#🍁🍂leaves in the wind... au

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Now you've got me wondering who our mysterious helper is My guess is either wolverine or it's the people who kidnapped Reader's flock

😿- anon

Hahaha!!!

A bit of both.

Lemme explain.

The fae couple who "adopted" (read: kidnapped) the dragons were Charles and Erik. Their adopted children from before included: Logan and Victor the two orphaned dragon brothers, Hank the selkie or kelpie, Ororo the weather witch, Mystique the changeling, amd once upon a time, Kevin, a.k.a. Morph the changeling... The other kids were Scott the land siren, Jean the fae child, Rogue the changeling, and Pietro and Wanda the fae twins...

Reader's flock included: Laura the large indigo-black and purple-green-iridescent black dragonet, Kurt the thin royal blue-and-gold scaled dragonet, Todd the olive green and dark golden dragonet, Akihiro the tall black dragonet with red eyes and silver veins, and Kitty the baby pink-and-lilac scales dragonet with hazel eyes...

Kevin wants Logan's help, but they find out, in a horror movie-like scene, that their former family had Reader's, and had traumatized them while trying to "help"...

[hoeforhao]

Rusted Away 🍂|| Kwon Soonyoung ||

🍁pairing : ex!soonyoung × fem!reader

🍁genre : exes to lovers, bakery shop au sort of, mostly angst, fluff towards the end, mild smut, mutual pining, slow build up.

🍁warnings : none for this part. will be added in the later ones!

🍁summary : you and soonyoung broke up almost two years ago because according to him sharing a common interest point with each other, to talk about at the end of the day was a necessity. How will things turn out for the spiriting away lovers now that their friend group has assigned them both the common job of baking muffins for the fall party!

🍁part : 1/3 [for fall-ing for u collab ]

🍁word count : 0.8k

🍁author's note : this is my first ever collab and am so excited!!! also i'm posting a full blown fic after a long break for writer's block and i don't know how this has turned out. please let me know your views ♡ last but not the least thanks to @playmetheclassics for beta-reading this for me! ily <3

"Y'all can't be serious right now" you sounded quite disgruntled with your two minions on other side of the conference call, plotting against your sanity, for universe knows how long!

"Well I mean you two quite literally run the two most loved bakeries of our neighborhood. It shouldn't come as a surprise that we will team you up." Steph's plain and unbothered voice echoes right into your ears, specially the 'team up part'.

"Yeah it shouldn't have been surprising or disappointing if it was someone else Steph. But it's with him. With Soonyoung. The Kwon Soonyoung. Out of all the people out there, you two would at least know best about what he did" your voice started shaking with each word it got closer to mentioning his name ; again ; after 2 whole years.

You still were in disbelief that your two most close ones did this to you. After being with you all those nights you cried till you couldn't breathe anymore, holding your trembling body whenever you had the worst breakdowns to seeing you slowly heal from the scabs and stabs left by him, Steph and Niall were with you the whole time. Them now setting you up with him again, for a silly little fall party felt nothing but seriously insensitive to you.

Pressing down on the side button of the phone, you were now sitting on the bed, all covered up in your comfort blankie with a blacked out screen laying on your lap ; the glass of which reflected the browns and caramels of the backdrop outside the misty windows, onto your own ones.

Fall was finally around the corner, which meant that the roads will now be iced all rusty, drizzled with honey leaves and sprinkled on by dark wine twigs. Fall also meant one more thing...the one very thing that was like the warm covering on your wounds, that meant the most to you above anyone and everyone. Your sycamore tree!

Pushing away the fluffy blanket on your legs, you quickly pulled down your pyajams to get dressed into something more appropriate for the weather outside, something more comfy and something that made you feel like you're back home once again a.k.a soonyoung's brown hoodie. While havocing through your entire wardrobe to take out all his belongings and leave back not a single essence of him around you and on you, the idiot missed out on that one brown hoodie he owned...rather the one he loved the most and the one he gave to you on your first date - under the sycamore tree.

You knew that the only thing, the only friend that could soothe the burns on you right now was that tree, the one true buddy that has stood by your side through the pains even your best friends couldn't heal, the big brother that shadowed you whenever the world's bright rays tried to scorch on your skin. So without wasting any more seconds, you hurriedly ran down the stairs leading to the hall. Upon reaching the main door of your small apartment you twist on the knob to pull open the door, and quite instantly a gust of cinnamon flavored wind engulfs all your senses.

