though.”

Jason looks him over critically, then nods. 

Duke resigns himself to being investigated by the rest of the Bats. If he’s off enough that Jason had to comment on it, then that means everyone’s noticed and are trying to figure out what’s happened. They’re not going to ask him, because they think he needs space to work through whatever’s got him so distracted, but they’re also not going to just do nothing. 

This won’t be the first time they’ve done this. Duke expects it. Frankly, it would be stranger and much more concerning if they didn’t try to dig up all his secrets the moment they caught wind of him hiding something.

He’ll tell them about getting his soulmark soon. Soulmarks can appear on any birthday between the ages of thirteen to twenty five; they might suspect he got his, but they won’t be able to confirm.

For now, Duke can keep his soulmate’s first words (whatever that gibberish means) to himself.

He makes the decision then and there, as his birthday party winds down, to tell them in a week.

And because his luck is abysmal, a world ending threat hits five days later and suddenly there is no time for soulmarks and first words.

Duke is the last to arrive at the Fortress of Solitude, hitching a ride from Superboy to get there. The biting cold and the harsh winds keep the place far from the reaches of the rest of humanity, surrounded by nothing but deadly white. 

Desolate as the landscape is, it’s still in better shape than the rest of the world.

Things would be better if it was alien invaders. It would be more bearable if some sort of cosmic colossus tried to eat their solar system. At least then there would be something physical that they could fight.

Instead, the world is breaking apart, the sky and earth both fracturing to reveal glowing green faultlines. Timelines are getting mixed up and muddled; just yesterday, Duke had to evacuate a building that had been demolished forty years ago, then stop a gang leader who wouldn’t be born for another eight years from taking over a neighborhood block and holding the residents hostage. Strange creatures are appearing out of nowhere, crawling out of shadows and tide pools and from beneath the roots of trees, all horrible, monstrous things that go after people with teeth and claws. 

The Flashes and the rest of the speedsters are nowhere to be found. The last time anyone get communication from them, it had been Impulse sending Red Robin a glitchy, barely audible video chat saying something along the lines of “trying to fix—unstable—keep us here—never been alive before.” All things that are very concerning to hear, made worse by the fact that no one had been able to contact them at all. 

The quiet loneliness of the Fortress of Solitude is a welcome change from the constant screaming, death, and destruction that’s taken over Gotham as well as the rest of the world. Last he heard, even Justice League China was at the end of their rope. 

“In here,” Superboy instructs, guiding Duke through the halls. There’s no time to look around at Superman’s secret base. All his focus is stuck on staying conscious for another few hours to see if this gathering of heroes is able to find a solution to the world breaking apart.

Batman stands besides Superman. Both nod at Duke when he enters the room. Wonder Woman is watching over John Constantine as he writes something on the floor, muttering under his breath. The rest of the Justice League lean against each other, visibly exhausted as they wait for Constantine to finish up what he’s doing. A few other heroes are here too, and Duke goes to join them where they lean against a wall, fighting to keep their eyes open.

“Hey,” he greets, voice low. “Hanging in there?”

Wonder Girl sighs. “Somehow. I don’t know how much longer we can do this. There’s just too much…”

“We’ll get through this. I mean, even without us out there, plenty of civilians have formed rescue and relief groups to help with keeping things under control,” Speedy says, gently knocking her arm against Wonder Girl’s. “We just gotta keep going. No giving up.”

“What’s this plan, anyways? I just heard that they needed me here to some attempt to fix things.”

“Well, without the speedsters, you’re kind of the only one who can help with time and power related stuff,” Speedy says.

“That’s definitely a stretch. My powers don’t really have anything to do with time. It’s all just light and shadow.”

Speedy shrugs. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you? Too late to complain about it now.”

Duke doesn’t get a chance to say anything else when a loud clap catches his attention. The entire room goes still and silent as Constantine stands up and surveys the circle and symbols he’s written, taking up an entire corner of the large room. 

“Alright,” he says. “Time to get started. Remember, let me do the talking. If you have to speak, it’s only to back me up or when a question is directed to you.”

Batman nods to the other Justice Leaguers, and suddenly everyone is falling into formation behind Constantine. Duke hurries to join them with Wonder Girl and Speedy, taking a place on the edge of the group where he’s a little closer to the circle than the others. 

Constantine begins chanting. His voice is steady though none of the sounds make any sense, refusing to form themselves into recognizable words, and the air the in the room feels heavier. The chalk circle glows a blinding white and Duke can see magic swirling through the air, his power kicking in the let him watch as reality tears and a glowing star in the shape of a boy comes out of it.

Duke blinks, forcing his power down. The hypnotic swirls of magic fade from sight, but the boy still glows, bright and terrible as he floats above the circle and surveys them all. A crown engulfed in blue flame hovers above his head and the fabric of the cosmos is draped over his shoulders as a cape. 

Just from presence alone, Duke can tell that this figure is now the strongest existence in this universe. He hopes this boy king is kind; no one, not even Superman, would be able to beat him in a fight.

The boy king opens his mouth and speaks, but it’s not words than comes out. A strange static like sound emerges, but light and almost melodic. 

His left hipbone burns.

Duke gasps, hand flying down to it, and the boy king’s gaze snaps to meet his.

The world stands still. No one moves. No one dares to breathe.

And then the boy king drops to the floor and walks out of the circle.

“I thought you said that would hold him!” Batman hisses at Constantine, who is looking more and more distressed.

“It was supposed to! I wrote it specifically to hold the King of the Infinite Realms!”

The boy king glances at Constantine. This time, when he speaks, it’s in smooth English. “Did you name the king in your circle?”

“Yeah, I named Pariah Dark… Bloody hell, you ain’t him, are ya?”

“No,” the boy king smiles, “I’m Phantom.”

The cape and crown fade away, and suddenly it’s not an all powerful, terrifying king standing before them, but a young man with white hair and green eyes who looks Duke’s age. Like he could be any other new generation hero in the room. 

“Phantom,” Duke repeats lightly, just under his breath, but it makes Phantom look at him again.

He walks forward, ignoring the other heroes’ aborted attempts to stop him, coupled with Constantine’s frantic back off motion happening behind him. Phantom leaves the circle and the Justice Leaguers behind to stand before Duke, a soft smile on his face.

“Hi,” he says softly, “I dreamed of you.”

“You—what?”

“I dreamed of you. I have for years now. To think that being summoned was what made us meet—” Phantom breaks off into a breathless laugh.

Duke swallows, then drops his had from where it had been pressed against his hip. “So we’re really—? You have my first words too?”

In the corner of his eye, he sees Batman stiffen up. Maybe he should have just told them the day after his birthday, but in Duke’s defense, this is the definition of extenuation circumstances. 

“First words?” Phantom repeats, “Is that… Do we have different soulmate connections?”

“I think so. Here, everyone gets the first words their soulmates say to them appearing somewhere on their body.”

Phantom’s gaze darts down to Duke’s hip, then back up. “Oh. I get dreams. Where I’m from, we dream of our soulmates, and the closer we get to meeting them, the more we remember the dreams.”

“And you dreamed of me.”

“I did.”

“As touching as this is,” Constantine interrupts, and Duke gets to watch as Phantom rolls his eyes, “We summoned you here for a reason. Our world is falling apart at the seams and we need someone powerful, from the Realms, to help us fix it.”

“Okay.”

“...What do you mean ‘okay’?”

“I’ll help,” Phantom says.

“Just like that? No deal to be made, no price to be paid?”

“Just like that. I’m not one for deals anyways. If I can help, then I will. But I do want to see what the problem is with my soulmate by my side, if you don’t mind.”

Batman steps in, fixing Duke with a steady gaze, a barely noticeable tilt of his head. “Signal?”

“Yeah I’ll go with him. Of course I will. The sooner the better, in fact, because everything’s gone to shit.” Duke turns to Phantom, taking hold of one of his hands. “It is really bad out there,” he warns, “If you need help—”

“I’ll ask for help from others in the Realms,” Phantom says. “No offense or anything, but if it’s really that bad, I doubt living mortals will be able to do much to fix things. It’s why I was summoned, right?”

“Right. Let’s get to it, then.”

There’s a flash of mischief in Phantom’s eyes, and cheeky grin stealing across his face for a moment, before he says, “Aye aye, captain!” and picks Duke up like he weighs nothing and flies up through the ceiling.

Duke is able to hear everyone’s surprised, panicked shouts before they’re outside the Fortress of Solitude and Phantom is flying them away. He only needs a few directions from Duke before he finds the first of the large fractures in the sky.

“Yikes,” is all he says, which is not a great thing to hear. “I think I know how to fix it, though. We’ll need to do a little investigating as to who, exactly, started messing around with reality, but once we find the source, it’ll be an easy fix.”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”

“Even better than meeting your soulmate?”

“I haven’t slept for more than four hours all week. Knowing there’s an end in sight beats everything else.”

Phantom laughs, throwing his head back and Duke can’t help but drink in the sight of him, so ethereal and bright and full of life. “Fair enough! Got any ideas as to where we should start?”

“I’ve got an entire crew of detective vigilantes,” Duke replies. He’s not taking any more chances. No more waiting to talk about important things; he messed up by keeping his soulmark to himself, so he needs to make sure everyone meets his soulmate before shit goes south again. 

“Let’s go find them, then!”

They take off again, soaring through the skies that are barely holding themselves together. 

The world is still ending, and every hero is being stretched thin, but held carefully in Phantom’s arms, racing head first into a solution, Duke can’t help but feel that everything’s going to be alright now. 

He’s had enough bad luck. Now, his soulmate with him, bearing the title of King with grace, things are finally starting to look up.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #when its the end of the world but youre soulmate is here and ready to help fix it #meanwhile constantine had gone ON and ON about how dangerous summoning realms beings are #and all the precautions they have to take and how to be specific when making deals etc etc #it was supposed to be only the justice league but with the world ending they wanted their proteges and allies with them in case things #went wrong w the summoning. and with the rest of the bats helping out in gotham and around the east coast #signal gets to join batman. plus hes got his meta powers that could help in the worst case scenario #NO ONE predicated signal and the GHOST KING being SOULMATES #batman leaves for gotham immediately. updates the rest of the team w 'ghost king successfully summoned. he's signal's soulmate.' #and does not respond to ANYONE after dropping that bomb on them lol #they do all get to meet phantom when they join forces to find whatever doomsday cult caused all this #and the world gets saved!! #also. semi related to all this. the speedesters are gone bc time went wacky and they tried to fix things. but then the speedforce kinda #came to life and trapped them. so they have been lowkey eaten by the speedforce bc the speedforce is the true eldritch monstrosity here #anyways. thanks for the prompt!! #working on ur other two prompts now :)

[highvern]

Secret Games

Pairing: Chwe Vernon x f!reader

Genre: angst, smut, 18+

Warnings: cheating, alcohol consumption, weed consumption, penetrative sex, toxic relationship

Length: 1.7k

Note: i cried writing this. the most toxic piece ive ever written but sometimes fic is the best place to work out issues lmao. originally inspired by girlfriend - avril lavigne but i took it and made it a lot worse. thank you @gyuswhore for being the best beta in the world

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This blog is intended for 18+ only! Minors/blank blogs will be blocked!

Vernon is convinced the entire universe is playing a practical joke on him. It has to be. Vernon would never cheat on his girlfriend, wouldn’t even entertain the idea, and if someone told him a month ago he’d be where he is now, he’d take them to the hospital for a CT scan. 

But a month ago he hadn’t met you, and now Vernon feels like the biggest asshole on the face of the earth.

He loves Olivia. She’s his soulmate, his favorite person, the girl he told his mom was the one since they started dating when he was a junior in college. Four years together and never once did he question if she was the person he wanted to be with.

Until you.

The only person to blame was himself. Getting caught up in the attention of the newest addition to the friend group, failing to ignore longing looks or sideways glances, reacting to your not so subtle touches. It didn’t matter if his girlfriend was sitting in his lap or she was nowhere to be seen, you seemed to zero in on him the moment you entered the room.

From the first night in the smoky club, you had him in the palm of your hand. Dancing on another man while your eyes never left his. Watching him over the mystery man's shoulder, while Olivia pressed her front to his. Pretended the body under his palms belonged to you, the lips pressed to his neck were yours. 

Something passed between you two that night and since then every waking moment of Vernon’s existence revolved around how shitty of a boyfriend he became when put to the test.

But he’d been better lately. Avoiding nights out where you might be lurking, urging his girlfriend to have as many girls’ nights as she wants, hoping she might be slipping the same way he was. But Olivia didn’t look at anyone the way she looked at him. She’d never betray him, never think twice about another man even when they flirt with her out in the open like her boyfriend isn’t sitting right next to her. 

That knowledge only makes the truth harder to swallow. 

The beginning of the end starts in a small hall closet at Soonyoung’s apartment. Everyone came over to celebrate his recent promotion. Several rounds of drinks later, the subject of celebration insisted in a game of hide and seek. There weren't many options to hide almost twenty bodies but alcohol has a way of soothing practical concerns.

Mingyu’s voice boomed through the apartment, jumping into action immediately and sending bodies scurrying for cover. 

Vernon pulled the closet door tight, praying Jun’s attempt to hide behind a lamp and Jeonghan half sticking out from under the couch would buy him enough time to avoid capture.

