#I had an urge to draw this orb again

[hana-no-seiiki]

I saw that you need ideas, so how about a yandere from the Neons? I mean, I would like to see more content from them since they represent the elements in Honkai star rail, by the way, sorry if you don't understand, my English is bad... I leave you a little drawing of a masculine makima (it has nothing to do with it, but as a gift ) xd Also, I don't know if I'm the only one, but Nanook makes me handsome >///<

(Sorry, I had already finished it but the work was stained hahaha and I did it again)

Yus the Aeons are so cool looking!! You really feel like they’re actual gods of the universe, especially since you don’t see them first hand (at least for now). Also Masculine Makima reminds me of Karma Akabane lol. I’ll draw it in my style, and add it here as an extra for you ♥️

Hb we mash those two topics up together actually?

warnings: mild yandere themes. mild spoilers for csm. major canon divergence. reader takes the shape of a masc/amab character but it isnt their original form.

status: unedited. updated art.

YANDERE! AEONS + VARIOUS! HSR x AEON OF FEAR/CONTROL! READER

You have no memory of your conception, only that you started existing for what felt like an eternity.

You represented fear and despair, but unlike IX whose mere presence drove humanity into insanity, or the rest of your fellow aeon’s godlike status amongst the world,

you walked around as a normal, ordinary human being.

As normal as an Aeon can get anyways.

In your current lifetime, you took the shape of Himeko’s “brother”, planting fake memories into her mind and being the one that urged her to travel the stars. While she was the navigator, you took the role of conductor before creating Pompom to supplant you.

Welt always knew you weren’t just a regular person. Your eyes always felt distant, so far off that not even a century’s worth of trail blazing would allow him to come close. As such he mostly kept cordial relations with you.

The youngsters of the bunch on the other hand, never seemed to realize the sheer magnanimity of the danger you held and always hung around you.

Particularly that Caelus. The newest addition to the crew. The stellaron within him always pulsed in some sort of giddiness and excitement whenever you were around. The boy couldn’t help but be a nervous wreck when he was around you. Stuttering and stumbling was a common occurrence whenever you so decide as to just breathe at his direction.

You knew what those Stellarons are, their nature, their purpose, the way they were created. In fact if you wanted to, you could have taken the Astral Express straight to the source of it all, your partner: Nanook.

However that would have ruined the fun of it all. So you chose to let them have their little adventures before the final confrontation.

Also because you signed a contract to not meddle with Nanook’s business in exchange for your freedom. But that was another story to tell.

“Why . . . why do you continue this farce? This utterly worthless play?”

IX’s voice rang within your ears and no one else’s. You were the only being it ever gave the time of day to. You imagine it to be the reason why insanity slowly built itself within the recesses of your head.

“You may see the entire universe as worthless . . . but I,” You breath hitched. You looked around your room. Time was frozen. Everything turned grey. You weren’t afraid of the others in the express hearing you, just that the following words you were about to spout out felt like bile on your mouth. “I suppose I’m still a bit like them in a way. I wish to see the world without its evils.”

“And destroying them. That is my first step.” You summon an orb of golden light. Stellarons. The creation of the very thing that made you loath all evil. Including yourself. You will eradicate these and then Nanook yourself. One day.

“Is that why you send those hunters out?”

“Perhaps.” The orb within your hands get covered in chains, quickly getting crushed within the metal like substance as it soon disappeared.

“Do as you wish. Just do not bother me like that imbecile.”

“I promise. I will be much worse than Yaoshi.”

IX remained silent for several seconds, no doubt regretting its decision of associating with you before adding, “. . . And do not die.”

“That one I cannot guarantee.”

Your room’s color returns, time continues. Signaling the end of two Aeons’ encounter.

Nanook, the Aeon that threatened to eradicate all that you love. All so they could have your soul once more. Within your gilded cage. Within your original body that lied dormant.

The Destruction will no longer be a path. That is a guarantee you write upon the stars when your Trail Blazing lifetime eventually comes to a close.

The stage is set, your actors ready.

All you needed was the cue.

Your gloved hand arose, pointing towards the express’s windows in the shape of a gun.

“Bang.”

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you know any bestfriend peter and stiles fixes no steter just really good best friends I just feel like there so underrated <3

Yeah!

Accident by Chattalgi

(1/1 I 964 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles hurts himself.

Derek is there to help.

I’ll Go Through a Million Tragedies Just to Be with You by Ghosted_Redacted

(1/? I 993 I Not Rated I Stackson)

Stiles is suffering after the nogitsune, but that doesn’t mean he has to suffer alone. Sure, no one in town other than an (ex) homicidal werewolf, but that’s…fine.

But then he gets a call from London.

And maybe people do care.

(In other words: everyone suffers. But everyone also finds someone to love)

Two of Swords by pixieblade

(1/1 I 7,484 I Teen I Sterek)

Denial, blocking off emotions, avoidance of and not seeing the truth, stalemate, impasse.

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They gather to stare at the orb. It's cold, where it should be warm. There's death, where life should flourish. One reaches out a hand, takes the freezing orb and presses it deep against his chest, sharing warmth and life and love.

'Breathe, little spark,' he whispers softly. Finding gentleness when it was once so lost to him. 'Breathe,' he coaxes. 'We're here. You're not alone anymore. Never again.'

The orb shudders in his embrace. Tears, like a melodic tinkling, dance across it's surface as it gives in and sinks into the heat of the other.

Never again, it repeats, and prays the other is right.

Wild (Blue Neighborhood) by BeautyOnFyre

(1/1 I 11,029 I Teen I Sterek)

Peter's lethargic body was unresponsive as he sat in the wheelchair, endlessly staring out the window of his hospital room. His side twinged a bit from the rough scrubbing the nurse had given his mottled flesh earlier and he ached to move even a finger.

"Uncle Peter?" The small voice was behind him in the doorway. He remembered that voice. Contrary to the title bestowed from the small girl that rounded his chair into his line of sight, Stiles Stilinski was not related to Peter at all.

Or how Stiles and Peter became best friends for life and brought Stiles into the Pack.

A Wolf's Ribbon by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(6/6 I 36,091 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek had been coached on how to approach the child heir apparent while hundreds of eyes watched him. He kept his eyes focused on the cradle, leaning over the edge as best he could to see the baby everyone had been talking about.

Stiles smiled when he saw Derek, kicking his legs out as he reached a hand up for him. He cooed at Derek, his fingers grabbing at the older boy in an attempt to touch him, all to no avail. He gurgled out a laugh when Derek reached a hand down into the cradle, snatching hold of his fingers as best he could.

Derek offered a small smile in response, allowing Stiles to playfully tug on his hand.

The two children made an adorable sight before the Court and their parents. That was the moment Queen Talia and King John decided to arrange their marriage. Every second was planned out without the voiced concern of the children.

It takes a village by pixieblade

(32/? I 78,312 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is tired. He's tired of always having to defend himself to his so-called best friend. He's tired of being ignored and he's tired of the Pack never having his back.

So this is his line. He'd draw it in the sand, but all he has is a glitter sharpie.

It'll have to do.

Baseball Bats and Sour Wolves by Erin1324

(68/? I 84,425 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek is cursed with some sort of spell, and for some reason only responds to Stiles as a result. He tries to attack everyone else, even his Alpha, he's also acting super overprotective of Stiles, hardly letting anyone get close to him.

Joining the Fang Gang by AClosedFicIsNeverRead

(21/? I 87,645 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Lydia? Lydia, look at me,” Derek urged, a slight tremor in his voice as he fought to be gentle with her despite his alarm. She blinked through tears and struggled to meet his gaze as he crouched in front of her. “What did you see?”

“Forest… It’s dark… His Dad is screaming for him…” Her lips trembled as she shook her head and gasped, “Oh, God… He’s dying, Derek. I can feel it… It hurts so much… Oh, poor Stiles…”

- OR -

The one where Stiles is turned into a vampire, hides it from the pack, and tries to manage his new 'condition' without them noticing.

[iheartchv]

Hey, can you do a vampire, Leo x F!Reader, but in Bayverse with prompts and can you do it in a lemon too

79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 74. “Just relax.” 89. Mating season 142. “Bite me.” 58. Turtle bedroom 123. “Don’t hold back.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 32. “Do you trust me?” 5. “MINE.” and turning into a vampire

Could you add this request to your Masterlist

Sorry this took sooo long, I've been working on my life and trying to figure out/ plan what I'm gonna do in the next 2 years ( I'm living with and supporting my dad until he is able have steady income somehow or someway.) Im sorry if this seems rushed or all over the place, it's been a while since I've written anything and... I've run out of ideas for the vampire TMNT AUs. Hopefully the spooky season can give me inspiration/motivation to start writing again🎃😈🧡💜🖤

Prompts used (c) @turtle-babe83

Everyone involved in the story is 18+ This was written by an adult for adults. ⛔No one under 18 here please.⛔ By clicking Keep reading you give consent that you are mature and of age to read the content below⚠️

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He was taught to stay hidden in the shadows. But the way you looked under the moonlight was enough to make him feel alive, something he hadn't felt for a long time. You were... different, and he couldn't help but to be drawn to you... like a moth drawn to a flame.

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Leo stood before you on the rooftop of your apartment, the pale light of the moon bathing the both of you in the spotlight for an invisible spotlight. He had sent you a text saying that he needed to talk with you. And here you both were, safe from any prying eyes.

"What is it, Leo?"

You crossed your arms across your chest, waiting to hear what the turtle in blue had to say. The way the moon made his eyes glow made him look dangerous. It caused your heart to pound, feeling like a prey to a hunter. You knew that he was a vampire after sometime, knew he was dangeous but... you couldn't stay away from him. You couldn't stop thinking and dreaming of him.

Leo's ocean blue eyes looked you up and down. He felt a stirring inside him. It was a powerful urge to do more than taste your blood... He knew what this hunger was. He had dealt with this feeling for so long, but since meeting you it had intensified. It was getting harder and harder to resist the temptation of taking you as he mate.

He knew you had feelings for him, too. Right now, he could read your mind, hear the sound of your heart starting to race. Even without his vampiric powers, he could tell by the light blush of your cheeks what you were thinking. He took a deep breath and then started to speak.

"Y/N, do you... believe in fate?"

What kind of question was that?

"I... don't know. I've never thought about things like destiny or fate."

"I've thought and meditated about it, and... I believe that you and I were meant to be."

You had so many thoughts running through your mind. Thoughts of you and Leo being immortal, together forever... This was all of a sudden and it had caught you off guard. What was you supposed to say?