Fall was truly your soul season. No matter how much turmoil your life was going through, or how much clogged your brain was to come up with new ideas, a walk down the leaf stained path of your favorite garden while the season's cool breeze flowed through your hair, definitely helped the caged Robin in you fly free finally.

Since the day Soonyoung broke your heart and left you all alone amidst the rusted haze, you've been visiting this sycamore tree every fall, to reminisce all the warm happy moment spent under its shade. To feel the same happiness as the day you planted the tree with your best friend, when you both were only 8 year olds, with the person who held you like the softest cotton bud dispersing away in the breeze all these years only to tear you off the stem at one go now.

You were consumed in your thoughts about how crazy love was, about how the twigs that have seen two people be in love for so long, hang around it for years, the branches that have been painted with countless giggles and soft kisses, now had its leaves shedding themselves from the agony of seeing its spiriting away child standing beneath it to shelter herself from the bleeding marks left by its other child.

Just as you were about to sit down on the dewy grass covering the entire ground below, your phone notification sound blew up suddenly. Drawing the device out from your tote, your eyes fell onto the lit up screen to see the name you've been running away from all this time.

[rillils]

notes: I’ve been going through a bit of a rough time lately, writer’s block being just one of the issues, so I thought I’d put everything on hold for a little while, grab a prompt from a prompt generator and see what happened. Today’s prompt was: cooking for one another or cooking together. Here goes nothing :3 wordcount: 1137 additional tags: modern setting – no powers AU, pre-serum Steve, fluff fluff fluff, domesticity, they haven’t tied the knot yet but they’ve been practically married since they were 15 pass it on. You can also find this ficlet on AO3!

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November has the crisp sound of crushed leaves, and the color of Bucky’s cheeks stung pink by the wind.

His smile is a soft thing when he reaches his arm out to wrap around Steve’s shoulders, herding him close into his side. “Wanna head back?”

Steve shrugs, “Yeah, if you want,” but his head has already found its natural place in the Steve-shaped slot under Bucky’s chin, where the wool lining of Bucky’s coat collar will tickle his cheek all the way home.

“I’m not cold, though,” Steve wishes to inform him, while Bucky guides them down the street at an easy promenade pace.

“’Course not,” Bucky agrees, punctuating the sentiment with a kiss to the top of Steve’s ruffled head. “Should have worn a hat there, Stevie. Wanna borrow mine? You know I don’t mind.”

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“’Kay.” A beat of silence. Two. Three. “Hey, you’ve got your gloves on, right?”

“Sure,” Steve replies, slipping his very much bare hand into the warmth of Bucky’s coat pocket.

“Uh-huh,” Bucky hums against Steve’s temple, absolutely and irrevocably one-hundred-percent fooled. “You know you’ll end up getting frostbite again, don’t ya.”

His voice brushes warmly against Steve’s cold skin, and Steve soaks it up like it’s the last summer sun, ducking his head low so Bucky won’t see him grin. “Yes, Ma.”

If Bucky then chooses crime and deliberately tickles him just under his ribs, over the spot he’s known since 2nd grade will make Steve produce the most embarrassingly high-pitched squeals, then Steve may have, perhaps, had it coming just a little bit.

He catches their reflection in the shop windows as they pass by; there’s Bucky’s grinning profile right there, his bangs mussed by the cold breeze, stirring fuzzily under his beanie; Steve’s own laughing face, the red tip of his nose, and their legs stepping together in perfect sync, one-two, one-two, fluid and easy, like they have a million times before. It fills him with a soft kind of awe, the way they move as one. If life was a poem, Steve is sure their bodies would rhyme.

Bucky’s hand curls snugly around his shoulder, bringing them just that little bit closer. “Let’s make something nice and warm for dinner.”

“Can it have potatoes?”

He doesn’t need to see Bucky’s smile; he can hear it in his voice, soft and amused, half-hidden in the fluff of Steve’s hair.

“Deal.”

*

Steve leans back against the kitchen island, cuddling a steaming cup of tea to his chest, watching the room – watching Bucky – come to life one ingredient at a time.

Bucky throws him a knowing glance, knife in his right hand, the sleeves of his sweater already pulled back to the elbows. “Are you gonna help at all?”

Steve smiles behind the rim of his cup. “Nope.”

“Called it.”

Dinner is a soft, long-rehearsed symphony, and Steve stands close by and listens gratefully, warmth curling like tender fingers in his chest.