He could still hear the older man counting when the door opened. A sliver of light cuts across his eyes, casting the body pressing into the space in shadow. For a split second he thinks its his girlfriend, already laughing with childish glee at being so close.

But then Vernon realizes the person pushing in is you.

“Ready or not!”

Vernon tries to move back as far as he can into the wall but the bite of the shelves into his spine prevent more than a few inches of space between you. The door barely manages to click shut in time for footsteps to trample by, Mingyu’s laughter bleeding through the wood. 

In the darkness, Vernon finds a sudden awareness of your body. The roar of blood in his ears does little to drown out the sound of your breathing. Painfully measured breaths that stop every time someone shuffles by on the other side of the door. The heat radiating off your back across the inch of space between your bodies, a ghost of the real thing.

A loud bang makes you both jump, and with the limited space you end up in flat against Vernon’s chest, his arms around your waist to steady you. He knows you can feel his heart pounding. Not from being caught in such a silly game but from the proximity of your ass to his crotch; bodies firmly suctioned against one another. 

He tries not to react when you wiggle against him in an attempt to create more space. Vernon is desperate for you to ignore the hard curve of his pants, rising with each movement, each inhale of your perfume. 

“Vernon?” you call. “I said you're stepping on my foot.”

“Shit, sorry.” 

“Wait, let me just,” you whisper back.

At that moment, all of his defenses crumble. Chest to chest, your breath brushing against his ear, Vernon knows it’s futile to fight what he’s feeling. Your hands skating down his chest confirm it, rocketing his heart into a tailspin. 

He wants you.

And the way you look up at him, with lazy blinks and a drunk smile, tells Vernon you want him too.

A flush makes its way up his neck and he’s thankful for the darkness you're both absorbed in. The thought of all the others beyond the space you two occupy isn’t a blip in his mind. Vernon doesn’t want you to see what an obvious effect you have on him; even if the evidence is digging into the softness of your stomach.

A pass of your lips against his jaw scorches the flesh. Barely a second of contact; simple, chaste. But the imprint will stain his consciousness forever. Each lave of your tongue against the column of his throat forces him deeper into the pits of hell.

The sting of our teeth precedes an airy whine, “Vernon.”

His head drops back at the sound of his name on your tongue again. He wants to taste, to suck the words out of your mouth while his hands force it from your lips over and over again. 

Just as he’s about to, the door knob jiggles.

“Y/N, Vernon! We know you’re in there! We caught everyone else.”

Splitting apart, the warm light from the hall floods the tight space. Stumbling out, Vernon shoulders past you, past his friends, to where Olivia is waiting with a knowing gaze. He can’t look at her. Can’t look at his friends all laughing drunkenly, declaring you the winner 

Despite the look of absolute disappointment Olivia appraises him with, she doesn’t object when his hand circles her wrist and Vernon tugs her through the front door.

—

Vernon tries to bury what he felt in that closet in his girlfriend’s body. Tries to remember how much he loves her, wants to be with her.

Neither of them seem to be fully present. He can feel it in her body, the way she stiffens under his hands like they freeze her muscles solid. The rasps of Olivia’s half hearted moans churn his stomach, tying knots over and over again until he thinks he might be sick. 

They’ve been knocked off their axis by something, someone. The practiced ease of their bodies is nowhere to be found. She’s a step ahead and he’s a step behind but rather than stop and talk about it like they usually do, they both press forward as if it’s normal.

Who they’re pretending for, Vernon has no idea. Each other? Themselves? All the people who’ve watched their relationship bloom over the years? It doesn’t matter. He can feel years of love turning to dust and he can’t bare to watch.

Thoughts of you break the dam in his mind. How you felt under his hands, your lips against his skin, how you’d taste on his tongue. What sounds you’d make if no one interrupted what was just over the edge in the closet. 

The mirage of you, head thrown back in bliss as you take his cock rockets him to the end. Eyes cinched shut, imagination running rampant. It’s you underneath him, skin sticking to his, nails raking down his spine. It’s the smell of your shampoo still lingering in his nose as he buries his face in Olivia’s neck and loses himself in the motions. 

Vernon doesn’t realize he cums with your name on his lips until Olivia’s sobs reach his ears.

–

You shudder against the freezing wind, puffs of smoke washing away as soon as they exit your nostrils. A bile of shame and regret burns the back of your throat; something not even the sting of liquor is able to drive away. But that won’t stop you from drinking straight from the bottle you nabbed from Mingyu’s hand before running outside.

Maybe it's the weed or the booze but you’ve never felt so empty. A bitter hollowness, rotting you to the core. Tear tracks stain your cheeks, prickling in the frigid winter air. The cacophony of street noise falls on deaf ears as you replay the events filling you with misery.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Flirting with Vernon had been Olivia’s idea. A friend helping a friend. She wanted to test his loyalty. Begged you to help her assuage her doubts about their relationship. Vernon’s lack of reassurance, her belief that he’d leave her for someone else. All you were supposed to do was smile and make bedroom eyes and see if he’d cave. When that didn’t work, she told you to step it up; looks turned into touches, and flirty comments turned into late night texts where she told you exactly what to say to have him wrapped around his finger. 

And when that didn’t work, she shoved you into the closet with her boyfriend to see what’d take place in the dark, away from prying eyes.

Olivia got what she thought she wanted in the end. A nod from you was all the confirmation she needed as her boyfriend whisked her out the door. 

No one else seemed to pick up the tension trickling out of the closet. They were all so eager to believe that Vernon and Olivia were in love; the type of couple who you aspire to be like, so wrapped up in one another that the thought of them separated made no logical sense. Why would Vernon even consider someone else? The thought he’d do anything to jeopardize such a clandestine pairing wasn’t even a thought in the horizon.

The buzz of your phone knocks you from your stupor. A humorless huff of air sighs through your nose as you silence the fourth call in the last ten minutes. Barely a second for the same name to pop up again.

Incoming call… Vernon Chwe

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Can I request "The red string theory" with 2012 Leo x Reader? It's basically when two people are connected and bound to meet when the time is right, regardless of the place or circumstance. (Could be platonic or romantic!)

I've been craving 2012 stuff for so longgg!

(I love and adore your work a bunch you have no idea💗!!! this is actually my first time requesting something. I've been so freaking nervous 😿)

-🦈💙

The Red Thread of Fate (Fluff)

2012!Leonardo x reader

A/N: Soulmate stuff! I love it! I’ve always loved reading other people’s soulmate fanfics, so I’m happy to finally make one of my own. And I hope that you find this fitting for your first request😊 Love ya bunches!💙

Warning: Most likely spelling💙

East Asian folklore explains that everybody is tied to their future partner, by a small invisible red string. Chinese mythology has the string tied around the destiny partners’ ankles, while in Japan it was often shown with the string tied around the woman’s little finger and the man’s thumb, even though nowadays it was usually shown only around the little finger on each person. And that was just the versions you were aware of.

You guessed that you had a string too. Sometimes you could feel it, and sometimes you couldn’t. Small, sometimes tightening a little around your pinky, pulling ever so slightly at you until you would move, but nothing would come of it. No one would be standing there and waiting for you when you walked into the other room, and well, suddenly you couldn’t feel the pull on your finger anymore, leaving you standing with a strange empty feeling inside.

Other times you swear you saw it. For a split second you could swear that you saw something small and red tied around your little finger, with a thread like string trailing off from it. However, with the blink of an eye, it was gone, or pinky once again looking as plain as ever.

As time progressed, you find yourself wondering more and more, your searching for answers becoming more and more prevalent. You had long longed to find that special someone, that you could share your life with. The one that could make you feel like the world's prettiest and luckiest person, and that you in turn would make feel the same. The one that you would be willing to work through ups and downs with, knowing there could be no highs without any lows. The one that you would find at the end of this invisible red string you found at the end of your pinky finger, every now and again teasing you with its elusive existens, and the knowledge that your future partner was out there somewhere, probably looking and thinking about you, the same way you were looking and thinking about for them.

But no matter how many times you found yourself dreaming and wondering about your soulmate, you had never thought that he would be close by. So close that he would be under your feet, literally.

One day you found yourself sitting in your bedroom, lost in thoughts, dreaming about that face you hadn’t seen yet. With all of your responsibilities laid out on your bed before you in paper form, you simply could not concentrate, your thoughts continuously wandering off to better places, only to find yourself back in your bedroom, with your work and homework laying out in front of you, just waiting for you to get them done.

You let out a frustrated sigh, letting your eyes scan over the paper in your hand. What was the point of sitting here and dreaming? Dreaming wasn’t going to bring your soulmate to you any faster. If this red string around your finger was as true as you wanted to believe it was, then you couldn’t force it. Your soulmate wouldn’t come around before time is ready for it, so spending too much time dwelling on it was not helping it. It was better to get going with your life and let it come to you along the way. So with yet another sigh, you took a hold of your pen, looking down over the paper one more time.

Then, as if the universe heard your thoughts as they ran through your head, your window smashed, sending someone hurling into your bedroom, landing directly on your floor, glass shards flying everywhere. You let out an ear piercing scream, standing up on your bed, looking down at the guy on your floor, groaning as he sat up, rubbing his head with green three fingered hand… Green three fingered hand!?

You stared in a mixture of awe, shock and a little fear at the green figure on your floor. Green, with a darker green colored shell on his back, his torso enclosed with a light brown plastron, his eyes wrapped with a blue bandana, with eye holes making his blue eyes visible, when he looked up at you. A turtle? A humanoid turtle?

Silence fell between the two of you, both of you staring at each other on high alert, unsure of what to do. After what felt like an eternity of looking into his light blue eyes, the turtles slowly lifted his hands, trying to signal to you that he had no intentions to harm you. But that was not what you noticed. Instead you noticed something thin and red, tied around his pinky finger. A red thread.

You took in a sharp breath when you saw the thread continue off his finger in a small line, your eyes slowly following it until you saw it coming to an end at your finger - tied around your pinky. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe, your gaze shaking as you looked back at the turtle man on your bedroom floor. No way.

The turtle seemed just as shocked as you, his eyes flickering between you and his hand, before slowly taking a hold of his tied hand, looking at it like he couldn’t believe what he saw. Whatever he and his brothers had been fighting out on the other roof was long forgotten, with the sight in front of him being the only thing he could think of. He had always dreamed of this moment, but never dared believing it could actually happen. Him, a mutant turtle living in the sewers, actually meeting his soulmate, a human.

Still standing on your bed, just shoulders slowly came down from the tens positions, your lungs letting go of the breath you had been holding. His round, yet strangely handsome face calmed something in you. Something before now, had never noticed, was so turbulent, slowly coming to a calming halt.

“I- I’m (Y/N)”, you said in a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, his mouth slowly coming agape. “W- who are you?”

“L- Leo”, he answered, with a stammer letting you know that he was just as nervous as you. “Leonardo”.

“Leonardo”, you repeated with a small nod, not noticing the shiver he felt when he said your name. “Cool name”.

“T- thank you”, he said, slowly coming to a stand on your bedroom floor, coming to his full height, making a butterfly burst to life somewhere deep within your stomach. “Uhm…”, he continued, unsure on how to proceed. “H- have you heard of, uhm… the red thread of fate?”, he asked, holding up his hand with the red threat.

“Yes”, you answered, holding up your own.

Silence fell over the two of you once more, this time with small nervous smiles, both of you wreaking and turning your minds, finding something to say, that didn’t involve just smiling at each other like two idiots that were slowly falling in love. That was when you were interrupted by the sound of Leo’s brothers, calling out for him to help them with what threw him into your room in the first place.

“Shit, I have to go”, Leo said, looking from the broken window to you. “Listen, I- I will be back, I promise! But me and my brothers have a little, uh, problem to take care of”.

“Brothers?”, you asked, your unsurety washing away by the moment as you stepped down from your bed. “There are more of you?”

“There is”, Leo smiled, seeming to calm down when you stepped closer to him, getting lost in the thought of your once again, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. Was he so lucky? So lucky that not only would he meet his soulmate, but get to kiss his soulmate the same day. By your close proximity and your awestruck face it seemed like it. He could just lean forward and do it. He could just kiss you right now, while you smiled at him, seeming to just be waiting for him to do it-.

“Dammit, Leo! We’re losing our shells out here!”

“Oh! Yeah! Shit! Sorry, Raph!”, Leo said, before quickly running for the window, stepping one foot on the window ledge before turning towards you one last time. “I will be back, I promise… And sorry about the window, I’ll get that fixed for you”.

“Thank you, Leo. I’ll be waiting for you”, you smiled, causing the turtle's heart to skip. He stared at you for a moment, feeling his heart jump around inside his chest, wondering if all of this was a dream.

“See you soon, (Y/N)”, Leo said, dwelling in the fuzzy feeling he felt when he spoke your name.

“LEO! AARRRRGH!! HE GOT DONNIE’S ANKLE! HE GOT DONNIE’S ANKLE!”

“I’m coming, Mikey!”, Leo yelled before hurrying up the fire escape. You quickly ran to the window, wishing to see him one last time, only to find him already on your roof, in the last second before he leaped over the alleyway below with ease, running to whatever situation his brothers were in. You stood back in awe, a chuckle of disbelief pushing past your lips. You had just met your soulmate - the man that had been waiting at the red of your red thread - and he was a turtle. A humanoid turtle with the ability to jump over alleyways. If you decided to tell anyone, they would never believe you. And even you wondered for a moment if you had made the whole thing up. That was until you realized you no longer felt a tug in your little finger, but instead a storm of butterflies in your stomach.

