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starwarsfan2004 · 2 years

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She's my little flower || Chapter 4 (Kylo ren x female reader)

(Hey everyone i hope all of you guys are doing well! There is a slight delay in my writing of HBTAOAS "Held By The Arms Of A Sith" there will be more to come i promise so for now enjoy chapter 4 of She's my little flower, and as always enjoy until then)

It was early in the morning still almost you wore your usual tunnle rat look and a small smile that sometimes painted your face, it suited you straight off the bat you were off to your place where you were assigned to repair and maintain the vent in the supreme leaders quarters, you were as quite as a mouse your footsteps barely making any sound you walked with long strides while thinking what your next plan of action is going to be and ofcourse if he the masked warrior would hover over you like a hawk.

You were a bit shorter than him but still a tall tunnle rat that moves swiftly around the super star destroyer's ventilation systems maintaining any issues given to you, hell youd sometimes make a small pitstop station in the vents yo catch some air or having a small lunch break your totally not braking the hour rules of mid day break time for every soul that works on the ship, snapping out of your thoughts you didnt notice he who towers over behind you were looking through your skull to see what you were up to, you felt a bit unease as you looked over your shoulder to see him looking down at your pretty face well thats what he thinks of you..

Pretty

Smart

Talented

And above all beautiful, he couldnt bare to lose such a flower like you to a filthy worm hell he blushes alot under his mask, if it wasnt his mask you would see the true expressions and emotions he is giving off. The one thing he did notice about you was how fragile you were, he didnt want to put all his wait upon you nor would he dare to hurt you..

You turned over to greet him with a smile, "Do you always creep on people like that?" You said giveing him a small chuckle as he tilted his head a bit before giving an awnser a sudden hit what felt like the whole ship was going to crack in two you stumble trying to hold your balance to prevent from falling onto the floor as he grabbed you firmly by your shoulder and waist, this made you have alot of mixed feelings but mainly haveing the thought of what the hell is going on he had enough weight to anchor down to prevent from tumbling over too yet he felt the warmth of your soft skin with his padded gloves, you stood up and without a moment of thinking you pulled away from his grasp as you swiftly made your way to where the loud bang came from makeing almost the ship brake in two.

You know the short cuts, roots and ventilation systems at the back of your mind as you went to the upper class floors only to find a big ass patch of steel pieces and wiring scattered all over the hallway, it was unfortunate for those who got crushed by the debri, you sighed standing there with your hands restingon your kness catching breath after breath "Great more shit to fix can they not fly a ship or something-" you were cutted off as you heard an unholy scream that ended off in a low growl it sent a shiver up your spine wich made your blood run cold... you took a few steps back feeling like something is watching your every movement, your heart was raising that made your hands tremble you couldnt take this anymore as you went to to the large steel door as you were about to make your exit it closed infront of your face...

For kylo he was up the main cockpit of the ship to hear the brief situation on what hitted them, he didnt had time for this he wanted to make sure you were safe until he felt your sudden emotions this made him jolt out of the room with his cape fluttering behind him, he moved swiftly to the hallway you were stuck in he made it to the doors "Are you alright, are you hurt!" He said sending a hint of relief to your body as you replied back with alot of stutters "Y-yes and n-no theres s-something dangerous h-here, get me out of here p-please" he could hear the fear in your voice wich made his blood boil he took out his saber and started to slice through the door as you were huddled in a corner away from where the debri blocked the end of the two way hallway, your lower body and legs were buried under debri as you struggled to get free but it hurted so much.. your fragile body can easily get crushed if more weight was added to the debri..

Kylo eventually got through kicking the door down seeing a space like monster makeing its way to you, he wouldnt let that thing touch you he leaped to the monster and started to slice and dice it with his saber of ligh as the space monster sented out a shriek of pain but it fought back too, eventually kylo made the monstrosity tire itself out by ending it through the heart and then the head he breathed slowly to calm down as the sound of his saber sheath as he made his way to you in a rush he took off the debri crushing you as he saw your face glazed in fear alongside with tears flowing down your cheeks "Your safe with me theres no need to be scared anymore.." he said slowly moveing your body towards him as he scooped you gently up in his strong arms, he didnt had any trouble picking you up because of how light you were "T-thank y-you" you mustered holding onto him as you buried your face in his chest as you felt a rush of safety and reassurance rush through your body, you were soon out like a candle in his arms...

You blacked out, you could only remember the past events of what happened wich triggered your past of who you once were it gave adrenaline to your body as you woke up in shock in the medbay the haert rate monitor beeping rapidly, you scanned your surroundings as you leaned back onto the pillows relaxing as you sighed peacefully closeing your eyes once more to rest in for the day. Kylo had alot of concerned looks by those who passed by him, he didnt care but what he did care was your safety he took you into the med bay as the nurses took you from there before he lefy he took one final look at you before attending important matters.

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hitoshisbabygirl · 3 years

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Authors Notes ♡: WHEW I LOVED THIS I had a time trying to come up with an idea and then it hit me : a princess being saved by fantasy au! Dabi. I’m still nervous with my smuts but heh I enjoyed this a whole bunch to write . Dabi is my favorite villain and I just love him so much, I tried to make him a soft inside and hard outside man in this , I Had fun for our free for all collab and I hope I help give it just a fun twist to fantasy and Halloween spirit ~ I hope you enjoy reading this and much as I did writing it ~ bunny ❥

Warnings :UH NSFW! Demon dabi has two dick (and their thick) , pet names, unprotected sex , a tad bit of a size kink? , a bit fluffy at the end but I think that’s it!

Word count : about 2k give or take!

Paring(s) :Dabi x F! Reader

Even with this being NSFW I had to make it a soft fluffy ending I’m sorry ♡

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Enchanted flames

Dabi

“If you have found this letter the Princess of Yuei needs your help. Meet me in the Enchanted Woods tomorrow night. Ill escape with you if you can save me from the proposed wedding - Princess [ ]”

With a sigh [. ] dropped the letter out of her window hoping someone, anyone , could save her from the doom that awaited her from an arranged marriage that had been planned from her kingdom to be to the neighboring ones prince, a smaller and very...purple hot headed boy by the name of Mineta who was unsavory for a lack of words. Sighing as she watched the paper fall she secretly wished her type of prince would come save her from this hell she expected.

As the night approached she slipped past her guards, telling them she was going out for air in her garden. The two towering men who looked down at her agreed, moving at the way to let the young woman past them and out into the halls, her dress dragging behind her as she headed out the giant doors to her garden. Taking in a breath she climbed over the perfectly managed hedges andddd off into the forest adjacent to the castle, roaming through the woods to her chosen spot to hopefully meet someone who could save her.

“Hello there little sheep, you called for help, correct?” A low, raspy voice called out as [ ] turned around , looking into the dark abyss in front of her. “ Hello? Helloooo? Who's there?” the girl called out as she heard something heavy land behind her. Turning to her right she saw bright blue eyes look back at her from the shadows. Before she could react a rather warm hand covered her mouth as the person or thing dragged her throughout the woods , the two of them slipping into the night. As soon as [ ] woke up her eyes adjusted to a dark but brightly lit and beautiful chasm, cyan and turquoise crystals of all types surrounded the room as she felt intense heat from everywhere around her. Standing up on shaky legs she felt eyes on her from behind. Letting out a deep breath she turned only to run into a barely covered chest.

Looking up from the revealed purple and pale skin , she saw those same blue eyes , lit with curiosity. “Ah you're awake..welcome little sheep to my...well..living quarters” The mystery man spoke as [ ] blinked at him, a grin spreading over his face as he continued to speak “Well i guess the princess doesnt know she isn't in her little castle anymore. Haven't those guards of yours realized they can't leave royalty alone or guys like me come along and take them out of their cute little homes” He said as [ ] gave him a suspicious look , her own thoughts taking over her face as a sense of calm rested over her features “Ohhh so you're the one who found my note..” She said as he gave her an unreadable look , soon walking away to leave the girl in her own world. “I guess he did” she thought to herself as she heard the male come back, a pile of things in his hands. “Here; a change of clothes and something to eat. I tried to be gentle taking you out of those dreaded castle grounds and through the woods but your dress isnt the smallest thing in the world” he said as [ ] let out a giggle , picking up the dark shirt and skirt he had given her along with the meal : some type of rice and meat with soup. Before she could ask the man answered “No i didnt steal it, i told you this is my home , its only natural id have something in this god forsaken place to eat.” He said as he pointed down the cave. “Theres a waterfall ahead if youd like to freshen up there.” And with that [ ] walked down the empty carved walls, finding the waterfall he was talking about.

Once she was finished getting cleaned and dressed she headed back the way she went, seeing the male now cloaked in a dark cape , fiddling with a pile of wood before setting it ablaze with a bright blue flame. “Ah i see you're finished , ILl be heading out , i'm gonna find us some more wood so you don't get cold. Theres a pot over there where you can reheat your food and get more if you like.” As he finished he proceeded to get up and head down another pathway, presumingly to the opening of the chasm “Wait!” [ ] called out as he stopped, turning to the girl with a questioning look back at her. “Yes princess?” he responded to her as she felt a unnatural wave of heat spreading to her face from simply calling her by her actual title. “What can I call you? And how long will you be gone?” She questioned. “Aw are you worried about me?” He cooed as she puffed out her cheeks “I was just curious” She lashed back as the male in front of her laughed , giving her a crooked smile. “ The names Dabi, and i won't be gone too long, an hour or so” Dabi said, giving her a smile as he started to leave again.

“Oh yeah , and there's a spare jacket in the back if you get too cold or that fire goes out.” and with that he left [ ] by herself as she finished up the dinner he had made which was exceptionally good, even better than what she tended to have at the castle. While she waited around for dabi to come back , [ ] looked at her royal dress, the red and pinks making her want to revolt as she pushed the fluffy tooled pile up into a blanket of sorts, covering her legs as she sat there thinking about her predicament “I really ran away...but what else can you do when youre gonna be married off to someone years older than you for land and alliance” she thought with a sigh as footsteps came from behind her , Dabi pulling his hood from his head as he smiled to himself at the girl in front of him “Im back princess” He declared as she turned to him, giving him a small smile as she stood up, dusting off her dress , coming up to Dabi “So...whatcha find?” She started as he pulled the bag from behind him , dumping out different goodies for the two of them. An array of food, wood and fresh buckets for water collections. “Here, this is for you too” Dabi said as he passed her a well woven balck dress, better than the two piece he had first given her. Taking in a deep breath he spoke up “I didn't want you to struggle with rags , so i got you something a little more comfortable and well...suitable for a run away princess” and with that she looked up to him and giggled which was heaven to his ears. ‘Why thank you Dabi..i'm flattered” [ ] said as she took the black dress , running to a hidden corner to change as Dabi smirked “Oh boy..what have i signed myself up for”

Weeks later and multiple posters for the lost princess later, [ ] had a rhythm living with Dabi. They cooked together and he left out to get things from shops ans out in the woods. Word spread that the princess had been stolen and the ugly grape himself had put a reward out for her safe return. Unknown to everyone she was quite content with the dark demon mage Dabi and his home in the woods. He explained the chasm as his work space, a place he could hone in on working with his flames and different elixirs that people needed. He was a half breed of human and demon, his father ridding of him to hide his affair with an otherworldly being, to keep the peace of his people and the overworld people as well. He really wasn’t a bad man, just someone who stayed in the shadows and kept to himself. And [. ] ‘s heart went out to him, as his did out to hers as she explained her own situation. ”Well damn sweetheart at least i saved you hm?” Dabi said as the two of them laughed together about their lives and what they'd like to change.