The gentle rhythm of Bucky’s knife on the cutting board, chopping carrots into wedges and dicing potatoes into neat little cubes. The silken glide through pork, cut into bite-sized pieces. The languorous sizzle of onion tossed for a sweet little waltz in a drizzle of oil and a scoop of butter, and the splash of wine from the first and only bottle they’ve bought since moving in, and forgot in the back of a cabinet for months. The lazy simmer of the stew muttering quietly on the stove, like the old ladies in the front rows at Mass, with too many tales to tell and not enough time in between Hail Mary’s to spill them all.

Steve gathers every drop of it, of home wrapping her familiar embrace around him, and leans into the sound with his eyes closed, savoring it, Mm.

“You getting sleepy?”

Bucky’s looking at him curiously; Steve allows himself the pleasure of looking back, taking the time to drink him in. The steam from the pot has caused Bucky’s short hair to curl against his brow, and his eyes are smiling even when his mouth is not, and the hoop of Steve’s apron, the one that says Stick a fork in me, I’m done, sits a little too high around his neck. He’s never looked as beautiful, as heartbreakingly sweet as this. The very same thought crosses Steve’s mind spontaneously at least once every day, and every day it feels just as true as the one before.

“No,” he says, closing his eyes again, “I just like watching you.”

He can hear Bucky’s amused snort loud and clear over the bubble-de-bubble of their stew. “Anybody ever tell you you’re a weirdo, honey?”

Steve hums, contentment spreading from the center of his belly to the length of his limbs, reaching down to his fingers and toes.

“All the time, Buck.”

*

Their ankles twine like young roots under the table.

“Here, tell me how it is.”

Bucky feeds him the first spoonful from his own plate, and Steve indulges him, diligently opening up for the spoon.

Flavor unfolds like a many-layered story on his tongue: the sweet tang of rosemary, a whisper of black pepper, the tender bite of pork and the enticing juice of carrot – each voice speaks to him, describing a richness that cannot come from herbs and spices alone.

It’s the measure of everyday devotion; the care that was poured in every gesture, the peeling and the cutting, the stirring and the dishing. The simple pleasure of making something from scratch and saying, without words, For you.

Steve feels the grin bubble up from the well of his chest. The potato’s so soft, it melts like spun sugar on his tongue.

“Well?”

Bucky’s watching him closely; a small, near-shy smile curling his lips.

There’s something in his eyes, in the way they soften like this, in the gleam always kindled within, that Steve has failed to put a name to since he first saw it there.

Perhaps – he thinks, not for the first time – perhaps it needs no name, only a heart to feel it. And he does feel it, every time Bucky looks at him like this. Deep, deep-set here in his heart, in his stomach; in the golden crucible where tenderness is made.

“Come on, don’t leave me hanging,” Bucky prods. “Does it taste okay?”

It tastes like so many murmurs of ‘I love you’, is what Steve truly wants to say; but that’s a little secret he’ll keep to himself for now.

He snuggles his sock-clad feet between Bucky’s calves, like he often does on cold nights, when Bucky pulls him back against his chest, and their legs lock together like puzzle pieces under the duvet.

“It’s perfect,” Steve says.

Bucky’s eyes crinkle softly with his smile. Like poetry, Steve tells himself, as he lifts his own spoon.

[lovebillyhargrove]

Autumn rain. Part 2 of Summer rains. Harringrove seasons au

In September the first autumn rain comes, gentle and quiet. It usually stays for hours, sometimes for the whole day or night, drizzling softly and sadly.

It soothes Billy in a way he didn't know he needed. It reminds him that he has to go, to rest.

The sadness is tranquil, it makes Billy come to peace with what's about to happen. It tells him what he already knows - that you cannot change the way nature works and seasons change each other. Billy knows it and does not mind. He only does not want to let go of Steve.

After the rain stops it's fragrant as well, just like after summer rains, but in a different way. The smells are damp and earthy, and forests smell of dying leaves, thick carpets of moss and fallen pine and spruce needles, and mushrooms shyly showing their shiny caps. Billy loves the smells, they make him serene and accepting.

It is getting sadder in October.

Wistful colder winds start howling and Steve mourns because

Summer is nowhere to be seen anymore.

Steve slides into grief and cries more and more bitterly, the rain becoming icier, until his tears start freezing

And morning dew starts turning into frost.

November brings the first snowflakes silently falling on the cold ground

It lulls Steve to sleep and takes all his yearning away

Slowly piling snow up

Until autumn sleeps deep and sound

Under the heaps of snow

The blanket is heavy

The blanket is warm

They are both sleeping now, apart, but bound to be brought together again

Do they see each other in their blissful dreams?