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[tonyspank]

STAY READY (WHAT A LIFE)

"Here in this dimension, you and I are meant to be..."

Summary:  In the year of 2075, in a futuristic world where soulmates are determined by their markings, you serve as a police officer in a high-tech city. However, there's more to your identity than meets the eye, and your superior, Hannah, has secrets to reveal.

Warnings: death, bit of angst, philosophy, rushed ending

A/N: had mixed emotions abt posting this, might delete bc idk how to feel, hope u guys enjoy

also wanted to post this bc i’ll be going in a little “writing vacay” basically not gonna be posting anything until i finish majority of my fics

In the year 2075, technology has advanced to unimaginable heights. Everything was futuristic, from self-driving cars and flying drones to holographic displays and virtual reality. There were some parts that still remained untouched by technology: the lower-class side of the city.

The side you passed to get home from work, was a stark contrast to the high-tech world that existed just a few blocks away. Brick buildings a few years away from crumbling away, littered streets, and dimly lit alleyways were the norm in the forgotten part of town.

The lower-class side of the city seemed frozen in time, trapped in an era that had long been left behind.

You felt similar, feeling as if you were frozen in time. Or even as if time had been in a loop, every day is the same, repeating the same routine over and over again. You had joined the police force when you turned 19.

You can't remember anything before that; it felt as if your childhood life was a blur. You had always wondered about your past, but there were no answers to be found.

There were barely any crimes due to the fact that cameras were everywhere, along with drones that could identify you in less than a second. The constant surveillance made it nearly impossible for anyone to get away with anything.

You still found a way to rank up, taking on additional responsibilities and becoming a respected member of the force. Your dedication and hard work did not go unnoticed, and you were eventually promoted to a leadership position within the police force.

"Y/LN." You raise your eyebrow, twisting your chair around toward the familiar voice. Standing in the doorway is your higher-up, Hannah, the Chief of Police. She has a stern expression on her face, waiting for you to address her.

You quickly stand up, walking over to her to see what the matter is. Hannah always had a stern expression on her face, even when she was in a good mood.

But this time, it felt different.

Hannah motions for you to follow her, leading you down the hallway towards the conference room. You follow behind Hannah with ease, dodging and weaving between the mix of androids and human officers bustling about the police station.

Entering the conference room, Hannah slaps the folder against the desk, causing a loud thud that echoes in the room. Her eyes bore into yours as she starts explaining the details of a confidential mission having to deal with the president and his late daughter.

"The sons of bitches actually made the serum..." Hannah mutters, taking a photo out of the folder and sliding it across the table towards you. The photo reveals a vial filled with a glowing blue liquid, labeled "Project Seraphim."

Project Seraphim, a top-secret government initiative, was aimed at resurrecting the president's daughter, who had tragically passed away. Ashely Redfield, the president's daughter and a young girl who never got to experience the fullness of life, was the inspiration behind Project Seraphim. The serum was meant to bring her back to life, offering a glimmer of hope to her grieving father.

"...years ago." Hannah finishes, clenching her jaw. "Dr. Murphy finished Project Seraphim and never informed anyone about its success. He kept it hidden, for what reason? I don't know. All I know is that you need to find him and get the serum. This came directly from the president, and you're the only one I trust to carry out this mission."

You eye the file on the desk, which contains all the information about Project Seraphim and Dr. Murphy's whereabouts. With a nod of your head, you agree, "Understood."

-

It was nighttime when you left the station, rain falling from the dark sky, the only thing lighting up the city being the neon signs and holograms flickering in the distance.

For the first time in years, you felt...overwhelmed. The weight of the mission and the responsibility entrusted to you by the president seemed to bear down on your shoulders. You continued to stroll through the rain-soaked streets, rolling up your sleeve slightly, revealing the mark on your forearm.

The mark was a symbol to show you had a soulmate out there. Your soulmate was supposed to have the same marking as your own, connecting the two of you in a deep and unbreakable bond.

It had always been a source of comfort and hope, knowing that somewhere in this vast city, your soulmate was waiting for you.

You run your hand over your marking, feeling the raised texture and tracing the intricate design. The feeling was soothing, even more so than the raindrops cascading down your skin, which seemed to echo the rhythm of your heartbeat, as if nature itself were in tune with the anticipation in your chest.

With a deep and long sigh, you cover up your marking, carrying on with your walk home.

Your routine has been broken. A figure stood at the edge of the bridge, which separated the two halves of your town. The figure's silhouette was illuminated by the dim streetlights, casting a shadow on the bridge's worn-out wooden planks.

You furrowed your eyebrows, breaking the cycle, and walking toward the figure, who seemed to not care about the rain that fell on them. Only a few feet away, you stood beside the now-revealed woman, who stared ahead, watching the small ripples forming in the river below.

She was gorgeous; more than gorgeous, she was enchanting, captivating even in the gloomy night. Her eyes held a hint of sadness, reflecting the weight of her thoughts. You couldn't help but be drawn to her mysterious aura, wondering what had brought her to this desolate bridge on such a rainy night.

Her lips began to curve in a small smile, and you had nearly missed the soft chuckle that escaped her lips. She turns to you, smiling softly, her eyes pouring into yours—eye contact that felt both intimate and unsettling. It was as if she could see right through you, unraveling the depths of your soul with just a glance.

You found yourself captivated by her gaze, unable to break free from the magnetic pull of her eyes. Then you heard her for the first time, your heartbeat racing more than it ever has before. Was this healthy?

"The rain can be quite therapeutic, wouldn't you agree?" Her voice was like a gentle melody, soothing yet mysterious. You feel the raindrops on your skin, cooling and cleansing, as if washing away the weight of the world. It's as if her words have a magical power, bringing a sense of calm and clarity to your troubled mind.

"Yes, it is," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, unable to tear your eyes away from her. The way she spoke and the way she looked at you made you feel like she could understand every hidden part of your being. She gives you another smile before turning her attention back to the river. "I'm Jenna if you were wondering."

"Y/N."

"I like watching the rain hit the water—seeing the ripples in the water as each raindrop creates its own unique pattern." Your eyes don't drift away from the woman, watching her side profile as she gazes out at the rain-soaked scenery.

"Even watching the raindrops that hit the dock is mesmerizing," she adds. "There are more than 200,000 raindrops that fall a minute, yet each one has its own individual impact on the world around us. People take rain for granted, complaining about how it ruins their plans or makes them wet, but they fail to appreciate the beauty and significance of each raindrop."

She continues, "Rain is essential for life, nourishing plants and hell even replenishing our water sources. It's a reminder of nature's power and the interconnectedness of all living things."

She turns back toward you, her eyes flickering with a sense of wonder. "Don't you kind of think we're like raindrops? Each of us may seem small and insignificant on our own, but together we have the power to create a ripple effect and make a difference in the world." She smiles as you stare at her, confused and intrigued by her analogy.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get too philosophical there. It's just something I've been thinking about lately. But hey, maybe it's something worth pondering, right?" She chuckles, breaking the momentary silence between you two.

You break into a smile. "No, don't apologize. I actually love that analogy. It's a beautiful way to look at things." Jenna's smile increases, her eyes lighting up with appreciation. "I'm glad you think so," she replies.

"Sometimes, it's easy to feel like our actions don't matter in the grand scheme of things. But if we can believe that even the smallest acts of kindness or positive change can create a ripple effect, then maybe we can find the motivation to keep making a difference. Like you taking the time out of your night to listen to me," she whispers the last part, breaking the eye contact she's been holding and looking down at her hands.

You open your mouth to speak, but you're cut off by the angelic voice. "Thank you; it was really nice talking to you, but I have to go now."

Jenna walks away in a hurry, leaving you standing on the wooden bridge alone, feeling a mixture of confusion and gratitude. You watch her disappear into the distance, wondering what impact your conversation had on her.

-

It's been days since your mission and days since your conversation with Jenna. You find yourself replaying the conversation in your mind, trying to decipher any hidden meaning behind her words. The memory of her angelic voice and the intensity of the moment still linger, leaving you with a sense of longing to know if she's okay.

A knock is heard at your door, interrupting your thoughts. John, a fellow officer in your field, hands you a file with a frown on his face. "Homicide," he says, scratching his beard. "We've got a new case, and it's a messy one. I thought you should take a look."

You quickly skim through the file while John briefs you on the details. "A young girl in her 20s was found dead three days ago, but there's no sign of a fight nor any obvious cause of death. We have her body in the laboratory for further examination, but so far, the autopsy results have been inconclusive. It's like she just... died. No witnesses, no suspects, nothing. Her names—"

Jenna?

"—Jenna." Your heart drops, flipping back and forth between shock and disbelief. Jenna. The same Jenna you met on the bridge that night, and the same Jenna that is supposedly your soulmate.

The marking on her back is the same as the marking on your arm. You feel a chill run down your spine as you realize you met your soulmate that night. Only once you find out do you realize that she is now gone forever.

What could have happened to Jenna, and why did fate bring you together only to tear you apart so suddenly?

"Y/LN? You alright?" John mutters, snapping you out of your thoughts. You eye the officer, still lost in your own world.

No, you weren't going to let the only person who brought you happiness after such a long time slip away without a fight.

Without a word, you jump up from your chair, pushing past your co-workers and rushing out of the office. You were going to use that serum on Jenna, not the president's daughter.

You burst through the doors of the laboratory, Hannah standing there with a puzzled expression on her face. "Y/LN, what's going on?" she asks, you were the last person she expected to see bursting into the lab.

Ignoring her question, you turn to a worker at the lab and urgently ask, "Where is Jenna Ortega's body? I need to see her immediately." The worker looks taken aback by your sudden request but quickly directs you to the morgue.

You remember the room number, then return back to Hannah, bumping past her and into the room she had just exited, the serum had been held here until the president was able to make his way down to your city, fortunately, he had been too busy to visit the lab earlier.

The four-digit code that you set and remember with ease is punched into the safe, unlocking with a loud beep. You grab the blue serum, turning around, only to be met with a gun pointed at your face. The person holding the gun is none other than Hannah; her expression cold and determined.

"Damnit, Y/LN. Don't make me do this," she mumbles, taking the safety off her gun. "Who told you about Jenna, huh?" You freeze, your mind racing to figure out how Hannah found out about Jenna.

"You knew? You knew Jenna was my soulmate?" Your voice trembles as you try to comprehend the situation. Hannah pauses for a moment, her grip on the gun tightening. "I've known for a while now," she admits. "There's some things you don't understand. You have an old soul, and I like that about you."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You grit, confusion, and anger bubbling up inside you. Hannah's eyes narrow, a flicker of sadness crossing her face.

"You're not human, Y/N. You're something more, something special. You were created by SynthoTech, a company that specializes in advanced artificial intelligence and genetic engineering. They designed you to possess enhanced abilities and a unique consciousness, and it was either to terminate you or let you work for the government.

You're unlike any other Android that's been created before. Your thoughts and emotions are not just programmed responses but rather a genuine experiences. You have the capacity to feel joy, love, and even pain.

It's both a gift and a burden as you navigate a world that may not fully understand or accept you. I don't know why Jenna was your soulmate; I really don't get it, but we couldn't let you get off your program. So I had to eliminate her."

Hannah lets out a sigh. "Fucking hell, Y/N. Just set down the serum and let's figure out a way to keep you safe. No one has to know about this, okay? I can reset your program--"

"No!" You interrupt, "I'm not going to let you erase my memories and reset me like some kind of...fuck...no. You killed Jenna, and now you want to erase her from my existence too? This is so fucked up."

"The world is a fucked up place, Y/LN. What do expect to happen if you inject Jenna with that serum? You think the president is gonna let an android and human have a happily ever after with the cure that was made for his daughter?"

You shake your head, anger and frustration coursing through you. "I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't ask to be part of some twisted experiment or to be caught in the middle of political agendas. Jenna deserved better than this, and so do I."

"And so did Ashely; Jenna got to live her life, but Ashely was robbed of that opportunity." You take a step closer to Hannah, your eyebrows furrowed together tightly.

"Do you fucking hear yourself? You also robbed Jenna of the opportunity to live her life. You killed her for something she couldn't control! You're a hypocrite."

Hannah's face pales as your words sink in. She takes a step back, her eyes filled with guilt and remorse. The weight of her actions finally dawns on her, leaving her speechless and unable to defend herself.

Hannah lowers her gun and says, "Hurry." You hesitate for a moment, conflicted by the sudden change in Hannah's demeanor. "What?"

"Hurry up before I change my mind," Hannah says, her voice trembling. "I don't want to be responsible for any more pain and suffering."

Taking your chance, you run out of the room and toward Jenna with the serum in your hand.

You unlock the door to the morgue and step inside, the cold air hitting you as you scan the room for Jenna Ortega's body. She lies on a stainless steel table, pale and lifeless. You rush to her side, praying that it's not too late. Injecting the serum into your soulmate, you watch anxiously as her body stirs and color returns to her cheeks.

You whisper words of encouragement, urging Jenna to fight for her life.

Relief washes over you as Jenna's eyes flutter open, and she takes a deep breath. "Y/N," she whispers weakly, her voice barely audible. You hold her hand tightly, grateful that you were able to save her from the brink of death.