"How can you say that? How can you be so sure? We've only known each other for a short time." You continued to spout out nonsense, anything to deny and lie to yourself about the way you felt toward him.

Leo stepped forward and replied,“You can deny and argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” He could see through your meaningless words. Because whether you knew or not, you belonged to him before he knew you. He claimed you the first time he laid his eyes on you.

"Leonardo..."

You felt tears burn your eyes and turned your back to him, thinking that not by looking at him you'd be more rational with your thoughts. However in your minds eye you could see the terrapin's glowing blue eyes, drawing you into the luminious orbs. With a heavy sigh and a soft voice you said to him,"We're both from different worlds, it... it wouldn't work out between us even if we tried."

'You're so cruel to make me feel this way, Leo... I'm just trying to protect us from heart ache... I care for you too much to hurt you.'

Strong arms were wrapped around you in an embrace from behind. Leo had pulled you in, burying his snoot into the crook of your neck and shoulder, letting his senses be enveloped by your scent. He wanted to be intoxicated by you.

He could feel the pain in your heart just by looking into your eyes. He breathed as slowly and as calmly as he could to control his unquenchable thirst for you. This wasn't easy but for you he'd do anything to protect you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. That was out of line and selfish of me... I'm not usually like this, but.. you're the only one who makes me feel this way."

There was a silence between the two of you for a moment and then your hands gently touched one of his arms. The pebbled texture of his skin against the smoothness of your palm was an interesting sensation.

"I know. I... just need some time to think about all of this."

"Whenever you're ready, I'll be waiting for you, y/n."

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After a few months, and a few times of spending the night with Leo, you were ready to accept the leader's proposal: to make you his forever. Call it being overconfident, or maybe just being completely stupid, but your feelings for Leonardo made itself be known and in your heart of hearts you loved him. There was no turning back, and there would never be someone who could treat you the way he did. 'Just relax. Lay back and let me take care of you,' he had said to you during your first time with him.

And right now, you were underneath him panting and moaning, with his hands holding your legs back as he rocked in and out of your dripping pussy. He was huge compared to a human and had made you orgasm a few times already... he was just getting started.

Leo was chasing his orgasm, knew he wouldn't last much longer. The urge to bite you, taste your blood, and fully take you as his grew stronger and stronger everytime. But with the last sliver of self control he had he stopped himself before he could sink his fangs into your neck.

“D-don’t hold back," you panted.

“Do you trust me? I... don't want..."

“Yes, bite me, please, Leo~ I want you, I want you," you softly whined.

He heard your mewling plea. How could he resist the look of wanton desire that burned so brightly in your eyes? After all, he vowed to give you everything you wanted.

He purred near your ear then growled, “MINE.”

Then he pierced his fangs into crook of your neck, tasting your sweet warm blood as it coated his tongue and down his throat. As he was doing that, he was slamming his hips against yours, becoming lost in the euphoria he felt right now. The sounds of your mixed crys of pain and pleasure spured him on, wanting to bring you to highest point of paradise.

This time with Leo was different from those other nights. After being spent, you fell into a deep sleep. That is until Leo softly woke you, his voice echoing in your mind. You knew in that instant that you and him were to be together forever more.

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[gale-force-storm]

Just A Taste

Rating: T+ Pairing: Gale x named female Tav Additional tags: Yearning. Just so much yearning Word Count: 2.5k

Read it on AO3

“Can I at least get a kiss to see me off?” she asked. Gale’s facade of casual geniality slipped, and he returned her gaze with equal longing. “I can't,” he replied. Never before has Morrigan been so desperate for a single kiss.

“Do you like having your belly rubbed?”

Morrigan had thought that was blatant enough, but apparently not. She resisted the urge to groan as Gale launched into another story about Mystra. She understood, of course, but gods if she wouldn’t be happy to never hear the name again. Fortunately, Gale quickly caught up to what she’d been trying to imply.

“Wait. Are you saying...” He looked pensive, pausing for a moment before he continued. “You know what? I think I’ve clearly had far too much wine. And you’ve had nowhere near enough. I think this is a conversation best held back on. For now. With my condition as volatile as it is, I fear any undue, er, excitement, may tip it over the edge. So to speak.” He smiled at her warmly. “Go, indulge in the frivolities — they’re good for the heart. And mine will be all the lighter, to see you enjoying yourself.”

“It won’t be near as much fun without you,” she insisted.

“I have faith that you will be able to find plenty of fun with everyone else.”

She sighed and looked at him with bare longing. Regardless of his insistence that she indulge more, she knew the wine was getting to her. She'd never been shy, but usually she was able to moderate herself better than this. But at the moment, after so many days of playful flirting and dancing around each other, the tension slowly building, she found she couldn’t help her desire for him.

“Can I at least get a kiss to see me off?” she asked.

Gale’s facade of casual geniality slipped, and he returned her gaze with equal longing.

“I can't,” he replied. “I...” He hesitated for a moment, then reached a hand out, beckoning. She immediately gave him her own. He pulled it to his chest, though unlike a few days ago — gods, had it only been a few days? — he didn't place it over the orb. Instead he brought it lower and a bit to the side, right over his heart. It took her a moment to draw her mind away from the intimacy of the gesture to notice just how quickly that heart was beating.

“Just being this close to you,” he explained, “seeing the way you look at me... Do you have any idea what you do to me? Especially with the wine impairing my focus? The mere idea of kissing you, of holding you, of...” He cut himself off, and his heart pounded beneath her hand. “If I dwell on it for too long, it almost overwhelms me. I want to, please don’t doubt that, but I can't. Not yet. Not now. I'm sorry.”

Morrigan could feel her own heart racing, almost in sync with his. She slid the hand on his chest up slowly, giving him time to pull away if he wanted as it moved to his shoulder, up his neck, until it finally cupped his jaw, her thumb caressing his cheek.

“It's alright, dear heart. I understand. I can wait.” Her expression turned slightly heated. “As soon as we find a way to deal with the orb, however...”

Gale's own hand held hers in place as he nuzzled into the touch. He turned his head slightly and ran his lips over her palm in the ghost of a kiss. Morrigan's breath caught. Gale's did too, and his gaze was burning hot when he turned it back to her.

“As soon as we do,” he said lowly, “I assure you we will be more than making up for lost time.”

Morrigan nodded, her heart pounding, her mind racing with the possibilities. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this worked up, and all he’d done was hint at kissing her hand.

“I'll hold you to that,” she breathed.

“I hope it's not the only thing you'll be holding me to,” he said, a roguish smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “I'm looking forward to it.” His expression softened as he nuzzled into her hand one last time before letting it go. “For tonight, however, you really should go and enjoy yourself.”

“I believe I will,” she replied, her expression turning mischievous. “I'll enjoy myself quite a bit, thinking about what “making up for lost time” might entail.”

Gale's eyes widened briefly as he caught her meaning. He took a deep, shuddering breath. “I fear you'll be the death of me,” he muttered.

“Only a little death, I hope,” Morrigan replied teasingly. “Goodnight, Gale.”

“Goodnight.” He watched as she walked away and did her rounds, bidding everyone else a good night and offering well-wishes to their guests. She threw him one last look before entering her tent, and he swore he could feel the way her eyes trailed over his body. He reached for the bottle of wine he'd been nursing and took a large swig directly from it, and he very pointedly did not let his mind wander to just what she was doing in that tent.

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“Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near-undead experience talking, but standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more.”

Morrigan could swear her heart skipped a beat. Now? He was doing this now?

“Unfortunately this is neither the time nor the place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside. For now.”

He turned and started down the pathway, leaving Morrigan standing for a moment in shock.

“What in the hells did I just witness?” Shadowheart said incredulously as she finished healing Lae’zel’s wounds nearby. This was enough to snap Morrigan out of it, and she jogged off down the trail after Gale.

“Wait! Gale, wait! You can’t say something like that and then just walk away!” She caught up with him and grabbed his arm, halting him. “You’re really going to say all that and then just go back to camp without another word?”

“I... What else would you have me do?” he asked, eyes wide, cheeks still flushed from his admission.

“I don’t know! At least kiss me or something!”

Gale’s eyes flicked rapidly around her face, over her shoulder to where the others were coming down the hill, off to the menacing shadows in the near distance, and back to her.

“As I said, this is truly neither the time nor the place. Though I assure you,” he added, seeing her disappointed expression, “that when the right time does come I will not leave you wanting.”

Morrigan’s breath caught at that, striking her speechless once more.

“Okay,” she finally agreed. “Later then.”

He gave her a small smile and a nod before continuing on down the path. She followed after, his words running through her head over and over. They would talk about this later.

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Morrigan thought about it for the rest of the day, his words running through her head. She’d hoped that he might seek her out back at camp, or after dinner, but no such luck. By the time everyone started turning in for the night, she was thoroughly confused. Did he mean that the shadowlands in general weren’t the time or place? Was he really just going to keep acting like nothing had happened? She needed answers. She decided to pay a visit to his tent before she went to bed.

“Knock knock,” she called from outside.

Gale poked his head out, smiled when he saw her, and exited his tent entirely.

“Good evening. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Morrigan simply raised an eyebrow at him. Gale furrowed his brow. “You’re unhappy about something.”

“Not unhappy, just a bit confused. Can we talk?”

“Of course.” He held his tent open for her to enter and secured the flap behind them. A small magical light illuminated the interior with a soft glow. She sat on a large cushion that was on the floor, and he took a seat on his bedroll in front of her. He fiddled nervously with the cuff of one of his sleeves, and Morrigan’s expression gentled.

“I promise I’m not upset, Gale. I just... I’ve been thinking all day about what you said to me after that battle earlier. But tonight you’ve just been going about everything as usual, as though you didn’t tell me outright that you wanted me and then walked away without so much as a second glance. Thinking about what you said, the way you looked at me, I’ve been worked up ever since.”

Gale blushed, a lovely pink that crept from his cheeks down his neck, disappearing under his sleep shirt. What she wouldn’t give to see just how far down it went.

“My words really had that much of an effect on you?”

Morrigan couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Is that such a surprise, given the effect your mere presence normally has on me?”

“I suppose I didn’t realize the full extent of that, either.” Gale's small smile was an endearing mix of proud and bashful. “I do apologize for any confusion or... frustration.”

“It’s alright.” Morrigan’s soft smile shifted into a smirk. “I assume you’ll be making it up to me.”

“That is my intention.” The look he gave her was full of promise, enough to give her goosebumps.

