#| their main-go to is braids so i thought i should lean towards that but the bob has me in a chokehold?????

[hallasimss]

[togrowoldinv]

I Can See You

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Working out with Natasha leads to more

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (R receiving), face riding (N receiving), thirsting over beefy Nat

Note: I just think that Natasha working out… yeah. Enjoy this one!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

The tension in the training room is palpable. Natasha wears only shorts and a sports bra as she gets in her daily workout.

You try not to watch, but your eyes are glued to her muscles as she bench presses easily double the weight of her body. Her arms flex and veins near her neck are visible as she moves the bar up and down.

Wanda lands a punch to your side when you’re not paying attention. You fall to the ground and hold your side.

“I thought we were sparring, y/n,” Wanda says. She reaches a hand out to help you stand up.

“We are,” you say. “I was just-”

“Distracted by Nat, I know,” Wanda says, an affectionate chuckle following her words. “You should make your move.”

“Or not,” you say. “She’s way out of my league.”

“Oh please. I’ve seen the way she looks at you. She’d go for it if you would.”

“We’ll see. Let’s just spar.”

You get back to training with Wanda, but soon she is off to practice her magic with the rest of the enhanced individuals. Only you and Natasha are left in the room.

She does pushups while you lift some weights. Again, you find yourself distracted by her arms. Nat glances at you at the right moment. A smirk finds its way to her mouth.

“You know I could use some help over here,” Natasha says.

“Oh, sure,” you say. You leave your weights on the ground and walk towards Natasha.

“Hop on,” she says casually.

“Hop on?”

“Onto my back, printsessa,” Natasha answers. You feel the nickname in more than just your heart.

“Nat, I’ll break you.”

“You won’t,” she says. “And in all of this time debating it, you could’ve done it and my workout would be over.”

You don’t argue any longer. You sit on the middle of her back, and she continues to do pushups. Miraculously so. She doesn’t seem phased at all by the weight of you on her back.

“Think I can do them one handed?” She asks you.

“Oh, I think that might hurt,” you reply.

“Watch this,” Natasha says. She lifts one arm up and places it behind her back exactly where your thighs are. Her fingertips brush against you as she does the push ups one handed.

“Oh my god,” you mumble to yourself.

Natasha does about fifteen pushups before she returns her other hand to the ground. She lowers herself down and you stand up again. She sits up but stays on the ground.

“Care to hold my feet while I do sit ups?” She asks.

“I thought pushups were last on the list,” you counter.

“I changed my mind.” She shrugs.

You sit on your knees in front of her and hold her down by her ankles while she does sit ups. Her form is perfect of course.

You notice the glimmers of sweat forming on her abdomen and around her perfect red hair. Her braid is messy from exercising, but nothing could ever make her hair look bad. She is perfect.

“Enjoying the view?” Natasha asks while she’s lying back. You swear she moves in slow motion as she comes up from the sit up. Her muscles flex with every movement.

“Is it bad if I am?” You decide to be bold. Or at least honest.

“Nope,” Nat says. “I asked you to help me for a reason.”

“What reason?”

“So I could tell you that I can see you,” Natasha answers. She sits up one final time and remains up. “I can see you looking at me from across the room, down the hall, across the table. All of it.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, ducking your head shyly.

Natasha brings her strong hand to your chin and lifts it. You look into her eyes.

“Don’t be sorry. I look at you too. I’m just more subtle,” she says. “But if you want to, we can kiss. We don’t need to tell anyone.”

“Really?”

“Really. You can be my secret addiction, detka.”

Natasha waits a moment for you to reply, but when you don’t, she leans forward until her lips are mere inches from yours.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” She asks, the rasp in her voice strong.

“Please,” you say barely above a whisper.

Natasha kisses you until you can’t breathe. Her hand stays on your chin while the other finds its way around the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

She breaks the kiss to sit up on her knees and push you back onto the ground. Natasha hovers over you before she kisses your lips again. This time you let your hands roam over her body. Her hair between your fingers while your other hand rubs over her abs feels perfect.

“I want you, baby,” Natasha says against your lips.

“You have me, Natasha,” you reply.

She grins and moves her lips to your neck. Nat moves her hands under your shirt and pulls it over your head. She kisses down your chest and to the waistband of your pants. She tugs at them and pulls them down just enough see your pussy.

“Oh god,” she mumbles. She brushes her finger over your entrance. “So wet me for me. So fucking wet.”

“Natasha,” you moan.

“I’ll take care of you,” she says.

Nat rubs your pussy while she kisses your hips and thighs. You never imagined she would feel this good. She decides to stop teasing and she uses her lips to help her fingers along.

“Right there,” you mumble.

Natasha hums against you and continues. Her strong shoulders keep your legs spread apart for her. She places a few more sucks to your clit and you’re falling apart underneath her.

“Good fucking girl,” Natasha says. She licks you clean and moves herself up your body. You feel the wetness through her shorts.

She kisses you again. This time with the taste of you on her tongue. Subconsciously, she grinds against you as she mingles her tongue with yours.

“I want to ride your face, printsessa,” Natasha says between kisses.

“Please,” you find yourself wanting nothing more.

Natasha slips off her shorts. The lack of underwear makes your core ache for her again. She positions herself over your face and begins to rock her hips. You hold her hips and help her move.

Nat lets out the most perfect sounds as you slip your tongue through her folds.

“Oh, I have wanted to do this for so long,” she says. “I thought about you taking me on this floor so often.”

Her own words spur her on further. You had no idea she saw you like you saw her. With a few more minutes, Natasha is whining above you.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she says, her voice breathy. All you can do is hum, but it’s enough to tip her over the edge.

Her movements become erratic before coming to a halt as she coats you in her cum. She slides off of you and lays on the ground next to you. Once your head becomes less dizzy from pleasure, you turn to look at her.

“Hi,” she says cutely.

“Hey,” you return the sentiment.

Nat glances at your lips before she kisses you. You take charge this time and straddle her with your core lining up with hers. You kiss every inch of her exposed body. And you slip her bra off finally. You take her breasts in your mouth and hands. Every inch of her is perfect.

“Feels so good,” Natasha says, feeling her pussy rubbing against yours while you worship her breasts.

“So fucking good,” you agree.

You both pick up the pace of your hips and soon you’re coming together this time. And it feels perfect. You lay on top of her as you both come down from your highs.

Her hand comes to your lower back as yours rests over her stomach. She kisses your head right at your hairline and sighs contentedly.

“Best workout ever,” Natasha says.

“Agreed.”

“Do you want to shower me?” She asks.

You lean up from her and nod. She grins and you help each other stand up. You follow Natasha into the elevator to her room, stealing a few kisses on the way.

You’re so glad and you and Natasha see each other.

[luvlloyd]

[🌺] hi Aiden Clark lovers!! (and anyone interested lol)

quick question for y’all,

if I were to write a Aiden Clark x reader fanfiction and post it on Wattpad (and or maybe here depending on how many are interested), would you guys read it? I provided an excerpt and additional details of the story so you guys can read my writing style and get the flow of the story. Its just an a portion I took out from my story.

Would this be something you’d guys like to read more about? I just wanna know whether or not I should actually publish it 😭

Thank you sm and have a good one!! <3

excerpt and additional details below cut

feel free to skip, this is just a brief introduction

welcome to tunnel vision by @PR0D13Y

Aiden Clark x Reader

★﹒WARNINGS | gore, violence, death, mentions of bullying, angst, trauma, manipulation, kinda absent parents. (NONE OF THIS IS MENTIONED IN THIS EXCERPT THOUGH)

…As I gazed at my phone, my anticipation was bubbling for a response back. I waited at least two minutes until it dawned on me that she had deliberately left me on delivered. With a scoff, I tucked my phone into my jacket pocket.

I loved Ashlyn, truly I did, but there were moments when her actions got on my nerves. Take now, for instance. Every time I tried to talk with her on a deeper level, she always pushes me away. While I understand that she craves space, her cold demeanor towards me has yet to unfrost, even after seven years from once we first met. We are inseparable, at least in the eyes of others. But in reality, there always seemed to be an invisible wall between us when we talked…

I sighed as I equipped my helmet and mounted my motorcycle, a sleek black base adorned with line art in my favorite color, a cherished gift from my parents on my sixteenth birthday. I gave the bike a pat, murmuring,

"Just you and me, buddy." Glancing at my hand, I hesitated as if waiting for a response that never came… The silence clung onto the morning horizon, leaving a distance feeling of emptiness inside of me.

With a roar, I ignited the engine and maneuvered onto the main road from my driveway, the morning breeze caressing my skin. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a gentle glow on the indigo sky. It felt like a moment of pure freedom from worries and thoughts, just me and the open road. Humming softly, I navigated the quiet streets of my hometown. Arriving at the modest school building, a familiar sight in our small town, I parked my bike and removed my helmet with a smile.

I sat on a bench outside the main door, tapping my feet impatiently, waiting for Ashlyn. My fingers idly scrolled through apps on my phone until I heard the groaning of wheels and the slow halt of a yellow bus. A flurry of students emerged, I spotted a familiar redhead with two braids, her green eyes scanning for me until they locked onto mine. With haste lacing her steps, she made her way over to me.

"Let's go," she muttered, and I rose from the bench, amused by her slight irritation.

"Surprised you have friends!" a playful voice chimed from behind her. She turned, her expression tightening but saying nothing. And then I saw him…

His eyes, a deep crimson, reminiscent of the darkest rose, held a mischievous excitement as they met mine. His slightly disheveled blonde hair caught the early sunlight, casting a soft glow around him. He was an unfamiliar face, but an attractive one if I were to be honest…

He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, glancing up at me up and down as if saying, well well well, look what we have here...!

Behind him stood a taller figure, with a boyish face. He was rather lean but had an awkward demeanor to him. Ashlyn shot me a warning glance, but I couldn't resist the urge to open my mouth.

"Hey, I'm (name). You guys must be new here," I greeted, flashing a friendly smile despite Ashlyn's audible groan. Aiden's face lit up with enthusiasm…

Thank you for reading!! Please let me know what you think <3 This is just an excerpt of the text and isn’t the complete chapter.

[saintsands0rcery]

Sunset And Storms - (Saints and Sorcery)

Pairing: Gale x f!tav

Summary: reminiscing comes with its own price

Tw: I am not sure when I should use trigger warnings but here are the main points - grief, death/mention of death

Words: ca. 1000

Ao3

Most sunny days the curtains remained drawn. Well, not all of them, every now and then the the once-adventurer would sit in the early morning light and bask in the rays of the sun, eyes closed, only disturbed by the sound of the sea beneath.

Once the day truly began though, she couldn’t help but think of her friend. All the noise and happiness. Children playing chase in the streets especially, somehow.

Each morning.

With a sigh she took on the last remnants of the golden glow, now that the world had quieted down again. She leaned over the balconies railing, feet hocked beneath the banister to secure herself. Gale would be happy to know she didn’t deliberately put herself in danger, Cyder thought, unlike during their travelling days.

She halted for a moment as she was swept up into the fond memories. The smell of the campfires smoke, still caught up in Gales hair as she snuck into his tent later that night, the warmth of his body against hers. Her hair in twin braids-

She swallowed, tugging at the braids her husband had arranged her hair into that morning. Cyder had never learned how to do it herself. Previous to meeting Karlach she had kept it loose, always at a loss as to what to do with her horns.

Now Gale did it for her, she didn’t even need to ask anymore. Her days started with his hands running through her tangled locks paired with gentle words and kisses pressed to the back of her neck.

She was lucky. Somehow.

She remembered exactly how oblivious she’d been - and how her friend had nudged her into the right direction. Always jesting that everyone but her and Gale knew.

She leaned a little further, holding on to one of the beams forming the top structure of the balcony. She could feel the heat of the sun burning hot, stinging her eyes, the wind cool against her skin.

It was hard to remember how beautiful the world could be at times.

The front door opened with a creak, it had done so since the temperature began to cool a little. Cyder halted for a moment, refusing to blink, waiting as the afterimage of the bright evening sun burned into her vision.

There was someone who would want her to enjoy this. All its beauty, all its wonder. She knew she was wasting her time staring, she knew.

“Cyder?” he didn’t catch her by surprise - she expected him behind her - it was the tone of his voice that made her falter.

“Gale.” She smiled as she turned towards him, knowing that it fell flat, knowing that there wasn’t much sense in concealing where her mind had wandered. The Tiefling climbed carefully back down to greet her husband.

“What are you up to, exactly?” he asked as he gently wrapped his arms around her.

“Nothing, really.” She muttered, taking in his familiar scent. He was perfection, the way the light accentuated his wide, dark eyes. The silver in his hair…

He nuzzled his nose into her hair before pulling away to kiss her forehead. “Did you think of her again?”

Cyder nodded.

Gale glanced down at her hand - the one without the ring. The memories of his beloved kneeling beside Karlach, clutching her friends hand in hers were still fresh in his mind. He remembered how her voice had broken as she promised to not let go of her, not for a moment. Now the only reminder of Kalach’s existence left to Cyder was a net of deep burn scars across the palm of her left hand.

He remembered vividly how she had pushed away Shadowhearts attempts to heal her and how he had held her later, when they were in their room after the celebrations had died down.

She had managed to stay cheerful through it all, for the sake of her friends memory. Of course reality settled in only with time, it always did.

He had rinsed the wound with water and alcohol, cut strips out of an old shirt and gently bundled them around her hand. He had drawn her as close to him as he possibly could have, promised her to never leave her side, gave her all the comfort he could.