You roll up your sleeve, revealing the marking on your forearm, silently explaining that you're her soulmate. Jenna's gaze shifts to your forearm, her eyes widening with recognition as she traces her finger over the marking.

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[stressedbisexualtm]

[< - LOTS OF WORDS - >]

trafficblr, hear me out on this:

We've all seen the idea that the life series are seasons, right? I normally see it like this: third life - winter, last life - spring, double life - summer, limited life - fall/autumn. But I think of it more like this: third life - fall, last life - winter, double life - spring, limited life - summer. Listen:

I think it would be more interesting (and true to the series) if third life was fall. The main reason people say third life is winter is of course because of the "RED WINTER IS COMING!" line, but the truth is, red winter was on its way. Red winter was coming, but first comes fall. People are more tight-knit in third life, always staying true to their real, solid, established alliance, and we see this all the way until the end of the series. It reminds me of fall, but I can't explain how. I feel like the visuals of the season match up, with the lighter greens and browns that cover most of the server, the stone of the Crastle and Dogwarts, and the tans and yellows of the desert. People are getting nervous, scared, and towards the end, more bloodthirsty than before. As the final battle of dogwarts begins, you can see the first snows of a very, very painful winter. Grian, being the winner, shares some of these traits. He's quick to judge and slow to make allies, unsure of who might betray who next. He does keep his closest ally with him until the very end, where they decide theyre going to win together no matter what. Grian, at the end, is tired of the nervousness and painful loyalty that comes with autumn. He is ready for winter to begin.

And so we move on to last life. Here, at last, is our red winter. Death is rampant and vicious here, our first red name appearing in only episode 2. Everyone is cold this season- when you're red, you're out. There are no true alliances or friends, though people tend to fall into patterns when they need to. The reds are much more bloodthirsty this season, being unable to contain themselves around anyone else (though we see our one or two exceptions). So by the time the canary falls, this season's fate is sealed in a bloodbath. No one who has made it this far is arguing that winter this year is red. This season was much more muted visually, the world being covered in dark greens, browns, and greys, as well as the snow covering a decent portion of the map (again, playing into the winter theme). Scott started the series warm, and while he never did get that bitter edge winter has, he was certainly ready to grow outward again into spring.

Double life. A brand new season, full of hope and expectancy, though that fades as time goes on (like things that only bloom in spring). It's new, it's exciting, and for some, it's full of love (as spring is typically seen). Things get intense, but there's always this air of excited mystery. Everyone has played at least one game before, so they know what to expect. Or they think they do, because at every turn there is something new. Secret soulmates? Why not! Leaving your soulmate and choosing someone else? Wonderful! FISHING A WARDEN TO DEATH?! Well, anything for the content.... Pearl, to me, also fits her season. She starts out excited to meet her soulmate, albeit a bit nervous, but she's turned away almost immediately. And, well, who could blame her if she cried? (After all, 'april showers bring may flowers', or whatever it was) She picks herself back up (a plant budding after its flower falls off) and makes it alone. She makes it to summer. And if, in the end, she learned how to plant her seeds, who was going to stop her?

And, well, limited life. Alliances, while having establishing members, are flimsy and easily remade. Everyone is wild, and spontaneous, and most people aren't really gunning to win anymore. There are go-getters, and nobody likes losing (they'd like winning even less..), but no one is playing as seriously as they were before. Everyone has played at least 2 games by now, most have played 3, and this time around dying doesn't even cost you a whole life! It only costs you 30 minutes, which out of 24 hours? Basically nothing until you hit red. Alliances shift with the wind, and not everyone is quite playing by the rules. In the end, Martyn wins. Martyn is... a wild card. He could be like summer, if he wanted to. He could be like spring, or fall, or winter. He's a traveler, a shifter, a knight, anything he needs to be. And if that doesn't go with the fluidity and changeability of this season, then I don't know who else could have won.

#is this anything #honestly i didnt really compare them to the seasons AT ALL but I hope the message was received #trafficblr #3rd life #last life #double life #limited life #life series winners #grian #scott smajor #pearlescentmoon #martyn inthelittlewood #generic talking tag

[heartfullofleeches]

How to care for your undead lover.

A funny little blurbo I did about a guide on taking care of ghoul darling/reader.

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So - wanna bring back your soulmate departed from this world too soon? Wanna take home that cutie from the cemetery? Notice something off about your neighbor and looking for was to impress? Here are a few important tips to know before bringing your undead dear home.

Ghouls in our situation are the undead, but a little different from norm. Not as brainless as zombies nor soulless either. Ghouls are typically tired soul thrust back into its aging body trapped in a never-ending cycle of rot and decay. Their minds and bodies deteriorate at a rapid pace, but there are usually points in which their rotting stops and ways to prevent further deterioration almost entirely.

Like the living, Ghouls need to eat. While they will not die without a meal, Ghouls require sustenance to remain among the living and function as one of their own. Signs of a starving Ghouls are extreme tiredness/trouble staying awake, lose of memory and speech, uncontrollable sobbing, loss in muscle mass and flesh, biting, scratching, and more.

When unable to acquire the flesh that benefits them most - common brain foods are fair alternatives. Fatty fish, Beef, Chicken, Yogurt, Eggs, Leafy Vegetables, Berries. While these work for a time Human meat will always have the longest lasting effect. Many conscious aren't exactly comfortable with eating one of their own - or what used to be. Simply make sure that they aren't in the kitchen during meal prep and dicing the meat finely. Try to avoid wearing the same clothes as when you caught their dinner or the faint smell of blood may raise suspicion. You may notice your ghoul growing beyond typical human height if they are fed regularly and with a balanced diet of human flesh. This is perfectly normal

[Example A]

- A caretaker completely drenched in blood presents a human arm on a plate for their darling. The ghoul frowns - visibly uncomfortable.

Caretaker: Darling~ Time for breakfast!

Ghoul: N...no...

[This is wrong.]

[Example B]

- A well dressed and groomed caretaker presents an omelet stuffed with spinach and "mystery" meat, paired with a small fruit salad. The ghoul smiles

Caretaker: Darling, are you ready for breakfast? If you eat everything off your plate you can have a snack during speech practice.

Ghoul: kay!

[This is correct]

It is not wise to try an force a Ghoul to remember points in time. Their memory will come and go all depending on how well you feed them. Gently reassure them that you are their caretaker and rewards them for easy things like remembering your name. This will make your ghoul happy and more accepting of you. As their mind ails be sure to bath them frequently and stick as closely to their personal grooming routines as you can. It's best to style them the same as pictures closest to when they met their end, but if they express wanting to try a different hairstyles or look do not hesitate to comply. It will be a great bonding experience and staple you as someone they shouldn't forget when they begin to lose their head.

Lastly, be sure to give them lots of love. That's all for now, folks. Til next time.

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere oc #zombie reader #yandere drabble #yandere writing

[goldenempyrean]

Rekindled Love

Oh my god. This fic. I love it so much. Lil bit of angsty ex’s to lovers. It turns so soft at the end though! Hopefully everyone enjoys, please let me know what you think ;)

Summary; Natasha Romanoff was your ex. The mere sight of her on its own was enough to piss you off but after finding her alone, it became obvious that maybe your love for her hadn’t ever truly gone away.

Wordcount: 2550

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Your relationship with Natasha was well… It was rocky to say the least. The both of you could silently sit in a room together and yet still find a way to piss each other off. That’s probably why your previous relationship with her had ended with a hell of a lot of screaming and tears. You supposed had felt love for her at one point but now, even just looking at her was enough to cause a pit of anger to boil in your stomach.

You would’ve been more then happy to have never spoken to her ever again. Not after what happened. But it wasn’t just like you could get up and leave. Your friends were here in New York and more-importantly so was your job. You were still an Avenger after all.

It was that your role as an Avenger which had resulted in you meeting Natasha in the first place. You’d been sent on a mission together all those years ago. The mission which had started everything. The mission which had set a train track for your love. There had once been a time where you two had become inseparable. Soulmates. And through the blood, sweat and tears, the pair of you had fallen hard for each other along the way, going on to morph into the Avengers greatest strategic fighting duo. What was that old saying again? The bigger they are they harder they fall? Well you’d both fell pretty damn hard alright, the painful-irony of your situation wasn’t lost on you either.

The team had done their best to keep the two of you separated for the main part but alas. You lived in the same building, you were bound to run into each-other in one way or another. There was a constant overhanging tension whenever the pair of you had to be together, it was suffocating. Your fuse was at its end. That was probably why you had snapped so hard at her that day.

You hummed as you walked through the hall down towards the training room. You had been completely in your own world when suddenly you felt the stumble of a body knocking straight into your chest. You scowled, recognising that fiery hair anywhere.

“Fuck Natasha, watch where you’re going.” You hissed aggressively as she stumbled backwards, looking stunned. She had sweat dripping down her face, obviously having just finished a workout of her own.

Natasha scoffed snapping back around to look at you with angry eyes, “How about you watch it. It’s not my fault that you’re in the way.” She grumbled before turning her head away to discreetly clear her throat.

Her statement infuriated you, “Get over yourself Natash-“

You were just about ready to rip into her when she had interrupted you, turning her as she muffled a chesty painful-sounding cough into her upper-sleeve. If you hadn’t had been so pissed at her then maybe you would’ve been slightly concerned for her.

Though you were mad, you couldn’t quite force yourself to lay into her for simply coughing, instead you gave a loud huff and continued, “Get over yourself, it was your fault Romanoff. You walked into me. Accept it. Now go shower or something.”

“Get out of my way then.” Nat growled as she shoved past you, however to your surprise,, her shove had been weak. It was barely enough force to move you aside, certainly not a show of strength from the ‘Black Widow’. Plus you had been pretty sure that you’d seen her stumble afterwards from the corner of your eye. Weird…

Whatever. It was none of your business, not that you cared anyway. You had a workout to attend too. You simply rolled your eyes and reached into your pocket to pull out your headphones before making your way towards the training room.

And roughly an hour or so later you had finished your workout. Punching things had always made you feel somewhat better, it was something about the release of pent-up energy that calmed you down. All you needed now was a shower and a good lunch to fill you up. Maybe then you’d be able to enjoy the rest of your day in peace, especially with tonights movie night.

The Avengers held movie nights weekly, Tony thought it was something which brought the team together and well he wasn’t wrong. It was the one time where all problems were left at the door and people were able to fully enjoy their night. Of course there was always tension between you and Nat but it always seemed a little less on these nights. To keep things fair, movies were picked by a different team member every week and tonight was your night.

You had been lost in thought, trying to think of a good pick as you made your way into the changing room. You lifted up your arms and pulled off your sweaty vest-top, throwing in onto a bench before going over to your locker and pulling out a fresh towel and a clean pair of clothes which you laid on the bench ready for when you returned post-shower.

You hurried took off the rest of your gym clothes and make your way into the shower. Stepping inside, you almost jumped out of your skin, dropping the bottle of shampoo which you had been holding loosely in your hand.

Slumped on the floor, leaning against the wall of the shower was that familiar redhead. Her eyes closed. The shower above her had gone off but her body was damp and pale as it leant limply against the tiled wall, her redhair hanging in wet curls aside her face.

“Shit-“ You swore as you fumbled with your hand and rapidly brought it up to cover your eyes.

You looked away, keeping your hand over your eyes, totally unsure of what to do. Why was she there? Had she fallen asleep? Just how long had she been there? Your head was filled with about a hundred different questions as you called her name, however no response came, infact the entire changing room was silent aside from the rhythmic drip of a distant tap.

What were you meant to do? You couldn’t just leave her there but you really didn’t want to violate her privacy. Especially considering the two of you weren’t exactly civil at the best of times. You may have hated her publicly but you still held some respect for her. Thinking fast, you tried your best to keep your head turned away from her as you knelt down and took the towel which you had previously had been used to wrap around yourself, instead using it to cover her with.

Once you were positive that you had properly covered her. You turned back to face her and now that you were able to get a proper look at her, you realised that she looked dreadful. You quickly ran out to get yourself some clothes, pulling on the sweats you had left out on the bench before rushing back in.

“Romanoff.” You said shakily, as you got onto your knees beside her, your voice was barely loudly then a whisper.

No response. She didn’t even stir. You huffed and gently raised a hand and shook her shoulder lightly, raising your voice this time, “Natasha. I need you to wake up.”

You shook her again for a moment before a garbled groan came from the woman beside you as she slowly came too.

You released a breath which you hadn’t realised you were holding as she woke.

“Jesus Romanoff. You scared the crap outta me.” You sighed with relief as she blinked wearily, “What on earth are you playing at?”.

“Im fine.” She grumbled, rubbing her fist against her eye.

You couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief, “For a trained spy, you’re a shit liar Natasha. Passing out in the shower isn’t the behaviour of somebody who is ‘fine’.”

She sniffled and pushed herself upright, “I just got tired ‘n’ dizzy, that’s all.” She mumbled as she pulled the towel tightly around her.

You were shocked at her honestly. You wanted to scream at her for her irresponsibility, all while wanting to throw aside your feelings and pull her into your arms. To your heavy displeasure, you were finding it increasingly difficult to stay pissed at her in that moment of time.

“Well, dizzy or not, taking naps on the floor of the communal showers isn’t beneficial for anybody.” You smirked at your own joke and pushed yourself up from the floor, thinking for a moment before offering her your outstretched hand.