As the night drew on and they had their fair share of drinks and food that night “Thank you Dabi..for everything” [ ] said randomly as they relaxed by the fire he had started , [ ] wrapped into the oversized fur Dabi made her as the male laid against a log watching the tired girl mumble to him. She gave him a sleepy smile once he put his warmed hand on her face. “You're cute yknow...i'm not gonna let anyone get to you okay?” He said as she shook her head, moving herself closer to him , laying her head on his lap as he rubbed her head until she fell asleep, him soon realizing he was in love with the rogue princess in his lap.

As the next month rolled around , the princess and her demon mage had started a loving relationship, the two of them growing fonder and fonder of eachother. [ ] noticed that Dabi had tried avoiding being around her when she was fresh from the shower or even roaming too close behind her, he even took more time to come home with more ingredients or even sleep opposite to her. She didn't understand the switch from wanting to hold and hug her to avoiding her all day. One day she was able to catch and trap him with her. “Yes princess…?” Dabi ased as [ ] crossed her arms around her chest , the simple movement making him turn from her. “Did I..do something…?” She asked, her eyes bouncing between his as the turquoise she learned to love ignited with heat.

”Oh no doll...you haven't done a thing but make me want you even more..”

And with that comment her eyes widened. “What..?” She questioned. And with that Dabi picked the smaller girl up, pinning her to a crystal wall as she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck.”Dabi…….?” [ ] called out as he started to kiss her neck ,running his rougher hands up the soft flesh of her thighs. “I think i'm in love with you doll..youve been invading my head or a while and all i can think about is making your cute little body want me the burning way i want you...I wanna make you cry out for me all night long...make you mines forever.....is that okay?” He whispered in her ear. With a shudder she agreed , letting him kiss the swells of her brest as he gave her a lopsided smile, picking her up and taking her to a pile of pelts and wool they made into a bedroom to rest in. Placing her down lightly he towered her , taking off his vest to reveal his toned and scarred body “Youre quite a beauty yknow...im glad you trust me…” He said with a smile as [ ] herself smashed her lips against his, cutting off his mushy talk. With a groan he pushed her dress up , letting her breast bounce out from the top. Pulling away from the kiss she helped him take off the dress over her head. With a shy smile [ ] covered ehrslf and laid back, spreading her legs lightly to expose her glistening lips to him

“Well damn, i havent even toughed you yet and youre this wet..what a little slut you are”

He growled out as he leaned back over to give her a kiss , pulling her lower lip as he licke dhis was down between her legs, giving her clit a hard suck as she whinned , closing her legs over his head as he slurped away at her pussy, making sure to watch her through hooded eyes, a tail whipping from behind him as a pair of horns appeared from atop his head, one mangled and cracked the other long and curled “Surprise” Dabi called out as his voice dropped octaves, it coming out as a low rumble as [ ] felt her walls clench at the sound , a chuckle coming from him. Going back to slurping and sucking on her labia and clit , Dabi watch with glee as the gilr under him started to shake, her hips rolling back to his mouth as he bit lightly down on her lips and pulled away from her , laughing at her pleas and whimpers “Turn sound baby and let me show you how much i love you” Dabi said , watching as [ ] rolled over arching her hips back as he smacked her ass, loving the moan she let out. Pulling down his pants he pulled his throbbing member out, rubbing it hard against her clit as she felt her heart jumped at the feeling of how thick he was. All of a sudden she felt hands pull her cheeks apart as a finger rub around the tight rings of her ass. With a gasp she looked back to see not one but two swinging dicks between the burning up male, a feral look in his eyes as he let a low rumble come from his chest “ Sorry babygirl..when I change there's more than just one of me to deal with, i promise i'll be gentle” He said as he rubbed her tight muscles just loose enough to put in the tip, her lower lips drooling as he slid his true size into her throbbing walls, moans and grunts tearing through the chasm as he pulled his hips back , starting to set a rhythm to his hips. While he picked up the pace, [ ] felt herself being full as the two dicks of his stuffed her. She could help the feeling of her walls getting tighter as she came once then twice and not once did Dabi stop, he laughed as he gave her more and more , pushing himself deeper in her as he let out what sounded like a howl of pain as he doubled in pace, reaching down to rub her clit as she screamed, soon feeling a hot and warm gooey feeling flood her senses. Dabi slowed his hips down as he pulled himself from her ass first, then from her pussy and cum started to leak from her holes.

“Shit...im sorry princess I didnt mean to go so rough…” Dabi breathed out as [ ] turned around giving him hr own lopsided smile as she saw him transform backto himself, those turquoise eyes softening as he saw the woman he had fallen for spent out from his own actions. “Geez when you said you were a demon i didnt think it was true…” She laughed as he scratched th back of his neck “Ive never transformed like this around someone….especially during sex but that means I trust you a lot….well doll..let me clean you up and then...we can go fro round two hm?” He smirked as he watched her pussy clench and relase more cum once he said that. “Mhm...clean me Dabi then we can have some more fun..”

#my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #the circus dome collab #dabi x reader lemon #dabi x reader #dabi smut

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years

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Dimmed Lights (Pt.5)

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Roman's hands were shaking, he couldn't seem to focus on anything. He'd been home for all of ten minutes and he hadnt come out of his room the whole time, he didnt tell his mother what had happened.

This wasnt possible. This was all a dream or a hallucination. Tattoos didnt suddenly regain color like that, it was a light trick and nothing more than that. Roman kept telling himself this, he wasnt special, he was Soulless, that was all he'd ever be, no amount of friendship or oddly behaving lights or tattoos was going to change that.

"Ro? Sweetheart? Theres some boys here to see you," Roman froze as he heard his mother's voice from behind the locked door.

"Tell them I'm not here," Roman said, burying his face in his pillow.

"They're at the door with me sweetheart," Roman wanted to cry, he didnt want to see Virgil or Janus, not right now, not when he'd just run off on them. He wished he was a little kid again, small enough that Remus could hoist him over one shoulder like a potato sack, small enough that he was considered cute enough that no one paid close attention to his tattoos, small enough that marks were meaningless to him outside of school.

"Tell them to go away," Roman said, stifling the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. His phone screen flashed, he looked down, it was Hestia.

Hestia: I had to head home because I promised I wouldnt be out longer than two hours, I hope you feel better soon and I'll try to bring you something tomorrow ok?

Roman: Thanks Hestia, I'm fine though, dont worry about it

Hestia: Ok Roman, promise me you arent lying?

Roman stared at the screen for a few seconds, it should have been easy to type the response of 'I'm not', but he couldnt seem to bring himself to do it, so he just sent a thumbs up emoji and tossed his phone to the side. Then he heard the door unlocking.

"Mom you couldve texted me if I needed to come down f-" Roman's vision was obscured by the black mass of clother that had found it's way into his room.

"Roman you scared the crap out of me!" Virgil said, holding tightly onto Roman's shoulders as he pulled away from the hug.

"You say that like it's a difficult job," Janus replied, Virgil glared at him, Roman suppressed the laugh building up in his stomach.

"But seriously Roman, are you alright? You seemed awfully troubled," Janus said, he was running his fingers through Roman's hair. Gods it felt nice, Roman didnt want him to stop, but he didnt want either of them there, he wanted to be alone but he wanted to be held. It was a flurry of feelings and Roman had no clue how to handle them.

"I-I uh-" he went quiet again, words were quickly making themselves scarce in his head. The tears that had been oh so good at staying behind his eyes finally began falling, much to the worry of Janus and Virgil, and much to the dismay of Roman.

"Oh Roman please dont cry, it's alright I promise," and Roman's face was buried in Janus' shirt, Virgil had already joined back in on the hug, Janus' cape wrapped around the three of them.

"Shhh. . . It's alright, you'll be ok Roman, you can do this, just breath," Janus continued whispering, Roman could barely register it through the fog in his head.

It took well over an hour before Roman finally calmed down, but by then the two boys had already left, and Roman was alone until school again.

Hestia wasn't on the bus that day, which had put Roman in a bad mood from the start. This only worsened from the passive aggressive comments on his tattoos, he wanted to curl up in a locker and never come out again, haunting the school sounded like a much better fate than whatever seemed to be playing out for him now. But of course, this plan required fate to be a fair person, and no abstract concept was ever fair if you werent a cookiecutter portion of society.

"Roman!" Roman looked up as he walked into the cafeteria, there was Virgil and Janus, sitting at their usual table, beckoning for him to come over.

So Roman sat at the very opposite end of the cafeteria. He couldnt do it, not today, not ever again. He couldnt drag anyone else down with him. He was Soulless and he was stupid and he mistook a stupid dream for a foolish reality, Virgil, Janus, and Hestia deserved a better friend. Roman was hardly worth the trouble.

He didnt speak to Janus in theatre either, merely moved away and stayed in the back as much as he could. At this point he didnt care if the other kids gave him worried looks, they had nothing to be worried about, that was just how things were.

This went on for weeks, and then the whispers in the hall began. He heard mentions of Virgil and Janus and so brushed it all off as some couple thing they'd done.

And then he heard the words 'new marks'. He didnt stop for long enough to hear the end of the conversation, instead he rushed off to the bathroom, taking off his hoodie, exposing his chest and arm.

And there, clear as they were all those days prior, two vibrant, and practically glowing, tattoos.

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ninjakitty15 · 3 years

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Chapter 7: Ain’t Nothing But A Horned God (Loki x OFC Pairing)

"You know, super strength and natural parkour aside, that kid is really living up to his second identity," I mused as Peter popped in right after Loki and I got dressed in our daywear clothes and were about to binge watch the Orville.

"Why do you say that?" Loki asked, eyeing Peter as well.