“Can I ask when that might be?” she asked, not caring to hide her eagerness. “I was thinking, with the orb stabilized... I realize there’s a lot that’s come with that, but does that mean...?”

Gale nodded in confirmation. “Yes. All previous risk of the orb going off unexpectedly is gone, at least for the time being. However, I...” He looked off to the side and took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking. Planning something. And I’m afraid I'll have to beg your patience for a bit longer.”

Morrigan frowned. “You know I don’t need anything fancy, Gale. I just want you.”

Gale paused at that, eyes wide and full of mingled disbelief and desire. “I appreciate you saying so,” he finally said. “But I want to do this right, as much as I can given our current circumstances. It’s important to me that I be able to do this for you. Please. I promise it won’t be too long.”

Morrigan ached at the pleading look in his eyes. Gods, she adored him. “Alright,” she said quietly. “Anything this important to you I’m happy to wait for.” Her smile turned playful. “I’ve waited this long, after all. I’m quite patient.”

“More than I could ever hope to deserve,” Gale breathed, fully earnest.

Morrigan's heart stuttered. She could be patient. She knew she could. But the warmth in his voice, the look in his eyes, it was all too much for her to resist.

“Can I make a small request?”

“Of course. Anything.”

“Can I please kiss you?” she pleaded. “Just one kiss. Something to hold me over.”

She could practically see the way his mind raced as his eyes flitted over her. After a long moment, he nodded.

“Alright,” he said softly.

They both leaned forward and he reached up with one hand, gently cupping her cheek. She leaned into the touch as she looked at him. She licked her lips and let her eyes flick down to his mouth before meeting his own once again. She leaned in further, placing a hand on his thigh for balance, and finally let her eyes close. Their foreheads and noses met and they paused for a moment that seemed to stretch out into an eternity, lips hovering just barely apart, breathing each other in.

She sighed when their lips finally met. It was just like she’d imagined all those nights ago, when he gave her that magic lesson. Soft and gentle at first. Tentative. A sweet and tender press of their lips. But it didn’t take long for it to grow more heated. Their mouths opened and she drew his lower lip in, lightly scraping it with her teeth before swiping over it with her tongue. He let out a quiet moan at that which set her aflame and spurred her on. She released his lip and started to chase it with her tongue, only to find his own tongue waiting for her. It slid into her mouth and they both let out soft sounds as they tasted each other. Her free hand moved up to his shoulder, and his firmly grasped her waist, holding her close. They pressed against each other as they kissed, chest to chest. She moved the hand on his shoulder up further, her fingers toying with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. She was well on her way to losing herself in his warmth, his taste, his scent, his sounds, the eager press of his mouth against hers. However, all too soon he pulled back, drawing a small, sad sound from her as they parted. He breathed heavily as he rested their foreheads together and took a moment before pulling back entirely.

“I admit I’m a bit out of practice, but I hope that will be sufficient to sate you for now.”

Morrigan could only nod for a moment, her voice stolen from her along with her breath. She swallowed, trying to compose herself.

“If that’s you out of practice, I fear for my ability to do anything other than kiss you once you refresh your skills,” she managed with a breathy laugh. She had to swallow again when she saw Gale’s pleased smile at the statement.

“Adequate then, I take it?”

“More than,” she confirmed. Her expression turned mischievous, then. “I believe this memory will keep me excellent company through the long nights of waiting for whatever you have planned.”

His eyes widened slightly at the implication, and he cleared his throat.

“Happy to be of help.”

She smiled at his reaction and let her hand fall to his own, catching it and giving it a squeeze. He squeezed back. She sighed.

“I suppose I should take my leave,” she finally said with reluctance. Gale hesitated a moment before nodding.

“Indeed. We both need our rest, after all.”

“Goodnight, goodnight. Parting is such sweet sorrow.”

“That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow,” he finished. He brought her hand up and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Sleep well, Morrigan.”

“Sweet dreams,” she replied softly. It took more willpower than she expected to bring herself to leave his tent, but she managed, and she felt a lightness within her as she walked over to her own tent. She kept replaying the kiss in her mind as she laid down, lingering on every sensation. Yes, that memory would definitely keep her excellent company.

[herzzgeist]

Ahhhh yes!! I had to jump on this now that your requests are open again. Could you do Law x reader, maybe a newer relationship and they find out they're expecting? You can run with it however. If you want to do a scenario where they keep it or where they can't keep it, totally up to you. How would Law react or what would he say? Thank you!!

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 2k | Warnings: Angst - mentioning of abortion

Synopsis: (Y/n)-ya are you alright? Please talk to me! Your boyfriend is in worry. Almost every morning you run to the bathroom, not able to keep your guts in. Fatigue crashes over you and- oh my god . . you missed out your period this month. Could it be?

A/N: I always wanted to write this . . man I had to keep in some salty droplets to myself, while writing this. Thank you so much for requesting Anon - hope you like it

this song struck a nerve

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

"Good morning sleepy head!", you whisper sweetily, shuffling over to your completely knocked out man - he isn't ready to get up just now. The only thing you hear are his annoyed grumbles as he rubs his heavy lids and glides through his messed up raven hair.

Supposedly he mutters a faint 'Morning, my heart', words so gentle reaching your ears it warms you from within. Kisses pepper along his jaw line, over his cheeks and onto his nose, pestering Law to a certain extent. You earn a set of growls, yet as you break away, he pulls you in closer again. 'Don't stop' translated from his mute language.

Pressed on top of him, you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, his scent leaving you in a haze, the odor reminding you of amber musk. "Coffee?" - "Never a day without.", his answer lets you snicker and you heave yourself off him, making your way to the bathroom.

Suddenly, the unexpected state of feeling awfully sick to your stomach strikes you. Slamming your palm against your lips to withstand the urge to rid the unwelcome gathering of acid in your mouth, you sprint to the toilet.

"(Y/n)-ya? What's wrong?", Law immediatly gets on his feet, following you in concern. As the door slams right in front of his face, he merely hears your pained groans. Leaning against the wall, he idles his head against it impatiently. So he asks again: "May I come in?" - "No!"

He sighs, vexed by the fact he cannot not help you at all, but he isn't giving in so easily. Knocking against the metallic door he explains: "If you won't let me see you, I can't take proper care of you. Please."

On the other end of the creaking steel you stand, opening the way to the bathroom. Paleness hues your face and dark circles draw beneath your eyes, even competing the sleep deprived doctor's. Something isn't right, that is for certain.

With slow motions he approaches you, worry furrowing his brows and steel orbs hovering over your rather fragile appearing frame. There are no additional observations needed for him. "You just caught a norovirus. Erm, I mean you got the stomach flu.", he reassures you, lids narrowing suspiciously. Nonetheless accepting his prognosis, you don't pay no further mind to the occurence.

Which was easier said than done, as the sickness plagues you in the upcoming mornings. This is bad, it's been three days now since this chaos started.

The oddness couldn't get any worse can it? It won't last, will it? To your demise it does. You decide to call it out to your lover on a tranquil evening, snuggled up on the bed together and reading to your heart's content. "My love, do you remember the last time I was on my period?" - "Yes, it was from the 26th to the 30th last month. What's up?", his sharp mind never ceases to amaze you, remembering the smallest of matters with ease.

'Shit' reverbarates in your thoughts. It's past due. Thus you stutter: "Law, could you please scan me?" He stares at you and doesn't dare to question your request, simply tagging along. The both of you prepare yourselfs, you letting your legs hang from the edge of the mattress and the doctor goes about his work infront of you. Kikoku hums across his vision and the doctor analyses every inch of your quaking body.

Silence. The Captain is speechless. It is clear as day now. His deep voice reaches you, strain dragging his confusion: "You are . . well." - "Pregnant." Bewildered, also touched, Law leans in and cups your cheek lovingly. Are his eyes shimmering with the faint spark of tears? Lips quiver a sentence you wish you could eradicate out of your system this instant: "We can't keep her, (Y/n)."

"Her? It's a girl? How do you-", mid-utterance you realise your lack of underestanding has been answered verily quick, given the fact you are talking to a powerful man capable of every medical term beyond your comprehension. The ability allows him to see all possible aspects that are relevant to him.

And so, Law saw, that he could be a father to a little girl. Is what you thought at least, for he proceeds: "We're pirates. Having a baby out at sea isn't just dangerous for the child, it's going to be hell for you throughout the ten months of carrying it. The pressure in the submarine isn't exactly a good condition for your womb. I-"

Deep in thought he comes to a stop, scratching the back of his neck as he lifts his white hat off his dark strands. Never have you seen him this upset before, not out of agitation, but sadness - melancholy. Lungs retract and push out a shaky breath out of you as tears gather and you whimper: "I want to keep her. This is a sign of our love, given form, a life." your hand glides over your lower stomach, feeling it up in disbelief something starts to grow within you "We're at a point of coming to an end in piracy, Captain. We achieved our goals and more, what else is there left to gain? Please . ."

Your inner torment is met with stillness. The doctor just looks at you, a mixture of pain and indifference curling his lips to a frown. Cold steel irises fixate on your e/c ones, emotions vacant in his restless demeanor. "I love you with all my heart, and I would gladly give my all to you.", you fight against the lump in your throat, trying to keep composure, yet in vain.

Salty droplets dwell over your cheeks as you beg your partner to listen, to out his mind and reconsider.

Again, nothing escapes Law, only unsteady huffs of nervosity coming your way. The crack of your voice takes him aback as you raise against him: "Trafalgar, speak to me! Please . . let us find a home. I don't want to lose her. All I wish for is for us to be at peace for once! Now that we have the freedom to do what we want . . this is a miracle!"

It hurts. Your palm presses onto your belly, symbolising how dearly you cherish what Law has gifted you. Slowly you step closer to him, however he keeps his distance, leaving your shared room quietly. With a violent shake in your hand, you close your mouth with it, muffling the low cries that leave you as they get louder.

You just stand there, trembling in overwhelm. So this is it? You're not going to be the mother of your much adored significant other? Not to mention, will you be able to stay together as a couple?

Law hasn't left completely, his back pressed on the other side of the door, listening to your cries. Something inside him wants to go back in there, however his rational thinking won't budge, holding him in place. It rips him in two. Hence, even a resilient man of his stature cannot win the battle against the heartache, pouding in his chest. Pulling down the brim of his hat, he hides the tear drifting down his skin.

The day of the abortion has come. It frightens you, utterly crushes you. At the infirmary, you sit on the inspection table, sniffling and wiping away stray droplets to show more poise.