Natasha looked up at you for second , seeming to think about it herself before accepting your hand. Allowing you to pull you from the cold tile floor. You looked away as she stood, turning your back on her.

“You need to get some warm clothes on and dry that hair. You’re gonna get ill otherwise.” You instructed, before stepping back into the locker room as she slowly padded behind you.

“HI’TSHHUIEW!” A sudden loud sneeze made you jump from your skin for the second time that day.

You turned to see Natasha’s nose twitching as her eyes fluttered closed as she hovered her hand infront of nose expectantly, “Hh’iiTSHIEW!”

“Bless you.” It then finally hit you as to why she had seemed so weak earlier and to why she was so out of it. Still, blessing her felt good. Hell acknowledging her as something other then somebody you hated felt good. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave her touch in that moment.

She gave you a nod, her own way of saying thanks as she pulled open her own locker to look for some clean clothes. Only afew moments later you heard her give a congested groan, it seems she only had 2 pairs of spandex and a sports drawer stuffed in there.

You groaned and thought with you feelings. You hesitated before opening your own locker up and taking out your spare pair of joggers and an oversized band t-shirt accompanied by a baggy sweatshirt, “Wear these” You said bluntly, throwing them onto the bench beside her.

Nat went to reach for them but stopped, retracting her hand. “I don’t need help from you.” She tried to snarl but the effect was lost as she broke off into a fit of deep rattling coughs.

“Oh cut the crap Nat, I know you’re sick.” You rolled your eyes as she stifled a sneeze into her arm, “That’s not good for you.” You added, a hint of concern slipping into your words.

“Im sorry.” She sniffled a reply before reached out for the offered clothes, not bothering to turn around as she pulled them on, still sniffing as she did so.

You sighed and reached back into your locker to see if you had any tissues for her. Sometimes you kept them in there incase of emergencies. Luckily for her, you had a small packet of those travel ones.

“Blow your nose or something, that sniffling is getting on my nerves.” You lied as you came over to her and pressed the pack into her hand.

It seemed you had done that in the nick of time, just as she had pulled a tissue from the pack the incessant itch in her nose made itself known again.

“Hhi’tshhiuew’ hH’ii’hhtshoo!” Natasha sniffled into the tissues before turning away from you to blow her nose. Her face blushing a deep red as embarrassment seeped into her cheeks.

“You really don’t feel well, do you?” You asked quietly once she had finished, the concerned words came pooling from your mouth.

Nobody could’ve expected what had happened next though. Wordlessly Natasha turned back to you and fell into your chest, wrapping her arms tightly around you.

“I miss us.” She whispered, her voice barely audible. You could feel the fever burning its way through her body as she held onto you.

“Nat-“ You stumbled over your words, “We cant do this. This isn’t you talking, it’s just your fever. This is silly. Come on now. Don’t say stuff like that.” You said but still you kept ahold of her, keeping her safe in your arms.

Of course she didn’t mean what she was saying. She was just feverish and sick. She’d go to bed and wake up with that same hate. Nothing could ever happen between you two again, right?

You felt her chest begin to jerk forwards as she began to cough again, Natasha moved to try and pull away but for some reason you couldn’t let her go. God you wanted too, but you just couldn’t make yourself let go. Instead, you felt your hand moving up to rub comforting circles down her back. Your body acting on its on accord.

Neither of you had felt your tears that had begun to spill from both of your eyes until you’d both let each-other go several minutes later.

Well, there was no going back now. You looked at Natasha, glancing over her pale face and green glassy eyes, you found yourself admiring the beautiful damp crimson curls which fell from her head. God, she was still as beautiful as ever. You’re stomach felt like it had been invaded by an army of fluttering butterflies and as you opened your mouth to speak, it was almost as if you’re words came pouring out.

“Natasha. I cant do this anymore. I cant stand here and say I don’t care about you because U do, and it hurts so much to lie to myself about this. Because at the end of the day, I still lov-“

Your sentence was cut off by a sudden movement. Natasha reached up and pressed her lips hard against your own, the memory of her kisses came flooding back as you found yourself reaching up to cup her cheek as she kissed you harder, turning to push you against the lockers.

The moment between you two seemed to last hours, each kiss bringing back tidal waves of feelings which you thought you’d long since buried.

Eventually she pulled away, the taste of her cherry lipgloss still hung on your lips.

“I love you too.” She replied to your unfinished sentence, a small smile spreading across her face. You felt yourself blush red, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Can we really do this?” You whispered against her cheek, not wanting to break the atmosphere.

“I want us to try.” She replied as she pressed a final soft kiss against your lips.

You smiled and took her hand, “I’d like that, but first we should probably get you into bed. You really don’t look too good.”

She laughed before sputtering off into a weak cough, “Are you saying I look bad?” God. It was like nothing had ever happened between you two.

Smirking, you shook your head and looped an arm around her waist, “You know what I mean. Come on, lets get you into bed.”

Natasha nodded as you lead her to the exit and headed towards the elevator, “What about movie night?” She sniffled, running the sleeve of your sweatshirt underneath her nose.

“Movie night can wait until you feel better.” The elevator dinged and you let her step inside first, “Now more importantly, your bed or mine?”

Natasha smiled, “Yours.”

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hybrid - Jin - “will you help me please” BYE COMING UP W A SENTMCE IS SAUR HARD

also pretty pls don’t make it smut ik it sounds like it could be used for that and ur instructions didn’t say we could decide so at the end of the day it is ur choice but pls consider not doing so <3

inconvenient convenience:

pairing: dog! seokjin x fennec fox! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || strangers to lovers || hybrid au

summary: as much as you liked to poke fun at jin for believing in things as trivial as fate, there’s no denying your love story was moulded by destiny.

word count: 1.3k

tags/ warnings: tooth rotting fluff, that is all, peep the zero o'clock reference

notes: ikr!!! it’s always so difficult :’) dw babes if you don’t specify you wanted it, then i wouldn’t have added it!! ~ prompt from this drabble game

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

There’s something oddly surreal about shopping for snacks in a convenience store so late into the night, when the world holds its breath for a second and a new day starts.

Where streets are empty, muted glow of the streetlights spotting the path. Where stray cats look like shadows and the shadows look like never-ending black holes, where one step too far into the darkness will suck you in with no escape. Refuge found in the bold square of bright white light, window of the corner shop creating a small island of safety from what lurked in the darker places, ready to pounce.

When Jin thinks back to the start of your relationship, he likes the idea that the two of you had met so late into the night. Ever the romantic he is, he felt as though it solidified the fact you were the only two people in the world in that exact moment—if you ignored the young worker sat behind the counter, hours away from his shift ending with his phone’s volume on full blast, an onslaught of sounds picking at your ears if you’re stupid enough to not bring your own music to block it out.

It was easy for him to say it now, but he swears from that one fateful encounter, you were the only one for him. Where truly the world was your own, simply built for the two of you, and although a convenience store isn’t the most romantic place to meet your soulmate, Jin feels as though it had been the perfect place for a blossoming romance to start.

And as much as you liked to poke fun at him for believing in things as trivial as fate, there was no denying that your love story was moulded by destiny.

“Will you help me please?” you’d tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie, taking a step backwards as he’d tugged one of his earphones from his ears.

“Oh, I don’t work here” he shakes his head, watching as you chew on your bottom lip; your cheeks dusting rosy red when his eyes meet your own.

“I know” you’d nodded, voice pinching a little higher than normal, “But that kid scares me, so I thought I’d ask you for help instead?” you peep, so unsure of yourself that he feels a little bad for how defensive he must have come off.

His lips pull up into a gentle smile, a lame attempt to ease the anxiety that was rolling off you in thick waves, “Sure, what did you need?”

Your shoulders deflate, corners of your lips almost tugging upwards as you point behind you, “There’s this drink in the fridge but It’s right at the back so I can’t reach it”

You turn on your heels when he nods, and Jin watches as the sandy fur of your tail bushes out a little more when a scooter speeds down the road outside, honk of its horn startling the both of you that his hybrid ears twitch in the direction of the door. Somewhat of a reminder to him that really it isn’t only the two of you, whole world of people living their lives beyond those doors.

“That one” you point at the offending object, stepping out of Jin’s way when he pulls the door of the fridge open.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to reach, Jin steps up onto the little ledge on the floor of the freezer, and you cringe as it creaks under his weight; only praying he doesn’t fall because you had no plans of trying to catch him if he were to topple over.

“All done” he falls back onto his feet, fridge door clipping shut just as your fingers take hold of your juice.

“Thank you” you beam, dropping it into the basket that you had left when going on your search for help.

“Seokjin” he says, and your eyebrows furrow.  

“Pardon?”

“My name” he thrusts his hand in your direction, heart pattering just a little faster when you take it, “Kim Seokjin”

“It’s nice to meet you, Seokjin” and he feels his heart swell at the pretty little laugh you let out.

Regret had settled in when you’d bid him farewell with a pretty smile and a good night, because he hadn’t asked for your contact details and now, he was left dreaming of the pretty girl he’d met nights ago with no way of asking you on a date.

He’ll admit it to you now, laughing over how soppy he must have sounded in the few days before your second chance encounter, but back then, he’d spend every free moment thinking about all the places he’d love to take you; wondering what you liked, what you didn’t. All he had was your name and a few fleeting memories of how pretty you’d looked under the florescent lights of the convenience store, with fluffy pyjamas on and the most precious smile on your face.

It had been a week after your first meeting when he’d stumbled upon you again, further solidifying the fact you were destined for one another in his mind; because surely if you were to meet again unplanned, it had to mean something.

You’d been working at a café at the time, Jin on his way back from the library—far too late in the day for coffee but he had no plans of sleeping early, so the extra caffeine boost wasn’t unwelcomed.

It had been comical, how both your eyes had widened, pure unfiltered shock on your faces.

“Seokjin?” you’d smiled, and he had to remind himself how to breathe, words on the tip of his tongue that he wondered if he should utter or not; too worried he’d scare you away.

“Do you want to go on a date?”

Instant regret had washed over him after that, watching your face morph into that of confusion and then a soft smile tugging onto your face that had Jin mirroring your expression.

You lean over the counter, hands cupped over your mouth, “I was hoping you’d ask me the last time we’d met”

Your nose scrunches up when you fall back onto your feet, fingers tapping away his order on the screen.

“When do you get off work?” he’d asked, leaning against the counter when the onslaught of customers dies down and you’re left wiping down tables.

Jin truly believes the two of you belong together, even with the trials and tribulations of two species living under one roof, compromise had become important, but he would give up anything as long as the two of you could stay by one another’s side.

He didn’t mind how warm you needed the house even if he did have to sleep with the blankets off most nights, always making sure you were wrapped up warm on the days it was too cold for you outside; hybrid side showing as you shiver, even with the sun out. Standing tall to any other men that tried to pry into your little bubble, and as much as Jin brushed you off, rolling his eyes when you call him your perfect guard dog, a small part of him liked the idea that he could stay like this forever; warding off anyone neither of you liked, keeping you safe, knowing you were okay.

“Jin!” you wave, almost tripping over the uneven pavement as you skip towards where he’s stood outside the convenience store.

“I got the juice you like, baby” his arm wraps around your shoulder, craning his neck for a soft kiss that has his heart thumping hard against his chest, because no matter how long the two of you are together every kiss always feels like the first, “they actually had it restocked this time so I it was easy to reach”

You push yourself up onto the tips of your toes, featherlight kiss pressed to his cheek, “Thank you”

“I thought we could go to the park” his tail wags and you snicker.

“You really are a dog” your fingers interlace with his, “That’s fine, as long as we can get dinner on the way home”

“Of course, my darling” he swings your arms between your bodies, “There’s this new place that opened up downtown and the reviews are good”

As much as you liked to poke fun at Jin for believing in things as trivial as fate, there was no denying that your love story was moulded by destiny, starting with a truly inconvenient convenient encounter.

💫 thank you for reading!! feedback is always welcome

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[celestiall0tus]

Amaranthine - Prologue

Next

            “Marinette! Bedtime!” Sabine called. She stepped up into Marinette’s room and stopped at the door. She smiled seeing Marinette playing amongst her dolls. She quietly stepped forward as she listened to Marinette play.

            “‘You’ll never take the princess from me, brave knight. I have her under a terrible curse and her kingdom is mine. Bwa ha ha ha!’ ‘Foul witch, I will not rest until I found my true love again. For there is none other in this world I shall love than her. And our love will conquer your evil!’”

            Sabine knelt as Marinette had the knight and witch fight with the knight coming out victorious.

            “‘Take that, evil witch! You have been slain and I shall be reunited with my one true love!’”

            Sabrine grinned and scooped up Marinette. Marinette gasped and screamed as she flailed wildly.

            “Unhand me, foul beast. What knave attacks when their back is turned?”

            “It is I, the witch’s dragon. And I’m here to avenge my fallen lady,” Sabrine said in a low voice.

            “Then you shall fall too, beast, and I shall finally be with my one true love!”

            Sabine let Marinette down and chased her around the bedroom. Sabine grabbed Marinette and tickled her, bringing her down immediately. Sabine continued to tickle Marinette before she scooped her up and held her close.

            “And the mighty knight has fallen. You shall never see your love again. All hail the Dark Queen!”

            “No! My love, remember me!”

            Sabine and Marinette laughed. Sabine placed Marinette down, who ran back to her dolls.