"If you get rid spiders the humane way and just release them into the wild again, they will still find their way back in. Hand me that newspaper over here, I can fix that."

"I thought you said he was cute, isn't that a term of endearment?" he teased.

"He lost that effect when he killed the mood I was about to build up here. The fuck you want, kid?" I barked at the energetic idiot Tony loved so much.

"Mr. Stark's not here?" Peter squeaked.

"Hell if I know, ask Friday or better yet, beat it."

My trying to get rid of the kid seemed to somehow have the exact opposite effect I had hoped for, not unlike when a person that can't deal with cats walks into a room with one in it, that cat will instantly greet the hapless person and never leave them alone. Peter apparently grew a pair and turned his attention on me specifically, seeing as he apparently had met Loki while I was in captivity.

"So you're one the team now, huh? Where you from?"

I blinked at his sudden confidence. "Lynn, Lynn, the city of sin," I sang the old tune of my town.

"Where's that?"

"Near Salem," murmured Loki beside me. "No wonder you wanted to go there yesterday, you were homesick."

"You've been in my position before I'm told so I'm guessing you know how I felt."

"Why didn't you just say so?"

"That would mean admitting I actually feel things and I'm not one to catch feels here, gross."

"Have you got a superhero name yet?" asked Peter eagerly.

"I'd have to be a hero first for that to work and I'd rather not."

"Why not, its the funnest! Get to meet all kinds of people and everything!"

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "That's supposed to convince me? Really? Tony told me you were clever too, Loki you're the god of lies, how could you let that slide? I hate people, if anything that'd push me toward antihero or even villain. Kill em all and then add em to the undead army, who's with me?!"

"You said so yourself that would take a lot of energy and convincing to make your victims part of your army," mused Loki.

"Sshh, he doesn't know that. Why are you still here if Tony's gone?" I asked Peter.

"He told me I'm welcome to hang out with the team in his absence," Peter replied confidently. "What were you two doing before I got here?"

"Having passionate s/m sex in every room we can get into, you look a bit too young to join but you're welcome to watch," I teased.

"No one gets to watch that," Loki stated stiffly. "That's for our eyes only. Don't you have homework that needs doing about this time?"

"All finished, Aunt May says I can't go out and be Spiderman till its done. Hey, Mr. Loki, Tony says you're not actually from Asgard but a planet of frost giants, is that true?"

"How astute of him to bring that up," grumbled Loki. "Yes, what of it?"

"What do Frost Giants look like?"

"Pete, hun, you don't go asking gods questions like that," I warned the kid, seeing Loki get all tense and serious. "Didn't your aunt ever tell you to stop sticking your nose in places it's likely to get broken in?"

Loki however had other thoughts though didn't look too pleased in acting on them as his once fair skin started to turn blue, green eyes became red and curious markings formed on his head and face. Peter looked absolutely excited being the obnoxiously curious kid he was but made no move nor questions and just tried to his best not to piss off the god while studying him at the same time. I however couldn't help but reach over to touch his face though he caught my wrist.

"You'll burn with frost bite if you touch a frost giant or one touches you."

"Sweety you are touching me," I noted. "My flesh is dead, hydra already tried extreme temps on me, no sweat."

He quickly let go despite my reassurance in fear he was freezing me with his touch, a blackened handprint remained where he held me for a moment before my necro-magic healed it and I was back to simply being a reanimated walking dead girl. I gently touched his face, my thumb brushing over the markings.

"People seem to think red eyes always means evil here," I mused. "Yet theres a fuckton of superheroes wearing red elsewhere, Tony, this little arachnid that needs to be swatted with a newspaper, Thor's cape. Red doesn't mean evil, it means power, anyone wearing red is displaying a power move."

"You don't wear it," Loki told me.

"Weren't you listening during my many rants? I don't make a habit of displaying what I'm capable of, that totally gives me away before I can even attack. It's all about subtlety, something spiderling here needs to work on before asking gods sensitive questions." I glared at the kid who had the grace to look a little ashamed, it was almost cute. At that point, just for funsies, I snatched the newspaper on the coffee table, quickly rolled it up and started smacking the poor boy with it. "Bad spider!" Peter made little move to defend himself though didn't seem too bothered by being whacked by a dead woman either.

"Don't break him or Tony will kick you out," Loki warned though I could tell he was just as amused by my antics as I was smacking around Peter.

"Dude can catch a bus with his bare hands while some people can barely catch them on their feet, he's fine. Ain'tcha kiddo."

"Stop calling me kid, I'm a teenager," mumbled Peter.

"Which is just another term for a kid that thinks they're an adult so really you're not helping your case here. It's adorable how easy it is for you to dig your own grave, even if it with a beach shovel."

"Maybe he's more likely to break you if you keep teasing him," Loki noted.

I arched an eyebrow at him. "I find your lack of faith disturbing."

At the reference, Peter seemed to perk up again. "You've seen those movies?"

"Sweety, I might have been locked up for 5 years but even I know that everyone's seen at least one of them that's still alive."

"Why were you locked up, are you a criminal?"

"What did I tell you about asking sensitive questions, Loki, give me back my spider smasher."

"She was kept by Hydra, no you will not be beating on Tony's favorite project, especially not when there's surveilance everywhere in the tower."

I rolled my eyes at Loki and glared at him. "Meaniepants."

"Do all necromancers look like you?" Peter piped up.

My glare shifted to him then. "Look like me? You really wanna go there? I might be dead but I can still kick your ass, Spiderboy."

"It's spiderman," he grumbled.

"Not with that attitude it ain't."

He shot a web at me angrily and while I knew he never actually meant any harm and I wasn't quick enough to dodge it, I really hated spiderwebs since the first time I walked into one face first, unable to see it. Death magic rushed to the spot he hit me and essentially dissolved/rotted away whatever the hell the webs were made of so they fell apart and off me. Loki looked at me curiously while Peter looked just a little bit horrified. "Try that again, Pete, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker." My eyes went white while blackened veins popped up around them. That got Peter more than horrified and he backed away with repetitive squeaky apologies. Seeing as he got the message, my face relaxed back to its normalness. "I fucking hate spiderwebs."

"I'm curious, if that was an enemy in front of you and not Peter, what would you have done?" asked Loki.

I turned over to the god and smirked maniacally. "Point me in the direction of one and you might find out."

"You didn't do this when we raided the Hydra base the second time."

"They weren't enemies, they're minions of them. Peter you're really cute but your curiosity is harshing my buzz here, lay off on the sugar and either buzz off or calmly wait for Tony to return. You're like ice cream to me right now, so good but so not worth the brain-freeze it comes with."

"If you're always getting a brain-freeze then you're eating it wrong," countered Peter smugly.

"There's hardly a wrong way to eat ice cream, kiddo."

"Um yeah there is, any way that's not right from a cone. Surely you jest."

"Prefer it with a spoon so I don't make a bigger mess of myself than I already do...and don't call me Shirely."

"Call me biased but I believe the spoon is the better option if we're talking the same food she was wolfing down right after she moved here," Loki noted. "I can't imagine a better way to eat it out of its original tub."

"Plus you can fend off intruders and late night food thieves with a spoon, kinda defenseless since you'd eat the cone after and then you got nothing but a sticky mess to contend with," I added.

"Hold up, that was you that ate my moosetracks ice cream?" Peter squeaked.

"Tony said he bought it and therefore it was his ice cream but he also said his helado es mi helado so not yours at all. Also Thor was the one that finished it because unlike some other Asgardians, he asked nicely."

Loki scoffed and playfully glared at me with crossed arms. "I do and take what I want, there's no need for formalities." His response was a well aimed throw pillow to the face because why else would you call them throw pillows if not for their intended purpose? "Are you sure you want to do that, love?"

"Am I sure? Kinda late to be asking that after the fact, init? But seeing as it already happened, I'm gonna go with yes I am, whatcha gonna do about it?"

"I have to ask if you're sure you wanna challenge the God of Mischief like that?" Peter asked me worriedly.

"Firstly, what's with people asking me if I'm sure, of the three of us which one here is still a virgin and learning the ropes of kicking ass and taking names? Secondly, if you're calling him that based solely on Norse Mythology he's also the goddess of eight legged foals and father of a world ending snake and thus far the only thing close to those myths is the bigass snake in his pants but that's none of my business."

Loki looked beyond amused at me both calling him out on his mythology and representation of it and that not so subtle compliment that may or may not have boosted his ego to the size of Yggdrasil and all the nine realms combined. "While I'm pleased with the last statement about me, I can very much assure I'm the master of mischief, that much of the myth is 100 percent true, Thor can attest to that and any surviving Asgardians besides him that know of me."

"Just because you are known for something specific does not make you the master of it. By that logic, I'm the Goddess of Zombies."

"Hela beat you to that by at least a thousand years," Loki argued.

I glared at my lover and eyed the nearest throw pillow in contemplation, maybe I should hold it against his face gently and then apply pressure. "Sure, if there really was just one realm of gods to go with that might work in your favor."

"What do you believe in then? Where does your faith lie if not in yourself?" he challenged.

"In my life, in my experience and in my line of work there is only kind of gods I follow in faith and those are the gods of death."

Whether he caught onto it or knew my line of thought somehow or not, I couldnt tell but his next response was damn near perfect. "And what do you pray to the gods of death."

I grinned wickedly. "Not today, bitch."

"I'm hurt you wouldn't consider praying for me on your knees," purred Loki.

"The only way to get me on my knees is by taking away what keeps me standing and at the moment you've become my reason to stand these days," I replied smoothly, catching him off guard with the claim of more mortal devotion. "Would think that's obvious considering I come alive at your touch."

We stared at each other for a long silent moment, Loki looking somewhere between admiration and something else I couldn't quite place, his eyes shining like freshly cut and polished emeralds. He also looked torn between wanting to shove me against the nearest wall and makeout or reply with a smoother, wittier comeback because this dude was as desperate to have me as he was to have the last word and prove he was the master of mischief. Men in a nutshell, doesn't matter where they're from or how hard they are to kill. Speaking of things hard to kill, the arachnaboy was still present in the room, watching the two of us verbally spar/flirt before something apparently clicked in his head and he frowned, turning toward me.

"H-how exactly would you know if I was a virgin or not?"

I cackled at his attempt to call me out and act at least a little more confident. "Elementary my dear Parker. Besides the fact you both look and act a day before you're legally of age in this country? It might have something to do with your reaction to Loki's pants snake- there it is! You look different shades of uncomfortable hearing about just the size of someone's dong. Guys usually are either confident with what they got or pretend they are long enough to snag someone to use it on and hope for the best...There's also the fact regardless of age and powers you're radiating with life unsullied, I can sense it on you. Lemme know when you are legal and I might be able to help you with that though." I winked at him, causing yet another priceless reaction from Peter and a scowl from Loki.