Entering the room, you see the tall shadow of your boyfriend and you shudder by his nearing presence. Exhaling deeply, you look up at him, noticing the dark circles beneath his eyes, darker than ever. Sleep was out of question for him, as the both of you decided to seperate your ways for the last two days.

The nodachi glows in a light blue light, and Law mutters a deft 'scan', checking in on your vitals once more, before continuing his persumed ongoing. Then - nothing. Sheer fret overcomes you, anxious about his hesitation: "Captain?"

Laying aside his weapon, the doctor inches your direction and towers over you. The white hat finds a spot beside you on the inspection table and the tall man kneels down. "You'll be a great mother, my heart.", he whispers, reaching out his inked and calloused hand to your lower tummy, softly pressing onto it.

What does he mean? Confused you tilt your head. To his notice, he gives you a pained smile: "I want to keep her too. I will do everything in my power to find a home for us, however I am uncertain about the baby's health, if she will inherit the same suffering I went through as a child."

The shattered pieces of your world get rebuilt with hope, hearing him fumble his vaguely unadmitted sentiment. This is where tears of anguish turn into joy, earning a sigh of relief out of you, although the thought of your baby possibly being afflicted with the amber lead disease troubles you no doubt.

"It's difficult for me to say if I'm able to protect her from it. I don't want her to go through the same . . she deserves . . you-", swallowing hard, he rests his head in your lap "I need the both of you, safe and sound.", his worry is audible in his low and raspy voice, feeling the tensitiy in his figure. Black locks glide through your fingers, massaging the back of his head gently - it is concerning, yet there is a tiny speck of hope lurking.

Law faces you, a long lasting look of admiration and love beams at you as he attempts to smile again, this time with more confidence: "I want to see your belly grow. There's nothing else in the world I wish to witness more than you carrying our baby. Forgive me . . for my doubts and selfishness. . but, are you still willing to do that for me? With me?"

Without a word, you accept his wish in a nod, carressing his austere jaw and softly fondling his sideburn. The man before you melts, overjoyed, though with a hint of anxiety, he kisses the hand that consoles him and leans towards your stomach, doing all the same - lips granting your soon to be growing womb a peck of affection.

After staying like this for a while, him resting on your lap, you hum cautiously: "How would you like to call her?" The reply takes some time, the cogs in his mind noticably spinning and turning, until he finally mumbles: "Lami."

"Captain, look! She's so small in my paws!", the polar bear mink titters lowly, afraid to scare the little one in his black paw pads. Law simpers, asking his former Vice Commander to be careful. Bepo sniffs the tiny human with his enormous bulby nose, flashing a big toothy grin as he sees Lami chuckling and smiling, holding out to the snow white fur.

The display of sheer joy, contentment - warms your heart. You take a stand beside your partner. Law wraps his arm around you, kissing the crown of your head as he whispers: "Thank you." To that you blush, abashed by his mellow behaviour. Oh how you love him.

The both of you watch the mink play with your new born, lulling in baby language as he cradles it gingerly.

Luckily, Lami is a perfectly healthy baby, a wonderful mix of her parents, pitch black hair and a cute round face.

"She has your smile, love.", you coo, nuzzling Law as you give him a side hug. All his stoic fades, for he grabs your chin and turns your head to put his lips on yours, cherry skin being embraced lovingly and he hushes subsequently: "Don't be ridiculous, I don't smile. She comes after you."

His retort tickles you, opting you to shove this man a bit to underline your acted appall. Law throws his trademark smirk at you, holding you close as he mutters: "Love you, my heart." - "I love you too."

The Surgeon of Death now understands the principle, the miracle of life. It is a well deserved gift, after living such a checkered life like he did, cherishing the feeling of fatherhood. Law truly loves you, his sweetheart of a woman, grateful for you brought his daughter to this world.

He will protect her at all costs, no matter what. The wish to see his little girl grow into a fierce and strong woman, caring all the same like her mother - he cannot wait.

[pinkiemme]

Shadow puppets (Gale x Tav)

Drawing by me, full pic here

Shadow puppets

A/N: Soft Gale x Tav, around 900 words!

“That’s an owl bear! How did you manage to make an owl bear, Gale?” you whisper yell at him as you get even closer to the wizard.

You’re both lying down next to the fire you made earlier. Gale’s hands are extended towards the hidden sky, the soft shadow cast by his fingers is moving over the wall of the cave you had camped in. You were now so close you could feel his shoulder moving against yours while he played with his hands, a smile adorning his lips.

You were transfixed by the simplicity and beauty of the shadows, and you had recognized the silhouette of an owl bear. Gale kept moving his fingers, making it look like the owl bear was licking its beak.

“How do you do it?” You move your eyes to his hands now, curious about how he had positioned them. You hear a little chuckle coming from him, and feel his breath on the skin of your face before hearing his voice, softer than you had ever heard it before “I am merely moving my hands, there’s no magic in it”.

You glance at his face, he seems to be focused despite his words “Gale, I think you have a gift for this”. The wizard looks at you now and presses his lips together before speaking again “Let me tell you a secret, I managed to do it by mere chance” he smiles at you and looks back to his hands, his eyebrows raising as he opens his mouth once more “Look! It’s getting furious, whatever did you do to anger it?”

“This” you mumble at the same time you raise your hand towards his while observing how your shadow joined the owl bear form. And then, you move your fingers so it looks like you’re flicking its head, a soft giggle leaving your mouth.

Before you have time to react Gale grabs your hand firmly, moves it so your palm stays open and your fingers spread. You can feel his soft skin as he guides you. With one hand he starts to gently caress your arm, the long fingers of the other one intertwining with yours.

You feel goosebumps on your skin and hold your breath, your eyes focused on the shadows your hands are creating. It’s beautiful. The way you can’t really say which fingers are whose, his two hands now encasing yours. It’s sensual. The way you can feel how his breath hitches when your palms press together. It’s erotic. The way he murmurs against your ear “We are designing a flower with our hands, with our touch” as his body presses against yours and the shadows forms a blossom of entangled fingers. It’s arousing.

You both start to move your hands, a soft pinch here, a bold caress there. Your heart is beating fast, you can feel it on your throat and your ears, your face gets warm and your breath quickens. You can’t look away from the shadows of your joined hands, playing with each other’s.

“Gale, this is beautiful” you manage to gasp out the words, and for once, you don’t hear his voice replying to you, just a hum that makes his chest vibrate.

Then, you finally look at your hands suspended in the air. His fingers are so alluring, you can’t resist the sudden urge to kiss them and with your fingers grasping his own you bring his hands down. Towards your face. Towards your mouth.

He can feel your hot breath on his fingertips, and he doesn’t dare exhale the air in his lungs, afraid he might break the spell you find yourself in. His eyes are fixated on your glistening lips. He feels as if time has stopped, and wants nothing more than for you to continue, to feel your mouth on his skin.

Gale can feel his own lower lip trembling in anticipation, his rib cage feels like it will explode any minute, something inside wanting to burst. It’s a sensation nothing like the one that that damned orb creates. He wanted more, he wanted more of that agonizing feeling. He desired to get addicted to this anxious warmth inside of him.

And then, when your lips touched his fingers, his eyes flicked to yours, a loud gasp escaping him, and as you looked at him with a glowing gaze he launched his whole body towards yours and captured your mouth with his own.

He could feel your heart on your tongue and it made him even more ravenous.

He needed more, the taste of you intoxicating him. Your lips overpowered his senses, he felt numb and alive at the same time, so so alive, in fact.

His nose moved smoothly along yours while your tongues moistened each other. He found himself unable to open his eyes when he separated briefly from your face, his lips pecking yours one, two times, before speaking “I hope I’m not wrong at assuming you wished for this as much as I did”

You opened your eyes and looked at his closed eyelids, then to your shadows, your bodies so close it was all a big dark spot on the cave wall. You felt like you were one, and it made you smile softly against his lips. You squeeze his hand still intertwined with yours and speak in hushed tones “You assumed correctly, Gale, now, I would gladly take a bit more”

[justsomewritingblog]

Unrequited Love (Part 2)

Request:  None

Requested By:  Nobody

Pairing:  Adrian/Cat Noir x reader (unreciprocated)

Summary:  Y/n gets to know people.

Warnings:  None?  Jealousy?

A/N:  Repost!

Word Count:  1K+

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It was lunch period, and everyone had taken their seats.  Y/n was sitting in the corner, with her empty lunch tray sitting on the table before her.  She was sketching some more.  Y/n let out a huff, drawing (wink wink) a blank.

She stared down at the page before her, hoping it held answers.  She heard a throat clear.

“Mind if I sit here?”

She didn’t look up, figuring the voice was talking to someone else.  The voice tried again.

“Y/n?  Right?”

Her head shot up and her e/c orbs stared into green ones.  She placed a hand on her chest in question.  “You’re talking to me?”

The boy laughed.  “Of course.”

Her face burned as she moved her things, making room for the friendly man.  He took a seat, and began to eat as she stared at him in shock.  His eyes darted to hers.

“I-I’m sorry.”  She apologized.  “It’s just that…..nobody wants to talk to me usually.”

The boy gave her a sad smile.

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t look very inviting….I guess.”  She added with a shrug.  The boy smiled.

“They’ll never know if they don’t give it a chance.”  He advised.  She smiled at his kind words.  He stuck out his hand.

“I’m Adrien.”

Y/n smiled, taking his hand in hers.

“Yes, I know.  I’m Y/n.”

Adrien smiled back as well.  “I know.”

“Well, I know that you know.  I was introduced in class.”  She countered.  Adrien smiled.

“Nice ring, by the way.”  She complimented.  His eyes widened a little bit.

“Thank you.  Are you new around here?”  He asked, trying to change the conversation.

“Kind of.  I’ve been here a month or so, trying different schools.”

“That must suck.”

“It does.  But it’s alright.  Seeing as I don’t talk to people, I don’t get attached, so it doesn’t bother me.”

Adrien frowned, resisting the urge to say something.  Y/n became nervous, and started fiddling with her pencil.  Adrien’s eyes glanced down, seeing movement, and noticed the sketch she was working on.  He smiled, seeing a conversation.

“You like to draw?”

Y/n looked up.  “Yeah.  There’s something bugging me about this piece, though.”  She turned the sketchpad towards him, and he observed it.

There was a building, with a few in the backdrop.  There was an open window with music notes floating into the air.  A small tree sat in the small yard, enclosed with a gate.

“Okay, what’s bothering you?”  He asked.

“Well, I can’t figure out what instrument I want being played, and by whom.”  She clarified.  Adrien nodded, understanding.