            “Alright, brave warrior, bedtime,” Sabine said.

            Marinette whined. “Do I have to? I haven’t saved the princess.”

            “The princess will have to wait another night for her knight to rescue her.”

            “But we can’t keep them away from each other. They are meant to be! Plus, Rose said you don’t keep soulmates away from each other.”

            “Did she now?”

            “Yup! She showed me more of her books during our last playdate. All the stories always ended happily with true love conquering all.”

            “Oh yeah?”

            “Yup! She even told me why. Do you know why, Momma?”

            “No. Why?”

            “Because they are always soulmates. They know from the very moment they lock eyes that they are meant to be, so their love can conquer anything. So, love always wins.”

            “Really? Well, that’s not what I’ve heard about soulmates.”

            Marinette’s eyes widened. “What have you heard, Momma?”

            “I’ll tell you, but only once you get ready for bed.”

            “Do I have to?”

            “If we want to hear a story, yes.”

            Marinette gasped and hurried to get ready for bed. She crawled into bed under the covers and waited. Sabine smiled and sat on the bed.

            “Ready?”

            Marinette nodded.

            “When I had moved to the country, I heard a story from some modern day witches. They spoke of when our souls move on, they don’t die like our bodies. They return to the ether where they wait to be born again. Once their time has come to rejoin the world of the living, they must drink from the waters of oblivion and forget all about their past lives except one thing. Do you know what that one thing is?”

            “Their soulmate?”

            Sabine nodded. “They forget who they were and what life they lead, but they retain a memory of their soulmate. The one who had been by their side through all their lives that long agreed to stay together forever, until eternity.”

            “All their lives?”

            “That’s right. The witches told me that from the moment our soul lived its first life, it had met all manner of people, but there would be those that we’d have given our souls for. That we, in that life, would have pledged to always be with them until the end of time. It is that promise that binds souls and makes them soulmates.”

            “Woah! How do you know if you have a soulmate?”

            “They say that when you are young, you will dream of your past lives. In these visions, you are allowed a glimpse of your soulmate.”

            “But how do you know that you’ll meet them? What if you never do?”

            “They told me that you’d know in a heartbeat, like the roll of thunder and a flash of lightning. That in that moment, you know you would give your very life for that person, or even persons.”

            “You can have more than one lover?”

            Sabine chuckled. “Well, yes, but a soulmate is so much more than a romantic partner, Mar-Mar. Your soulmate is your greatest friend and ally. You may find love with them, but not always. What will never change is the loyalty you share for the other. And when they leave, everything in life feels hollow and empty without them.”

            “Woah. Do you like I have a soulmate?”

            “You just might. However, you won’t know unless you go to sleep. Maybe you’ll have the dream tonight of them.”

            Marinette gasped. She bounced and settled into bed.

            Sabine sighed, tucked in Marinette, turned out the light, and left.

            Marinette tossed and turned for a while before she fell asleep. She waited for a dream to come. Days passed by that turned into weeks, then months. A year had passed before she had an unusual dream.

            Marinette remembered the end of the dream. She was led through streets in chains. She looked between the men that held her multiple chains. Her eyes lingered on the one in the lead. His face was empty, but she could feel regret and sorrow from him. More faceless people appeared as she was chained to a wooden stake, but her eyes never left the man. She watched him ready to set the pyre when she was asked to give her last words. She felt a smile as she looked at him.

            “See you soon.”

            Fire erupted from around Marinette that startled everyone. She looked up as the blaze took her and everything went black.

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[cosmereplay]

Happy Fanfic Friday!

I got to thinking about all the fun AUs in this fandom and ended up wanting to do two things: show off the creativity of Stormlight fanficcers, and encourage the authors by letting them know that we care about their work.

So here's a list of 10 unfinished AUs that I found particularly creative and fun. If you have fun reading them, please leave a comment for the author and let them know. It means the world to an author! (Please do not demand an update or shame the author - just let them know what you enjoyed about their story!)

The Art of Motion by The_Great_Deprussian Rated Teen, 27,000 words. Kadolin. Dance AU, High school AU Adolin and Kaladin go to different high schools, and their dance teams are paired together for an upcoming competition. Adolin is ready to put in the work, but Kaladin is having trouble committing, and he won't say why.

The City of Kings and Heroes by SorchaSolas Rated Teen, 5000 words. Superhero AU (Modern with Magic) Kaladin has wings and breaks the law, Shallan can actually shapeshift, and Sylphrena is a human who's just really blue.

Blood Money by Anonymous Rated Teen, 62,000 words. Kaladin/Moash. Cowboy AU Deputy Sheriff Kaladin tries to keep his head above water as his past starts to catch up with him, setting off a series of events that start to unravel the carefully curated history of the town, and baring Kaladin's complicated feelings about a man he lost.

Bridge Boy and Pretty Boy by JoysWordcraft Unrated, 2000 words. Kadolin. Veterinary clinic AU Kaladin was working just another normal shift at his vet clinic when a disheveled blond stranger rushed into his veterinary with a hurt golden retriever. 'Help me,' the stranger said, and Kaladin's peaceful life was no more.

Sunshine in your eyes by elsecaller_muu Rated Teen, 21,000 words. College AU Kaladin thinks it's fine to study constantly and never sleep. Then he meets Adolin, with his curly hair and crop tops and warm smiles, and his life is turned upside down.

Take Your Own Advice by coinshotmisting Rated Teen, 5000 words. Coffee shop AU An introductory look at the world of Kholin State University, and the backgrounds of Adolin, Kaladin, and Shallan as they each approach the same coffee shop. I love the little worldbuilding touches in this!

Soulmate Archive by RydiaAsuka Rated Teen, 30,000 words. Soulmate AU Injuries show up on the bodies of their soulmates. Adolin's life turns upside down when suddenly he gets slave brands, and his body looks like it's beaten every day.

Mature and Explicit fics below the cut:

rooting in your heart by Stormcursed Rated Mature for stark depiction of mental illness, 6000 words. Kadolin. Flower shop AU Kaladin buys flowers for Tien's grave and gets annoyed by the unflappable blond working the counter.

A Brewing Storm by azurehue22 Rated Mature, 5000 words. Kaladin/Tarah; Shadolin. Modern AU Civil unrest starts to spread across Minneapolis. Kaladin sees its effects first hand at the local hospital. Shallan ignores it and tries to stay focused on her art school studies. (Runs parallel to another fic with Mistborn characters, in the same city!)

Transference by presage_bloom Rated Explicit, 2500 words. Shallan/Beryl. Therapy AU Shallan gets in trouble and ends up seeing Dr. Jasnah Kholin for therapy. Meanwhile she's in a D/s relationship with Beryl.

#fanfic friday #stormlight fanfic #not my fic #fic rec #stormlight archive #cfsbf

[boundinparchment]

Dream a Little Dream of Me - XVIII

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Lore speculation, interpretations, etc. AO3 Chapter is Here.

You had a vague notion that you should be doing something.  It nagged, a rose’s thorn under your skin, persistent in its sting.  

Easier to ignore if you didn’t focus on it.  So you didn’t.

It would come to you.  

Eventually.

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Yujing Terrace was absolutely packed to the brim.  Beyond the rooftops, you could see the dark waves of the sea beyond the harbor, an outline of a rocky series of islands cast in brilliant moonlight.

Everywhere, murmurs of wishes and speculations for the Rite of Descension in the morning.

Rex Lapis would come down from his lofty home and make his presence tangible for a single moment.

It wasn’t all that different from the Hydro Archon’s approach, considering she was only ever seen in Court.  Or perhaps that was simply a poor way to understand the love so many held for Rex Lapis.  You never heard of a god spoken of so lovingly, so respected for their own merit, not out of fear.

This year’s Rite seemed…strategic.  A Fontaine orchestra playing alongside a Liyue theatre troupe.  Dandelion wine from Mondstadt served by Dawn Winery itself.  A translated and bound edition of the tales of the Adepti, handled by one of Sumeru’s expert scholars.  You spotted a replicated suit of armor, delivered by the Pyro Archon’s own honor guard.  From the Tsaritsa Herself, a branch of a tree, glowing white with a power that you could only place as otherworldly.

The performance ended as all of them did, with bows and applause and a sensation of finality.  There were tears in the eyes of the onlookers.  It meant all of you had captured precisely what you’d meant to.  You, too, felt your eyes sting as you’d read the sheet music and listened to the singer, her voice like no other.

They stung even more when you caught sight of the scholar, dressed in Akademiya regalia.  Younger, certainly, but who else had hair the color of seafoam…

Gone in a blink and you were distracted again, jostled by your colleagues, attention stolen.

____________________

“Again.”

Your tutor raised their hand, poised for conduction, and you readied your fingers in return.  This was the fifth time running through the piece, from the top, and your fingertips ached to the point of numbness.

The last note held until you muted the strings and their vibrations ceased.

You jumped at the sound of clapping from behind you.  

“Beautiful progress.  I expected no less of you, of course.  It appears my persistence to your academic guards paid off.”

“Oui, monsieur.   I am glad you enjoyed it.  It still needs work, however,” you replied, peering over your shoulder.

He already interrupted you late at night as it was.  And he insisted you play for him whenever it suited him during the day.  Was even your time with your tutor, the single instance of the outside world, no longer sacred?

Not that you needed a tutor.  But you couldn’t rely on your perspective alone.  You would rot, otherwise.  Stagnate.

Hands fell onto your shoulders, a gesture that outwardly may have appeared to be one of pride.  You tried not to flinch under the weight of it.

“It sounded perfect to me.  Add it to the list of pieces for tonight’s banquet.  I want the Fatui to be impressed, comprenez vous?”  Do you understand?

The figure brushed their index finger against your cheek, the signet ring cold against your skin.  You tensed as the touch lingered, and you felt your hair being played with, as though you were a toy for amusement, not a musician.

“Je comprends, mon seigneur.  Ça sera fait. ”  I understand, my lord.  It will be done.

Hot breath teased your ear.  “Good.  And wear that dress I bought for you, hmm?”

You nodded, your spine ramrod straight until the door closed.  You were hardly the first, you knew, to end up in such a position, and it was nothing your tutor had never seen before.  But it was the first time your own patron had made such a brazen move in front of another who was not a member of household staff.

One look said everything you couldn’t.

“I will let you know of any openings I find,” your tutor said softly.  “But you will not find better patronage accommodations; anything else will not afford you the time to compose.”

“At the rate he keeps me playing, let alone anything else, I do not know if I have much of a career left at all.  And I’ve barely started.”

You didn’t recall walking your tutor to the door, finding your way to your rooms to soak your hands and get ready for the evening.  It was as if someone had shaken an hourglass and shifted everything around.

Usually, you were relegated to a corner during dinner, to play as everyone ate and conversed.  Little more than a distraction for your patron, really, whose eyes fell on you mid-conversation with his guests.  Your skin prickled.

Tonight, however, you were after-dinner entertainment.  Solo piece after solo piece as guests mingled, drank, and relaxed, no longer confined to a dinner table and only speaking left or right per course.

In-between pieces, you couldn’t help but notice the diplomat you heard so many whisper about throughout the night.  A Fatui Harbinger.  The Second, no less.  Blue hair, no, perhaps teal, you realized, his white suit immaculate and his gestures exact, his words arrogant rather than haughty.  He had no use for preening, as other men in the room did, you’d noticed.  If anything, his body language screamed that he wasn’t interested in any conversations except for those with your patron and a select few others.

Your patron, of course, introduced you to everyone.  All of them ignored that you’d played almost non-stop, shaking your hand without consideration.  You were pressed firmly to your patron’s side, his hand holding your hip as you’d only seen lovers do.  Beneath your dress, your skin felt as though it was on fire, wanting only to be free of his grasp.

“Lord Harbinger, you seemed to have quite enjoyed the performance.  If I may introduce you?”

Your patron’s voice was honey-smooth; you noticed a twitch in the diplomat’s neck, his mouth a firm line.

“He should give you a bit more of a reprieve, mademoiselle ,” the Harbinger turned directly to you, speaking freely.  “Playing back to back only to have you immediately make use of your hands…”

Rather than shake them, you found your own hand raised to the Harbinger’s lips.  Despite the upper part of his face being covered by a mask, you could tell from the cut of his jaw and his posture that he was more than he appeared to be, that he did not need eye contact to know a person’s nature.

“I am Il Dottore, Second of the Fatui Harbingers.”

“Very pleased, monsieur,” you replied, your name falling from your lips.  “I hope Fontaine has been to your liking.”

“It is near impossible to see anything beyond the persistent smog but I believe I have a source of inspiration for tomorrow’s meeting with the rest of the Triumvirate and the Archon Herself.”

You smiled gently.  While you didn’t know the inner workings of international politics, you knew when it was better to say nothing at all.  The Harbinger lowered your hand but did not let go, his thumb brushing against your joints, as though searching for something.

“Your patron really should take better care of you,” he said.  “Humans and machines are alike in that way.  Repetitive motions without rest, especially with such passion, is a risky behavior.  You play so beautifully, it would be a shame to pay such a high price when you have only just begun.”

It took you a second to realize that he was, in fact, attempting to ease the ever-present tension in your hand.  Your patron made a polite remark and dragged you away before you could excuse yourself.  When you finally had the liberty to gaze around again, he was gone in a flash of white coat tails, and all you could recall was the feeling of his gloves against your skin.