"I'm not overly fond of sharing."

"Don't knock til you tried it, besides, I could be six fix under by the time he's open for business, right Pete?" I nudged the poor kid with an elbow for good measure, it was too much fun messing with him.

"I'm sorry, I'm just getting so many mixed signals from you right now I gotta sit down and um wait for Mr. Stark."

I watched the kid scoot away to another room, leaving us alone for once and I grinned and relaxed, turning my attention back to Loki. "And that is how you get rid of a spider properly, if you can't kill it, make it wish it never came in."

"That whole charade was to scare him off?" asked Loki incredulously.

"He's just so precious and innocent, his ears must be burning from the naughty stuff by now. I mean yeah, if he was legal I still wouldn't mind corrupting him physically but I doubt he's got the stones to take me up on that should I be around then. Besides, there's more than one way to sacrificing a virgin these days, isn't that what you gods demand all the time?"

"I'd rather just take you on the sacrificial altar several times over till I'm the only god that can give you what you pray for," he growled.

I blinked in surprised, he was usually a little more clever and subtle in his suggestions and I somehow activated the animal in him with my incessant sexual teasing between him and Peter. "Would the couch do? I don't think the coffee table would survive despite it being solid mahogany." An uncharacteristic squeal of surprise escaped me as his response was a low growl followed closely by a master of mischief pouncing on me.

#loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #lokixofc #loki x ofc #loki x original female character #nell the necromancer #necromancy #loki x nell #avengers #necromancer

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 4 years

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Sorry for bothering you, but I couldn't help but wonder, what do you think of Janus' playlist? After several days of analysing it, I'm so overwhelmed with all the emotions towards the snake boy! The character potential, possible development, ideas for fics are just bashing me on the head and heart! I would love to hear your thoughts on the matter. Lots of love and have a good day! P.S. Expect some requests for songfics for sure!

It's not a bother, thank you for asking! Oh I have many feelings, as I usually do for all the playlists but this one...man. Hope you like long answers XD

First just the overall impression is great. I love the sort of contradicting roaring 1920s nihilistic aesthetic. Makes me think of a tired anti-hero, their cape swirling behind them as they turn away from the chaos, knowing they'll have a mess to clean up later but for right now they would very much enjoy a glass of wine. Its smooth. Its jazzy. It's dark. Its nostalgic in a different way from Patton, where instead of tugging softly at your heartstrings it settles a weight on your shoulders. Not in a bad way, just like someone added an extra five pounds of awareness to what you were already carrying, if that makes sense?

He boils down to an emo with class for me and I love it.

I'm not gonna go song by song but heres a few thoughts.

I absolutely love Black Hole Sun being on it as a vintage cover. Soundgarden is such a good band and this song in particular is one of my favorites, right up there with Tighter and Tighter and Spoonman. It's a dark song that has contrasting themes and means different things to different people, which is perfect for Janus' outlook on life and Thomas. And of course the reference to the snake fits right in.

It Seemed The Better Way is one of my favorites on the list. The style of the song and Leonard Cohen's voice reminds of Mark Lanegan's style and is so soothing.

Talking at the same time just made me think of all the Sides talking through a dilemma but really just arguing and talking over one another, contradicting each other and themselves in the process. It makes me want to bang all their heads together and yell "COMMUNICATION BITCH" which I really hope season 3 addresses the important of good and healthy communication and it takes the last side to do it but I digress. It's a song that points out unfairness and frustrating contradictions and I love that the angsty snake likes this song.

Scarlett Johansens Trust On Me is one I'm posting a fanart of soon, it put such a clear image in my head of Janus smoothly talking to Thomas about listening to him and taking care of himself while below surface level hes desperately trying to hold this vision together of everything being fine while the world crumbles. It's just Tbomas walking along with his sides as they smile as the sunshine while Janus is stumbling behind with an old umbrella, batting away dead branches with his staff while everyone else is oblivious.

Mandy Goes To Med School. Janus canonically listens to the Dredston Dolls and no one else I've ever met listens to them or knows who they are and it fills me with unreasonable happiness that someone on the team got this song on the playlist. Many have interpreted this song as back alley abortions and illegal sex changes, both elective surgeries that have consequences if done improperly. I honestly think the bare bones of this song apply to Janus. Percieved "selfishness over selflessness" and the consequences being up in the air for both. A sort of damned if you do, damned if you dont situation, which definitely paints Janus, at least for me, as a world weary tired ex-optimist who's experiences have shaped his perception of the world in a way that can be hard for others to understand. I think this song fits him to a T.

Evil Night Together makes me think of him, Remus and Virgil just having a ball of a night causing chaos together and laughing all the way through. It fills me with a lot of happiness thinking of the idiocy those three got up to when they were on better terms with each other.

Dont Tell Mama...makes me way too excited fr the last dark side. I get this strong feeling from the song the Janus very much works in the shadows, to the point where hes even a bit secluded from the other 'dark sides' to an extent. Maybe the last one is someone who really tries to run the show and wouldnt be pleased with what Janus is trying to do. Not saying Mystery Orange is evil, none of them are.

I feel like You're A Cad is a comment on him and Virgils relationship. The way that they are now, secretive and closed off, a friendship cant really work between them but they keep coming back no matter how many times they broke eachothers trust. I don't think Janus and Virgil hate each other, I just think they need to communicate better like everyone else does but they kept trying without knowing how and hurting each other in the process.

As Far As I Can See feels like a self deprecating view point that all the "dark sides" have and it makes me want to hug not only him but Remus, Virgil and even Orange until they feel even a little bit better. In this house we love and appreciate our good bad boys.

Change. Okay first: the first line of this song is "theres something in the wind" and in Sally's Song on Virgils playlist the first line is "I sense theres something in the wind." Coincidence maybe and probably but I'm holding out for Remus' for the third. 'Lately, I've been thinkin' it's just someone else's job to care Who am I to sympathize when no one gave a damn?' is such an OOF I just cant. I strongly feel like this is Janus rethinking what his purpose could possibly be if no one is willing to listen. Could apply to Logan too but he has Erase Me already so.....

Come Little Children by Erutan. That's it, Janus also canonically also listens to the Willow Maid and cries the first time he heard no you cant change my mind. He also watches Hocus Pocus every year and loves it. Remus joins him. Virgil did when they were on better terms. You also cant change my mind on this. I think this song is just commenting on how Janus hides the truth for Thomas so he can see the world from a better perspective than what it actually is. Self preservation and lying to ourselves and all that.

Into The Unknown from Over the Garden Wall I think is telling us everything is changing and revealing itself the farther we go with Thomas' dilemmas. They're all stemming from somewhere so where will we end up? Who can say, but in the meantime aren't the lies we're telling ourselves pretty? Janus is observing everything falling apart and hoping he isn't lying when he tells himself everything will work itself out. Only time will tell. It's a sad, longing note to end the playlist on, but it's very fitting.

Overall this playlist cements the fact the the Angst Train really just said "Choo choo mothfucker" and steamrolled on regardless of the fact that were stuck on the tracks. And I love it.

Janus is a sad, angsty boy tired of everyone's bullshit and honestly just wants everyone to get along so he can finally sit back and play his game cube without his gloves on in the common room of the mindscape without being hissed or glared at, and is that really too much to ask? Also, he's crying in the art on spotify, with such a resigned look on his face and I just...my heart.

Sorry this is so long, like I said I have a lot of feelings. Add your own thoughts if you like, you and anyone else who wants to. This is my interpretation of only some of the songs so of course there are more and different things worth mentioning. This is a judgement free blog where all opinions are welcome.

#sanders sides #ask #sanders sides playlists #janus sanders #deceit sanders #janus playlist

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calicosjinx · 5 years

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Day 4: Secret Crush 😱

@kyluxromanceweek I did it again. I wrote something 😵

Day 4: Secret Crush

Theres always a mixture feelings and thoughts filling the room around Kylo Ren. Honestly at this point he was used to hearing it all. Things that ranged from disbelief and disgust that he was the new Supreme Leader, boredom, fear, worry, intrigue, and nowadays senses of hope. Hope that maybe. Just... MAYBE the First Order would finally crush the Resistance once and for all. The Supreme Leader and the General had been getting along better after all. Not great but well enough if all the private meetings Kylo had been calling between the two was anything to go on. Which it could be.

Kylo called them to spend more time with Hux and Hux seemed to enjoy actually talking and being around Kylo. Having his full attention and now not having to be worried about being thrown or hurt with the force by his hands. Kylo to this day still could not make up for that enough.

But suddenly a feeling hit Kylo Ren so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.

It began a little while after General Hux rose from his seat and walked around the table to front of the room. This made him the center of attention, a position Hux had seemed to love with a passion. He began going over a few outlines for an ideal strike and Kylo has been actually listening. But then someone else’s yearning and desire began radiating around him. It was just...oozing out in thick in waves and growing more intensely. The admiration and want was so strong that it left Kylo Ren feeling edgy and more explosive than entirely necessary.

This person. This...unworthy being wanted, of all the people they could’ve possibly chosen, General Hux.

Apparently this officer found Hux’s eyes to be captivating. Otherworldly as they’re flashing in the blue glow of the holo-images of blueprints Hux has provided for a new weapon. They think Hux’s hair more beautiful than a Tatooine’s sunset (as if they’ve ever really seen it). That his golden eyelashes are magnificent. His faint freckles. This person was even captivated by Hux’s damn sideburns (not that Kylo could blame them.) All this Kylo could tolerate.

What he canNOT tolerate are the images that come to the person’s mind when Hux lifts his hand to point out focal points in his blueprints. The moment this fucker sees Hux’s wrist and hears the way Hux’s voice begins to change with the excitement of his ingenious plan, their mind becomes a frenzy. A very x-rated frenzy.

By now Kylo’s jaw is to the right he can feel his teeth grinding and he’s so angry a few items behind him are beginning to vibrate. A glass cup scattered somewhere. How dare this person? How dare this mere officer. This useless, lowly mutt of a creature want General Hux?

Want his Hux?! Yes that is correct HIS Hux. Hux just... didn’t know that yet. No one knew that yet because Kylo hadn’t gotten around to actually telling Hux how he felt but that changes nothing. General Hux was HIS. No one, not even Snoke at the time, was allowed to have him. Mentally or otherwise.

With a growl, The Supreme Leader pushes out of his chair calling the attention of everyone in the room. Hux looks up with a quick sneer and nose twitch but when the Supreme Leader says nothing, he continues on. Now all personnel is torn between looking at the Supreme Leader who’s teeth are nearly bared and the General who is doing his best to continue his presentation like this is normal.