“It’s unfair, don’t you think?” the way her voice was firm and not barely above a whisper told him all he needed to know. He could read her like a book.

“What is?” He asked, now wanting to interrupt, but wishing for her not to fall silent again either.

“That I am right here, and she is just a memory now. If I think of-“ she halted, frowning “- well, if it had been me. I wouldn’t want to be your memory. I would want to be the thing that keeps you going, not what stunt you.”

He puled her to him again, her death wasn’t a thing he ever thought about. Sometimes it appeared in his dreams though, waking him up with his heart galloping and his fear so all-consuming he couldn’t help but reach for her comfort.

“not that I would ever leave you.” she smiled up at him, genuine this time. “I believe she is somewhere int the colours of the sunset, the power of a storm, the laughter of a stranger. She’s not for me to touch or talk to whenever I want. She’s not here but I am, and even though that doesn’t feel right, I know that she would hate for me to cling to that darkness. That’s the hardest part.”

Gale tucked a lock of hair behind his wife’s ear.

“Can we go for a walk? Tomorrow maybe?” her voice tore him away from the thought.. It was very unlike her to plan on doing anything when she was deep in her thoughts just moments earlier.

“If you wish to.”

“I do.”

[minniebbang]

within the forest | chapter 10

pairing: fairy!Chan x princess!reader x prince!Seungmin word count: 2.6k words summary: A normal birthday celebration with Chan and Seungmin, everything will go well, right..? a/n: atp, I can say that I'm bad at coming up with a summary--

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A soft humming escaped from the princess's lips as she hooked an earring to her left ear, the little fairy sitting on her vacancy became her sole audience for her little show. Beomgyu snatched a nearby tissue and wrote a message to her with his gold dust. He purposely sneezed to gain her attention. It was his typical way Beomgyu started a conversation in his little fairy form. She stepped closer toward him, leaning into the vacancy.

“You seem happy today, your highness. Did good news reach you?”

“Today is my birthday, Beomgyu and I can’t wait to spend it with Seungmin and Chan!” She unfolded her hand in front of Beomgyu and with a little hesitation, he climbed onto her hand. She began spinning around her room as the thought of spending another day with Seungmin and Chan excited her more than she had expected. Beomgyu had held her palm tightly to control himself from vomiting and flew off her hand.

A knock on the door was all it took to save Beomgyu. The fairy flew out her window when she headed for the door. She opened the door and was greeted by Sara holding a tulip. The maid smiled widely as she expanded her arm toward Y/N. 

“Happy birthday, Princess Y/N! I pick up this before I come here.” 

“Thank you, Sara!”

“Let’s get your hair done, should we? I can put this flower on your braid if you desire.”

“That will be lovely.”

Sara chuckled and closed the door after her. The rest of the morning was filled with Sara and Y/N’s laughter as they shared what they would do today. 

His hand ran through the dresses on display, mind running through every possibility of her reaction to the dress. A frustrated sigh left his mouth as he grabbed a handful of his hair. He averted his gaze to Taehyun who was buying fruits outside the shop he was in. He never thought finding a perfect gift for someone would be this difficult. Buying a gift for his friends rarely crossed his mind because all his friends were temporary.

“Come on, Chan! Think of something.” He mumbled to himself. The store owner had his eyes on Chan for some time, emerged from the counter and walked up to Chan. Amidst his busy customers, he saw Chan had the hardest time choosing, alluding to how long he had been standing at the same place and the constant zoning out.

“I see you are having a hard time choosing. Can you tell me what she likes? I can help you, son.”

Chan’s hand retreated from the dress and faced the old man.

 “Oh uhm…she likes flowers and anything to do with nature. She’s like a child when she gets excited over something small. Her brown eyes look so ethereal under the blinding sun, that I would like to stare at them for a long time. She brought a huge change in my life.” A fond smile made its way to Chan’s lips.

“You really love this girl, don’t you?”

Blood pumped onto Chan’s face and he immediately rubbed his right ear when he realised his words sounded like he was in love with Y/N. He vigorously shook his head.

“You took it wrong! She’s like my little sister!”

The old man chuckled and patted Chan’s shoulder in a fatherly manner.

 “Whatever you said, son. She must be lucky to have you.”

Chan’s face turned into a much brighter shade of red at his statement. The old man took one dress from the display and presented it to Chan. It was a soft yellow dress with a pink flower motif all over the dress and a puffed sleeve. It was simple, something that Chan didn’t expect to get recommended by the owner.

“I always say to myself that a sincere gift is more worthy than an expensive gift. Let me pack this up for you, son”

The owner returned to the counter. Sincere – why was he worried about Y/N liking the present or not? 

After paying for the gift, Taehyun and Chan returned to the cottage. Chan twisted the doorknob and immediately sneezed loudly, causing Taehyun to jolt back in surprise.

“Are you okay, Chan?” He asked and Chan just nodded, looking at the ground. The floor was covered with gold dust that belonged to none other than Beomgyu himself. Taehyun placed his things in the kitchen and dragged Chan to the backyard after he had put the dress in his room.

Taehyun could guess the reason behind this gold dust mess in the living room. Upon pushing the door to the backyard, his guess was right. Beomgyu’s back was facing them and some bunnies were hopping beside him with a pink ribbon stuffed between their lips. Birds were putting ribbons and flowers on trees. Beomgyu’s wings flapped rapidly until a small mountain of golden dust formed under his wings.

“I’m sorry Chan. Beomgyu did this when something excited him” Taehyun had his head down when he spoke.

“It’s fine Taehyun. The tree already cleaned up the mess.” He patted Taehyun’s shoulder.

Chan went to Beomgyu and asked him to make some arrangements for the decorations to which Beomgyu nodded and instructed the animal. The bunnies quickly hop toward the birds, handing the decorations to the birds. Taehyun stood far from the event. A tender smile crept up on his countenance as he observed how the animal approached Chan with ease. Soon, he joined them to prepare for this evening’s celebration.

“Good evening, princess and happy birthday! So, where are we heading today?” Seungmin asked and planted a kiss on the back of her palm. She laced her hand with him and dragged Seungmin into her room swiftly. It had become his routine to visit Stellious because of their wedding. 

In the past few days, they had ditched their responsibilities to get to know each other and the kingdom better. The prince had just arrived when she sneaked him inside her bedroom. To say Seungmin was confused was an understatement. The princess childishly glanced at him, causing the young prince to become bewildered once he stepped inside her room. She took the black feather under her pillow and held Seungmin's hand.

“Remember when I said I would bring you to meet Chan one day?”

He nodded with enthusiasm 

“Well, let’s go! Close your eyes”

Seungmin shut his eyes and a meadow came into his vision once he unfolded them. The birds' sweet melody greeted his ear and flew above them as if welcoming their arrival to Chan’s little cottage. She pulled him toward the cottage.

“Promise me you won’t be so surprised when you meet him.”

Seungmin raised his thumb and they entered the house. 

“Little flora, I’m in the backyard!” Chan’s voice erupted. Without her lead, Seungmin busted into the backyard and his eyes widened in amazement, he never thought he would see fairies that only appeared in his fairytale book. The three fairies halted their action as their gaze met the prince’s glimmering and curious gaze. The animals that were with them dashed away, terrified of the newcomers.

“I’m sorry for not telling earlier but this is Prince Kim Seungmin, my future husband.” She grinned sheepishly. 

“It’s alright! Finally, we met in person, Seungmin! Little flora had told me about you a lot.” Chan uttered, smiling at Seungmin. Seungmin replied with a big smile stretched; one that Chan always saw on a kid's face. His glimmering eyes reminded Chan so much of a puppy that his siblings adopted before he left their house.

“I’m delighted to meet you too! I mean the three of you! I thought you guys didn’t exist. Honestly,  you guys look even better than I imagined!”

By this time, Beomgyu had turned into a little fairy to hide his blushing cheeks which didn’t go unnoticed by Taehyun. Beomgyu rested on Taehyun’s shoulder, burying his face into the blonde’s neck. 

“Where did that ashed-hair fairy disappear?! I never read a tale that said they can vanish right in front of your eyes!” 

“I apologise for that, Your Highness. Beomgyu is pretty shy when it comes to compliments. The small fairy on my shoulder is him.” 

Beomgyu flew off from Taehyun’s shoulder. A wave of gold dust appeared and under them was Beomgyu, cheeks reddened. Chan chuckled and gently grabbed Seungmin and Y/N’s hands. He gestured to them to sit on the mat in the middle of the backyard. 

When they settled down, the princess just registered the decoration the animal had put up. Behind them stood two trees, a string of letters tied on its branches, forming a ‘happy birthday’. A tower filled with dessert and snacks was on the mat as well.

“Did you prepare this by yourself?!”

“With the help of them of course!” He pointed to the other fairies who swiftly entered his cottage when all eyes were on them. Taehyun mouthed something to Chan before fully shutting the door.

“Seriously Chan, you don’t need to prepare all of this. Being with you and Seungmin today is enough.”

 “Well, compared to what you had done in my life, this isn’t enough to repay them”

He averted his gaze to the prince and beamed “I hope you enjoy this dessert, Seungmin. Is not much”

“This is more than enough, Chan. Thank you for preparing this!”

The evening went on with Seungmin asking question after question toward Chan. Some questions were odd to ask but Chan answered them honestly nevertheless – it was entertaining he’d say. Their interaction was wholesome to watch. From her point of view, she saw figments of herself and her mother telling tales about the outside world in her bed, a single lit candle witnessed their laughter and smiles.

Out of consciousness, a tear poured down her cheeks. She hastily wiped it off but Seungmin held her hand and glanced at her worriedly.

“Are you okay? Did we make you feel left out or anything?” He asked, panic evident in his voice and she felt the grasp tightened. She rapidly shook her head and cleaned the stain with her free hand. She didn’t know why it had happened either.

“I’m okay, you just remind me of my younger self. Anyway, I’m glad you’re comfortable with him, Seungmin.”

Chan looked up to the sky and immediately grabbed their hand, dragging them to a familiar riverside. Seungmin and Y/N exchanged a confused look when they arrived and Chan simply pointed to the other end of the lake where two mountains stood side by side. The sun was slowly disappearing behind the horizon, and the golden rays mingled with the sky, creating an orange-coloured sky for them to watch.

“It’s gorgeous” she muttered.

He became more infuriated every time he glanced at the dagger on his desk. His assassin promised a beating heart of the fairy in the morning but nothing. Blood coated the dagger and its metallic smell spread throughout the room, causing nausea to anyone who set foot inside. He gritted his teeth as he stood up from the comfort of his chair, palm slamming to the desk.  

He threw the dagger across the room and it clattered against the floor, his face was burning red as he marched toward the door. Relying on someone else wouldn’t fulfil his dying hunger so he better take it upon himself.

He rushed to his horse in the castle front yard and shoved Gale away before climbing up on the horse. He gave the horse a harsh slack and it ran out of the castle, the king clenched the rein in his palm as the horse picked up his speed toward the forest. Once the forest registered in his view, he pulled the rein and the horse followed suit, its feet came to an abrupt stop as it neigh.

The king’s eyes widened at the sight of huge blackthorns growing from the ground, concealing the forest’s entrance. It looked impossible to cut it down with a sword. He dismounted from the horse. His knuckles had become white from the strength of his clenched fist, he could feel his nails digging into the skin of his palm. 

“You’re a tomato, Your Highness” Someone snickered behind him, causing the king to whip his head to the source. Duncan showed him a smile while tilting his head – a smile that was too eerie to call it a normal smile. He approached the thorn and caressed its harsh surface.

“I’m sorry if that was rude, Your Highness but I believe you need my help?”

“I’ll never beg for help from you, Duncan!”

“Even if your precious daughter is at risk of getting killed? That’s just irresponsible. ” He jeered 

His jaw tensened at the statement. “Must I remind you that your people almost killed my daughter?”

“You’re slightly wrong, Your Highness. He was. After he broke the rule, he was simply a betrayer to me” He spun around, resting his gaze on the king’s. 

“I believe we have been in this stage before, Your Highness. Don’t be silly; you asked for my help before. You can’t kill him without me, you know that better than anyone” He smirked

Chan’s shoulder suddenly stiffened after a wind washed over him. His eyes observed his surroundings while he stood up. 

The air felt heavier. 

The hair on the back of his neck stood up. 

This wasn’t right…

“Chan? Something’s wrong–”

“Y/N look out!” She heard Seungmin shout before her view was completely covered by Seungmin’s chest and a warm sensation flowed from her forehead. His hand clenched around her shoulder as a grunt escaped. 

Her heart stopped beating momentarily when she saw an arrow piercing through Seungmin’s shoulder. Beyond his shoulder, she caught a figure hiding among the trees, preparing to shoot another arrow. Chan cursed under his breath before wrapping his arm around their waist and launching himself into the air.  

Although it began growing dark, she could make out the figure. Oh, how she wished the sky was coal black.

Chan landed on the ground and quickly screamed for Taehyun and Beomgyu. The called fairies exited the house and horror was written on their faces. They helped Seungmin into the house and pulled the arrow out. Seungmin chewed his bottom lips as Beomgyu cleaned up the wound.

“It’s going to be alright, Your Highness” Taehyun comforted as he hovered his hand on Seungmin’s wound. His hand glowed and before Seungmin’s eyes, his skin began attaching itself. A small gasp bubbled out from Seungmin as he ran his fingers over his injured shoulder – there weren’t scars or invisible marks.