____________________

You wiggled your toes in the sand, the grains warm despite the cool waves lapping at the shore and your exposed legs.

At long last, all of your hard work, persistence, and passion paid off.

You grasped the letter in one hand, wondering how you would manage to break the news without risking your well-being even further.  It would be better to have someone with you.  Perhaps your tutor.  Presuming the session wasn’t canceled.  Your patron liked to do that, as of late, in favor of other activities.  You suffered for it two-fold, usually laid up in bed the next day, which was exactly what he wanted.

No longer.  Not once you left for good.

The national orchestra meant traveling, playing in a group, seeing the world.  No longer shut away, kept like a songbird.

Your grip on the object in your other hand tightened, the stone warm against your palm.  It’d appeared in the sand as soon as you’d opened the letter, glimmering in the waves like a seashell, calling to you.

A Vision.  Golden like the mora in your wallet, full of potential.  As soon as you touched it, you could feel each individual grain of sand, each tiny piece of Geo energy around you.  

You would carve your own path.  And you would not be at the mercy of the whims of fate any longer.

____________________

“Noor 'eini?  Where are you, I have wonderful news!”

You blinked, the voice so familiar and yet so foreign to you.  Before you, sheets and sheets of music, your pen wet with ink as you finalized your first composition’s draft.  A figure entered the room, teal hair askew and goggles pushed up to the forehead.

“I’ve been calling for you, are you well?”

Red eyes watched you, wide with their owner’s enthusiasm, tempered with concern.  Where had you seen such eyes before?

“I’m fine,” you replied, the words instant, as if you’ve said them forever.  “You’ve finished, then?”

“Yes, and it’s even more magnificent than I anticipated!  Come, I cannot put the final piece in place without you!”

Your beloved’s enthusiasm knew no bounds at times but he had been working on this project for years now.  You capped the pen and set it aside, thankful to no longer be at the mercy of an ink bottle, and arranged the sheets to dry.  As you neared the figure in the doorway, you watched his shoulders fall slightly despite your bright smile.

“You promise you’re well?  You look so tired.”

You felt tired but that was par for the course when you had deadlines to meet.  Tenderly, you pressed a kiss to one spot on his cheek that wasn’t covered with soot.

“I need the break anyway, Zandik.  Please, show me?”

Once again, that nagging feeling danced in your brain as you made your way through the house.  Only this time, it was accompanied by another flash of white, and a pair of green eyes as verdant as spring.

#dottore #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore x female reader #il dottore x female reader #genshin impact reader insert #soulmate au #il dottore/reader #dottore/female reader #il dottore/female reader

[honeii-puff]

The Sims 4 Gemstone Legacy Challenge

This sims 4 legacy challenge is inspired by the Not So Berry challenge made by Lilsimsie and AlwaySimming. You are allowed to start with 1800 simoleons if you want it to be a bit easier. The sims must resemble the color of their gen in some way, whether its hair, eyes, or clothes.

Generation 1: Ruby

You have always been sheltered by your parents when you were younger, having no clue what is out there for you. But here you are, grown up and ready to take on what the world throws at you. You never really knew anything about who you really are, since you didn't really get to experience any wild things, but there was one thing for sure: you loved music. All types of music.

Requirements:

Sim must be Ya to start the challenge

Must have the traits Clumsy, Ambitious, and Cheerful

Must have and complete the Musical Genius Aspiration

Must be in the Entertainer Career and max the Musician Branch

Max one instrument-related skill (Violin, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Singing, etc.)

Must have two children minimum

Generation 2: Jasper

You were really close with your parents growing up, and it was hard to move away from them, once you ended up doing so, you quit your job mowing lawns for your neighbor and got into Sports.

Requirements:

Have the traits Gloomy, Active, and Neat

Must have and Complete the Bodybuilder Asipration

Max the Athleete Career in the bodybuilder branch

Max the Fitness and Charisma skill

Generation 3: Jade

Your Parents were busy. One was a full-time athlete out, and the other was a workaholic, always working 9-5. You usually spent time alone on your computer and with your aunt/uncle. That introduced you to the world of Hacking.

Requirements:

Have the traits Geek, Loner, and Bookworm

Must have and complete the Computer Whiz aspiration

Max The Tech Guru Career

Max the Programming skill and the Logic Skill

Generation 4: Onyx

You heard how your grandparents weren’t close with the family when they were younger, but now they are a part of your everyday life. When the rare time your parents were at work, your grandparents were there to stay. Soon enough, you moved out into an apartment in San Myshuno.

Requirements:

Have the traits Loves the Outdoors, Creative, and Erratic

Must have and Complete the Painter Extraordinaire Aspiration

Max the Painter Career

Max the Painting Skill

Must get married and have 3 kids at a very young age

Generation 5: Quartz

You were constantly tired of being outshone by your 2 older siblings, the oldest being a great academic, and the middle child being an amazing artist. Where did that leave you?

Requirements:

Must be the youngest of three siblings

Have the traits Self-absorbed, Perfectionist, Dog Lover

Must have and complete the Freind of the World aspiration

Get 5-star odd job rating

Get to level 5 of 4 skills

Cannot get married, but can have a boyfriend/girlfriend until next gen is born

Generation 6: Sapphire

You grew up an only child, with your single parent, dog, and cat, along with a few friends from school. You weren’t around your Aunts and Uncles, since your parent wasn’t close to their siblings. When you were a teenager, you decided to move out early to get a head start on life.

Requirements:

Must move out as a teenager

Must have the traits Cat Lover, Self-Assured, and Romantic

Must have and complete the Soulmate aspiration

Max the Style Influencer career in the Stylist Branch

Max the Charisma skill

Must have 4 kids, your sim wanting more kids since they were an only child (Adopting is allowed, but the chosen heir must be related to previous gen)

Generation 7: Yellow Topaz

You are the second oldest of 4 siblings, and can never be alone. The only escape you really have is the garden in the backyard. You grew all types of flowers and plants. Moving out was a struggle, mostly because your siblings kept barging in and bothering everything you do.

Requirements:Must have the traits Jealous, Vegetarian, and Childish

Max the Freelance Botanist aspiration

Max the Gardener Career in the Floral Designer Branch

Max the Gardening skill and the Flower Arranging Skill

Must get married as an adult

Generation 8: Emerald

Your parent was a gardener, and with that, you were in the kitchen a lot, making many different creations out of the things they harvested. After a while, you decided that this was what you wanted to do for a living.

Requirements:

Have the traits Foodie, Unflirty, and Hot-Headed

Max the Master Chef aspiration

Max the Cooking and Gourmet cooking skill

max the culinary Career in the Chef branch

Must only have two romantic relationships, and never get married

Must have a lot of romance novels

Generation 9: Pearl

You knew your parent never found much luck in the love department, and supplemented that with a ton of romance novels. Growing up while reading those novels made you fantasize about what the real thing is like, as well as sparking ideas for stories of your own.

Have the traits Romantic, Family Oriented, and Goofball

Max the Soulmate Aspiration

Max the Creative skill as a child and the writing skill later on in life

Max the Writing career in the Author Branch

Spouse must be apart of the Education Career either before or after marriage

Generation 10: Opal

Your parents were very well known in the area, especially since one of them was one of your teachers and was always shadowing you, trying to get you very well-rounded and around good influences. Lets just say, It both did and didn’t work. . .

Generation Requirements:

Have the traits Kleptomaniac, Geek, and Mean

Max 2 Toddler Skills and 3 Child Skills

Max The mischief skill

Get to level 5 in Photography, Logic, Research and Debate, Piano, and Gardening

Complete the Whiz Kid Aspiration and The Cheif of Mischief aspiration

Complete all scout badges

Cannot have a job, but main source of income must be from stealing.

I hope you guys enjoy this challenge, and tag me in updates on how it goes!

#ts4 simblr #Ts4 #Gem Legacy Challenge #Gemstones #The Sims 4 #The Sims #Legacy Challenges #The Sims 4 Legacy Challenge

[morkofday]

RAINBOW noun 1 an arch of colors vicible in the sky, caused by the refraction and dispersion of the sun's light by rain or other water droplets in the atmosphere

2 the unification of colors on a rainbow is often thought to symbolize equality because the rainbow takes all of the visible colors of light and combines them into one

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! ♥ ↳ my favorite lgbtq+ characters in thai media i've (re)watched lately insp. I II III

some thoughts under the cut!

for pride month, i wanted to make something where i could appreciate some of the amazing characters i've come to love. so here they are, and here are some of my reasons for choosing them:

1) shin (tay tawan) - 3 will be free (red - passion, action, courage) i rewatched 3wbf for the third time at the beginning of the year. it is still one of my absolute favorite thai series, simply bc of its vibe and how much i love the main trio. amongst them, shin is my soulmate. he is the calm to neo and miw's chaos, the silence and peace to their roughness and noise. he stands in the sidelines, watching his two companions do their thing and doubts his place there. seeing him end up so happy and loved by so many ppl at the end gives me so much comfort ♥

2) akk (force jiratchapong) - enchanté (orange - creativity, enthusiasm, sociability) when it comes to akk and theo, it’s very hard for me to choose a favorite. i am absolutely in love with theo bc he breaks my heart. him losing his faith to love bc of his parents hits a bit too close to home tbh. but akk... he is so precious. he is lovely, sweet, ready to give his everything at all times. he never asks anything in return. he inspires me to be a better friend by being so selfless.

3) yok (first kanaphan) - not me (yellow - happiness, curiosity, deception) not me has such an amazing mix of characters it’s hard to choose favorites. i find something to love about all of them, but yok has a special place in my heart. i adore his passion - towards his art and his studies and the fight against injustice (and even his quest to seek out dan and then to stay with him). that passion inspires me and it's wonderful to see how in the series his passion inspires others too, allowing them to grow and be better ppl.

4) dew (ohm pawat) - dew the movie (yellow green - youth, hope, eternal life) i dunno if i have ever loved one movie this much or if i ever will. there is just something about this whole story that resonates with me. and then dew as a character in the middle of it all - his kindness, his hope, his faith, his smiles. his optimism in a world painted so dark is heartbreaking but also empowering. i wish there was more of him here. i wish he got his happiness after all the suffering ♥

5) khai (off jumpol) - theory of love (green - growth, luck, materialism) i rewatched tol a little after not me finished bc i wanted to see if it still felt as wonderful. i was a bit scared it wouldn't (i have changed as a person after all) but instead, it was even better. there were many things i noticed only after knowing the whole story and all those things made me ache for both khai and third. but in the end, i once again found myself appreciating khai's journey to self discovery and self growth. he works so hard to become better - to become a better person for third but also for himself. it makes me believe that we all can change if we truly want to and that no matter how many mistakes you make, you can still earn forgiveness ♥

6) tay (us nititorn) - kinnporsche (turquoise - calmness, empathy, secrecy) we see very little of him but in every scene, tay just Shines. he is absolutely amazing and i find his understanding towards everyone, especially kinn, such a huge strength. it requires a lot of patience to handle someone like kinn as a best friend, but tay does it bc he can see good in ppl. he can see into their hearts so easily. it's something i wish i could do myself.

7) fah (mek jirakit) - sky in your heart (blue - security, honesty, depression) i find it a little funny how obsessed with mek i've been ever since watching the gifted. there is just something about his face... but to fah, then. i feel like his character was somehow tailored for me to love. he's competent beyond words but at the same time just a human disaster. he has a big heart but he's gotten it broken so he's afraid to show it to anyone anymore. he's sweet and very caring but only to certain ppl. he hides behind this asshole facade, failing at keeping it up spectacularly bc that's just not who he is. am excited to figure him out and cry more about how prince slowly manages to heal him.

8) pran (nanon korapat) - bad buddy (purple - sensitivity, mystery, wisdom) it's amusing how many of us claim that pran is us. how can we all be him? but at the same time, it's so understandable. it's the collective queer experience i suppose - even a collective teenage/young adulthood experience if we consider what pran goes through. he falls in love and gets his heart broken; then turns himself to stone but never truly succeeds. he struggles with his parents and tries to fit his own hopes and dreams into his life in a way that would satisfy them. he's insecure but also strong af, loved by many ppl but incredibly lonely inside. no one gets him bc he's afraid to share pieces of himself to them. and then there's pat who wiggles his fingers inside all of pran's tiny cracks and pulls down all of his walls and it's so wonderful. it heals me as a similar person. we all deserve that. we all deserve to be loved like that.

9) thorn (suar kritsanaphong) - you’re my sky (pink - compassion, insecurity, comfort) when i started you're my sky, i didn't really find it in myself to like thorn as someone special to me. i rarely feel like that with the main characters so it wasn't unexpected. but he grew on me in all of his selfless, kind, idealistic glory. ep 11 still lives in my mind rent free bc it finally made me understand the tragedy within thorn. he's so ready to give up everything, to chase after this one dream - but he always falls a little short. there is always one more moment to wait, one more obstacle to overcome. one more tiny piece of himself to give up bc he cannot ask anyone else to be the sacrifice either. he literally gives parts of himself away anytime someone (fah) asks for it. and somehow i see myself in that too, how i used to ache after all the pieces i had lost. it was nice to see thorn finally receive some of those pieces back ♥

thank you if you were willing to read this far! happy pride month to everyone and i hope you all know that you are loved, appreciated, and deserve all the good things in this world ♥

#asiandramanet #asianlgbtqdramas #bledit #asiandramaedit #bad buddy #not me series #kinnporsche #theory of love #3 will be free #enchante #dew the movie #sky in your heart #you're my sky #countaspieceofme #tolunalina #ninisdarlings #usermor #mjtag #lextag #userrenee #userhanyi #userjjessi #tonanons #(pretty sure none of these work) #(but well putting them here still) #i love all of them so much ♥ #happy pride everyone!!