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A humble gift for @akioukun ☀️🍁🍂

Proofread by @dragonflylady77 💖💖

[writer1queenjaysblog]

Fae princes au (love me or hate me I'm making them Yandere 🤧 🤪)

(Yandere fae princes cuz I'm board)

When she runs away

❄ Jesse ❄

•He'll be between angry and scared. He'll freeze everything and everyone having the cold force them to tell him where his sweet darling is. He'll have a ice storm freeze things, hale stroms on the rise, roads froze to where it's hard to walk so eventually He'll sit in his kingdom of snow and ice as a blizzard is taking place because his emotions are kinda tied to his powers (like Elsa)

•Once she returns he's sitting on his throne smirking as if almost a smug look "Hello my ❄ snowflake you gave everyone quite a scare but now your back I'm thrilled your back to me safe and sound. " His cold finger caressed her cheek sending a actual shiver and chill down her spine. "As for this little game of yours thank goodness it's over..did you have fun my snow princess? Did you get everything out of your system? "

•Will punish her but not to harshly he'll keep her warm as she is a summer fairy and will possibly get sick or worse "Now my snow angel what did you learn darling? "

•Will have her locked away in his room or in a Cage made of ice until he's done with his royal duties of the day.

"I'm not cruel darling I'm looking out for you. " "I did it because I care about you angel I love you that's why I froze half the whole kingdom until I found you." "I'll never let you go I'll cause a Strom and freeze hell over before I let you go. " "I only cause blizzard or Strom when I'm upset you don't want to make me upset do you princess? "

🌙Aaron Z 🌙

•He's obsessed with her so when the guards said she's gone he is engulfed with rage and s u d d e n l y the once bright sunny day turns dark like an eclipse.

•He'll have hundreds if not thousands of soldiers to look for one fairy princess of the sun, his princess of the sun, the light of his life that was so dark and, lonely he couldn't lose her be can't lose her!

•When she thinks she's escaped his dark wings cast a eclipse over her as he pins her "Did you really think I'd let you get away from me that fast my sunlight?" He'll keep her locked away in a dark place since sunlight is how she gets her powers.

•He'll take her with him everywhere he goes so she doesn't plan to leave him and he won't let any sunlight in but it hurts him when she doesn't have her power or isn't glowing as much "If you behave starlight I'll let you go outside today. " "I did this because you stole my heart and I can't let you go that easily so that's why you are here..my sunlight. "

• He'd also move her to his room so she doesn't run away or anything. He'll hold her close to him, kiss her, have his big wings dark as night wrap around them so he can look at her and her alone smiling at him "My starlight one day you'll realize and see that I did this because I love you." "My moonlight I love you I can never let you go you and I are meant to be together you and me forever I'll never let you go..my starlight. "

🍂🍁Robaire 🍁🍂

•Boy oh boy he'll have the leaves blow in the wind like it's a tornado. He'll have the leaves go from bright cheerful colors to looking welted and crumble and the cool wind goes really cold as well.

•He'd have the leave find her and bring her back he's upset but happy she's back to him in his arms. He'll of course have a cold look in his eyes while having a warm smile on his face "Oh darling I'm so glad you are back I was deeply worried ."

•He will follow her around and when he's busy he'll have his court watch her if she escape again they suffer great unspeakable things with the help of Jesse and his snow court.

He'll put his court in deep fear having them search for her once they do be sits on his throne smiling at her arrival "Princess! My spring flower why did you run away like that?" "Why did you run away my rose you had me worried sick don'tever leave my side again!" "My beautiful flower you know that I love you..so much that I can't let you go I C A N `T L E T Y O U G O~! My beautiful flower. "

•Will have her sitting on his lap and kiss her telling her t h a t h e w i l l m a r r y h e r. No matter what he'll keep her with him at all times once summer is over he's going to be really busy so he has her tag along but of course she tries to escape only for him to find her "Now my beautiful flower did you really think I'd let you go that easily? Did you think you could leave me just like that..my beautiful rose?" "I'm only acting like this because I deeply love you no one else can have you my darling you must stay here other wise no one will have a pleasant autumn everything won't look beautiful if I'm angry or upset..now my darling you don't want to make me angry or upset by misbehavingandrunning away..do you? "

🌸🌹Tae Young 🌹🌸

•No one would have suspected him the most cheerful and polite happy sweet prince of spring to have a dark side to him. He'll have all flowers look as if they been through a harsh winter season if she leaves his once beautiful flower garden will have wilted dead flowers and thrones everywhere.