Chan’s fist clenched as he headed to the door. Seungmin shouldn’t be injured, it should be him instead, the prince was innocent. She noticed his behaviour, grabbed his wrist, and shot him a begging look.

“Whatever is inside your head, please don’t do it. I don’t want you to be injured after Seungmin“ She pleaded, the edge of her eyes began brimming with tears. Chan released himself from her grasp gently and shook his head

“Stay with Seungmin, promise me. Return to the castle after this, don’t wait for me.”

He gave her a forced smile. His footsteps echoed through her ear and she swore her vision blurred briefly. In her blurry vision, she saw Chan’s gigantic wings facing her while huge orange flames devoured everything around her. She heard him muttered sorry to her before darkness consumed her.

Was that her imagination or a piece of her forgotten memories?

[littlebodybigdreamz]

A Day On The Beach pt.2 <3

Hi all sorry for kinda dragging on this second part, I had finals then went to Mexico for three weeks but don't worry I've been writinggg I didn't forget about this :) so here enjoy and the final part (pt.3) should hopefully be uploaded within the next few days.

With Peace -A <3

The rest of the day flew by quickly; I was back in my hotel room trying to pick something to wear later. I settled on a black flowy-long skirt, a white ruffled blouse, and some black flats. My hair was put into two loose braids on either side of my face pairing it with a black hairband. Dangly white feather earrings, as well as my cultural bracelets with the precious evil eye to protect the energy around me. And of course, I paired the outfit with some fine silver rings. 

When I met George, he brought me into a tight hug, his familiar cologne hit my nose as I felt my legs giving out under me as we pulled away from the hug. With his arms still wrapped around my waist he pulled me into a kiss. I sighed in relief, kissing George was going to be my new favorite thing. Once we pulled away, we smiled at each other, “You look divine”, George said kissing my cheek. “You don’t look so bad yourself Harrison”, returning a kiss to his cheek. 

We smiled once more to each other as we walked hand in hand to the car. 

Once we arrived at the restaurant, George held my hand in his, smiling as the waiter guided us to a secluded area. We sat at a table in the middle of an indoor garden above the restaurant, when we were finally seated George asked for a bottle of wine, white, my favorite. As the waiter walked away George looked into my eyes, reaching for my hands, he sighed contently.  

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to ask you out for, I've waited so long for you my dear”. He kissed my hand sweetly. “I’ve actually never thought this would happen to be honest”, I replied with a sly smile on my face. “Oh, so you’ve thought of us going out before?”, he asked, a confident smirk spread on his face.  

As my face grew hot and red, I prepared myself to answer, then the waiter returned with the bottle of wine in hand.  

“Here you two go, now have we thought about what you’d like to start off with tonight?”, the waiter looked at George then at me, shit, I hadn’t even looked at the menu this whole time. I’ve just been a googly-eyed mess, my thoughts were interrupted by George. “Yes, we’ll start off with the cilantro and sunflower seed dip and chips, please”. He said ever so politely in his cute accent.  

“You got it Mr. Harrison”, she smiled and walked away. 

“I’d have to guess you’ve brought others here?”, you asked having a feeling this wasn’t his first time here with a girl. 

“Urm-well”, he began to scratch the back of his neck as he continued. “Yes, but they weren’t you”, he recovered ever so slightly. To this you chuckled, you had to give him some credit, he was a charming man for sure.  

“Ah okay”, was all I responded pouring wine into my glass. He smiled, “I don’t know how long I've watched you. But I've watched you for so long it feels like I know you deeply already”, he said in a sensual husky voice. 

My cheeks flushed bright red as he leaned across the table to kiss me. I returned the favor and leaned in as well. We kissed as sparks flew all around us, oh boy I was already falling deeply for this man. 

Once we separated, we noticed the waiter walking towards our table with the appetizer. That was quick, I thought. Maybe every time they knew George was coming, they already knew how to prepare what he usually ordered for his dates.  

“Here you go enjoy! I’ll be back soon with your main course order”, She smiled leaving. George looked at me, “What?”, I asked sheepishly. “You have tha’ look on your face doll, what are you thinking about?”, he asked curiously.  

“Hmm, how many girls have you brought here?”, the question flew out of my mouth as soon as I opened it. George was a little taken back by my question. “Uh, - I actually. Maybe we should just eat some of this dip. It’s actually pretty good”, he said digging a chip into the green colored dip. I smiled politely because I wasn’t going to ruin tonight with my questions, though it bothered me.  

We spent the rest of the dinner eating and talking about our weeks and life. I took a few pictures of George as I loved documenting my life, he flashed a cute toothy grin and smiled at the camera. The rest of the night continued like that, till we were outside my room. 

He turned to me and asked, “Did ya have fun tonight dear?”, he peered down into my eyes.  

“Yes, you actually surprised me tonight Harrison”, I smiled, the thought of having gone on our first dinner date to the same place he took many other women still ran rampant through my head. As my smile wavered the boy pulled me in for a kiss, it was obvious he was trying to make up for something. As his hands roamed my back he pulled me into a deeper kiss, he lightly pushed me against the door to my room. 

When my back hit the door I let a low whimper escape from my mouth. “You like it rough hmm?”, George whispered in my ear lowly. I bit my lip and nodded, was I about to sleep with George? I asked myself.  

“Shall we move this to your room or mine?”, he pulled away to look into my eyes. I wanted to say yes but my thoughts kept winning, was this the same game he played every gal? 

George looked at my face with an eyebrow raised, “Y/n, you’re different you are not like any woman I have ever been with. You are the epidemy of beauty. In fact, I’ve been working on a song, I think you should hear it. I was going to wait till it was released. But no better time than now”. He grabbed hold of my hand lightly and walked me towards his room door.  

[masquerain-with-a-mask]

questions 1-35 :)

YIPPEE!!!!!!

i will be doing this with shelby because i am obsessed with them if you weren't aware

They are ! I associate them with brown because, well, it's their main color for their dmc5 design.

They tend to lean towards genres such as post-hardcore and punk rock. I mean, their favorite band canonically is Hail the Sun (i have a problem.) Not really sure about a favorite song, tho.

They use a revolver ! Reason is they're terrible with any sort of melee weapon !

They're pretty resourceful actually. They're plenty capable despite how silly they act.

With clothes. They don't particularly care about aesthetics as long as they're comfortable, but they do try to at least have some sort of cohesion when it comes to colors nowadays.

They braid it ! It's very important and in general if they don't braid their hair it means they are not doing great because Shelby takes braiding their hair very seriously (i am also partial to ponytail shelby but that's unrelated they had a ponytail in before the nightmare)

I never really thought about a favorite animal for them tbh.

Shelf. Their old roommate back in the Order called them that once and it just stuck. Shelbs and Shell are also nicknames that are used for them, but really, Shelf is the most common one.

Don't know about a favorite food but what I can tell you is that they'll like about anything caramel flavored, that their favorite ice cream flavor is pistachio and that they absolutely loathe cranberry and cheetos.

They don't wear jewelry. It's not practical and they don't like the feel of it.

we're both a little silly. however they are an extrovert. i think we could get along.

They've been around (as a dmc o.c, they existed as an entity in my brain long before that) since July of last year I think ? Their birthday is July 27, because that's the first time I mentionned them to my best friend as a dmc o.c. They think celebrating birthdays is rad.

English and Italian. They're fluent in both (i am not.)

They're not too bad but don't expect them to calculate anything too complicated with just their head.

They only have their mom and dad, with whom they grew up. They started living with them again after their second relapse.

They do not have pets but they definitely pet stray cats.

probably making mud puddles and rolling around in them. i can see them doing that.

They used to lie a lot, so they're working on that. Stealing and killing isn't their thing, they don't like that. (we don't count killing demons)

Nah they're actually really chill, you'd have to really try to actually make them angry and not just a bit pissy. And even then, they're the kind of person who gets sad instead of getting angry.

They can drive, but they don't drive a lot, because they do not own a car.

Unsure, never really thought about that either. They just like being outdoors.

They used to have a lot of nightmares, but they're much better now, so yeah, they sleep pretty well.

I don't exactly have a voice claim for them currently. The closest thing I found to how I think they could sound like currently is albedo in genshin impact, but i'm not 100% sold on it, so this info should be taken with a pinch of salt. They can probably sing, they're not going anywhere with that voice of theirs but they do not have the worst singing voice.

They read and they nap. That's about it.

Their hearing is fine

They're pretty deft. And they're fast. Also their hands are really steady.

Not really. They've never been too into sports.

They show it only. They almost never say how they feel about someone because they're terrible at verbalizing it. But if they care about someone or if they dislike, they'll make sure they're aware of it.

Nah.

Once again, nah.

They do ! Both giving and receiving gifts. They don't really have an ideal gift, they're honestly really easy to please.

They drink. So much coffee. Iced coffee, more specifically. They can almost always be seen with iced coffee in their hand. Why do they drink so much of it.

It took the dmc crew a while to realize that they didn't really know Shelby despite having seen and known them at their worst. They're good at pretending to share a lot when in reality they're sharing like. the bare minimum. The chill and silly attitude is appreciated, but they wish they'd be a bit more open about how they actually feel. (shelby is working on it they swear they are that's part of the reason they're working on their tendency to lie)

Shelby would honestly describe themselves as just some guy. Because ultimately, that's what they are.

They already have :)

[sacredsorceress]

Know You Better || Bucky Barnes

pairing: 40’s!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: your brother’s best friend, bucky, rescues you at the dance club and walks you home, but you both have feelings that are a bit more than friendly

a/n: i have been on such a 40s!bucky x rogers!reader kick i’m so sorry but i hope you enjoy! reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2.0k

warnings: attempted assault, fluff

masterlist || request || taglist

1940

Listening absentmindedly to the brunette seated beside him, Bucky took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes trained on you dancing across the room.

He wasn’t sure if you had seen him when you walked in, but he sure as hell did. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as soon as he caught you walking into the establishment with some of your friends, not even taking six steps into the building without some guy asking you to dance. Although he was there with his own date- a girl he had asked out at the diner yesterday- he regretted it as soon as he saw you in that other man’s arms and felt his heart drop to his stomach.

He hated it- thinking that way about you- he knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. You were Steve’s sister. There were thousands of eligible ladies in New York and he just had to have feelings for his best friend’s little sister.

He should have seen it coming- he had always had a soft spot for you- getting into fights any time someone looked at you the wrong way, making up lies about his sister begging him to ask you to braid her hair just so he could see you without Steve there, and even the simplest things like knowing he laughed harder when you were there laughing along with him. 

As much as he hated it, he wasn’t the only one who had seen it either- his mom teasing him that one day he was gonna settle down and marry that Rogers girl, him having to slap his hand over his sister’s mouth because he just knew the little punk was gonna let it slip one day- he was undeniably soft for you with only you and Steve being none the wiser.

Watching as the guy rested his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him, Bucky began to feel his blood boil. Who did this guy think he was anyway? He didn’t deserve to hold you close like that. He didn’t know you. He didn’t know you the way that Bucky did.

As the band continued to drone on in the background, Bucky began to grow tired watching the sight of you two together and was ready to head home until he saw you shake your head adamantly and part from the man, making your way to the far corner of the dance club where the bathrooms were situated, the man you had just been dancing with following behind you.

As soon as you left his line of sight, Bucky put out the cigarette he had been smoking in the ash tray. Cutting off the brunette whose name he couldn’t even remember, he pulled out his wallet, leaving cash on the table before standing up.

“It’s been nice, doll.” He said. “But I’m gonna have to go.”

Without another word, he shoved his wallet into his back pocket, striding over to the back corner of the building.

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Swinging open the door of the bathroom, you saw the man you had just been dancing with waiting right outside the door in the tiny hallway just off the main room.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, bumping into the man you had never caught the name of.

“One more dance?” He asked.

Shaking your head, you chuckled nervously trying to push past him. “No, sorry. I can’t.” You faux apologized. “My brother’s waiting for me at home and I don’t wanna worry him.”

Just as you attempted to move past him, he pushed you against the wall of the dimly lit hallway and grabbed your hands when you tried to shove him away. Struggling in his grasp you jolted backwards as his head made its way into the crook of your neck.

“C’mon sweetheart.” He whispered. “The night’s still young-”

“She said no.” A familiar voice spoke up from behind him.

Feeling a sense of relief wash over you, you took advantage of the man’s distraction and shoved him away from you, Bucky grabbing him by the collar of his shirt as he stumbled into him. Shoving him against the wall you watched as Bucky’s face came inches away from the man’s.

“Listen man.” The guy said throwing his hands up in the air. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Yeah?” Bucky asked. “Didn’t look like that to me.”

“C’mon pal,” The guy chuckled nervously. “Just let me go and we can forget this ever happened.”

“Y/n?” You heard your brother’s best friend ask.

“Yeah?” You answered, standing up straighter.

“What do you think I should do with this guy?”

Wrapping your arms around yourself and checking the time on your wrist watch, you shrugged.

“I don’t know, Buck.” You sighed. “It’s getting late. Steve’s gonna wonder where the hell I am. I told him I was just goin’ to dinner.”

Heeding your words, Bucky pulled the man’s face closer to his.

“You got lucky this time.”

Once Bucky saw fear in the man’s eyes, he felt satisfied, throwing the man to the floor and watching as he scrambled to his feet and ran out of the hallway. Turning back to you, Bucky pulled the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, slipping one out.

“I could have handled that myself, ya know.” You said, still leaning against the wall.

Shaking his head, he scoffed slipping the cig into his mouth.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.” He said looking up at you, pulling a lighter from his other pocket. “You and your brother, Y/n... ya know... sometimes it would be nice to hear a ‘thank you’.”