[thedivinevera]

The noon

Part 3; the moon

(the series is discontinued unless the author decides)

Xanthus x reader, Xanthus Claiborne x reader, vampire x reader

Angst with no comfort, established relationship

Tw: death and violence, bad grammar, wrong spelling incoming

The night you both met you said to him that the moon is beautiful, Xanthus agrees despite the fact that he already sees it countless times but the last thing he knew it's the sunset that you find more endearing

Blood, everything is blood an ambush has happened which caught off xanthus and the rest, they manage to kill the other hunters but there are more. You on the other side is helpless you are a weak human, and not even a trained one how can you beat them. So you just did what you had to do stay with Xanthus as much as possible so he knew that you are safe

After an hour they manage to comeback in the safe house without major injuries.

“Xanthus? Are you alright?” “love? Yes I'm ok, come here” you walked to Xanthus and sit yourself on his lap, you let yourself fall to his chest “are you alright love? No injuries, wounds” you didn't say anything other than nodding, yes to him “the moon is beautiful right?” you asked him “yes, it is” he answer with his sweet voice lingering with softness and comfort “its as beautiful as the sunset” he agree “i love you so much” “i love you to the moon and back and to the moon once again and back” he laugh for a moment and kissed you cheeks, his eyes is looking at you sweetly, he has his pupil dilated and cheeks blushing, he's looking at you with heart in his eyes and all of his cards reveal to yours truly, you can see damn well enough how head over heals he is to you “you are my world and everything” you smile at him and kisses him on the nose, you stay at there for a moment, a moment where the moon is the witness of yours and his shared devotion and eternal, for a moment you don't want to leave, you want to stay...

“are you hungry?” you asked “no I'm not, you?” “kinda, i will get some food” “be careful” he said still reading the book on his hand. You walked down to the stairs and for some reason you can feel something strange, something different “so, you are his soulmate hah” you got caught off to the voice in the side of the room, red eyes looking at you “who are you?!! xanthus?!!” you shout and taking the knife in the counter handling it properly and ready to attack the Stranger, but a vampire is a vampire, it only need a second for your life to end and for the moment before your eyes close you can see Xanthus eyes looking at you, pained,hurt, lost and confuse. The vampire is gave Xanthus a good fight but when a monster lose his Beloved it would turn tame into feral

Blood is in the carpet, every minutes is count and every second feels too fast, Xanthus heart start to feel empty and your life is like a fast candle melting all its way leaving a dead corpse without heat or light to give to their beloved, please stay with me love, i promise i would figure this out he pray to his heart “Xanthus?, Please—” “love,please don't waste your energy, i would try to get the medical kit for a moment yeah? But i need to make sure you would stop bleeding” “Xanthus—lets face it” you cough a crimson blood leaving your white clothes red with smell of iron “no no no love, please i beg you don't leave me” every second that has past, his emotion and the shine in his eyes are taken “My request, do it yeah?” “ NO, NO, NO— DEAR i though we would have a life after this, please never sleep stay awake” but at the end of the day the angel of death need to take its prescious borrowed life, leaving Xanthus without the shine nor the love he Cherish. Dontis and the other see Xanthus cover in blood and his eyes is dark and scary “they're gone, i want them back” oh the sunset looks so beautiful isn't

#xanthus x reader #zsakuva #xanthus x fem reader #vampire x reader #vampire x human #❦𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀❦ #VERA'SWORK

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - September 25th

 Hey fam got a request for y’all this week--I spent several hours searching for a Stevetony Great British Bake Off fic the other night and I haven’t found it. I know it exists because I read it--if you happen to know what I’m talking about, would you drop a link? 

Ok, here’s what I’ve read recently. 

***Marks my recent favorites 

~*~ 

***The Foodieverse by copperbadge, scifigrl47 

It's an AU where everyone works in the food industry. That makes total sense and is definitely not wildly irrational on any axis.

Care and Comfort by MusicalLuna

Tony offers to preen Steve's wings.

It's been a long time since anyone did something so intimate for Steve.

As You Wish by Heartithateyou

Its the weekly game night for the Avengers, so what happens when a game of charades turns into Steve and Tony having to act out love scenes?

Getting Your Betty Crocker On by thehoyden

He knows it’s not wartime anymore, but he can’t quite suppress the twinge of guilt he feels at measuring out two entire cups of white sugar.

Second Hand Mate by Morethancupcake 

"The bandages had been his idea. The long sleeves too. Tony traces it with the tip of his fingers, before securing the tape, keeping the words away, safe, buried with the first man who ever showed him love and support.

'Second hand mate.' "

The first words his mate will use to talk about him.

Tony waits for it to happen.

Dazed and Confused by tsukinofaerii 

Captain America has a great many duties that need careful attention. He has to... uh... That thing where... Wow, Tony's pants are awfully tight, aren't they?

call the teen sadness hotline! by arypls

They get in the elevator and come out at the kitchen floor, ready to give their son a light scolding and send him back to bed with a proper, healthy — "Absolutely not. The kid already went through all this trouble, let him eat some junk food and make bad choices for once." — tasty snack.

Yet, both men freeze at the entrance; they expected to find a mess and they did, pans and cooking ingredients scattered on the counter. But they didn't expect the young man to be standing behind it in his pajamas, face down on a bowl of... batter?

"Peter?" says Steve, blinking just as Tony mutters under his breath, What the fuck?

Steve and Tony are awakened to an intruder in the tower but they definitely weren't expecting it to be their teenage son having a mental breakdown over his (unapproved) trouble-making best friend/crush. At least that's what they think it is.

the bruising of unfinished business by theappleppielifestyle

"Close friend," Tony says, and Pepper looks older, so much older than those nine years that Tony’s lost.

"Maybe a little more than that," she says, and then allows: "Maybe a lot."

The room goes quiet, and over the beep of the machines, Tony can hear the muffled sounds of Steve breaking down in the hallway.

Morning Wood by avengersincamphalfbloodstardis

Steve wakes up on Clint's farm, with his arms around Tony, and a problem in his pants.

the privilege of loving you by starklystar

“Why won’t you let me touch you?”

It’s a desperate plea, half-shouted and half-whispered, Steve’s voice cracking at the end. Tony stops in his tracks, halfway to the stairs. He doesn’t dare to turn back, and he really doesn’t want to fight, or to leave, to spend the last month of his life away from his husband and their son. But Steve can’t know, can he?

-x-

Or: Tony has palladium poisoning, but he doesn't tell Steve and Peter

Please do shut up, Miss Stark by sheepybaa

In which your soulmate's first words to you appear somewhere on your body, and, predictably, Tony's big mouth gets her everywhere. And by everywhere, she means Captain America.

A decent good night by endlesstwanted

They have to share a bed, but don't worry, Steve always has a plan.

Officer America by Renai_chan

Saving the world is much rarer than it used to be back in WW2. Bored during Avenger downtime, Steve decides to put himself to better use keeping the streets of New York clean as the newest member of the NYPD.

Tony, meanwhile, is all about his uniform.

Please don’t make the sacrifice play by LenkaVittoriaElisse16

When Tony falls ill inside the suit after a mission and sleeps, Steve fears for the worst.

The Only Way Out by Captain_Panda

is Through.

As Captain America: The First Avenger fades to black, Steve Rogers is Not Okay.

Questioning Reality by Captain_Panda

"Nothing's been the same since New York."

Nightmares. It's the nightmares that are eating away at Tony the most.

A post-Chitauri fic where Steve Rogers fills a much-needed void in Tony Stark's life, and both of them confront their own demons.

Darkest Hours by Captain_Panda 

Sometimes, the hardest thing about being a hero is dealing with the demons you can't take down with one hit.

Ergo: Steve has a nightmare; Tony helps.

Aesthetic Appreciation by theappleppielifestyle

“Nice shirt, Stark.”

It’s Natasha, sounding strangely- smug, maybe?- for reasons Tony doesn’t much care to know.

“I know,” Tony says, not opening his eyes. He tilts his head back, lets out a satisfied sigh and rearranges himself on the chair. The sun climbs another inch of his abs when his shirt rides up with the motion.

Today’s a good day, Tony thinks contentedly, and continues sucking lazily on the popsicle.

(Or, Tony wears a crop top. Steve, among other people, notices.)

#stevetony #stevetony fic #stevetony weekly #stevetony fic recs #stony fic #stony fic recs #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america

[totally-original-artist]

Not Even Fate

Inspired by this post by @obeythedemons !!

Content: Satan x gn!MC, angst, Satan is probably ooc...

Context: When you dance, your clothes match colours. After the dance, if you're soulmates, the colours stay, if not, they revert back.

Satan is excited and nervous at the same time. Having been dating you for nearly a year, he was looking forward to dancing with you and finally finding out if you were his soulmate.

In the back of his head he knew there was a chance it wouldn't be him, but he kept telling himself there's no way.

Fiddling with the edge of his iridescent vest he reminds himself of all the reasons he is your soulmate. He reminds himself of the countless nights you two had spent in each other's company, even at the expense of your sleep schedule. He reminds himself of all the intimate moments he shared with you, when you confessed, your first date, your first kiss. These thoughts keep him distracted for a while, unaware of his surroundings.

"Satan?" Your sudden appearance makes the demon jump and you can't help but chuckle. You extend a hand towards him. "Care for a dance?" The time had come, with a deep breath he took your offer, walking towards the middle of the ballroom hand in hand and joining the various other couples ready to dance.

The soft yet bright tunes of the piano start off the dance, followed by the other instruments. One hand holding each other and the other resting on each other’s backs, the two of you start moving to the tune as well, blending into the crowd. Satan watches in awe as both your clothes change color, previously holographic fabric slowly shifting right before your eyes into a bright iridescent green. You look into each other’s eyes, completely lost in your own little world for there was no reason to look around when the person you loved the most in the entire three realms was right here in your arms.

The minutes go by so fast, being absorbed in each other’s gaze Satan doesn’t notice the song is about to end. Only when he hears the collective gasps of a few people does he snap out of it. He looks around as a few happy couples hug or kiss, their clothes matched each other, indicating they were soulmates. Satan excitedly looks at your outfit as well, the green as bright as ever. But just as he looks into your eyes, ready to embrace you, his heart drops.

Right before his very eyes he sees the beautiful green slowly fades from both your clothes. “No-” He desperately grapes at your attire. “Nononono.” He feels your hands on his shoulders and vaguely registers that you are speaking to him, but he can’t bring himself to look away. “Please…stop.” Eyes swelling up with tears he feels his heart race. This can’t be happening, this can’t be real. Despite his frantic whispers, the fabric eventually gains back its holographic hue. 

“Satan…” Why? He felt dizzy, almost nauseous. “Satan!” Why me? You bring yourself lower so that you’re face to face. 

“I’m not…we’re not- '' He's interrupted by his own sob. Trembling hands hold onto you as he lets the tears roll down his face. Satan knows people are watching, that they’re pointing and mumbling at them, but he could care less. He wasn’t your soulmate and there was nothing he could do to change that. You were going to leave him, you were going to love someone else, is this the end? Were the last few months not enough for fate to recognise him as your soulmate? Or maybe he wasn’t yours from the start, maybe all the good times he spent with you were going to come to an inevitable stop and it was all just a matter of time. Before he could let his thoughts spiral any more, you hold his face and make him look at you.

“Listen, Satan.” You say with a firm voice. “I don’t care if you’re not my soulmate, alright?” Seeing him in such a state, you felt your own throat tighten, but right now, comforting him was your utmost priority. “I’m n-not gonna let a piece of cloth choose my partner for me. I’m more than capable of choosing for myself.” Satan calms down a little from your words, relief washing over him. You wipe his tears away as best you can and continue to reassure him in as calm a voice as you could muster. “I love you, I don’t give a damn what fate wants, all I want is you. OK?” He sniffles, Satan appreciated your words, he certainly wasn’t expecting you to say such things. Then again he was fully expecting you to break up with him then and there. Although he felt better than before, there was still a smidge of doubt in his heart. 

“W-what if you find them? Are you…gonna leave me?” He could barely get the words out before he had to clench his teeth in order to stop himself from sobbing.

“No, no of course not.” You felt a little hurt that he trusted you so little, but you knew you would stay loyal to him, no matter what. “I’m not leaving you, ever.” Pulling him closer to you, you wrap your arms around Satan and touch your foreheads. His breath hitches at the suddenness of it, but he doesn't pull away. All the fear and anxiety he had leaves him immediately as you gently press your lips against his.

Fate is going to have to try a lot harder if it wants to separate us.”

Note: Ahhhh I saw the post and I had to write something before I lost the motivation, this was really sad fun to write

#obey me #satan x gn!mc #satan x gn!reader #obey me fanfic #obey me satan #obey me angst #obey me one shot #obey me x reader #gn!reader #gn!mc #soulmate au #i may have cried about the scenario in my head. i hope i managed to put it into words properly