It only takes Kylo a second now to pinpoint the officer who is, or was, listing after Hux. It’s an older but smaller man with greying brunette hair, the strips of a captain’s rank on his sleeve, and is standing entirely too close to General Hux.

With a swoosh of his cape Kylo walks to where Hux is and asserts himself between the two. Immediately taking Hux’s freehand into his own and lacing their gloved fingers together. His eyes narrow briefly at the stunned captain (really everyone including Hux is stunned but that doesn’t matter). Hux arches a perfectly arched brow. His cheeks actually filling with a shade of pink. He is...nervous and delighted? Kylo can see quick thoughts and hear small snippets of Hux’s inner voice. He wanted this. To hold Kylo’s hand in front of the order as one. As more...but right now?!

“Supreme Leader...?” Hux whispers after his eyes flicker around the room.

Kylo smirks. “Gather a team to work on the weapon right a way. Dismissed.”

A choirs of yes Supreme Leaders echo in the room before everyone begins to flee. Hux’s hand tightens in Kylo’s. His face is a mixture of bewilderment and hope and his heart is pounding out of his chest. Hux parts his lips to speak but Kylo cuts him off. Sealing his lips over his not even waiting for the room to be completely empty. Call it immature. Call it foolish. Call it jealousy. Call it stressing dominance. Call it a love confession. Kylo Ren did not care as long as he was able to call Hux just HIS.

“The weapon and whatever you need. Whatever you want, is yours.”

At the same time he used the Force to speak loudly in the captain’s head causing the man to flinch in pain. “And the General is MINE.”

#kyluxromanceweek #kylux #kylo ren #general hux #day 4: secret crush #kelleyxmarie

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taztaas · 6 years

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Hey there! theres a head canon running around here of purring elves. and what could be cuter than a purring half elf Angus McDonald? Maybe purring for the first time around Taako (feeling safe or needing to be comforted). maybe a younger Angus? thank you for taking the time to read this! :)

Hey! I hope you find this acceptable. I went with post-canon where Angus lives with Taako & Kravitz.

Taako is awake as soon as his ears catch the sound of the door to Angus’ room opening and closing down the hall. He pretends he isn’t. Angus is probably just going to get a glass of water and then return to bed like the good boy he is.

Taako feels Kravitz’s cool body pressed against his back; the reaper’s face buried in his hair. He scoots back; burrows a bit closer, just because he can. The heavy arm around his waist tightens its hold and a puff of breath hits the back of his neck. Taako smiles a private smile, he can tell Kravitz is still asleep. Funnily enough, the dead man sleeps like the dead.

The sound of padding feet stops outside the bedroom door and Taako schools his expression back into careful neutrality. He hopes that Angus is just checking in on them on his way to the kitchen. The door opens and for a few seconds, nothing happens. Then there’s the tapping of bare feet on the hardwood floor and a swishing sound that tells Taako that Angus’ blanket is draped over the boy’s shoulders and dragging behind him. Taako cringes inwardly; the late hour coupled with a blanket means nightmares.

Taako listens as Angus makes his way towards the bed over the minefield that is the bedroom floor. He’s glad that Angus is a half-elf with darkvision because otherwise the kid might trip over a pair of heels or whatever and snap his neck.

Angus comes to a stop next to the bed and Taako can hear his breath shaking. Definitely nightmares, Taako thinks and his stomach sinks a bit because dammit, he’s not qualified to handle this shit. He wishes fiercely that Kravitz was awake. His boyfriend might be dead but he knows how to navigate around feelings whereas Taako is always putting his foot in his mouth.

Angus reaches up (the bed is high; Taako has slept on the cold, hard ground enough times to appreciate a good, thick mattress) to grab Taako’s arm. He gives it a little shake.

“Da- Taako,” he whispers and Taako can almost convince himself that his heart doesn’t skip a beat or two at the almost-word. “Taako!” Angus hisses, a bit louder and Taako makes a show of rousing himself from slumber, a part of him still hoping to avoid the situation entirely.

“Mmh… Whassap, little dude?” Taako says, making sure to mumble and blink his eyes blearily. Angus stands in front of him, his small pointed ears drooping and a blanket over his shoulders like a cape. His eyes are red-rimmed; he’s been crying. Taako is flooded with the intense desire to whirl around and shake Kravitz awake before escaping the room.

“I had a-,” the boy starts, hesitates and swallows thickly. “Can I- can I sleep here? Like, for a little bit?” His voice is barely loud enough to hear and after saying his piece, Angus turns to look away as if ashamed and there’s a whispered please that Taako wouldn’t have even heard if he was as sleepy as he was feigning to be. Taako feels like something is stuck in his throat and he’s cursing up a storm in his mind. He’s so bad at this.

“Sure thing, pumpkin. ‘s free real estate up here in Taako town,” Taako says, aiming for casual. He pats the bed with his palm but makes sure to yawn at the same time like he doesn’t really care. He doesn’t know the words he’s supposed to use here but if all the kid wants is to sleep in the same bed? That’s easy enough.

Angus’ smile looks watery still but he climbs up into the bed and curls under his blanket, his back towards Taako, who manages not to sigh in relief. Crisis averted, he thinks and closes his eyes.

Then he hears a sniffle.

He ignores it. Maybe the kid just has a stuffy nose and it will pass.

But then there’s another.

Taako takes a deep breath through his nose, preparing himself. Seems like he doesn’t have a choice here. He needs to do… something. He opens his eyes again and sees Angus trembling slightly under his blanket. He looks so small. He’s just a kid.

“Hey,” he whispers and Angus stills. “You wanna, like, come over here?”

“I don’t want to bother you, sir,” Angus says quietly, muffled by his blanket and something in Taako’s chest bends and breaks.

“You’re not a bother, Angus,” he says, honest for a change. “Come here baby, yeah?” He reaches for Angus who turns around, hesitates for a second, and then surges forward into Taako’s arms. He hides his face somewhere near Taako’s collarbone and sniffs.

“You’re okay kiddo,” Taako whispers against the top of Angus’ head, runs his fingers through curly hair; his touch lingering on the boy’s pointed ears. “Taako’s gotcha.”

Angus, still cocooned in his blanket lets out a deep, stuttering breath before relaxing in Taako’s arms. Taako closes his eyes, feeling drained and more than ready to go back to sleep. His fingers travel idly in Angus’ hair, straying to the back of his neck and around to brush against his little ears. He’s half asleep when he hears something.

Angus is purring.

It’s a quiet and unsure rumble at first like he hasn’t done it in a long time. Taako’s breath catches in his throat. It probably has been a while since Angus has felt comfortable enough to purr.

Taako’s hand stills in Angus’ hair as he is hit by a memory. He remembers being curled up next to Lup, together in some hidey-hole, feeling safe next to his sleeping sister and purring in unison with her, soothing each other.

And he can almost remember even further back, bundled up in the embrace of someone like a mother, lulled to sleep by the vibrations he felt, held against her chest.

Angus feels safe here, Taako realizes and bites his lip to ground himself. He can’t help it, he starts purring too, to let Angus know that there’s someone with him. Taako’s purr has a hesitant start but Angus’ purring kicks up a notch in response and the boy, fully asleep, presses closer. Without thinking, Taako lets out a reassuring trill and Angus settles down with a pleased noise.

Taako starts a little when he feels colds lips press a kiss behind his ear. It’s Kravitz, of course, the asshole. Has he been awake the whole time? If Angus wasn’t asleep (literally in his arms), Taako would kick his shitty boyfriend in the shin.

“Someone’s getting burned pancakes for breakfast,” he hisses. Kravitz chuckles against Taako’s shoulder, before kissing it. “I’m proud of you, love.”

“Fuck off,” Taako whispers half-heartedly because he’s Taako from TV, and he’s amazing at everything he does. Naturally, this parenting thing is no exception.

He feels Kravitz move his arm to drape it over Angus as well and he grins to himself because his boyfriend is a friggin’ sap. And if Taako moves too, to hold Angus a little more securely, well, it’s not like Kravitz would tell anyone.

He cradles Angus to his chest. They’re not alone anymore.

#maemi324 #taz #taaswrites #taakitz #angus mcdonald

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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you learn to need the things that stop you dreaming (biadore) - dylann

Texting Bianca that she has to crash at her place, the ride there, showing up at Bianca’s front door in full drag and carrying a corner store bottle of white wine all sound like things Adore would do. She doesn’t quite remember doing any of them but… it sounds about right.

A/N: hell is a quiet apartment in the middle of the night and all the things that never get said. welcome to all of that, and a side-order of mutual pining, exhaustion and people who have absolutely no concept of self care.

i use drag names for both; he/him for bianca and she/her for adore.

the title is from a song by passenger.

shoutouts to dandee and goneawaygirl for screaming at me and pointing out my typos xo

content warnings for implied drinking and maybe some drug use, all the perks of bad hangovers, so much pining

Adore wakes up because there’s noise. It’s low and steady and for a while, it makes her dream of trains, and then persists until the trains dissolve and there’s only darkness, and then she’s awake.

Her head is pounding and the bed she’s woken up in is cold, and it takes one blind fling of her arm to confirm that she’s also alone. The noise is still happening and now that Adore’s aware of the headache, it’s somehow even worse. She groans and pushes herself up to sit, legs dangling off the edge of the bed as she pulls the covers up around her shoulders.

Under her feet, the floor is smooth, cool hardwood. She blinks a few times until the shadows of the room start twisting into shapes as she adjusts to darkness. It must be really late — there’s a window at the other end of the room, and the blinds are half-cracked, and yet barely any light filters in at all. It’s almost unsettlingly dark. In the city — any city — there’s always some light, a bit of street noise—

This room is dark. The only noise is the constant train-like clatter filtering in through the walls.

Adore thinks to herself that if this were a movie, this is where the music would get low, subdued and terrifying, as if the shadows could morph into the monster that jumps out and swallows her whole any second now. And yet the room stays mercifully still and too quiet — no monster at all in sight — so when Adore feels awake and steady enough to move, she gets up to her feet and heads out into the hallway, hands pressed to her chest and clutching the heavy covers like a cape. The ceaseless noise has faded into the back of her head, the way sounds tend to disappear when the mind accepts them and they melt from annoyance to being forgotten in the background. Still, it’s louder in the hallway and Adore follows it down the hall.

The door to the room at the other end isn’t quite closed; there’s warm light bleeding out under it and illuminating the hardwood in hues of brown and bronze-like orange, just to remind Adore that the world exists past the colorless darkness of the apartment. She pushes the door open just a little bit further, and holds her breath as if that would prevent it from creaking.