“What instruments do you like?”  He inquired, trying to be helpful.

“I like the piano.  It’s one of the nicest sounding ones.”  She paused.  “That’s how I feel, anyway.”

Adrien smiled.  “I get it.  I play the piano.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.  Do you play any instruments?”

Y/n shook her head.  “No.  I tried the piano for like, a month before quitting.”

“You quit?”

She nodded.

“Why?”

“To be perfectly honest, I can’t recall.”  She confessed, pinching her eyebrows together.  Adrien smiled.

“Well, I think you’re a very good artist.”

Y/n felt her cheeks burn as she bowed her head, hiding behind her curtain of hair.

“Thank you.”  She mumbled.  Adrien smiled at the shyness.

“If you want……I could try to teach you how to play the piano….if you’ll teach me how to draw.”  He offered.  Y/n’s head shot up, eyes wide, and a surprised expression on her face.

“Really?  You’d do that?  For me?”

He nodded.

“But why?  You don’t know me.”  She defended.

“I want to.”  He countered, sticking out his hand.

“What do ya say, friend?”

Y/n had never smiled so wide in her entire life.  She took his hand and gave it a firm shake.

“Friend.”  She repeated.

~Meanwhile~

Marinette groaned.

“Marinette, chill out.  He’s being friendly to the new girl.  Isn’t that partly why you admire him so much?”  Alya asked.  Marinette groaned again.

“I hate it when you’re right.”  She mumbled into her arms, folded onto the table.  Alya smiled, shaking her head.

“But what if he falls in love with her?  That means he won’t fall in love with me, which means I’ll be heartbroken.  I’ll grow up all alone, with no three kids, no hamster, and probably become a crazy-cat-lady, or a hermit.  I’ll die old, and alone, with no one there for me.  I think I may faint!”  Marinette managed to get out in a single breath.

“Girl, you have to relax.  You remember that Miss Bustier told us to try to get to know her, right?”

“Yeah.  So?”

“Soo.  When Adrien leaves, go talk to her.  Try to get some information, if you’re that worried.  Although, frankly I don’t see the point.”

“Easy for you to say.  At least you have Nino.”  She looked back over at Adrien and Y/n.  They were smiling, and chatting.  Marinette buried her head in her arms.

“It’s over.  I’m through.”  She muttered, hopelessly.  Alya rolled her eyes and shoved Marinette over.  Marinette stumbled forward, nearly reaching the table.  She would have made it, if not for the seating design.  She tripped over a chair, falling to the ground in an uncomfortable position.  Y/n and Adrien turned, upon hearing the ruckus.  They quickly stood to their feet, rushing toward the clumsy girl.  They both extended a hand, ready to help her stand.  The girl looked up.  Her eyes widened as they locked onto Adrien’s.  Her eyes spaced out slightly, making her look like she was in a daze.  Y/n noticed this and frowned, retracting her hand slightly.

“Marinette?”  Adrien asked, trying to get her attention.  Oh, he had it alright.

“Y-y-yes?”  She answered.

“You okay?”  He inquired.  She nodded hastily, taking his hand and helping herself up.  Y/n looked at her own ignored hand and retracted it, resting it down by her side.  Marinette and Adrien looked at each other for a moment.  Though to Y/n, it felt like an eternity.  She quirked an eyebrow, sick of this already.  Suddenly a girl jogged over.  She wore glasses, and had dark brown hair, that turned red farther down.

“You alright, girl?”  She asked Marinette.  The girl in question made a noise that Y/n wasn’t even sure was English.  The boy that sat next to Adrien this morning ran over as well.

“Dude, you alright?”  He asked.  Marinette seemed to have found her voice.

“Yes.  Thanks, Nino.”  She responded.  Noticing that everything was under control, Y/n backed up a couple steps, stuffed her things into her bag, returned her empty tray, and left.

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A/n:  Repost!

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

“Very good,” Gale breathes in her ear, his own enthusiasm evident.

“Now, energy can be a wild, unpredictable thing,” he murmurs. “It is as alive as you or I - and just as opinionated. No doubt you can already feel it coursing through you. The trickiest part of all magic is to harness that energy under your control.”

He adjusts them just slightly, urging Doe to adopt a wider, more stable stance with a gentle hand on her hip and a nudge of his foot against hers.

“This next step can be the hardest part to master.” Gale grins softly, eager to have a dedicated student - especially one already so in tune with the energy. “This energy lives within you, and outside of you. In the air, in water, in the earth... To wield it, you have to command both. Imagine taking hold of that energy you feel inside you - that lightning and coursing rain - and pressing it down through your body and into your hands.”

Gale demonstrates for her with his free hand, a soft, muted green glow spreading from his elbow down to his palm, where it gathers like a pulsing orb of light.

“You must will the energy within you to move - but also, will the energy without to make way. Once you do this, you can wield it - shape it - at your will.”

Those long, dexterous fingers splay open, and Doe can feel the soft rush of air as the energy above his hand is displaced. The soft green glow shifts, and the orb lifts from his palm to hover just about his hand. With a gesture of his fingers, pointer and middle making a sweeping motion out and up, the orb floats gently into the air above them. It hovers and floats aimlessly like a cloud in a summer sky.

“Deep breaths in through the nose, out through the mouth - focus on your diaphragm,” Gale’s hand on her hip slides to splay over her stomach just below her ribs, “Keep your feet planted steady, and focus. Find that energy within you, and bring it to the space where you feel it before you.”

He murmurs soft encouragement in her ear as she takes a deep breath.

“Even if it feels volatile or unruly, I am here with you, Doe.” Gale’s hands are steady against her at stomach and hand, his chest firm against her back- he breaths in time with her, steadily in through the nose and out through the mouth. “You have control - you can coax it and you can bend it to your will. But be gentle.”

-G.D.

That sounds so fucking complicated, Doe thinks, huffing a breath through her mouth- impatient and sharp. I'm not made for this, It's too calm, too meditative, but-

Gale shifts against her back, apparently sensing that she's losing focus. She breathes hard through her nose, grits her teeth.

Gentle, he said.

But the energy isn't gentle.

Down through your body and into your hands.

Filtered through blood and bone and sinew. The lightning in my fingertips, she thinks. The thunder of my heart. She closes her eyes again, growls with effort. The energy squirms in her grip, roiling. At the insistent press of Gale's hand against her stomach, the sound of his breath in her ear, she calms.

Let it build, she thinks to herself. Slow.

Imagining drawing the energy of the ocean around them, she opens her hands, partially relinquishing her grip. This is a wild animal. Holding tighter will just make it angry.

Gale is a steady, calm, confident force against her. Don't lose focus, Doe, come on. You can do this.

The energy she envisions is a sphere, dark and crackling softly. Move, she thinks, subconsciously shifting, shrugging off Gale's grip on her hand.

This has to be me.

She opens her eyes.

She can feel the pull of it in her blood, gathering and shifting, her fingertips becoming hot with its force- and then she has a physical manifestation in her palm, dark like a black pearl, shot through with lightning. It pulses with her heartbeat, and she imitates Gale's gesture, sending the orb upward to hang suspended in the air.

Summoning has taken more effort than she had expected; she can feel cool fingers of sweat down her spine, her hand trembling. When she drops it, the energy fizzles and dies, and she sags back against Gale's chest.

'Hells,' she says. 'That felt like a fight.' She can feel her hair sticking to her face; she'd barely noticed while she was focused, but now... she pushes her hair back, turning in Gale's arms. 'How did I do?'

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi! May I please request the Sunrises / sunsets prompt for Maedhros x reader? Thank you <3

Hello! So for your request, I have decided to go with Sunrises.

"The new light"

Pairing: Maedhros x reader (Elf/second person POV) | Location: A campsite somewhere in Middle-Earth. 

Themes: SFW 

Warnings: Nothing

Word count: 600 words

Summary: The first sunrise is witnessed by the Ñoldorin exiles.

The new light was a revelation, and a welcomed one at that. The Ñoldor had not yet thought of what to call the orb that rose into the realm of stars and scattered the gloom with its pale, silver light. 

Seven times it traversed the heavens, and through those times you sat beside Maedhros, your eyes filled with wonder and awe. 

"What do you think it means, Maitimo?" You ponder aloud and draw your pelt even closer. The Helcaraxë was many and more leagues to the north, yet its deathly cold found its way as far south as it could go. Even now, vast mists encircled the camp with icy fingers. You shivered and grew mournful. Never in your wildest imaginings had you seen yourself drinking from the bitter cup of privation. 

Maedhros fed more wood to the fire and draped another pelt over your shoulders before moving himself to shield you with his own body. 

"I do not know," he admitted, even as he tucked stray locks of hair behind your ear. "The elders think this means hope remains and the Valar have not forsaken us completely."

His words offered little comfort. You knew Mandos' doom by heart. Everyone did. You even made peace with your inevitable fate. But perhaps the elders were right. There may be a glimmer of hope left.

"Look!" Further ahead, Caranthir cried and rose to his feet. He pointed at the sky. "Something is happening!"

Everyone rose as the heavens changed yet again, and slowly. A great lamentation arose and spread throughout the camp as the orb of silver left its place in the heavens and dipped and dipped until its light had disappeared beneath the horizon. All that remained was the feeble light of a few stars. 

"Maitimo?" You turned to Maedhros as fear gripped your heart. "Does this mean the Valar have had a change of heart?"

Maedhros did not know what this all meant. And he did not like seeing you fearful either. It made him feel weak.

"Do not let this trouble your heart," he replies, urging you to sit beside him again. "The Valar would not have set that orb in the heavens just to toy with us."

"Perhaps." Small comfort again, but you accepted it all the same. 

Someone made a stew. Another portioned out chunks of hard bread. Others passed out skins of water. It had rained, which in itself was a blessing, and the water was cool and fresh. Maitimo urged you to eat and drink and talk of happier times. Someone started to sing. Your eyes finally grew heavy as the need for slumber started to overtake you. 

Just as you were about to sleep, a watcher cried out, this time from the western side of the camp. "Look! Look over there!"

Everyone turned to look. The heavens had changed again, this time with a thin line of pale yellow light stretching across the horizon. That light grew brighter and stronger, and a vivid display of gold and orange and pink and buttery yellow slowly spread across the sky. The stars disappeared, one by one. The clouds looked like they had been kissed by fire. The air grew warmer, and birds began to sing softly. You turned to Maedhros again. A smile slowly worked its way across his face, lighting it up from within. That smile broadened, and you returned it with one that was part joy and part relief. Maedhros returned to his customary place by the fire, and you took yours beside him. The two of you sat together in companionable silence while a brilliant golden orb rose higher and higher and drove away the darkness. 