You understood what he meant- Bucky was looking out for you just as he always had and as much as your pride hated to admit it- you were glad he had come to your rescue when he did.

Watching him bring the lighter to the cigarette that hung from his mouth, you shook your head.

“C’mon, Buck.” You groaned, snatching the lighter from his hand. “Those things will kill you.”

“There’s a war going on, doll.” He said plucking the lighter from your grasp. “I think a cig’s the least of my worries.”

Hearing the pet name slip from his mouth, you began to feel the heat rise to your face.

In all the time you had known James “Bucky” Barnes, you had heard him call dozens of girls that name, but never you. He had always called you by your name or teasing nicknames like “punk” or “kid”- never “doll”. That name was saved exclusively for girls you took on dates and kissed on the walk back to their apartments - not you.

But as he used the name on you for the first time, whether it was an accident or not, you felt butterflies floating in your stomach.

A part of you hated that you didn’t hate it and the other wished he would call you that again and again.

“James please.” You urged. “You know I hate the smell of those things.”

James.

As much as he loved his nickname, the sound of his first name falling from your lips was sweet as honey and so intimate he swore he would do whatever you asked when you said it.

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he shoved it back in the pack and into his back pocket, pulling up his sleeve to check his watch.

“You’re right.” He said, clearing his throat. “It’s getting late. Let me walk you back home.”

Following him out of the hallway and into the main room, the sound of the band still playing in the background, you spotted the man Bucky had just thrown out speaking to what you assumed was one of his friends. Adverting your eyes from him, you instinctively moved closer to Bucky, wrapping your hand around his bicep.

Feeling your touch against his clothed skin, his heart skipped a beat as he pulled open the door of the club, both of you moving outside into the cool summer night air.

“Why were you here anyway?” You asked, walking alongside Bucky on the sidewalk. “You have a date or something?”

“Yeah.”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach.

“But I wasn’t interested. I stopped listening to her story about her last date two minutes in.”

Just now realizing that you had been holding your breath, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sorry, Buck.” You apologized half heartedly, a part of you glad that his date with another random girl he had just met didn’t work out.

“S’alright.” Bucky assured you. “There’s plenty of better girls in the city. I’m walkin’ with one of 'em right now.”

Glancing up at your brother’s best friend beside you, you met his eyes and smiled.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were flirtin’ with me, Barnes.” 

Gazing down at you, your face highlighted by the dim glow of the streetlamp illuminating the sidewalk, his breath caught in his throat. He didn’t know what to say next. You had been consuming his thoughts for months- years even- that now as you tested the waters he couldn’t find the right words to speak next.

He couldn’t risk losing you, but as he admired you in the soft glow of the moon shining above the apartment buildings, he knew he couldn’t risk not having you either.

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

Now the one speechless, you stared up at him, noticing the seriousness in his face- not a hint of his usual teasing smirk in sight.

Just as you opened your mouth, you watched as the light switched on in your apartment above. 

Shoving Bucky against the wall of the building so he was out of sight, you looked up as the window opened and your brother’s head popped out.

“Y/n?” Steve asked. “That you?”

“Yeah!” You called. “I’ll be up in a second. I just gotta... fix my shoe.”

“Were you talkin’ to someone?” He asked, checking the sidewalk below you.

“What?” You asked, shaking your head. “I wasn’t talking to anyone. You’re hearing things- go back to bed before you wake up the block!”

With that you watched as your brother shrugged, moving himself back into the apartment, slamming the window shut. Emerging from the shadows, Bucky gestured towards the apartment.

“You’re lying to your brother now?” He asked. “You really don’t want to be seen with me that bad?”

Strolling towards him, you laughed.

“I love Steve, Buck, but sometimes he can be a bit too protective.” You said, grabbing the end of his tie. “I gotta go, but...”

Tugging on his tie, you pulled him towards you and when his face lined up with yours, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thanks for saving me, James.” You whispered in his ear.

As you dropped his tie from your hands, he stood up straighter, watching with wide eyes as you made your way back towards your apartment, throwing him one last glance over your shoulder with a smile before climbing up the steps and out of his sight.

Feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, fearing that he was blushing so hard anyone could see it even in the darkness of night, he held his hand up to the spot on his face where you had just kissed him, leaning back against the wall.

Feeling his heart thump against his chest, he knew he was done for.

A part of him had always known that his mother was right- that he was gonna settle down one day and end up with the Rogers girl. As much as he had dismissed it, promising “Ma, she’s Steve’s sister. She’s my friend”, he knew better. As he stood there leaning against the brick wall of your apartment building on that cool summer night, a part of him knew- as he would recount to you on your wedding day- that it was the end of the string of new girls on dates every other night for him and the beginning of the rest of his life.

[alessabriel]

Moments like those were unique with characters from tokyo revengers.

I'm really loving the Tokyo Revengers manga and I couldn't help but write about some characters, when I go later in the manga I will write about even more characters and I hoped to get it right. Take good care of yourselves, drink water and eat well, it is important to.

Anyway Byebye ✨

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➡️Draken | Ken Ryuuguuji

The sun filtered through the window with lilac curtains giving the room a slight glow illuminating the scene within it; a tall young man with blond hair sat on the floor on the black carpet with a noticeably smaller girl behind him.

There was no one else with whom he could let his guard down like this.

Draken despite the cold shower, knowing that he has rested well and that he should not be sleepy, your soft hands combing him make him drowsy, lethargic and with heavy eyelids, he could hardly see your reflection in the mirror in front of him. He, concentrated on his braid and there was nothing better in the world than you being so close that he could feel your warmth, your soft caresses.

With care and gentleness you manage each blonde strand between your fingers, intertwining little by little. You did not see the mirror, they only saw blonde locks that slipped between your fingers, he had beautiful and well-groomed hair. Almost finalizing the braid was when you directed your gaze towards the mirror in front of you; Draken seemed to be nowhere near falling asleep again from the way he nodded slightly.

"Are you sleepy Ryu?"

A denial was the answer clearly but you only laughed at the obviousness of his lie, he was so cute when he was so helpless and vulnerable with you. They were unique moments and by how he snuggled between your legs he said that he only wanted to spend a few more minutes like that, together.

In the morning when even their paths did not separate, Ken Ryuuguuji could allow himself moments of vulnerability where you would cradle him carefully, smiling at all times and he did not need to have his eyes open to know that your face only showed love, he had already gone through a long stage of doubts, denial and self-inflicted pain that knowing who you are, his partner, that you are by his side and that you do not have any doubt in loving him as he is, with everything included only makes him feel more secure. Draken didn't doubt his love for you, he never could.

"I just want to stay like this for a few minutes"

"All you wish Ryuu"

The "I love you" were in the air and were received by both, they knew that love was mutual ...

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➡️Mikey | Sano Manjiro.

The days you left school were naturally late thanks to the extra classes, the club, and other activities. It was normal to walk through the hallways of the school meeting only a few students from grades above who gave tired greetings, it must be difficult to be anywhere from leaving you assumed.

The silence was comforting as something cold.

Once with your outdoor shoes on, you left school seeing how your boyfriend was on his motorcycle with his cell phone in hand distracted, a clumsy idea emerged from the depths of your head and you executed it without thinking twice; you covered his eyes with your hands feeling the seconds how his hands touched yours, it was difficult to hold the laughter.

Mikey only limited himself to smiling without you seeing him, from the moment he felt your warm presence he knew it was you and only as confirmation the sweet aroma of your perfume invaded the air making it comforting, you were warmth, affection and home. You were so smiling, sweet, attentive and funny that sometimes he thought how you had noticed him.

As if you had a detector for his pessimism, you kissed your boyfriend on the cheek when you discovered his eyes showing your remarkable pout openly.

"You are bad guessing love" you accused fun catching your partner's face in your hands, you held between your little hands a mysterious, beautiful and so enigmatic world called Sano Manjiro "It will be that I am very good and I take you by surprise. What if? "

Mikey could only smile and let himself be carried away by your beautiful voice, you seemed to have a sixth sense for when he was just getting into negative thoughts about his relationship and he felt grateful for it, you were so special and irreplaceable.

"Aha, of course" accepted the blond amused, receiving another kiss with pleasure but this time on the lips. Mikey loved the feel of your smooth lips against his own, he could taste the taste of your gloss directly from your lips and it was the best feeling in the universe. "Come on I'll take you home."

The words died from the moment you got on the motorcycle behind your boyfriend, clinging with both arms to his waist and hiding your face from the wind that you knew would impact on your face that you still did not get used to. The soft roar of the motorcycle lulled you, the aroma of fabric softener, sun and sweets coming from your boyfriend only made you feel even more comfortable that it was inevitable not to rub your cheeks against his back, love overflowed from your heart .

"I love you Manji" you whispered softly, without the intention of making you listen but because of a red light one of Mikey's hands was caressing yours, you knew that he had heard you.

"I love you even more S / o-chan"

The green light on the traffic light sealed the rest of the trip in a pleasant and sweet silence, where they knew they were safe.

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➡️Hanagaki Takemichi

It was late when they finally managed to get out of the game room, both laughing at monumental losses in silly games but with a more than happy smile on their lips. Takemichi couldn't help but smile and feel the constant pounding on his chest as your fingers were intertwined with his own, it felt good.

"I had a lot of fun today Michi" you said once you were both waiting for the train at the station, your gaze fixed to the front and then looking at your side hoping to find him looking elsewhere but you met his unmistakable bright eyes that made you blush "We should go out like this more often, I say if you don't have more meetings with Touman "

"I think the same! We won't have any meetings at the moment so you will put up with me longer, ”Takemichi joked laughing.

"I like spending time with Takemichi-kun so it wouldn't be to put up with it, it would be spending quality time with my boyfriend"

You refuted by giggling when you heard that he was choking on his own saliva, so you let go of his hand to gently hit his back helping him out of his stupor. Takemichi could only try to stop coughing and when he did he felt you closer, one of your arms behind his back surrounding him and how you leaned against his. It was instinct and perhaps the feelings of him speaking for him since he left a kiss on your head, he could smell the fruity aroma of your shampoo and the unmistakable essence of your perfume.

Little did you know that your Takemichi could only think of a way to save you, never to lose your smile and treasure each new memory.

You were his first and only love ...

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➡️Atsushi Sendo | Akkun

The journey from his school to your school was about half an hour, but it was worth every tiny second for Atsushi who, like every Friday, had separated from his other friends to pass by you. Even though they had been going out as boyfriends for more than two and a half years, he still felt the nerves all over his body and the butterflies flying in his stomach that multiplied when he saw him leave the main doors laughing at something that your friends said, you looked beautiful with the glow of the sunset making you the center of their world. It was ridiculous how just by seeing you could make him fall in love more. Trying to regulate his nerves I wait for you when he saw you say goodbye to your friends and jog the rest of the way towards him. Was it even allowed to look this good and attractive in a school uniform? He did not know.

"Did you take too long Atsu?" you questioned your boyfriend smiling.

The other people ceased to exist the moment you approached him, the moment he could see your bright eyes and catch the sweet aroma of your perfume in the air.

"Not at all I just arrived a few minutes ago, how was school?"

With a remarkable pout you started with your remarkable anecdote of this day without even knowing that Atsushi was looking at you as if you were hanging the sun, the moon and the stars in the sky. Akkun only listened and commented from time to time, until it was his turn to tell about his day at school. Neither of them noticed when their hands clasped, it was natural.

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➡️Tachibana Hinata

The dark sky above their heads only gave more seriousness and intimacy at the moment, with her nerves on the surface Hinata could only see how the wind moved your hair and carried in it, the scent of your shampoo or perhaps your perfume. perfume that I gave you on your birthday a year ago?

"The moon is beautiful tonight" you said to the air.

Hinata did not take long to detect the message behind your prayer, endless nights watching k-dramas, anime and watching movies xianxia by your side made her understand the references, she loved how you expressed yourself so casually by dropping messages of your unconditional love.

"If the moon is beautiful S / o"

When Hinata thought that silence would fill the air, your voice was heard again but this time in front of her. Hinata could only swallow hard to see you standing in front of her, so she could see the difference in heights between the two and how the elegant beauty accentuated your being, you were so pretty and attractive that it could not cross her mind that you corresponded her feelings but there they were; in the park late at night on a romantic getaway that consisted of a motorcycle ride and talking in a park where they had confessed.

"But I can't help but think that I'm lucky to be able to call you my girlfriend Nat."

"It is not worth it! You always know what to say and you leave me like a fool in love looking at you. You're unfair S / o-chan! "

Before her words continued Hinata felt your lips brush against hers, your kisses were so soft and gentle that she felt so fragile in your arms, so loved and desired.

"I love you so much Nat"

The kisses continued gentle, soft and in order to communicate love, one more memory that the couple would engrave in her memory.

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✨ Here is the end, comments are welcome and if not has in the same way thanks ✨

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[make-me-imagine]

Prompt: Legolas is seriously injured after an orc fight, the reader takes care of him in Rivendell + reader braiding his hair. 

Pairing: Legolas x Gen!Neutral Reader

Requested by: Anon               Words: 1.8k

Triggers: Fighting, blood, angst       

Genre: Angst + Fluff (Happy Ending) 

Lotr/The Hobbit Taglist: @ta-ka-shi-ma​

You turned quickly as another orc ran towards you, quickly slicing him down, you make your way across the battlefield. The orcs had recently been spreading across the land causing havoc on the people. This was one of those times, but not so luckily for them, a group or elves, including you and Legolas were travelling in the area when the orcs descending on a nearby village. They would not get away so easily this time. 