The light is coming from a desk lamp that’s perched on a table in one corner of the room, and at the table, with his back to the door, Bianca is bent over his sewing machine, glittering red fabric pooling around him as he works.

Unnoticed, Adore leans against the doorframe and watches him for a moment, the edges of the scene dark and blurry like an old film through the lens of her sleep-heavy eyelashes. The back of Bianca’s head is a mess of pillow-crushed short hair, and his neck curves uncomfortably down as he leans forward and bows his head to get a closer look at some detail. The desk lamp casts its light at him from an angle which leaves him in half-shadow from where Adore is standing, his slim shoulders rimmed in a gold outline which makes her think that if she could see his aura — like, literally, actually see it — it’d probably look exactly the same.

When Adore can no longer bear the vague guilt from sneaking in and watching, unannounced, she speaks up softly, in a sleepy lilt, and leads with a joke because anything else would feel off.

“Aren’t you, like, rich enough to pay other people to do this shit for you?”

Bianca doesn’t quite flinch at her voice but he goes very still for a fraction of a second and then picks up his sewing again as he answers distractedly,

“I started a sweatshop, actually, but my workers unionized—“

“Or are you just makin’ sure your geriatric old man hands still work?” Adore prods, walking over to hover by the desk, right where she knows she’s in his line of vision.

Bianca takes a breath to answer, but holds it in a moment too long and shrugs instead,

“Something like that,” and then, immediately, “How the fuck are you even awake right now?”

The question gets Adore to focus on herself for a moment, and suddenly she’s once again all too aware of her headache, her dry mouth, the vague nausea twisting up her gut. Texting Bianca that she has to crash at her place, the ride there, showing up at Bianca’s front door in full drag and carrying a corner store bottle of white wine all sound like things Adore would do. She doesn’t quite remember doing any of them but… it sounds about right.

“Not by choice,” she shrugs and makes a show out of glaring at the sewing machine. Bianca makes just as much of a show ignoring her and carrying on his work instead.

“I was gonna crash with a friend but she bailed on me,” Adore starts, almost apologetically, as she leans with her back against the wall next to the table.

“Yeah. You told me at least three times.”

“—and I could’ve texted someone else, I guess, but…”

“You knew I was home and wanted to see me anyway, yeah,” Bianca’s voice is halfway to an impression of Adore but just a little too tight to really sound the way he usually does when he’s joking. Adore’s head pounds with each clack of the machine and she lets out a long groan as she slides down the wall to sit on the floor. The surface is too cool against her bare skin, so she pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps herself up in the covers she’d brought, until it’s just her head peeking out, hair falling out of the remnants of her bun to frame her face.

Bianca finishes a stitch and glances down at her, and between the silence as the machine stops and his eyes on her, Adore feels like she’s suddenly under a spotlight. When she looks up to meet his eyes, he’s looking at her in that Bianca way, measuring without judgement, just slightly exasperated but light, all of his annoyance laced with a perfect dose of amusement. He also looks tired.

He looks exhausted in a way that is beyond being fixable with a good night’s sleep.

Adore hasn’t been there for more than a few hours so she can’t be the reason for the tight set of his jaw, the shadows under his eyes, the slightest downward turn of his lips. She takes it all in silently and she must be crashing because what was vague unease minutes ago is morphing into a heavy anxiety which settles at the bottom of her ribs and pulls her down. Adore dreads to think about what it’ll feel like when she’s sober, fully sober, and irritable and hungover in the morning.

“You’ll give yourself wrinkles,” Bianca half-scolds and Adore feels her face drop into neutrality. She hadn’t even realized she was frowning. “And I ain’t paying for your facelifts,”

Bianca adds, just slightly louder, sharper, three quarters of the way to his character voice but not quite there. It’s the not-quite-thereness that unsettles Adore. Bianca is teetering between whatever is weighing him down and constant attempts to return to his usual self, and it’s like watching an underrehearsed high wire act that’s half a second away from disaster.

“Bea—“ Adore starts, carefully, and when Bianca looks away and picks his work back up as a clear sign that he doesn’t want to talk, she shrugs and offers instead, “I can pay for my own facelifts, thank you very much.”

Bianca almost laughs — his shoulders twitch up, which feels like a victory — and then he turns all of his attention to the unfinished garment under his hands. Adore settles in her cocoon on the floor and resolves to ignore the way the sound of the machine feels like drills working their way into her temples and splitting her head open. It is, realistically, a small price to pay in exchange for being in Bianca’s company. It’s been too many months since the last time they’d hung out, and if that’s the way it has to happen tonight, then Adore’s willing to accept the side effects.

Adore’s head swims and her thoughts blur into vagueness for a while but she doesn’t quite drift off. She listens to Bianca work with her eyes mostly closed, breathes evenly to keep the nausea at bay, tightens the covers around her body when she begins to shake.

Bianca, for his part, doesn’t seem to mind her company but he’s not actively acknowledging it either, which is okay. They have learned a long time ago how to share a space in silence, and falling into that rhythm after so many months apart is more grounding than conversation.

Eventually, Bianca swears and the machine stops and it jolts Adore away from her half-sleep.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, shifting to sit up on her knees so she can look at the table, even though there’s no way she’d be able to help at all.

“Fucking— nothing. The fucking needle broke,” Bianca shrugs and he’s already twisting the broken needle off, still swearing under his breath as he sets off to replace it. It’s clear in the way he moves that this is, usually, the kind of issue that would get settled within seconds without ever being a cause for concern. Right now, though, it speaks to something bigger and is enough to set him off, and Adore wants to ask so many questions and offer all of her help, but it feels like prodding at something that possibly doesn’t belong to her and she doesn’t know how to begin.

Bianca changes the needle and then the machine is clattering away again, and Adore settles down with her head nearly resting on Bianca’s thigh. His leg twitches in response and he looks down at her in a way that would be quizzical if he didn’t know her as well as he does. An Adore who’s coming down and sobering up will always be cat-like, desperate for contact, all stray hands and an open invitation to be touched, regardless of the circumstances. Tonight doesn’t have to be, and isn’t, any different.

“What are you making?” Adore asks, using that one second to catch his eyes. That’s her checking in, cracking the door open for a conversation that doesn’t have to be heavy if Bianca doesn’t want it to be: he can just go on and on about fabrics and construction and his ideas, and Adore would listen, and they could feasibly pretend that the air in his workroom isn’t thick with unvoiced anxieties and just enough anger to truly throw any carefully built semblance of calm off balance.

“I don’t know. I mean—It’s a dress. I don’t know why I’m making it, though, it’s not like I’ll ever wear it—“

“I’ll wear it.”

Bianca scoffs at that and Adore isn’t about to let on that it actually stings a little. Instead, she sits up on her knees, her covers-cape slipping off her shoulders, and repeats insistently,

“I would. I’d wear it.”

Bianca arches his brows as he stares down at the garment. It’s a heavy, sparkling red fabric, it will end up becoming the kind of gown Bianca looks breathtaking in, and Adore has never worn. Somehow, his eyes fixed on the unfinished dress are enough to convey all of that.

“I’d wear it if you made it for me,” Adore adds earnestly.

There’s a moment of complete silence, save for the steady hum of the machine when it’s on but not in use, and then Bianca exhales a sigh, his shoulders shuddering with it. It must be the way light hits his body — his frame looks even thinner than usual, and Adore imagines she’d feel bone if she’d reach out and press her fingertips against his back.

“Bianca, what’s wrong?”

He must’ve expected the question, must’ve anticipated it since the second she walked in, because his answer comes swift and immediate, with a decisive shake of his head,

“You’ve got enough on your plate, you don’t wanna know.”

Adore hardens a little, resists the urge to be sharp when she argues, and says quietly, “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t wanna know.” When Bianca doesn’t answer, she pushes, “I showed up at your house and you let me crash in your bed, B, the least I can do is listen… You know I’m a good problem-solver.”

“Who told you that?”

Bianca is, as usual, lightning fast and biting in that terrifying way that’s been making Adore’s head spin since the very first time they’d spoken, and she doesn’t have the time to deal with the way it makes her something in her ribs twist just a little, just as a reminder that it’s still there and is probably never going away.

“Fine,” she relents instead. “Maybe not a solver. But I can listen?”

“Honestly, not much to hear,” Bianca shrugs. The machine picks up again and he redirects his attention as he speaks over it. “This is what most nights look like when I’m home, actually. Some— variation of this. Who the fuck knows. Sleep is for the weak or whatever.”

“You don’t sleep?”

Adore’s voice drops to very gentle concern, in a whisper, because she’s been trusted with a confession and her heart twists with the weight of it. It’s messed up that she’s grateful for the trust; she shouldn’t be happy that Bianca is letting her in when it’s happening like this, when Bianca’s quiet turmoil should be so much more important than her own selfish reasons to consider herself lucky.

Bianca, in turn, shrugs and motions vaguely around the room. The space is cluttered with most everything that makes Bianca Del Rio look the way she does, floor-to-ceiling shelves, too many drawers, racks upon racks of garments, brocades and velvets and satins bleeding out into the space from each crevice. It’s breathtaking, almost, to look around and realize that one room can hold so much stuff - so many gorgeous things - and that it’s Roy with his painfully arched back at his sewing machine in the corner who’s behind all of it.

Not literally, of course. Not quite. And yet, Adore can’t help wondering how many of the gowns that litter the space are the product of his sleeplessness, she wonders if she’d ever complimented one of them, wonders how many of Bianca’s “I made this myself ‘cause I can’t trust any other bitch not to fuck it up” looks have come from nights like this.

She imagines that some nights, it’d be Bianca with a can of Elnett and a rattail comb, teasing out his anxieties into a wig pinned to a foam head, or meticulously detangling costume jewels and organizing them into the plastic drawers that line half a wall, for hours on end with nothing but his thoughts for company.

“Bea—“

“Please. Really. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Adore swallows but nods, pushing herself to her feet. She knows a thing or two about not wanting to talk, about the way her throat sometimes feels like it’d close up and collapse on itself if she tried to, about when to stop prodding and just offer comfort instead.

“Not now?” she offers lightly, because she needs Bianca to know that when he’s ready, she’ll still be there in her bad problem-solver, good listener glory. He concedes with a nod and reaches to pick up the sewing again but his hands falter when he touches the fabric and he huffs out a sigh, almost annoyed at himself.

Adore rests her hands on his shoulders and squeezes a little, and hates the way he shifts into the touch the moment it happens as if the smallest contact is what can keep him from tipping over some edge tonight. Adore’s head hurts for him because she understands, but it also hurts for herself because she’s still probably not even sober and this is nearly too much, and she feels too helpless at the realization that she can only offer some comfort and not much else.