[iuaraes]

      The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.

      No matter now many years she had been present in these meetings, Hinata would never cease to be nervous about them. Her father, someone whose presence would usually be oppressive now became a security blanket, someone to draw the Uchiha’s eyes away from her. Those obsidian orbs made her nervous, she could not read them. She missed the times where she’d be sent off with the matriarch, to play with Sasuke or simply keep Uchiha Mikoto company. 

      Now that she was older, training to take over for her father, she had to bare the scrutinising gaze of Uchiha Fugaku and his eldest son, Uchiha Itachi. Hinata fought the urge to hide behind her father, and managed to keep her head high and speak when prompted to. Her soft voice a drastic change from the ones of the men in the room. Despite her preparations, she couldn’t stop a sigh of relief when the official meeting between clan heads was over, and both men went off to drink tea. 

      The Hyuuga heiress walked to the engawa, looking out over the nearest houses and sighing once again. The Uchiha compound always felt so homey. ❛  Itachi-san, you don’t have to stay back. This is your home after all.  ❜ She smiled, turning around for her moonlight eyes to gaze upon the Uchiha heir. 

      ❛  I don’t think I will ever get used to these meetings.  ❜ She admitted, a dusting of pink blooming over her cheeks. ❛  Uchiha-sama is…very intimidating.  ❜ Despite her words, Hinata addressed the clan leader and Itachi’s father with respect. He was scary, but most people were to her. 

@kiigan

[sarabwawahm]

"Fearless ventures."

Note: The chapters might be short and the overall story still isn't fully planned, but i hope you enjoy reading as much as i'm enjoying writing this. Any criticism or suggestions are welcome!

When day is just as vicious and wild, night becomes rather active. The dangers that roam the earth when the sun vanishes won't fear coming in the light. They are as hid in the crowds as they are in the darkness. Furthermore, risk is what creates adventure, and Marceline craves that thrill. It made her feel alive, had her gasping for air she forgot about and stuck to the ground she very rarely used. It had her ravishing the moment, concentrated on the time being instead of her memories.

For that exact reason, her meeting with Finn and Jake was a delight. The two were always ready for whatever trouble she was planning. Fright was omnipresent in all of them, each disturbed in their own way, but the fun of it was enough to make them agree to the mischief. Boisterous escapades shared between them often lasted hours, when people of the moon probably watched over their happy shenanigans with repetitive facepalms and occasional gawks.

-"Hah, six! Beat that!" Besides their mutual boldness, Marceline and Finn also shared a competitive nature. The boy had been desperately attempting to break the vampire's record in skipping stones by the lake, but to no avail. He must've forgotten that she had ample time to perfect her technique in, pretty much, everything. It was inevitable, as was the boredom it brought. Unfazed, she took a talking turtle that had been walking peacefully, tossing it expertedly as it let a comical scream. It successfully leapt to the other, easly surpassing Finn's try.

She sighed, resting her chin over her palm, her arm supported by her knee. Jake, who had been watching them both, amused at their antics (a habit fatherhood taught him) chimed in:

-"Bored?" He tittled his head, eyes flickering between Marceline and Finn's grieving stature.

-"Yeah. I'm boooo.."

She interrupted herself, detecting a new presence. Her head whipped toward a shining figure floating on the water..or more like, above it. It was something they would find in one of Ghost Princess' abandonned cemeteries.

Jake followed Marceline's fixated gaze, watching the specter's back and its translucent body, void of color, reflecting the moon's brightness.

-"Hey!", Finn, who had just noticed the new company, oblivious to the extended quiet and rather seeing it himself when he was preparing his next throw, called.

The figure didn't respond, though, seemingly focused on whatever was inside the water. Finn opened his mouth to shout again, but was cut short as the bodyless form was abruptly emerged into the lake, as if something under the surface was harshly, yet consensually, seeing as there was a lack of resistance, dragging it down.

It kept glowing, illuminating the clear liquid, before the darkness overtook it as the specter was presumably pulled even further.

Silence settled over them again for a few more minutes, despite not once being broken through the whole ordeal. In fact, the ghastly occurence was so eerily quiet it didn't feel real.

Jake examined his friends' composures in a moment, locking eyes with a worried Finn glaring quizzically at the spot the stranger had previously filled, before inspecting the shocked Marceline who sat still, replaying the scene over and over in her mind.

-"Come on!", Finn urged, drawing his sword from his backpack and launching forward.

He was alarmed, though, when none the others were by his side.

-"Marceline?"

The girl's distant orbs and stiff grimace were plain indicators of her fear, which was a rare sight. Even herself didn't remember when was the last time she was that terrified! This exact incident wasn't particilarly horrifying, especially for someone who had seen generations of monsters of all kinds live and die in Ooo, so it was confusing to see her traumatised over it.

-"Marceline! What is it?"

It took several yells and shakes from both of the males to bring her back. She blinked thrice, as if trying to decipher what was happening, then replied:

-"Huh?... I don't know..." She sighed, trying to regain control over her slightly trembling fingers. "That thing weirded me out. I don't know what it is.", she admitted.

-"Then, let's find out." And with that, Finn offered her his hand, grinning reassuringly, and helping her up as she nodded.

And they drowned into another adventure.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 29 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Julian Hart

Regaining my stride, I dart into the deep shadows beneath the taller trees and will myself Unseen.

Some ways behind me, Darragh swears.

Hoping this means that he's lost sight of me, I duck behind a tree and freeze.

All is quiet... all except the pounding of my heart and the rush of adrenaline-fueled blood surging through my veins... and I hardly dare to breathe for fear that Darragh will hear me.

I may be just as Fae as he is but he's had a lot more practice at it.

For all I know, he can see right past my disguise.

As he comes into view, however and his eyes sweep over me without pause, I understand that he can't.

I hold my breath, nonetheless, as he stops and turns in a slow circle, scanning the trees at eye height.

Realizing that the inhuman glow of my eyes may indeed be what he's looking for, I shut them tight and wait.

Sweat breaks out across my brow and trickles down my back and it takes everything I have to hold absolutely still, suppressing the trembling in my limbs and the shivers threatening to turn me into a shaking glob of jelly.

My heart beats furiously, pounding the walls of my chest and I'm half-convinced the sound of it will give me away.

Fortunately, even Fae hearing isn't that good.

"I know you're here," Darragh says in a low voice, almost as if he's speaking to himself.

"I'll give you one last chance. Show yourself and surrender or I'll kill them both."

It's a trap and I know it.

A play on my emotions.

If I give myself up, Darragh might kill Ingrid or Halloran to punish me but if I don't... he'll keep them alive to use against me.

For now, it's a battle of wills as we each see who will hold out the longest.

He knows 'or at least senses' that I'm here and I know 'or at least hope' that he's on a tight schedule and will give up if I can just outlast him.

Finally, he mutters another curse and the soft crunch of twigs and leaves beneath his feet signals his retreat.

I release my breath and draw another in a deep gasp as I sag against the tree at my back, shivering with adrenaline.

Instinctive fear still urges me to remain hidden but I have to find Dane.

Forcing myself into action, the illusion concealing me falls away as I slip through the shadows beneath the trees, ears and eyes straining for any sign of Dane or Freya.

I don't dare call out to them for fear that Darragh is still close by but as the soft whistle of the strange bird comes again, I recall how the sound triggered Halloran's desperate actions and his advice to 'follow the moon.'

Lifting my eyes, I search for the silver orb but the sky is strangely dark.

I realize I must still be inside the 'pocket' or whatever Darragh had called the reality-bending illusion of the Fae and swear softly to myself.

Everything looks the same in the forest and I have no sense of direction at all.

The call of the dream herald comes again, closer this time and a little farther to my left.

It obviously meant something to Halloran... maybe more than he could convey.

Maybe it's a sign of hope.

With this in mind, I move towards the sound and when it comes again, I do my best to echo it.

It seems a little further away, this time and an irrational terror seizes me with the thought that it will leave me behind, trapping me here and dooming me to wander in darkness forever.

I break into a run that becomes a headlong sprint through the trees, dashing blindly through bracken and brush until, with an impact that knocks the breath from me, I crash into something solid.

A pair of massive arms seizes me and a cry of sheer panic escapes me in the second before I recognize Dane.

"Julian."

He sets me on my feet and releases me.

"Are you hurt?"

I shake my head, speechless with exertion and glance past him to see Freya, also in human form.

A third figure hangs back a few paces, face pale and purple eyes agleam.

"You..." I choke on a breath and cough and Dane steadies me.

"She's on our side," he says.

"She led us out of the Confusion."

"The what?" I rasp.

"The Fae illusion. Where's Ingrid and Halloran?"

I glance up and see the moon riding high overhead, exactly where it should be and realize what it means.

Dane shakes me lightly.

"Julian. Are they with you?"

Gulping air, I shake my head.

"No."

"Where are they?"

"They're gone."

[soncfthewitch]

soulsuckrrs​:

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Electricity, that was what coursed through Richard as he felt the heat of eyes on him, watchful and unwavering. He knew without looking again that Ezra had seen him. With a deep breath Richard let himself sense and feel the room, filling his senses with all of it before he focused on the other across the expanse of space that separated them.

The urge to close that distance lurched in his chest and Richard realized that he’d let his eyes close in his effort to focus on Ezra. It was his name from the other’s lips that drew him to open his eyes and flick his blue orbs over to meet Ezra’s gaze. Was that his heart or Ezra’s that he could hear pounding in his ears? Either way he couldn’t bring himself to speak right away before he cleared the sudden dryness in his throat by taking a sip of his drink.

A small smile quirked at the corner of his lips before his tongue flicked out to rid them of the leftover liquid from his drink. “Hey,” he said, voice softer than he’d meant it to be and laced with a twinge of heartache before Richard cleared it away and shifted more to face Ezra better. It was a challenge not to let himself slip down the rabbit hole of memories, intimate images flashing against his skull like the rapid retelling of his time with the other before him.

“I uh… ” He paused and gestured towards the seat next to him, a flash of endearment glinting in his blue gaze as he let a small smile flash over his lips. “Please, have a seat if you’d like, it’s… been a long time,” sincerity flitted across his features before he continued. “How have you been?”