As you approached another elf being bombarded by orcs you helped to fight them off. You struggled against them as it was now five against two with a few more approaching. 

Legolas, who had nearby looked across the battle, seeing you and the other elf struggling. He also saw a rather large orc running quickly at you from behind. Legolas quickly ran towards you, hoping to make it to you before you were over-run by orcs. 

You grunted as you knocked another orc away from you, staggering as you dodge the blow from another. You managed to kill two of them, but more were coming. You could sense someone running at you from behind, just as two orcs lunged at you from the side and front. 

Dodging one sword, another sliced along your arm making you hiss in pain as you stabbed him and knocked him down before defending yourself from the other. Just as you met your weapon with him, you heard a yell from behind you. Glancing as far as you could back, you see a large orc preparing to swing down on you with an axe. 

You were about to try and move out of the way, though you knew you would not get fully out of the way of the axes path, when you saw a figure with light blonde hair appear between you and the large orc. 

Your eyes widened as you heard a grunt of pain come from the figure, as the axe struck his shoulder. Quickly kicking the orc in front of you, wanting to go to Legolas’s aid, you stabbed the orc, turning just in time to see Legolas successfully stab and kill the larger orc.

But as Legolas fell to his knees and swayed, you ran to him, catching him before he hit the ground. Seeing the large deep wound high up on his shoulder. 

Looking around, you felt relief when you saw most of the orcs had been slain, the others fleeing in the distance. You called out to one of the others elves to get you your horse. You needed to get Legolas and the other injured elves to Rivendell. It was where you had been headed, and the best place to get help.

Riding as fast as you could towards Rivendell, you held tightly to the unconscious elf in your arms, as blood continued to seep from his wounds, the fabric you tied across it not stopping the blood. His face was growing paler by the minute. Your heart pounded in your chest at the thought of him losing this battle. Fighting back the growing moisture in your eyes , you egged your horse on, you needed to get there faster. You didn’t have much time. 

The elves in Rivendell were quick to act in saving the young elven Prince, though you, being a skilled healer were the one to never leave his side, though others tried to push you away. Lord Elrond new better though, and allowed you to do the main healing.

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You had now been in Rivendell for a few days, spending almost all your time helping Legolas. But he had not woken up yet, which worried you. He had a fever for the first two days, an infection spreading. You managed to tame it, but he should have woken up by now.

Placing your hand on his face, you felt his temperature was returning to normal. You could only hope he would wake up soon. You felt guilt pang through you as you checked his wound. He was injured saving you. You knew he would not want you to feel guilt, but you could not help it. 

You sighed as you wiped some dirt from behind his ear that you had not noticed yet, your eyes also wandering across his hair. Two of his braids had come undone, and a few other had sticks and dirt in them. 

Wondering for a moment if he would mind, you reminisced back to a time when you had injured your arm, and could not fix your hair. So he did for you. It was surprisingly intimate and gentle, and made you flush thinking about it. 

Delicately undoing the rest of his braids, you brushed through them with care, feeling for the first time just how soft his hair was. You could not get to the braids at the back of his head, but you would deal with the ones on the side for now. As you laced in the braids on the left side of his head, you began to hum quietly. An ancient elven song you new from a young age. Moving to the right side of his head you began to brush out the loose braids, continuing your song.

Working on the last braid you found that you had no more ties nor beads to close the end of the braid. Thinking for a moment, you took out one of your own braid, taking the delicate bead at the end out to use on Legolas’s braid. As you worked on the final braid you continued to hum the rest of the song, unaware that Legolas began to stir.

The sound of the familiar song seemed to penetrate the darkness Legolas had been stuck in, allowing him to form consciousness as he seemed to follow the beautiful tune through the darkness and towards what he hoped was light. 

As his eyes fluttered open slowly, the song became clear to him as he finally awoke fully. His eyes moved around the healing rooms, landing on your profile as he saw you staring at something. Feeling a light pull in his hair, he became aware that you were, brushing his hair? No, braiding. He stared at the side of your face for a moment, you looked determined, and concentrated, but also melancholy as you continued to hum the melody. You had small cuts on the side of your face, but you were still the most beautiful creature he had seen, and had he believed he was dead, he’d think you to be an angel. 

As you finished the final braid, your eyes glanced quickly to Legolas’s face as it had many times before, but you quickly did a double take as you realized that his eyes were open, and that he was looking at you. 

A small gasp left your mouth as you looked fully at him “Legolas” you whispered out, as relief and happiness flowed through you “You’re finally awake” you smiled at him.

The relief on your face was obvious, which meant that he must have been asleep for longer than he thought. He nodded his head lightly “I am.”

Without much thought you leaned down and hugged him, aware enough that you did not press on his wounds. Legolas let out a small smile as you did so. When you pulled away you felt his face for temperature “You’re fever has faded.” you commented. 

“How long have I been unconscious?”

“A few days.” you hesitated for a moment “You almost died Legolas.” your voice was low, sad.

“Yes. But you were here were you not? You healed me?”

You nodded your head as he smiled “But you should not have done what you did.” 

“What? Saved you?” he said with a small smile. 

“I am not worth you Legolas” you said catching him by surprise. 

He knew that you were referring to him being royalty, he hummed out as he moved to sit up. You quickly helped him as he leaned against the backboard of his bed. His eyes fell to the braids draped across his chest, delicate work. Your work. His eyes landed on the small bead at the end of one braid, he recognized it as yours. He felt his heart pound in his chest at the realization. A smile spread across his face for a moment before he remembered your words. “You’re wrong” 

“You are the Prince Legolas, you are-”

“I do not care that I am a Prince.” He cut you off. You stared at him for a moment as he continued “I would die for you any day.”

You hesitated for a moment, you knew that you would die for him, and you knew he would for you, but he should not feel that way, he was too important. He stared intensely into your eyes “Why?” you muttered out, quietly.

He lifted his hand, as he gently stroked the side of your face, catching you off guard “Because I love you.” His voice was delicate but genuine as you stared into his eyes, your face most definitely portraying shock. “And don’t you dare say that I cannot love you, because I am a Prince.” he said, amusement in his voice, the comment made you smile slightly.

You lifted your hand and placed it on his “I will not say you cannot, but...you should not. Nor should I love you, but...I do.”

Legolas took in a breath at your mutual confession before a small gentle smile fell across his face, he leaned forward, wincing slightly from the pain. You leaned forward the stop him, but before you could he quickly pulled your face to his as he kissed you.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours “Your father will forbid it” you commented quietly.

“He cannot, he will not.” he placed his hand on your face again “I will not let him. I have remained distant from you for too long.”

You looked into each others eyes for a moment before Legolas pulled your face a little closer, you leaned in, as you kissed again. When you pulled away you tried to repress the smile on your face by pushing him back lightly “You need to rest, you still have a lot of healing to do.”

He followed your words and lied back down, but took your hand in his as he rested his against his chest “As long as you are here.”

“I will be.” 

He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand as he leaned his head back on the pillow his eyes closing as he began to fall back into a slumber. 

You let a smile spread across your face now as you played back what just occurred. For so long you hid your feelings, refusing to believe the would be returned. But just this once, you were happy to be wrong. 

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

Steve’s Little Sister Is Off-Limits

Pairing: Post-Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader

Words: 1000+

Summary: The Reader is in a secret relationship with Bucky, but one day Steve walks in on them.

Warnings: explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected sex) That’s really about it. But it’s still smut. SMUT!!!! 18+

A/N: I enjoyed writing this a lot, because I thought it was an interesting concept. There is fluff scattered throughout the whole fic. Like a lot of fluff. Tooth-rotting fluff, well because it’s Bucky. I hope you enjoy this fic. 

Y/n Rogers is Steve Rogers younger sister. She is only two years younger than him, but still he is very protective over her. So when the two go into the ice, then wake up 70 years later. He is more protective than ever. Sometimes it’s nice, but when she has a secret relationship with his best friend it gets annoying.

Now Y/n is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the team. When she feels two arms wrap around her waist, then she feels a pair of lips on her neck. She leans into her boyfriend’s touch. “Buck, not right now. Steve could walk in any minute.” Y/n whines, and turns around in Bucky’s arms. He quickly steals a kiss then sits on one of the bar stools. 

“I just can’t help it, doll. You look so hot in those silk shorts.” Bucky says, and she turns around and he practically drools at the sight of her ass. She lightly chuckles as she feels his gaze on her. She continues to cook Breakfast, as the team files into the kitchen. She knows that this makes Bucky nervous being around other people, because he feels guilty. When he was the winter soldier he tried to kill almost all of them. Except everyone forgave him, but he hasn’t forgiven himself yet. So Y/n helps him ground himself by either letting him braid her hair or having him touch her in some way. The team sits at the large table in the dining room.

Sam, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and Vision sit on the right side of the table. Clint, Pepper, Morgan, Bucky, and Y/n sit on the left side of the table. Tony and Rhodes sit at each end of the table. Y/n sets the food on the table for people to take as they please. She sits next to Bucky, and she can see in his face that he’s trying not to bolt out of the room. She subtly links her pinky with his. She gently rubs the back of his hand with her thumb. He looks over at her and slightly smiles at her. When Breakfast is over it’s Steve’s turn to wash the dishes. So Bucky and Y/n sneak off to her room. They only do dirty stuff together when Steve is on a mission or caught up in stuff, so that he won’t notice they’re gone.

As soon as the lift doors close, Bucky has her pinned against the metal wall of the small lift room. He kisses her and she kisses back. He kisses down her neck, leaving little red marks, nothing that will leave hickeys. The doors open and she pulls him to her room down the hall. Y/n quickly opens the door and pulls Bucky in. He kicks the door shut, as she pulls him to the bed. He falls back onto the bed, and she climbs on top of him. She grinds on his already hard member, while he kisses her passionately. She leans up and pulls off her Y/f/c hoodie, leaving her nude from the waist up because she didn’t put a bra on. Bucky looks up and groans at the sight of her bare breasts. He scooted up to the head of the bed, with her still on his lap. He sits up and takes both of her breasts in each hand, and he rubs and pinches her nipples. He watches her face shift into a look of pleasure. She moans and grinds on his lap, without knowing it. He lets go of her nipples, and Y/n rips his shirt over his head. She throws it over her shoulder, before smashing her lips to his. They pull away and he looks into her eyes.

“It’s been so long, doll. Since we’ve done anything like this.” Bucky says, rubbing his hands up and down her hips.

“I know, Buck. Now it’s just me and you.” Y/n whispers, and kisses down his jaw to his neck. She sucks and nips at his neck, definitely leaving hickeys.

“No, visible hickeys, babygirl.” He says, and she smirks against his skin.

“That rule applies to you, not me. Steve doesn’t care if you get a hickey. He only cares if I have one.” She states, and he lightly chuckles.

“You remember back in the 30’s, I accidentally left a dark purple hickey under your jaw?” Bucky asks, as she leaves a hickey on his pulse point.

“Yeah. I remember. Steve wanted to rip the guy who did that to me to shreds.” Y/n says, then he rips off her shorts.

“Enough talk about your brother. Let me show you how much I missed you.” He whispers seductively, she smirks and helps him take off his sweatpants and boxers. He rips off her panties with his metal hand, he runs a metal finger up and down her wet folds. She gasps at the cool sensation. She reaches down and lined him up with her entrance, then starts sinking down on his cock. They both moans at the sensation of being connected. “Oh… doll. You’re so tight.” He groans, and thrusts up into her. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes closed in pleasure. Y/n composes herself then starts moving her hips up and down. Bucky’s hands clamp down on her hip as she rides him slow and hard. They are so lost in each other, that they don’t hear the door open until a voice makes them freeze.

“Hey, Y/n/n. I was wondering-” Steve starts to say, as he walks through Y/n’s door. The scene in front of him makes him freeze in place. His little sister on top of a man, he couldn’t see who it is but he knows they’re having sex. He quickly runs out and closes the door behind him.

As the door closes, Y/n and Bucky sit there for a minute with his cock still in her. She quickly comes back to reality, and she jumps off of him. She grabs her panties and slips them on then her shorts, as Bucky pulls on his boxers and shirt. She puts her hoodie back on and he puts on his sweatpants. Y/n paces the room as Bucky sits on the edge of the bed.

“Did Steve just walk in on us…” Y/n trails off, as she runs a hand through her Y/h/c hair.

“Yeah…” Bucky trails off, and slowly nods.

“Oh my god. He’s gonna kill you, then lock me away forever.” She groans, and covers her face with her hands. Bucky stands up and takes her hands into his.

“It’ll be fine. He’s a reasonable guy.” Bucky states, looking into her eyes.

“He punched that one guy who smacked my ass.” Y/n says.

“That guy was an ass.”

“He was my boyfriend.” She scoffs, and Bucky chuckles and kisses her on the forehead. “I’ll go up there first. He won’t touch me. You on the other hand, if he sees you, you’ll be dead before you hit the ground.” She states, and he nods.

“Alright. Just tell FRIDAY to send me up there. When you’re ready.” He explains.

“Okay.” She smiles, and he kisses her, before she leaves out the room.

Y/n takes the lift down to the main floor. She quietly steps out of the lift. She tiptoes down the hall on bare feet. She walks around the corner and sees Steve leaning on the counter with a beer in hand. She walks closer but stays a few feet away.

“Hey, Stevie.” Y/n says, and Steve looks up and spots her.

“Y/n.” He nods, and takes a sip of his beer.