Under her careful, steadying grip, Bianca shivers again so she reaches down quickly and grabs the covers from the floor, wordlessly wrapping them around his shoulders the way she’d glided across his apartment like a child playing royalty, cape-like. Bianca sighs and grips the covers from underneath, holding them to his chest.

“You should come to bed,” Adore offers tentatively, actively compartmentalizing the way the words could sound. That’s an issue for another time, for a night where she’s far away from him and not in the present danger of being too close and too vulnerable in that late night way which feels so far removed from the rest of the world. She can’t think about any of it, not right now. “This stuff will still be here in the morning.”

Bianca exhales another very quiet sigh, and Adore watches as he touches the garment, fingertips so light that it doesn’t move at all. His fingers flex on the fabric, contemplative, and then he reaches to the back of the machine and flips the little light that illuminates the needle off.

“Great,” Adore encourages softly, giving his arm a light pat as she takes it upon herself to turn the desk lamp off. Her eyes retain the glimmer of the dress a second longer and she feels its brightness exploding between the walls of her skull as the room fades to darkness.

Bianca gets up and his chair slides across the hardwood with a scratch, making Adore’s skin crawl. She feels the slightest hint of guilt at her own self-induced irritability, which frankly isn’t anything Bianca should have to deal with right now, so she sucks it up and bites her lip and follows him out into the hallway.

There’s really no debate to be had. Adore isn’t about to pretend that she’s even considered offering to crash on his couch. Instead, she walks ahead of him toward his bedroom, absently brushing her hand across the small of his back in a guiding gesture as she rushes forward.

“Come on. Bedtime,” she announces once they’re in the bedroom, and Bianca, terrifyingly, complies. He heads straight for the bed and drops the covers down from his shoulders without saying anything. Adore sits down with her back against the headboard and watches him — just a silhouette in the dark room — pull his sweatpants off and change into another t-shirt.

“Have you had enough water?” he asks suddenly, and Adore can feel more than see his eyes on her as he settles down on the other side of the bed, kicking the covers into a pile at his feet instead of pulling them up. “You’re gonna feel like shit tomorrow but you might as well be hydrated—“

“Bea,” Adore interrupts, shaking her head. I already feel like shit, she thinks and doesn’t say. “I’m fine. You don’t have to— I’m taking care of you right now.”

Bianca makes a noise that may be a suppressed laugh or a scoff, Adore doesn’t want to know which, and then nods to himself, shifting to curl up onto his side with his back to her.

He doesn’t say goodnight. Adore watches as his breathing slows and her eyes adjust to the darkness just enough that she can study the outline of his back, the way his shoulders seem to soften and drop more than any time when he’s awake as he drifts off.

She doesn’t move for a while. A few minutes, maybe, or perhaps an hour. It’s too late for time to really matter, and she’s worlds away from the nearest human, her chest tight with an uneasy cocktail of nausea and want and helplessness.

Eventually, when it gets too hard to keep her eyes open, Adore shifts and lies down on her back and only hesitates for a second before rolling over to face the wall that Bianca’s facing. The back of his head is a dark blur that covers most of what she can see, and her chest twists as she spends a moment looking at his sleep-flattened hair.

Then her eyes can no longer stay open, and she’s halfway to sleep when she whispers,

“Night, Bea,” into the overwhelming silence of the room.

It takes a minute — or more, again, time stretching out in that late night way, but then Bianca shifts, moves closer with an air of decisiveness even as his breathing remains steady and deep, as though he’s been asleep for a while.

Adore’s too full of unnameable things to resist.

She drapes an arm over the dip in his waist where he’s curled up, exhales a soft sigh and knows it must hit the back of his neck. Bianca shifts into the weight of her arm and settles there, and says nothing for long enough that Adore doesn’t notice when she stops thinking and drifts off.

Adore awakes to a pounding headache and a dry mouth, and she has to dash toward the bathroom before she can register or overthink the fact that she never pulled away from where she’d crashed.

When she tiptoes back into the room, pale and shaky but freshly showered and wrapped in one of his towels, Bianca is still curled up in the middle of the bed, and he looks younger and calmer in his sleep.

Outside the window, through the half-open blinds, the sun is approaching noon.

#biadore #bianca del rio #adore delano #mutual pining #hurt/comfort #tw alcohol #dylann #rpdr fanfiction #submission #canon compliant

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strelitzicae-arts · 7 years

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I made a voltron sky high boku no hero academia AU! I’ll put all their powers and outfit designs notes under cut in case you can’t read my handwriting. Feel free to use these designs and idea, just credit me and either @ me or msg me that way I can see whatever you make. However, please ask before reposting the above artwork.

Okey lets start with all my long convoluted explanations.

Allura:

Power: She can sense, drain, and replenish energy. I chose this cause she restores the Balmara’s energy, and her arc has a lot to do with “healing” (recovering from the death of her people). I didn’t want to give her a straight up healing quirk though, so I decided to have her be able to both heal and steal energy.

Outfit: Her outfit is pretty basic, I tried to mash her dress and wonder woman’s outfit and added a cape. She has a little tube thing with a button on it that, when pressed, turns it into a staff. She uses this to fight when she has to, but avoids actual physical conflict as much as possible. It attaches to her belt.

Other stuff: I designed so that she just graduated (around 17-18) and is a sidekick to a hero, but is planning to go solo soon due to overwhelming public support. She also interns at Altea Academy, the school she went to and that her father runs.

Shiro:

Power: He was born without a power, but after capture by the evil organization GALRA he was given an artificial quirk. He is now able to manipulate metal, and usually metal bends his arm into a weapon to fight.

Outfit: He has a mask that he usually wears, and of course the metal arm. His markings on his outfit don’t mean much, they’re more of a reference to voltron’s colors and look cool. The purple sleeve covering his non-robot arm is also more for style.

Other stuff: I’ve been playing around with a bunch of ideas for him. I think he should start off as a police investigator, he wants to help people and set a good example for his adopted brother Keith. He learns something he shouldn’t when investigating GALRA, and the GALRA capture him and use him as a test subject. After a person from the Blade of Marmora (a vigilante organization) saves him, I think he either joins the vigilantes, or becomes a librarian or smth at Altea Academy to hide from GALRA.

Lance:

Power: He has xray vision (or something that gives him good vision to see what others can’t). I also thought about giving him water/ice powers but I decided against that because it was too obvious and didn’t give me something to fill my sniper Lance cravings. Basically when he uses his power he gets a light blue sheen over his eyes and his pupil turns neon blue. When using them he can see vitals of other people, things far away, or just see a person’s body parts and internal organs.

Outfit: He has a pair of pilot goggle that belonged to his late grandfather, he wears them for style, to protect his eyes, and to help keep others from realizing where hes looking.He has two handguns and a sniper rifle, he attaches them to his belt. He also has a bunch of pouches holding ammo. He has a breastplate under his jacket to help protect him, he did it to appease his worried mom. I like to think his mom and little sister helped design the outfit, while his dad and older siblings helped him make the guns.

Other stuff: He has a huge family, but was the first to develop a power. His family was ecstatic when he said he wanted to be a hero, and are very supportive. He just barely missed the cutoff for Altea Academy’s hero course, but is still in the general studies course and in the same class as Shay. Keith and him were in the same class at Garrison middle school, but didn’t get along. After Keith got into the hero course when he didn’t, the animosity grew even if he didn’t intend to take his frustrations out on him.

Hunk:

Power: He can reinforce other objects. He is a strong boi and helps others, so I thought more of a support skill would suit him. Of course, he can fuck up some bitches when he needs to, but usually he creates shields etc. using his power.

Outfit: He also has some pouches to hold stuff. To fight, usually he reinforces his gloves and throws some heavy punches.

Other Stuff: he also tried out and didn’t make it into the hero course. He took it much better than Lance though, and is an engineer in the support course. He and Lance are neighbors and childhood friends.

Edge Lord Keith:

Powers: He can manipulate flames. He can also make them, but it drains a bunch of his energy so he usually carries a lighter, and increases the flames intensity. After a few incidents, he started focusing his flames on either his blade or sword rather than let them needlessly burn everything.

Outfit: All his clothes are frayed, and he has a bunch of flame designs to match his birthmark.He has two sheaths: 1 carrying his katana, and the other carrying his blade. Very edgy.

Other Stuff: He is the adopted bro of Shiro. he has a flame birthmark. His mom was a vigilante in the blade of marmora, and gave him her proof of membership (the blade) before she was murdered by a double agent GALRA. He and Lance went to Garrison middle school together, they got into a bunch of stupid arguments, and Keith had a bit of an attitude, so they didn’t get along. Keith sorta regrets it and wants to apologize but he also thinks that would be p awkward so he’s conflicted. Shiro getting captured made him want to be a hero.

Pidge:

Power: She can combine items to make new stuff. Thats p much all there is too it. I chose it based off her episodes on the forest planet where she made stuff with that headband thing.

Outfit. That screen goggle thing can show her possible item combinations and their results. Her breast plate has a battery powering that, the knobs don’t do anything yet, but shes planning on adding a speaker system to her outfit to rickroll her enemies. I didn’t draw her a weapon, but she can pretty much make a weapon whenever she needs one. Eventually she probably will get one similar to her weapon in the show.

Other Stuff: She was always plannig on joing Altea Academy’s support class but decided to do the hero course test too cause why not. She did better than she thought, but didn’t get in. IDK whats going on with Matt, I think he was either captured along with Shiro, never left, or smth else.

Random Stuff:

Altea Academy is basically UA academy from BNHA

Lance, Pidge, and Hunk are all moved to hero course after shenanigans

Alfor is principal of Altea Academy

IDK how lions play in to this, I think it could be something like Lance, Keith, Pidge, and Hunk being designated “call when people attack” squad (aka Voltron).

Keith, Hunk, and Lance are 15-17, Pidge is a year or two younger than them (she was moved up a few grades). Shiro is around 5 years old than Keith, at least 18 to be police investigator.

All BOM members are vigilantes, most used to be GALRA

A vigilante killed Allura’s mom, she doesn’t trust them.

GALRA are after something at Altea academy, a secret, Alfor’s head, a student’s quirk, idk theres a bunch of stuff there to want.

I tried to make Shiro’s mask look like a lions face but without details and stuff. Just imagine its a lion mask.

If you can’t tell, Keith is biracial (half asian, half white) and Shiro is Japanese. I suck at skin tones.

I think I might make this a fanfiction, but please feel free to use any of this stuff. Again, credit me. And please please please message me if you write or draw anything for this AU, I would seriously cry of joy if anyone drew something for this small little AU.