The invisible thread that connected Ezra to Richard seemed to draw more taut with every second, each beat of his heart tugging the other closer. His entire body was buzzing, a maelstrom of electricity and passion surging through him. Ezra could feel himself trembling slightly, fear and longing tangled together in a confusing knot of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

The words from the other's lips reached out and wrapped around his soul, memorizing the sound of Richard's voice after so long. He felt himself drawn towards the man, dipping his gaze down for just an instant before his eyes met the other's. The blue orbs seemed to draw him in, capturing Ezra and refusing to let go.

It took a moment for Ezra to realize that Richard had offered him a seat, and he could feel himself blush as he stepped closer. He edged towards the chair beside the other, attempting to ignore the flutter of his heart as he sat down.

The air between them was thick, a heavy silence that seemed to press in around the two men. Ezra could feel the heat radiating towards him from Richard's body, and it sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through his veins. He took a breath before speaking, his voice barely more than a whisper that carried with it the weight of regret and yearning. "It has been a long time," he said. His eyes still locked with the other's as he continued. "I've been okay," he said, a lie that seemed to linger in the air before he added, almost too quietly to be heard. "We may not be exactly the same, but a wolf is a wolf, so you know what it's like."

As the words left his lips, Ezra felt an air of vulnerability wash over him. He had revealed too much, and just as quickly he curled back into himself, masking his pain and hoping Richard hadn't noticed. He looked away, allowing himself a brief moment to take it all in, before he spoke again. "So," he said, his voice a little louder now, "what about you? If I know you as well as I think do. There should be some mischief, plenty of stories you can tell... Someone waiting for you back home." His gaze returned to Richard's face, gauging any reaction the other might give.

[mekleedraws]

Egg makes a comeback!!

[mulberrysilk]

HELLOO, NETTE 💕💕💕 how are youuu?? the nii-chan thirst has summoned me here once again! I am sorry if I am sending another one again but you've written the thirsts I've sent so perfectly 🥺. I would write these ideas if I had your talent but sucks to say that my English is v poor rn.

So hmm, if this is okay.... Sukuna-nii catching you napping in Yuuji's room in your uniform. You just looked so innocent and so defenseless sleeping that he's overcome with the urge to touch you. He just needs a taste for now. Soon though, he's going to have you awake and willing (for the future lol if you really want to turn this into a series) 🥲. Thank youuuu. I hope you are having a great day there! -Getou-nii anon

GETOU-NII ANON!!! 🥺💕 hi I love your brain ( I’m doing okay huhu just trying to work through my drafts HAHA)

Sukuna x f!reader

cw: noncon, somnophillia, corruption, pseudoincest, oral ( female receiving), thigh fucking

( this has been sitting in my drafts for so long, and I Decided to finally post it huhu)

The house was uncharacteristically quiet, he thinks, as he drops his bag at the door and places his helmet on top of the shoe cabinet. He glances at the clock and raises a brow, wondering where the the loud obnoxious laughter from Yuuji and Nobara, was and where was the grumbles from that Fushiguro kid. Weren’t all of you back from school? Club activities never kept Yuuji and the gang busy.

Sukuna sighs as he unzips his leather jacket, hanging it on the coat rack before jogging up the steps to change into much more comfortable clothes, in need of a beer after his day. On the way, though everything seemed to be a blur, he catches something in his peripheral vision at the open door of his younger brother’s room. Pausing in the hall, he scoffs. It can’t be. Right?

He takes two careful steps backwards and stops right in front of his brother’s door frame, lips parting and breath catching in his chest at the unexpected, delightful sight. On the navy plaid comforter covering the single bed, splayed on top was the object of his desires. His eyes traces your form from the tip of your thigh high socks covered toes, the exposed skin of your thighs to the hem of your pleated skirt that if it rode up higher would probably expose your panties. To the white button up blouse that wasn’t sheer but he could make out the shape of your bra through the fabric and maybe even the colour, if he guesses right, it was pale pink. But most heart wrenchingly irresistible was the sight of your relaxed features, sleeping peacefully away, hair splayed around you in a beautiful mess. It was picturesque.

Is today his lucky day? Or is this an elaborate  prank—no it couldn’t be. His little brother isn’t one for pranks, too much of a goody two shoes for his own good. His feet moves before he could process it, getting closer and closer to you, lying there so still, so vulnerable.  You looked good enough to eat.

You toss and turn on the bed, the heat from the summer season unrelenting even with the fan on. Still asleep, a little frown on your face, brows knitting from the god damn heat, if you weren’t so sleepy you would have removed the stuffy fabric of your uniform, plus the heat didn’t help with the lethargy that weighed your body to sink into the soft bed.

Sukuna’s dark orbs rakes your twitching form, your skirt so high up now that he could see the cute little panties you wore,breath hitching at the faint silhouette of your pretty lower lips. He draws nearer to the bed, his body already tingling with excitement and arousal. How innocent you looked before him like this, limbs moving to find a comforting position as you sleep, revealing more and more of the heaven between your thighs.

The thigh high socks squeezed the soft pillowy flesh of your thighs and he couldn’t resist the urge to feel. He softly hums to himself, keeping his eyes on your face as he caresses the skin of your inner thighs, softly pinching the fat, thoughts of having your legs thrown over his shoulders as he eats your pussy out filling his head.

Hell, if you didn’t wake up, he might do just that. So let’s see how far he could go, how far he could play with you before your dumb little brain gathers itself together.

Kneeling between your thighs, the mattress dips in his weight and slowly, he adjust himself to lie on his tummy, face close to your clothed cunt. He deeply inhales, he could almost taste you on his tongue. Soon. He needs to feel more.

Sukuna experimentally ghosts his index finger on your clit, slowly tracing the slit of you cunny, his eyes on your face to look out for any signs of waking up. And when you didn’t, he continues to rub you. Pressing against your clit and getting you wet so that he could drench your panties till it clings to your mound.

He holds back his scoff with how eat it was for him to get your pussy wet, well, he shouldn’t be surprised, you were a virgin after all. You were sensitive to these things. Well, you won’t have to worry, Sukuna nii’s gonna teach you and take care of you.

Hooking his finger at the fabric, he pulls it to the side, groaning softly at these sight of your glistening folds, not able to hold back to feel the warm slick on his fingers and sucking his fingers, eyes closing at the sweet taste of you.

Just a taste, he thinks. Just a little taste.

Sukuna manages to shimmy down the fabric from your legs, shoving your panties in his pocket before he kisses your throbbing clit, a soft wince slipping from you.

“Stay dumb and pretty for me baby, if you know what’s good for you,” he utters, voice deep with a twinge of danger in them and as if you had heard him, your brows knit and you shift a little, remaining fast asleep. “Good girl.” He grins.

Tongue darting out, he licks from your clit to your pulsing hole, hands fisting the sheets as he becomes intoxicated with your cunt. He slurps and Laos your spilling honey, switching from suckling on your clit to teasing his tongue in and out your hole.

“Mhm…” you sleepily groan, body arching off the bed a little, the growing heat in your belly making you try to open your eyes, believing that you were having a dream. Your clit was pulsating, waves of pleasure making your toes curl and thighs tremble. You body feels good. So, so good.

Sukuna’s predatory gaze stares at your scrunched up face, your glossy lips slightly parted as your breathing quickens. He makes quick work of his tongue, flicking it in quick motions on your clit and sucking till the obscene sounds of your wet pussy and his slurping bounced off the walls.

A hand grips your thigh as he growls. Were you enjoying this? Seems like you were. Your hands were clutching the pillow underneath your head and your hips would buck when he sucks on your clit too hard. Sukuna makes it a goal to make you cum and he wasn’t going to let a single drop of your release go to waste, he’ll make sure of it.

Gently, moving your thighs to rest on his shoulders, he was given more movement to bury his face in your sweet cunt, slipping his tongue past that tight ring at your entrance and fucking with you with it, his nose rubbing against your clit.

You begin to softly moan, whining so cutely and thrashing a little on the bed. You were close. Knowing that he continues his assault on your cunt, loving the way your thighs wrap around his head and how cute your shy cries of pleasure were.

It was a miracle that you hadn’t woken up, but what Sukuna didn’t know and what worked in his advantage, was that you believed you were having a dream. Having glimpses of his pink hair, blurry images of his head between your thighs, something you couldn’t quite gather due to how your mind was fogged your with pleasure. You wonder if you had been dreaming of Yuuji.

“Y-Yuuji,” you squeak, eyes going wide as your back arches, a shock of pleasure violently ripping through your body, your vision going white for a millisecond.

Sukuna growls at the wrong name you had cried out, and continued to suck and fuck his tongue in your soaking hole, overstimulating you as punishment. You thrash and try to kick him away, but he grips your thighs and keeps them on his shoulders.

“S-stop,” you murmured, eyelids heavy with sleep and the high of an orgasm. “T-too much…too much.”

And when he finally slows down, lazily lapping your cunt to keep the sweet taste of you on his tongue, he glances up only to find you fast asleep. He scoffs. He didn’t really care if you had woken up, maybe you would’ve begged him to stuff you virgin cunt with his cock.

But this was enough, for now.

Sukuna’s cock aches in his jeans and he couldn’t help but to move from his place between your thighs and press them together, unzipping his pants and pulling down his briefs so that his cock could spring free. Inner thighs slick with your release, he slips his cock between the pillowy flesh sighing at that warmth and softness of your skin.

He swears, he’ll just do this and it was enough, he had more self control than that. Besides, if he was gonna fuck you he wanted you to be awake and begging. So needy for him and wanting only him. That’s when he’ll give you the honour of being split by his cock.

This little taste was enough for him. He had time.

A loud buzzing accompanied by your ringtone wakes you from your slumber. You quickly pat the bed for your phone to answer the call only to miss it.

Missed call from Yuuji.

‘Sorry I’m not back yet, the bakery has big sale and the lines really long. But it’ll be worth it! I’ll be back with tiramisu!!!”

You sit up, taking in the room around you, the sun had set and the stars were twinkling in the sky. How long had you slept? Why was Yuuji not back yet?

Rubbing your thighs together you freeze, becoming completely aware of something sticky and wet on your skin. There was translucent white splatters of something slimey and creamy on your thighs, and your frown deepens at the absence of your underwear.

Were you not dreaming?! You panic. Did Yuuji really do that to you? But he wasn’t home, then who—

“Hey,” the door swings open and you throw the blanket over your legs, wide eyes shooting to the door.

“Yuuji is still out. Brat told me to make you dinner, so come down before it gets cold.”

[buckybarnesdiaries]

wakanda

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

word count: 2.4k (lol, sorry)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a cutie.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Welcome to Wakanda, agent (Y/N)”.