“Can we talk?” She questions, and takes a seat on the barstool in front of the counter.

“About what?” He asks, still not meeting her eyes.

“You know what.”

“Who is he?” Steve questions, and Y/n’s eyes widen when she realizes he didn’t know.

“You didn’t see his face?”

“No. Why?” He asks, and finally looks at her. “Who is it, Y/n?”

“Before I tell you. You have to promise not to go after him.” Y/n says calmly.

“Okay. I promise.” Steve nods, and she takes a deep breath.

“It’s Bucky.” She says, and she watches Steve’s face waiting for something.

“I’m gonna kill him!” He exclaims, and runs towards the lift. She runs after him, and grabs him by the back of his shirt and drags him back to the lounge. She throws him on the couch.

“Steven Grant Rogers! You need to calm down right now! I am an adult! I’m not some little kid who needs to be protected from boys!” She exclaims, and he looks a bit taken back by her outburst.

“Y/n-” He starts to say, but she cuts him off.

“I am not done! Bucky is the best thing that has happened to me! You may think that our relationship is just sex! But it’s not! It’s so much more than that! I love him! I have been in love with him since the minute my eyes landed on him!” She exclaims, and then a voice behind her makes her freeze.

“You love me?” Bucky asks from behind her, and she freezes.

“You heard that?” Y/n questions, turning around slowly. Bucky stands a few feet away.

“Yeah. And just so you know I love you too.” He says, and a smile creeps across her face. She runs and hugs him. Steve stands up and clears his throat. The couple pulls away and faces Steve.

“If you two are happy. Then… I guess that’s fine with me.” Steve says, and Y/n hugs her brother, and pulls back with a bigger smile on her face.

“Thank you, Stevie.” She says, and Steve nods then turns to Bucky.

“You hurt her. I’ll kill you.” Steve threatens Bucky, and the brunette puts his hands up.

“Duly noted.” Bucky nods, and Steve shakes hands with him. Then walks down the hall.

“Next time, lock your door!” Steve yells, from down the hall. The couple hear the lift doors close, then Y/n jumps onto Bucky and kisses him passionately. He catches her by the backs of her thighs. She pulls back and runs her hands through his long locks.

“I love you, James.” Y/n whispers, and he smiles and leans into her touch.

“I love you, Y/n.” Bucky whispers, and leans back up to kiss her. “Should we finish what we started?” He questions, and she nods and he walks towards the lift, with her still on him.

[cyrusbugged]

As The Atom Bomb Locks in

In which the scene from Episode 24 is portrayed differently.

A/N: hey y’all! sorry for my absence. i’ve honestly been having a pretty tough time in my personal life, and it’s made it hard for me to sit down and produce any writing. i’ll try to get back on track soon :)

loosely inspired by this song

also, major angst warning!

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Garmadon fell back onto the make-shift bed, frustration coursing through his veins.

Trying to take over Ninjago is hard enough, now he has to deal with his son and his gang of ninja being spotted on the island? Now there’s another thing added to his list of worries!

He scoffed, closing his eyes and turning his head to the side. No matter. He can easily capture them. Sure, this island may be big, but he’s got a lot of stone soldiers he can send out. The Ninja can’t hide forever.

He began formulating a plan in his head, when he heard the door open to the room that he was in, and light poured in. He groaned. “I said that I was not to be disturbed!”

“Forgive me, my lord,” the stone warrior general, Kuzo said as he walked into the room, “but we have a prisoner who knows the whereabouts of your son's rebel base.”

Garmadon opened his eyes, sitting up and turning towards Kuzo, silently giving him permission to proceed.

And then, she walked in.

She was still the beautiful woman Garmadon had once fell in love with. Although her hair was now grey, she had a few wrinkles, and she currently was tied up, Garmadon couldn’t help but feel his heart melt a little. Her hair was tied up in the braid she used to constantly wear when she was younger, and she still had that look in her eyes- the look of adventure and passion.

Garmadon gasped. “Misako!”

She smiled that gorgeous smile, responding with “It’s been awhile.”

“I- uh- release her!” Garmadon commanded.

“Yes, my lord,” Kuzo replied, then with a swish of his sword, cut Misako loose. He bowed to Garmadon, and then left the room.

“Take off that silly helmet, let me get a good look at you,” Misako said, stepping towards him and reaching out.

Garmadon shied away from her, leaning away. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather not.” 

Misako froze, then frowned, slowly putting her hand down. Garmadon stood up, putting his four arms behind his back.

He cleared his throat. “So, you know where our son is hiding, but I suspect you won’t give him up that easily,” he said, then grabbed a sword that had been leaning against the wall. “I know you too well, Misako,” he pointed the sword at her, “why did you allow yourself to get caught?”

“Because I know you don’t want to fight as much as Lloyd doesn’t want to,” Misako responded.

Garmadon lowered the sword for a moment, his eyes widening. “Lloyd doesn’t want to fight?”

He shook his head. “I mean uh, so Lloyd doesn’t want to fight! Hahaha!”

“If you’re still the man I once loved, I know you’d never want to see him hurt,” Misako replied.

“But it is foretold!” Garmadon proclaimed. “It is our destiny. I don’t care about him, I only care about turning Ninjago into my own image!”

Of course, Garmadon had been lying straight through his teeth. In all truth, he’s just about as scared as Lloyd is. He doesn’t want to hurt his son. He doesn’t want to have to fight him. He wished he could just drop all of this and go back to when he had a normal family, before it was all ripped away from him.

Misako sighed, shaking her head. “Then you’re not the man I married. I should go.”

She turned around, before Garmadon practically jumped up with a “No!”

Misako stopped, turning around. Garmadon met her eyes, a hint of desperation in his own. “Don’t.”

He took his helmet off, his black, fluffy hair poofing out. Taking in a breath, he placed the helmet on a mannequin head that had been sitting near the make-shift bed.

“Misako, I may look different, and evil may now course through my veins, but I am still the man standing before you.” He smiled at her, holding his hand out. “I want you to rule by my side.”

“You… what?” Misako asked.

“Misako, it’s you. It’s always been you. The woman that I lied with, I want you to rule with me,” Garmadon replied. “You and me, together… forever.”

Misako didn’t respond.

Garmadon sighed. He slowly but shyly cupped Misako’s cheek. “And as the world runs to the ground, it’ll be you with me. It’ll be… us, together.”

She locked eyes with him, her hand going onto his.

He leaned in to kiss her, but Misako moved away, shaking her head. “I… will not kiss you, Garmadon.”

Garmadon stood there, shocked. He blinked a few times, before responding with a: “What?”

“I- can’t do that. You know I can’t. The main thing I have been trying to do is prevent Lloyd and you fighting, not encouraging it,” Misako said. “It’s not easy, you know. The hardest part of this… is leaving you.”

Garmadon sighed, turning away from the woman. “I… thought I could count on you, Misako. I was always able to.”

And then there was silence.

“Misako?”

An alarm began blaring, and Garmadon turned around quickly. Misako was gone, and so was his helmet.

As Misako ran, she could hear his yells of “Stop her!” and “Don’t let her get away!”. She could also hear him yelling “You’ve deceived me?!”

And Misako would run back to the ninja, once again leaving her husband behind. It pained her to do, truly. While she was back there, in the heat of the moment, she almost said “yes”. She almost wanted to throw it all away to be with him again. Because she loves him. But throwing everything away to be with him isn’t her main goal right now. It’s preventing her son and her husband from fighting.

Even if that meant deceiving him and leaving him behind.

[lin-nin]

Tribulation & Tenderness - Chapter 9

Ship: Main Technoblade x Reader, some Dream x Reader

Plot:  You're a princess in a Kingdom suffering a years long famine. In a   desperate attempt to help your people, you accept one simple offer:   Marriage to the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom. Anything to help your people survive. Surely it can't be too bad, can it?

Chapter List: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Disclaimer:   Cross-posted on Wattpad (discontinued) and Ao3. This is based off of everyone's CHARACTERS. I do not write fanfic based off the actual people.

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Chapter 9: Tours

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The castle was nothing short if huge, as well as breathtaking. It, truly, made the castle in your own kingdom feel small. Then again, your kingdom was never exactly huge to begin with. Techno's felt as if it would sprawl on for ages. You had no idea how you'd get through this place on your own. Honestly, if it weren't for Techno’s hand gingerly placed upon your back, you would probably have already gotten lost.

You hardly noticed the hand most of the time, only absently aware of the warmth of it. He led you down the hall Wilbur had gone down, first, taking a turn to the right when the hallway branched off. Various paintings lined the walls, some catching your attention long enough to peer at. Whenever you did, Techno would stop and tell you what he knew of the paintings, whether they be portraits of his father following some conquest or battle, or of the sun setting over a ridge that lay somewhere in the kingdom. You couldn’t help but lament how pretty some of the places were. Each time you did, Techno would assure you you would likely get to see each place at some point.

You were eventually led to the kitchens, which were bustling with servants and chefs. That’s where Wilbur had gone to, you found out. The blonde woman beside him must have been the Nihachu he spoke of. You don’t know what you had expected, but it wasn’t exactly a chef. She was talking animatedly, a soft grin on her flour-splattered face. Wilbur had turned to glance at the door way, offering a faint smile your way. Nihachu’s gaze followed and she only dipped her head in a form of bow, hands busy with the ball of dough in front of her.

“Nihachu, she’s our head chef and an old friend of Wilbur’s. You’ll get to properly meet her tomorrow,” Techno informed from beside you. You simply nodded at that, letting him steer you away from the kitchen. The area the both of you were currently in consisted largely of servants quarters and storage rooms of the sorts. Nothing too exciting for you to see, though. That was fine, so long as it made the tour short. 

At the end of the west wing was a door leading outside, into a large courtyard. This one seemed to have been turned into a bit of a training grounds. Curiosity lit up your eyes as you looked at the flattened area of grass with training dummies littering the edge. Techno laughed at the way you stared at it, patting your back a couple of times. “Wilbur, Tommy, and I train there. You’ll be able to soon.” You nodded, fingers running along the hilt of your dagger.

The courtyard opened up into a garden, which you only really glanced at. Your heart ached briefly, thoughts of George flooding your thoughts. You didn’t know when you would be able to walk through the gardens again. Not without thinking of him. The two of you had always gotten into such trouble in the gardens. They felt empty without his laughter ringing through the air, even if it wasn’t the gardens you had grown up in.

Techno led you through to the opposite side of the courtyard, away from the garden. A veranda greeted you, and you stepped up onto it. Of course Techno insisted on holding your hand to help you up, but you were becoming quite used to that. It was a little strange, but not entirely unwelcome. It was sweet.

“This is the ballroom. Where we hold our big celebrations, birthdays and the like. We’ll wind up holding the wedding here as well.” Techno pushed open one of the doors on the veranda, leading the pair of you into a large circular room. It was impressive. Not that you expected less. You wondered what the wedding would be like, briefly. It was hard to imagine it as your own. Everytime you did, your stomach flipped.

"Is there anywhere in here that isn't pretty?" You wondered, awestruck, aloud. It seemed unlikely. Techno laughed again, an occurrence that was becoming more common. Good. The way his laugh differed so vastly from his voice was nice. It made it pleasant.

"Maybe not in appearance, but I assure you that there's unsavory things here." His hand abandoned yours again, a feeling you didn't like still. At the very least he was once more guiding you along with a hand to your back. The exit from the ballroom took the pair of you back to the main room from earlier, emerging from between the stairs. Which presumably meant that all that remained on the main floor was the east wing. Which was exactly where Techno was leading you next.

"This wing is mainly official rooms- the throne room is here, as well as our dining hall. The library sits at the end of the wing," Techno explained as the pair of you walked. You nodded as he did, looking at everything you pass. Some doors he didn’t open, saying they were someone's office or another. There were a few rooms, the ones with mostly closed doors, that he did let you wander in.

When you had arrived at the dining hall, you took in every painting gracing the walls. These seemed more personal. All of them were portraits. You were attracted to one of the larger ones, scrutinizing it in your curiosity.

It depicted the royal family. The current one, at that. Even if the portrait was outdated. The King was sat in his throne, with a woman you could only assume was the Queen beside him. She was pretty, brown hair braided neatly, though you could see a few curls escaping it. That must be where they got the curls from, then. She had the same eyes Wilbur and Techno did. Warm, and kind. They were that brown that was comforting in a way you adored.

In front of the king stood who could only be Wilbur, looking very sullen. It was strange, compared to the warmth he seemed to radiate now. Tommy was in front of him, looking gangly but with a grin on his face that didn't seem to fit that of a royal family portrait. A bandage covered his cheek, a green bandana curled around his neck. He looked carefree, though that wasn't too different from the impression he gave off earlier.

Which meant the last figure, standing in front of the Queen, had to be Techno. It wasn't exactly what you would have expected, though. Instead of the long pink hair he sported now, it was cropped fairly short and blonde. He looked just as sullen as his older brother, but you had a feeling you knew why. His face was marked with a red scar, angling towards his eye. The one he mentioned getting from Wilbur.

"I'd been named crown prince about three days before this picture, this was about five years ago,"  Techno muttered from behind you. You turned back to him, glancing at him, then back to the painting. It was hard to connect that that was him.

"I never pictured you as a blonde." Those were the initial words out of your mouth, out of everything you had thought about. You commented on his hair.

He huffed softly in laughter at that, head shaking. "Did you think my hair was naturally pink? I have an image to uphold as crown prince." Him and his image that he was so obsessed with. You couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped you as you shook your head.