•He'll wilter every flower in the whole spring court until he finds her. Every where he goes flowers dies out and his pink pretty out fits has a dark brown wilted colors on them, his cheery self will fade away, his bright eyes will look dark and dull until he finds his wallflower.

•He's sad but also upset every flower across the kingdom is dead and will remain that way until she is returned which she is and he brighten up again and once again everything is in full bloom roses blossoms back, the court looks beautiful instead of gloomy again, He's happy having his darling back in his arms and to prevent her from runny away he ties her up with a vine "Now my beautiful Lilly you can never escape and leave me again."

•Will shower her in flowers and kisses telling her "My beautiful flower your as beautiful as the lillies I grew last year's spring Oh how beautiful you are laying her in a bed of pink roses I love you so much princess. " He has a flower crown made for her 24/7 and has her tied up in vines with flowers blooming from them.

"You look like a beautiful stone statue like that..your as beautiful as a field of flowers, your beauty shines like marble."

•Has definitely done crazy things like wrapping a vine around her neck having thrones coming out of them if she said she was leaving him "What was that my darling blossom?" "I've told you darling you can't escape, you won't escape, I know you won't escape because I refuse to let you go and I love you too much for you to let me go I cant let you go my love..I w o n ' t l e t y o u!"

☀️Aaron T ☀️

•Quickly starts to panic that his lover ran away. But he's willing to have it be hot really hot! Summer will be more hot and rainy because she's gone, he'll have it dark and cloudy outside and so his subjects fear him because of his temper.

•The once happy sunny prince is dark and gloomy similar to Tae Young he'll change everything it'll be warm one moment then hot as hell the next. Once he finds her he's over joyed and he locks her away but won't let anyone near her.

•He will trap her if she tries to escape from him and he will never let beer back out unless he feels like he can trust her again. "Baby I love you..why..why do always try to leave me?!" When she refuse to eat he'll pin her to whatever and force feed her "No wonder your like this your not being fed properly! "

•He'll make sure she's well fed and taken care of by the maids and He'll keep her with him at all times "Oh my beautiful sunshine I love you so much I just can't lose you again it'll hurt me too much." "If you ever leave again I'll never be the same darling I will destroy all things in my way." He'll say anything to keep her "Baby you don't understand I must have you, I have to be with you otherwise people will suffer we don't want that do we my sunlight? "

•A happy prince until his darling try to leave of course he's killed others who tried to as he puts it steal, take , or influence his darling to leave him or reject him or his love. "Baby listen he had to go I can't have bad influence in my court nor can I allow others to take you away from me darling but don't worry about a thing I'll take care of it all of it I swear my love."

That's it guys! @kunitart art is theirs

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Leaves In The Wind AU features the faer folk, different mythological creatures from European folklore, who all try to survive in their lands, as well as in the human realm.

Reader happened to be a dragon, who had their flock of five other dragons, all of whom would run and roam and hunt and sleep together, having happy days amd carefree nights, just having fun...

Until they entered the territory of a fae couple, who captured them as they tried to escape the horrible woods... they woke up in a large, pristine house, forced to play house and home and family with their captors and the others who had been caught long ago...

Reader resists, as did their friends/siblings, except when they did, the fae used their powers to make them young dragons, who couldn't do anything on their own... Reader escaped in their human form, which was unaffected, but as they tried to save their friend/sister Laura, they weren't able to...

Reader fled, spending the next century far away, amongst the warmer lands of the faer folk, lost and alone and untrusting of all fae...

Kevin, a changeling,, had been like them before. Alone, scared, freshly traumatized, and without their friends, their family... they soend their time befriending the poor kid, keeping them company and leaving food where they'll find it, setting up blankets amd fabrics and odd gifts for them to find around the woods and town...

They didn't mean to find out they were a dragon. It was an accident. But... but it's important theu know. Because dragons aren't alone, ever. They would NEVER choose to be alone. Something is wrong, horribly wrong, if their flock isn't with them, and it's just as worse that there's no adults keeping them safe or feeding them...

It looks like it's just the two of them... and the of them need to find Reader's flock... it's a good thing Kevin knows, begrudgingly, some people who could help...

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Coming soon...

A dark fantasy X-Men Evo AU, where Reader and five others were dragons who stumbled into a fae's territory... Reader is the only one who escapes, after a year... and they are now alone... cue a decade of making friends with a changeling named Kevin, who is their only friend... and now they end up back in the place they escaped, and now they have to choose... stay, or leave...