A second after you crossed their airspace, you were courteously greeted. The views from your ship were indescribable. Peace invaded you just at the sight of the open fields and the warm colors of autumn. You could get used to that place too. To live in calm, work hand-to-hand with Shuri, and have time to spend it with Bucky. The reason why you were flying there. Removing your right hand from the control and grabbing in a fist the dog tags hanging on your chest, you took a deep breath while closing your eyes before getting ready to land. T’Challa was waiting for you at the entry of his kingdom, accompanied by his excited little sister and some of his guards.

Pressing a sequence of buttons above your head, to pull the control back, the ship went down slowly folding its wings. As you landed and turned off the engineers, you freed yourself from the seatbelt and the huge headphones to step out. Shuri received you with a friendly hug, breaking protocol and being just Shuri. You built a strong relationship since you met a year ago, when you brought Bucky to that beautiful and magical place, to let him recover. To let him rest.

“Your highness”. You uttered to T’Challa crossing your forearms in the traditional salutation of Wakanda.

“Agent (Y/N)”. He corresponded walking closer. “The white wolf asked me to let you know he wouldn’t want to be… bothered with visits today”.

You couldn’t help but frown. The last time you saw him was around three months ago. You usually interchanged letters from week to week, being one of the fewer persons he trusted in. And it wasn’t just a question of trust. Steve told you about his feelings, his shyness, and insecurities, his fears. What Bucky didn’t know, again, it wasn’t a question of trust from you either. That’s why the Captain gave you the dog tags, after more than thirteen years under custody. You wanted to see him, to know if he was happy there as he wrote you in his letters one million times.

“He doesn’t wear his arm here”. Shuri clarified, taking a position close to his brother.

By the look on their faces, you were aware of two things. One, they noticed too that something was growing between Bucky and you, and that it wasn’t a simple friendship. Two, they weren’t going to stop you. Oh, quite the opposite. They’d bring you to him on a golden platter and a big red bow on your head. The king beckoned a hand to urge you to follow him to the inside of the building and use one of their ships to fly above the place to the white wolf’s location.

You were nervous. You didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours last night thinking about him and how he’d react to having back his tags since the forties. Your eyes were focused throughout the window on your left, watching different citizens taking care of animals and plantations, children running from one side to another, playing and having fun. Oblivious to the horror of New York, where you resided. One of the cities in the world with the highest rates of street violence. Serial killers or simply killers, rapists, kidnappers, drug dealers (...). It was a minefield and Wakanda seemed and felt like Heaven.

“Did you think about the offer?” Shuri nudged you to push you back to reality, turning your head towards her.

“Since you dropped it to me”.

“So?”

“I…” You needed to put away your gaze again, focusing on the blue opened sky in front of them. “I want… to consult him first if you don’t mind”.

“Of course, (Y/N)”.

“I don’t want to put his world upside down, now that he’s not the…” You couldn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t pronounce that detestable nickname and the pain beneath it.

Shuri nodded in silence, not needing your explanations. She knew how you felt. She understood you. The talk didn’t continue, stretching your right hand on your lap to calm your nerves and make you comfortable with the situation. The flight didn’t last longer than five or ten minutes, losing the track of time deep in your thoughts. The pilot indicated to you through the headphones that you were about to land, glancing at a complex of small houses in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and wilderness.

You were the last one jumping outside with your hand grabbing the tags on your chest, trying to find the encouragement there to follow T’Challa’s hand pointing at a man working with goats and collecting hay for them. Licking your lips and assenting with your chin, you guided your steps towards him. Slowly. As if you wanted to turn around at some point. But you knew it was too late when he was the one turning at the sound of your heavy boots cracking the grass under them.

Bucky didn’t look annoyed for your visit, nor the lack of attention to his petition. Although there was something in his pale blue orbs you weren’t able to decipher, until he bowed down his head unconsciously to his left shoulder covered by a dark fabric matching his eyes. You had to do your best to not roll yours, shortening the distance setting you apart. You had been dreaming about that encounter since the last time you were there before Shuri accessed the darkest place of his mind and cleaned it from any trail of HYDRA. Now, he was free. And he looked in good condition as the bags under his eyes had disappeared and his hair was almost tied with a bun. His cheeks seemed a little more chubby and you just wanted to pinch them. But it’d be weird and out of place. For the time being.

Bit by bit, a sweet smile widened in your lips, curving them as Bucky stared at you again when he was conscious that you didn’t care. With or without a metal arm, your feelings were exactly the same. You couldn’t admire him more than you were admiring him at this point. You couldn’t love him more than you loved him already. And God was a witness of how many times you practiced to confess to him and tell him that the only thing you wanted in life was to be by his side. Bring happiness to his days, bring him peace and harmony.

“I'm sorry…” “I brought you…”

You two spoke at the same time, breaking in a soft giggle that jumped your hearts in complete sync.

“You first”. He let you, waving his hand.

“I… brought you something”. You susurrated, loosening the grip around the metal hanging on your chest to take off the necklace.

You noticed the way his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Why did you have them? Who gave them to you? Why now? Bucky gulped watching you stretching the dog tags between your fingers towards him. He didn’t know what to do, taking a second before he was able to react. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw them, and the amount of memories they gave him overwhelmed his whole brain.

In slow motion narrowing his eyes, Bucky held the chain with two fingers to hang the necklace from it. You thought he was about to wear them, but he destabilized you as he directed his hands to above your head, to place them where they were an instant before. You didn’t understand. Didn’t he want them back?

“I want you to keep it”.

“But…”

“I want you to have something mine”. Bucky recognized with a shy smile decorating his lips. “Those tags and my arm are the only things I have from my past. And… I won’t give you my arm…”

“Well, I bet it’d look good hanging from my neck”. You jocked tilting your head.

In his gift, you found the encouragement you needed to talk about T’Challa’s job offer. It wasn’t as if you were proposing to him, in the end, you were just friends even if it felt quite the opposite. You licked your upper lip, kissing your teeth after it, earning more than his attention.

“Shuri said, uh… I could come here, work with her. We’d do great things together, not only for Wakanda but for the world”.

Bucky’s gesture didn’t change a single inch, focused on the nervousness you were trying to hide from him and reading the reasons beneath.

“So T’Challa offered me to stay here”.

“Permanently?”

“Yeah… Permanently”. You assented pressing your lips, breathing through your nostrils.

“Did you accept?”

“Not yet. Not until talking to you about”.

He nodded then a couple of times, turning to the goats behind him coming closer. “Got to finish some stuff… Maybe we can talk later about it unless you have to leave”.

“No, no. I, uh… asked for the day off. Banner didn’t need me at the lab today”.

“Okay, good”.

While the king was showing you the new level for research and investigations, Bucky took the advantage to go and find Shuri without your knowledge. He found her in the surroundings of the main building, working on your ship as you said it made some kind of random noise that put you out of your nerve during the flight.

“I need my arm”.

The princess squatted close to the left wing, turned at him without standing up. Pulling her sunglasses to the top of his head, she raised an eyebrow.

“For what”.

“You know for what”. He clicked his tongue, placing his hand on his left shoulder.

“No, I don’t”. She lied while cleaning the grass and oil in her expert fingers.

“I need to have two arms”.

“You’ve been working the last months with one arm only. Why do you need it now?”

“C’mon… Argh…” Bucky rubbed his face with boredom. “I want to hug her, okay? Can you just… give me back my damn arm?”

“Not enough reasons, you can hug her using your right”.

“I want to have two hands when I kiss her”. He finally confessed in a hiss, provoking a triumphant smile growing on Shuri’s lips.

“If you lie to me, if you don’t kiss her, Sergeant Barnes… I’ll code it to punch your face”.

“Wait…” Bucky wrinkled his nose drawing a horrified gesture on his face, as he turned his blue eyes towards his left shoulder. “Can you… do that?”

“Try me”.

No, of course she couldn’t, but he didn’t know. Which were a good push for him to not go against her and her petition.

“C’mon. I’ll set it up and help you to put it on”.

Your eyes were traveling from one picture to another. He put some of them around his small house and it looked better now. More like a home. A place to stay. And for a second you felt a twinge straight in your heart when you noticed one photograph of the two of you, close to his bed. It was after your first mission together. Steve insisted on taking it, after noticing the sparkles between you. But you didn’t know he brought it to Wakanda with him, as your copy is on your nightstand too. And you used to fall asleep every night looking at it.

The curtain being moved and some steps in pulled you out from your thoughts, turning to find Bucky staring in silence at you. Your orbs landed on the metal arm. It was different too since the last time you saw it, with golden strips forming between the silver ones. You couldn’t help but sigh.

“You didn’t need to…”

“Yes, I did. I did need it”. He interrupted you, breathing through his parted lips and his heart about to fly off from his chest.

“Why?”

“Because, otherwise, I couldn’t do this”.

You were about to ask what he was referring to, watching him breaking the distance between the two of you in three fast strides. You closed your eyes at the moment his hands held your neck and Bucky slammed his lips on yours. The kiss, the contrast of cold and warmth on your skin, the everlasting longing for it to happen… All of this caused you to gasp, tangling the tunic at the height of his chest in your fists, not wanting him to take a step back. Your mouths fit perfectly without looking for it, made for each other, as he secured his fingers on the back of your neck. And you felt your knees weak when he pecked your lips one more time, before caressing your nose with his, not being able to open your eyes. Neither of you.

“I don’t have the right… to ask for anything”. He babbled. His insecurities coming afloat even if you hadn’t pushed him away. “But… I want you to stay here. With me. I… I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise to make you happy”.

At this point, your eyes were filled with tears, strongly closing your eyelids to not let them fall. You swallowed a sob, moving your hands from his chest to his middle back, embracing him tighter as you could.

“You’ve been making me happy since we met, Bucky”.

He chuckled breathless, intuiting he was too at the edge of his crying because of that affirmation.

“Every Tuesday, I wait at the stairs of my apartment for the mail, for your letters. I’ve… read them so many times I can recite them… by heart. Every word you've written to me”.

“I will continue writing them for you, even if you stay with me”.

Your voices were low, barely audible out of his place. Like secrets. Bucky kissed you again, bending enough to raise you by the back of your thighs and urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The dog tags on your chest clicked against the other, as you moved your arms to his shoulders and neck, and you were unable to stop kissing him. You two could die right now and not be bothered because you were finally together, and that was all you deserved in life.

“Tell me you will stay… please”. His beg brushed your lips, still pecking them between syllable and syllable.

“I will…” You replied without hesitating as you could, eager to correspond to every gesture from him. “I will stay with you”.

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