"I wasn't sure what I pictured, but it wasn't blonde. Your mother- The Queen- I haven't met her. Is there a reason?" You finally broached one question that stuck out to you in your mind. She hadn't shown to your kingdom, and you had yet to see her around.

Techno's amused face slowly faded, a frown replacing the smile he had worn. His brows furrowed for a few moments before he sighed. Should you have not asked that? "She'd been sick for a while. She died about half a year after that portrait. We still don't know what it was, it only affected her." He sounded distant as he spoke of his mother, and now you really felt guilty. Especially as he gazed at the painting with a forlorn look.

Without much else thought, you reached out and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. To force his attention back towards you. "Show me more of the castle," You murmured. Trying hard to distract him from what you were sure was an unpleasant memory. He looked down at you for a few moments, before nodding and leading you from the dining hall and the numerous portraits that filled the walls.

He took you through the rest of the east wing, telling you about certain things when he deemed necessary. After the east wing, it was time to go upstairs. This is where several bedrooms were, heading down each wing. Some were for the royal family, others for guests. Some just existed simply as spares, which you noted were the ones Tubbo would possibly be granted.

"This is the room I stay in," Techno broke you from your reverie as he knocked on the wood of the door. Something in your stomach flipped at that. Would you be expected to stay with him? You knew the two of you were getting married, but the nerves always got you. Heat rose to your cheeks at the meer thought. You heard that huff of his as he led you a little further down the hall. It made the heat spread to your ears.

"This one is your room, to stay in and decorate as you please." He leaned around you, pushing the door open carefully. The room was large, a four poster bed settled near a window. The blanket from your mother was folded neatly on it, and you were truly relieved for it. To one side was a fireplace with a couple of chairs in front of it, a door a few feet away. The other side of the room had another door. You assumed one held your clothes, while the other held bathing chambers. Good, you had everything you would need here.

"Thank you," you sighed in relief, smiling up at him. He returned the smile, motioning you into the room.

"It's courtesy. If you need me at any point, you can check my room. If I'm not there, just ask around." You nodded at his words. Good, you could deal with that. Maybe this entire arrangement wouldn’t be all too bad. Next Chapter | >

[hpalways]

A New World || Albedo

I decided to make it an AU, so it'll take place in the modern world, and not the Genshin world. 

The request: Albedo x Gen Z! reader (made on Quotev)

RAIN pelted against the glass panes, rolling down like blobs of slime and making the world outside a blur. Down below was the city, filled off honking cars and traffic. It was always quite the ruckus living here, but you supposed you had gotten used to it. Planting your arms against the sill, you leaned your chin down and released a sigh. What was planned to be a day for you to go on a date with Albedo was now cancelled. It somehow decided to rain at a 20 percent chance. Life sure liked to ruin you. 

The ashy blond haired male was sitting at your desk in the other corner of the room, completely focused on his current research. You could never get over how pretty he looked, hunched over doing the mundaneness of things. His hair tied up halfway into a neat braided ponytail, he was always ready for business. Teal eyes locked upon his large textbook, he was in his own world. He truly did not care that the date was cancelled, was he? Slightly pouting, you crossed your arms across your chest and slumped down to the floor. 

At the sound of your actions, his eyes flitted over to you and he gave you a smile. You were beginning to feel childish under his stare. Maybe you should just be glad that he was here to spend time with you. 

Slowly getting up from his seat, he lumbered across the room and sat down beside you. "It's raining," he murmured. "The soil is moist and it would be nice to collect samples of some of the plants I'm studying."

Your features contorted in slight annoyance at the mention of this. Research this, research that. That was all there was in his mind. Couldn't he please take a break? "That's it. You're not going to be researching for the rest of the time you're here," you snapped at him, a stern look on your face. 

"What...?" he uttered, growing blank as if no one had ever said that to him. "But... it's raining."

"We can still have a date at home, can't we?" you pointed out. Pushing yourself from the floor, you stood up and held a hand towards him. Lips curling upward, you were getting excited for the ideas that had entered your mind. And when his cold hands clamped around yours, you knew that this date was not yet a failure. Nodding in agreement with you, he stood up and followed you to the couch. 

The two of you sat down on the couch and you turned the TV on. "We're watching something?" he asked, seemingly confused as to why you would want to spend a date in front of the TV. 

"Yep. Anime," you told him, using the remote to enter Netflix.

"Anime? I have not watched anime before."

"I figured as much. You're quite the uncultured swine, aren't you? I can't let my boyfriend stay like this," you said, dramatically sighing with your hand placed over your heart. He cocked an eyebrow up, shaking his head at your remark. "Anyway, yes. We're gonna watch One Piece. Any objections? No? Okay, perfect. We would have to break up if you said no."

He chuckled under his breath. "You're something, [Y/N]. You never fall short of fascination."

Knitting your brows together, you burst out laughing. He blinked at you, his cheeks growing slightly red. "Is that supposed to be a compliment? Don't describe me like one of your studies," you said, laying your head upon his shoulder. "I appreciate the sentiment though."

The brightly lit show began on the screen and the two of you fell silent, focused on the show. Nostalgia began to brim out from you, reminding you of the days when you had first watched the anime. It could never fail to pull your heartstrings and belonged in a special place within you. It was why you so dearly hoped that Albedo would like it. 

An hour or so went by when you decided to take a pause. Giving a glance towards Albedo, you could see him scribbling something down on his notebook. Curious, you took a peek and saw that he was taking notes about the show. You dropped your jaw and had no clue what to say. He turned his head towards you and beat you to it instead. "I like it so far. The guy who ate that gum-gum fruit... I would study him some more later on."

Of course he wished to study Luffy, the main character of the show. But perhaps, this was also to appease the urge of wishing to study his actual research. To see his gaze flashing towards the window every so often to check if it was still raining was a no-brainer. Albedo was Albedo. Nothing could stop him from pursuing his ambitions... his truth. "Go do your research," you said, placing a hand over his. 

"You've noticed, huh," he breathed out, lowering his head in shame. "This is unfair to you--"

"Not really," you said. "Let me go with you. Walking under an umbrella sounds romantic. I've always wanted to do that with you, Albedo."

He immediately grew flustered at your explanation, now truly red as a tomato. Averting his eyes from you for a bit, he had managed to calm himself down, before giving you a kiss at the top of your head. His lips brushed your hair, leaving a warm aftertaste that reached to your core. "If that is what you wish for, I will do my utmost best to satisfy you."

"You're so silly," you giggled, stretching and yawning. Getting up from the couch, you found the umbrella hanging on the jacket rack, waiting to be used. He took it from you and with that, you left the apartment and entered the thrumming rhythm of rain. 

Bunching closely to him, you could feel his body heat waving off. The roof the umbrella pattered loudly and the gray pavement below were filled of puddles. Too much noise and water was seeping through your soles, wetting the socks inside. This was a lot less romantic than you anticipated. How unfortunate. 

“Watch out!” he suddenly hollered, pulling you towards him. Face stuffed into his chest, you could feel your heart racing at the close proximity. He smelled of pine and cinnamon, a scent that reminded you of home. He was your home, after all. A splash! interrupted your thoughts, bringing you back into the present. Pulling away from him, you saw that a biker had zoomed straight through where you were originally standing. It was a mystery why someone would be biking in such weather, but what angered you more was how Albedo had taken a hit from it. His long trenchcoat was soaking wet... and so was his hair. 

“You got wet for me...” you murmured. 

He wiped a side of his face off and looked off into the distance. “Of course I did. A promise is a promise.”

Leaning in even closer to him, you gave him a soft kiss, your lips brushing against his warm ones. It wasn’t long or deep, but it was enough to erupt flutters in your abdomen. You tilted away to find him taken off guard for the millionth time today, his hues wide, his cheeks blazing, and a hand covering half of his face. Adorable was an understatement to describe him. 

[punkrockmads]

Found Family

Abby x F! Reader Mini Series

Warnings: Small bit of angst, violence, this chapter is a little bit longer

Chapter Four; Light Of Our Lives

*A MONTH LATER*

Abby has been such a joy to have in my life. I've moved out of the guest room and into Abby's bedroom, the two of us rapidly growing closer over the past month. We've had a couple little bickering matches over whether I should be doing patrol at three months pregnant, but that's to be expected for any couple worried for their baby. She's been a huge help with the baby, always staying by my side during my bouts of morning sickness and my occasional nightmares. We still haven't told Lev, waiting for my baby bump to get a little bigger before telling him. Lev is such a sweet kid, always energetic and happy. He and Abby are always jabbing at each other with their sarcasm and jokes. I sometimes cut in with my own teasing remarks, usually teaming up with Lev to harass Abby. The other day, Lev and I got up early just to sneak downstairs and hit Abby with pillows while she was cooking. Scrambled eggs ended up all over the floor and she made us clean it up but we all thought it was hilarious.

I sit behind Abby on our bed, braiding her soft blonde hair back as she talks.

"So we fell like a thousand feet through a glass ceiling and into a fucking swimming pool." Abby chuckles, telling me the story of the sky bridges for the twentieth time. It's one of my favorites, I'm always asking her to tell it.

"It was not a thousand feet!" Lev yells from his bedroom across the hall. Abby and I burst into a fit of laughter. "It was like ten!"

"Okay well it FELT like a thousand!" Abby yells back between laughs. "Anyways." She sighs, feeling my fingertips brush the back of her neck lightly as I continue to braid her hair. "I crawl out of the pool and lay there sprawled out on my back and Lev looks at me like I'm crazy! He's just up and ready to keep moving as if we didn't just almost die!" The two of us laugh as I use a hair tie to hold the ends of her braid together. I lean forward, placing a kiss on the back of her neck.

"All done." I mumble against her freckled skin. Abby turns around, pressing a sweet kiss on my cheek.

"Thanks, babe." Abby smiles. "You ready to head out?" Abby and I have early patrol this morning. It's rare we get assigned together since Abby is much stronger so she's usually doing assignments that put her muscles to use. Things like helping out with construction, moving heavy equipment, sometimes even helping people move furniture in and out of homes. When Abby does go outside of the base, it's for a supply run that's in a more dangerous area. That part always scares me, knowing they intentionally send her places with unknown numbers of infected. I know why they do it, though. She's more than capable of protecting herself and her group.

"Yeah." I nod. "Just gotta get my boots on." I stand up, getting ready to leave the room when Abby grabs my wrist.

"Uh, babe?" I look back at her, confused. "What's goin' on with your buttons there?" She asks, referring to my black button-up shirt. I look down, noticing two of the top buttons were missing.

"Oh!" I laugh. "So THIS is the shirt with the missing buttons!" I shrug, searching through the clothes in our closet. I find a grey sleeveless shirt hanging up on Abby's side of the closet. I glance back, seeing her making the bed. I take off my button-up, letting it fall to the floor as I take the sleeveless shirt off of its hanger and pull it on. It's a little too big, but I tuck it into my jeans and it fits a lot better. I pick up the button-up, spinning around and tossing it at Abby. It hits her in the face.

"Hey!" Abby looks over at me with a playful glare before freezing. She points at me. "Is- is that my shirt?"

"Perhaps." I grin, doing a little pose with my hands on my hips. "New fashion statement?" I chuckle. Abby walks over to me, putting her hands on my hips. She pecks my lips lightly. I place my hands over hers.

"You're such a dork." She smiles. "C'mon. We gotta get going."

"Alriiiight." I groan. Abby grabs my hand, pulling me into the hall. "Lev, don't be late for school!" I yell from the stairs.

"I'm never late!" Lev yells back.

"Literally last week!" Abby reminds him.

"Fuck you!" Lev replies as Abby and I laugh. I kneel down by the door, putting my brown leather boots on and tying the laces. Abby watches with a playful smile. I grab my dark blue backpack and bow before looking up at her.

"What?" I question, standing back up.

"Nothing." Abby shrugs. She puts a hand on my stomach. "Pretty soon you won't even be able to tie your own shoes."

"Six more months!" I sigh. "And then this little bean will be the reason we don't get a good night's sleep for years."

"I can't wait." Abby chuckles, following me out the front door. The two of us head to the main gate, spotting a few people waiting around talking with each other. "Get us signed out?" Abby asks.

"If you grab us lunch." I reply,

"Deal." Abby agrees. She lets go of my hand, walking off to the right while I continue forward to the booth. A woman with long red hair and blue eyes looks up at me.

"Oh, hey Y/N!" She greets, setting down the clipboard she was holding. "How're you doing?"

"Hey, Kayla." I smile. "I'm doing pretty great! They've got you workin' at the booth instead of the farm?" I pick up the clipboard and pen, signing my name and Abby's on the sign out sheet.

"Yep." Kayla tsks. "Shawn's sick today so I said I'd fill in. Nice break from being covered in dirt all day."

"And the booth is always shady." I shrug. "I'd say Shawn's got us beat!"

"Got that right." Kayla laughs. I jump when I feel a hand on my lower back. Kayla laughs harder. I don't even have to turn around to know who the culprit is. "Hey, Abby!" Kayla greets.

"Hey there." Abby replies, looking at me with a mischievous grin. "I'd love to stay and talk but the rest of our group is here. We gotta head out." I reach up to fix a loose strand of Abby's hair that's fallen in front of her face. She's a couple inches taller than me so I stand on my toes to make to easier.

"Be safe out there, you two!" Kayla calls as I follow Abby toward the group.

"Will do!" Abby turns around to wave back. The two of us join the rest of the group, piling into the back of a military truck and heading out to the first checkpoint where we'll all split into pairs and take separate routes.