I’ll update this post if/when I write a fanfiction for this AU.

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tookawaiitoolive · 7 years

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The Forgotten One

The story of King Solomon and the 72 divine staves was always the same, but like always history wasn't recorded correctly.

But one divine stave was missing, the 73rd stave.

(Focalor x Reader)

~~~~~

You trudged upstairs with your bookbag hanging over your shoulder. The school was finally over and done with, at least for now.

You sighed as you threw your bag down on the floor. If only things weren't so complicated... You shook it off and looked in the mirror to check your hair. The feathers you had weaved into the strands were still intact.

You smiled and laid down on your bed, covering your eyes with your arm.

You closed your eyes tighter as you felt a glint of light in them. You removed your arm and saw it was coming from a gold band on your left ring finger.

Your eyes softened as you stared at the simple band. You knew it was on your wedding ring finger, but for some reason, you couldn't take it off.

It's not as if it was glued to you literally. It was more figuratively. If you took it off, you'd feel empty. You didn't understand, but you always refused to take it off when people asked about it.

You sat up and brought it closer to you to inspect it and as you turned it, it said the same engraving as it always had since the ten years you found it. Forever mine. It was endearing, but the weird part was, you didn't know where it came from or who it come from.

It just showed up in the dusty parts of your room and you felt something towards it. So, you began to wear it everywhere.

You smiled and pressed a small kiss to the engraving.

You laid back down and put in your headphones to relax with some music. As your finger hovered over the play button, a faded image came.

It was of someone's fingers ghosting over piano keys. The same image that came every time you played this song. You never knew what it meant, maybe it was your future, someone's past, or a past life you had once.

You shrugged and played the song. As the song's music started a scene came.

•~•~•~•~•~•

"My king, my king!"

"You are finally uniting the world. Thanks to your great deeds... The day we were eagerly waiting is finally..."

"Don't cry like that Amon you old geezer! Old men are easily moved to tears!"

From behind the group, a girl with light blue hair and purple eyes began to giggle. She was wearing a white corset-like top, at the top of her chest blue outlined it, bell sleeves that started halfway up her forearm and ended at her hand with little blue ruffles under it, white waist cape flowed from behind the white skirt with blue ruffles under the skirt.

"I really can't believe it. So many different species... Have about their pasts and entrusted themselves to you, a single great vessel..."

The same girl smiled at the thought of how far everyone had come, the train of thought was interrupted as her gaze shifted to someone blushing while staring at a man, the blush was soon replaced with an expression of sorrow.

"Huh... You cheater~."

"Just give up!"

"He's right, just fall in love with me!"

The blue-haired girl patted her on the head for comfort. She frowned and walked over to the man, once she was close enough she bonked him on the head with her staff.

"Ow! What was that for, Aoide?!"

"For being a womanizer and breaking Leraje's heart!"

•~•~•

"Aoide, go out with me."

The same blue-haired girl rose a brow, but then rolled her eyes. She got up and put down the book that she was reading.

She grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside to a small garden. Once she stopped she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It was nice going out with you, goodbye lord Focalor."

With that, she walked off leaving him gaping and processing what exactly just happened.

•~•~•

Aoide sighed as Focalor tried to win her over. The poor guy didn't know when to quit. "Focalor quit it."

He pressed a kiss to her hand and held it to his chest. "Go out with me just once," he said.

Aoide narrowed her eyes, "are you done?" She asked. He nodded.

She ripped her hand away from his, "no." She then walked off and left him gaping there once again. Everyone else there to witness the scene began to howl with laughter, especially Leraje.

•~•~•

Focalor was stuck, he didn't know what to do. He'd tried all his normal lines and everything he knew as a womanizer. Surprisingly, none of those caught her eye. How could he get her shining purple eyes to look at him?

He brought his hand to his chin in thought. What could he do to finally catch her attention?

He snapped his fingers as he got an idea. He got up and stormed out of the room, an idea in his mind.

~a little later

"Please."

Aoide stood there slightly gaping at the sight of a bouquet of purple flowers right under her nose.

She sighed and looked around to see no one around to witness his advancement.

Her eyes softened at the sight of him kneeling down. She sighed for the umpteenth time, "okay."

"What?"

"Are you deaf? I... Said okay," she said, blushing. She was going to pay for this later.

"Really?"

"You ask for confirmation one more time and I'll slap you silly," she said, raising her hand.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, "okay, okay." She bit her lip and let out a deep breath, relaxing in his arms.

•~•~• Aoide hummed in bliss as Focalor's hands ran through her hair. She was trying to read, but once his hands began to groom her hair all she could do was feel sleepy.

Her eyes drooped as he weaved feathers into her hair. "Focalor... Stop," she said wearily. He chuckled and continued.

She pouted and then closed her eyes. After a bit of feeling his hands run through her hair, she fell asleep.

Focalor smiled down at her sleeping face and wrapped his arms around her, laying her on his chest.

•~•~•

"F-Focalor~."

He smirked against her neck and continued to run his hands down her curves. He then reached his hands under her shirt to feel her soft (s/c) skin.

"Mmmm..."

He began to trail kisses down her neck and suck on her weak spot. She let out a soft whimper.

He bit her neck, "louder," he commanded. She moaned as he bit several spots on her neck.

"Focalor!"

He smirked as he felt her squirm under him, this truly was a moment to remember for him.

•~•~•

She looked over to his bare form, her gaze shifted to her nightstand. Sitting there was a lamp, showcasing that she was a metal vessel.

She nodded slightly. "Are... Are you scared of anything?" She asked hesitantly. Focalor's eyes widened.

"I'm only scared losing you."

She hugged him from behind, "you're not going to. I promise."

Focalor laid a hand on hers, "I hope so. Aoide?"

She looked over his shoulder, her long blue hairs spilling over her eyes, "yes?"

He turned to her and held her hands, "marry me."

She chuckled and rose a brow, "that was a more of an order than a choice. Do I have a say in this?" She asked.

He froze and blinked, he then regained his composure. He smirked, "I already know what you're going to say."

Aoide laughed, "where's my ring then?"

He smiled and from the palm of his hand came a gold band with an engraving.

Forever mine.

•~•~•

Aoide smiled as everyone in her underground city was flourishing and enjoying her music. After becoming a Djinn everything changed, the world they knew was gone. Her attire was now a white skirt that reached to her ankles with a slit going down her leg, she also wore a white crossover crop top. A gold necklace rested on top of her chest, as well as gold cuffs on her forearms.

Although, as she looked at all the smiling people she felt a little gloomy. She hadn't seen Focalor in quite a while and was growing lonely.

Ever since becoming a Djinn she wasn't able to see him.

The only reminder she had was the ring he gave her. She sighed, but then perked up as she saw Ugo with Aladdin.

"He's adorable!" She exclaimed.

"Sorry, Leraje! I have too many beautiful girls here in "Alma Torran" for all the others I have just one word, adios!"

She rose a brow as she heard Focalor's voice. Her eye twitched with anger, "lord Focalor, if you don't get rid of the whores you're with, I'm gonna come over there the beat the shit out of you. That's a promise, not a threat."

Focalor paled as he heard this and froze.

Baal sighed, "Focalor, you should really find yourself a wife. Maybe then you wouldn't be a womanizer."

He quickly recovered, "I already have one," he said simply. Everyone's eyes widened.

"WHAT?! WHO?!"

"Aoide."

Now it was Aoide's eyes that widened, "why'd you tell them?! I'm gonna kill you!"

•~•~•

"Ugo, there's still negativity in some people. As much as I'd hate to say it, I don't think showcasing Aladdin will allow it to dissipate. Let me help."

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"I can't say. It's a secret of my tribe, but I can use it now. I think it's the right time."

Aoide waved her staff, a piano appeared and she sat down. Her fingers ghosted over the keys and she took in a deep breath, she then began to play.

theres a point where it tips theres a point where it breaks theres a point where it bends and a point we just can't take anymore

theres a line that we'll cross and there's no return theres a time and a place no bridges left to burn anymore

we can't just wait with lives at stake until they think we're ready our enemies are gathering the storm is growing deadly

now its time to say goodbye to the things we loved and the innocence of youth how the time seemed to fly from our carefree lives and the solitude and peace we always knew

Her power as Djinn was music. The power she gained from Solomon allowed her to project her voice to let everyone hear.

theres a day when we'll fight and we're not gonna fall theres a day when we'll stand and a day when we won't crawl anymore

there's a moment in time and there's no going back when we're pushed too hard and we won't hold our attack anymore

we can't just cling to childish things as evil just grows closer humanity's in jeopardy this fight is far from over

now its time to say goodbye to the things we loved and the innocence of youth with a doubt in our minds why we chose this life and at times we can't help wondering...

were we born to fight and die? sacrificed for one huge lie? are we heroes keeping peace? or are we weapons? pointed at the enemy so someone else can claim a victory?

The purpose of her power was to manipulate people's minds, feelings, and actions. As leader of her tribe she had all that power, but thanks to Solomon it was stronger. Singing this song is allowing her to give everyone hope.

But as the song finishes she's going to disappear. Putting her feeling of hope into her rukh, she's going use this power to send it all to everyone who has lost it.

A tear ran down her cheek.

I'm going to miss you all, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, my people.

My tribe.

My friends.

And most importantly...

now its time to say goodbye to the things we loved and the innocence of youth how the time seemed to fly from our carefree lives and the solitude and peace we always knew

I’m sorry... Focalor

After the last note was played, she disappeared. Only leaving her rukh behind to flutter to every misguided soul.

I love you.

The moment, the deed was the done. The metal vessel she had broke and vanished into dust, only to be blown away by the wind.

No one had to time ponder on this or mourn because she was quickly forgotten as if she never happened.

~Earlier

"What?"

"If you use your power, you'all be able to use it once. So, use it wisely," said Solomon.

"Why am I only able to use it once?" She asked.

"The power is too strong for anyone to use and be fine. Even for me. The moment anything about a person is manipulated, it'll be too much power to use. Especially when it comes to their feelings, the feelings you'd want them to have can't come from anywhere. It would come from your rukh. And once the power is used no one will remember you."

She bit her lip and hesitated to answer. "Okay. I'll be sure to be careful."

Just as he said, everyone had forgotten. Everyone expect one person, Focalor.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You sat up and felt your eyes and hair. You hair seemed the same, you went to the mirror and sighed in relief as your (e/c) was still the same.

"Y/N, GET DOWN HERE!"

You didn't have time to think of the scenes that played as your mom called you.

"COMING!"

You left your phone sitting on your bed, as you closed the door a bird flew to your window and stared in.

#magi #focalor

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