Ten minutes later, we get to the first checkpoint, an old bar. I hop out of the truck, Abby following close behind. We get inside, everyone double checking their gear and partnering up.

"Okay." I sigh, everyone looking to me for instructions. I'm not exactly sure why, but Abby says I'm a natural born leader and that they trust my judgement. I had taken on the role as unofficial team leader without even realizing till she had pointed it out to me a few weeks ago. "Our team's covering the north routes today. The northeast route's been a little more active lately so I want four people to take that one just in case things get hairy. Any volunteers?"

"Mike and I can do it." A woman with brown hair says.

I nod. "Alright. Who's going with Mike and Bonnie?"

"We are." A man in the back says, gesturing to him and his partner.

"Okay, Mike, Bonnie, Chris, and Eric on northeast. Hayley, I want you and Moira to take north, okay?" Moira nods and Hayley holds a thumbs up. "Abby and I will take northwest. Be safe out there, guys. Be smart." With that, we all head off on our routes. Abby follows me, making sure to keep an eye on the treeline. The woods around us are full of life. Birds, deer, squirrels, insects... they all create a beautiful melody; the song of nature.

"Y'know..." Abby starts, pulling me out of my thoughts. "It's pretty hot watching you boss people around."

I scoff, kicking the dirt on the path as I walk. "I don't boss anyone around!"

Abby walks beside me, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "You so do!"

"Shut up!" I shove her playfully. She laughs, lightly shoving me back.

"You love me." She hums, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles lightly.

"I do." I hum back. We walk for a bit longer before we reach the first lookout, a gas station attached to a mechanic's garage. We sit and talk for a few minutes, writing in the sign in notebook that there were no signs of infected. After dawdling long enough, the two of us make our way to the second lookout. Ten minutes into our journey, I spot something moving in the trees.

"To our right." I whisper, both Abby and I ducking behind a bush and aiming our guns toward the movement. Just as I'm about to move up closer to try and get an angle, I hear maniacal screaming. I spin around to see a runner charging at me. I have no time to react as I'm shoved violently to the ground with the runner pinning me down, using all of my strength to keep the runner from biting me.

"Y/N!!" Abby screams. Before she can shoot the runner, a second one comes out from the trees. Abby quickly shoots that one before rushing back to my side and ripping the runner off of me. "You motherfucker!" She growls, slamming the runner to the ground and crushing his skull with her boot, the blood splattering on her and me. I lay there frozen, feeling like the wind got knocked out of me. "Shit!" Abby whisper yells. She kneels down beside me as I gasp for air. "Are you okay? Did it bite you?" She's panicking, frantically searching for any sign of injury. I grab her forearms, keeping her from moving them.

"I'm okay, Abby." I assure her when I catch my breath. "I'm okay." Abby grabs my shoulders, helping me sit up.

"Oh shit, your head is bleeding." Abby says, seeing the blood drip down the back of my neck. I feel the warm, sticky crimson flow down the back of my shirt. "We gotta get you back."

"The baby." I whisper, feeling lightheaded as Abby hands me her bag and gets in front of me, helping me onto her back. "We gotta check on the baby."

"We will, sweet girl." Abby says, walking as fast as she can while I cling to her like a little backpack. "Just hang on." I rest my head on her shoulder, closing my eyes as she carries me all the way back to the checkpoint. From there, she uses the radio to call an emergency pickup. She leaves a note for the rest of the team before helping me into the car and telling the driver to get us back as fast as possible. The car ride is a blur. I lean against Abby while she presses her jacket against the back of my head to keep me from bleeding out. I keep my hand on my stomach the whole time. Finally, we get to the infirmary. A nurse cleans me up and stitches the back of my head, giving me water and crackers to help with the dizziness. When I tell her I'm pregnant, she immediately understands my concern and checks the baby's vitals and preps me for an ultrasound.

"Ultrasound?" I ask as the nurse moves the hem of my shirt up to the edge of my bra, exposing my tiny bump. I've never heard anything like that before.

Abby takes my left hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. "It's kinda like a camera." She explains. "It's so they can see the baby. I read about it in a book." As I'm looking at her, I feel something cold and sticky being rubbed lightly on my stomach. I flinch, looking back at the nurse who is applying a clear jelly-like liquid to my stomach. Abby immediately senses my panic, leaning down to press a kiss to my temple. The bed creaks beneath her as she moves. "It's okay." She mumbles against my temple. "It's just to help the camera." I take a deep breath, sighing as I nod, letting Abby know I'm okay. I peck her lips lightly before she sits back up.

"You two make a cute couple." The nurse says, reaching for what I assume is the camera. Abby thanks her as I laugh a little. "You ready to see your baby?" I nod eagerly, Abby doing the same. The nurse presses the camera against my stomach lightly, moving it around as what looks like static appears on the camera. "There." She says finally, holding the camera in one spot. "See that little blob that's kinda shaped like a bean? That's your baby." I gasp, suddenly feeling tears running down my cheeks.

"Abby." I whisper, staring at the little being on the monitor. "Are you seeing this?" I hear Abby sniffle, looking up to see her crying, too.

"That's our baby, honey." She sniffs. I take her other hand in mine, squeezing both of them. "That's our tiny human in there." She's just as amazed as I am.

"It's perfect." I say, laughing a bit at our reactions. The nurse simply gives a proud smile.

"The baby's perfectly healthy, no sign of injuries." The nurse says. Abby and I feel immediate relief. "If you want, I can print out a picture of it for you. This old equipment still works pretty well.

"Absolutely!" Abby says, barely waiting for the nurse to finish her sentence. The nurse cleans off the gel, prints out a photo of our baby, and hands it to me before Abby and I head out to go home. The entire walk home is spent gushing over the photo, feeling like a warm, beautiful light is shining down upon us. When the two of us get home, Abby closes the door before grabbing my face and kissing me hard. My hands instinctively move to her cheeks, my eyes closing as I feel Abby's lips on mine, curving into a smile. She pulls away, leaving me breathless. "You are incredible." She says, only loud enough for me to hear. She strokes my cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. "I love you... so fucking much."

"I love you too." I whisper, pressing my forehead against hers. She kisses me again, this time gently, as if I might break if she kisses too hard. She pulls away after a few seconds, taking my hand and guiding me into the living room. I sit beside her on the couch, my legs resting across her lap and my body leaning into hers. We sit there in peaceful silence, Abby and I staring at the photo of our baby while she rubs gentle circles on my stomach with her warm hand. Just as I'm about to fall asleep, the front door opens.

[sailorshadzter]

coronation day.

The morning of her coronation, she wakes alone.

Shae is there, of course, the only one there so early in the morning, her silent presence offering Sansa comfort and peace. "My lady," she greets as she approaches the bedside, dressing robe in hand; in this moment of privacy, Shae addresses her as she always has for what certainly will be the last time. When she's risen from the bed and her robe in place, Shae ushers her towards over to the table, which has a plate of warm bread and smoked meat, something quick and simple for her to eat before the long process of her day begins.

By the time she's finished eating, two additional maids have joined the room, only after the large copper tub has been brought into the room. Brienne appeared for a single moment, to stoke the fire to ensure her lady's warmth, before returning down to the main hall to keep watch over the preparations alongside Lord Royce. Bucket after bucket of hot, steaming water is poured into the tub until it's nearly overflowing and only then does Shae stop the maids from coming. She drips lavender and rosewater into the bath until the room smells heavenly and that is when all others are sent away, leaving Sansa and Shae alone once more. "It is like it was back then," Sansa says as she rises up from where she sits, a faint smile gracing her features. "Back in King's Landing."

Since the day Shae had arrived in Winterfell, they had not really spoken of those days so long ago. It seemed easier, in truth. Instead, they talked about everything else- Sansa telling her of her horrors as Ramsay Bolton's wife, opening up to the only other person about it besides Jon. Shae tells her about the beauty of Essos and her glimpse of the fallen Targaryen queen before she sailed for Westeros. They talk about the retaking of Winterfell and slowly, but surely, finding the pieces of her family. By the end, Shae smiles, knowing that despite everything that has happened to her young lady, she has found happiness.

"It is... So in the tub with you," Shae responds with a chuckle, reaching out so she can slide the robe from her shoulders. Sansa herself tugs her nightgown over her head and she climbs into the tub. The water, warm and delicious, sloshes over the sides, and she can't help but to sink low and enjoy the sweet scented water.

However in no time, Shae has washed her hair and every inch of her body, and the water has begun to grow cold despite the roaring fire. And so a warm sheet is brought by another maid and Shae wraps her in it as soon as she climbs from the tub, guiding her to the chair before her vanity. Across the room a maid is laying out the gown she's sewn herself, a dress which holds a piece of everyone she's ever loved. The dress is a soft gray, the fabric she was given years ago now, fabric which once was that of Margaery's gown for her wedding to Joffrey. Though Sansa has had the fabric dyed, it is a piece of her one and only friend (besides Shae that is) from her time in King's Landing. The gray of the gown reminds her of her father, for it is the very same shade of his favorite shirt, one which her mother had sewn for him years before when Sansa herself was still clinging to her skirts. The sweeping sleeves are patterned with fish scales, a nod to her mother and Tully roots, and the underside is falling weirwood leaves, a stark red against the gray, those are for Bran of course. Black armor fits comfortably over the bodice, wrought in metal, it represents the both the growing branches of the weirwood trees and for her, symbols what has yet to come. There will be a cloak too- one shouldered, for Arya who wears one every day, though the color is for Jon, black as the clothes he wears, and the tufts of fur its made from for little Rickon, lost to them but not ever forgotten. Even her needle, once worn faithfully around her neck, hangs from a chain around her waist- a piece of herself among all those for her family. And finally comes the crown that she will wear, one of direwolves, not just her family's sigil, but a representation of the wolf king that never came to be. But of course, her crown should be that which reminds her of Robb, the King in the North who came before both her and Jon.

"It's time, your grace," Shae speaks softly, gently, pulling Sansa from her swirling thoughts. All this time that she's been lost within her own mind, Shae has brushed out her hair and dabbed rosewater behind her ears and against her neck. It's true, she can see now the sunlight that pours in from between her curtains, telling her the sun has risen high into the sky. If she doesn't dress soon, she will be late to her own coronation. Suddenly her stomach twists in knots and she finds that she can't find the strength to rise up from where she sits. "Come now, let's get you dressed." Shae gently rises her up from where she sits and steers her into the center of the room, where another maid patiently waits to assist in the process that will be dressing Sansa in her elaborate gown.

And then, when she's fully dressed, there comes a knock to the door.

Shae opens it and steps aside a moment later, offering a quick curtsy to the guest before stepping aside so they may enter. Jon approaches where she stands and for a moment, he's mesmerized by the sight of her; she stands tall in her gray gown, her long red hair worn loose from it's usual braids, instead it falls straight down her back and even from there he can smell her familiar scent of rosewater. He's so lost in this moment of seeing her he's forgotten to bow or even speak, let alone the real reason he's come to her rooms so last minute. "How do I look?" She's asking, bringing him back, reminding him that he's come for a reason that was simply not to stare.

"Beautiful." It's the first word that comes to mind and she's blushing beneath his gaze, her rosy lips curving with a smile. Somewhere behind them, Shae ducks from the room. "I have something for you." He goes on and her smiles vanishes, replaced instead with a look of surprise. From within his doublet he pulls a small box, placed there that morning after he'd dressed in his new clothes, ones which of course Sansa had prepared for him. I'd have sewn them myself, she had said that day when she'd given them to him, but my gown took far longer than I anticipated... He had laughed, but was silenced when he unwrapped the package, his shock at the finery before him bringing a laugh from her instead. "Go on, open it," he encourages her softly and she reaches out, taking the box from him.

When she opens it, she finds she cannot breathe.

Nestled in a soft bed of silk is a shining silver pendant, made from the finest of metals, in the design of a direwolf. It's delicate, made so beautifully that as she runs a finger across it, she can feel the texture of the fur that's carved into it. And the eye... It's a beautiful gem of amber and gold, a color so unlike anything she's ever seen except for.... "Lady...." She's murmuring, tears brimming in her eyes as she realizes the gem is the very same color as her beloved wolf's eyes. "Oh, Jon." When she looks up, Jon is grinning sheepishly, though he reaches out and with a gentle swipe from his thumb, catches the tears that cling to her lashes.

"You have a piece of everyone except for her... I wanted you to have her with you, too." He's sobered now, Stark gray eyes solemn as they stare back at her. "Here," he's reaching for the necklace now, gesturing for her to turn around, which when she does he clasps it around her neck, lingering for a moment longer just so he can feel the brushing of her hair against his hands as she lets it fall back into place. She turns back around then and the pendant sits against her chest, the silver sharp and bright against the black armor, but perfectly fitting for her gown.

"Thank you," she's whispering, tearing up again, but Jon laughs as he shakes his head, urging her not to cry. "I'll treasure it forever." She goes on, hand reaching up to gingerly touch it, as if it were the most precious of things. And in truth, it was.

"Come on then, or else you'll be late," Jon says, offering her his arm, which she takes with a single nod. Together they step out of the room and he leads her along the hall, down the stairs and to the main hallway, which has been lit with torches all the way down to the double doors of the great hall. "I must leave you here," Jon says and she nods, though she can't help but to cling to his arm, keeping him there. "I'll be watching," he says softly, leaning in so his lips capture hers in a fleeting kiss that she feels long after he's gone.

And then, with the strength Jon has given her, she walks down the hall and pushes open the doors that lead her to her destiny.