#Olive colored skin with sun very curious

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

This whole concept of two is so lovely because it equates to three but I'm nobody.

[oll13v3r]

Comic idea???

OKAY OKAY OKAY

I am pretty sure Ive posted about this a lot, but I have some progress related to ideas!!!

I could maybe call it something along the lines of "Ladybugs and __" (I haven't decided what goes in the blank spot yet) because ladybugs are closely tied to raelyn!!

It's going to take place in a world entirely made up of elves and animals. (I dont know how much magic the animals have yet)

The different types of elves are as follows(For now) :

Wood elves

Wood elves live in rule-oriented village. Because they are able to harness and control the wild and unbelievably beautiful powers of plants or nature, their society is based heavily on keeping that control, or else it all falls apart. Appearances: wood elves tend to have a variety of skin tones. They also have rounder ears that tilt up and down with emotions.

Some examples of wood elves: (Raelyn they/he) and (Elder-Berry he/him)

Lunar elves:

Lunar elves live in small cities where everyone helps each other out. They believe it is very important to be educated on various different things, including psychology, so people can help themselves and others regulate. They are nocturnal. They get their powers from the moon (maybe some form of natural diety or in universe God, but I dont know yet) and they can create light with that magic. (Probably more but I'm not sure yet) Defining characteristics: Lighter skin as to be more moon oriented, and due to less sun exposure, softer down-turned ears, and hair with glowing particles in it.

An example of a lunar elf: (unnamed, he/him)

Solar/fire elves:

Solar elves live on their own in small nomatic families of about 10-15 people in a group. They primarily act as traders, going between elf groups, almost like peacekeepers of sorts. Most solar elves don't get a lot of experience with other ideas besides those that they hear from their families, because of the constant moving in and out of areas, so generational issues are very common within them. Powers: they are the least powerful of the elves, which is why wood elves tend to look down opon them. They can create fire. That sounds likea very powerful ability, but because they don't have any teachings besides those from their parents, a lot of groups don't know how to use their abilities.

Heres an example of a solar elf: (Orian, he/him)

Demons (Maybe) :

Demons are a type of elves that got sent away from the (maybe) gods/dieties of the world because they were seemed as dangerous and unruly. They live in almost wastelands, and have developed into different types of elves over the centuries based on Christian sins. They all have an extremely toxic environment due to generational trauma, but those who are able to fight it form in small groups of found family. They have different magic depending on different type of demon, and for now I haven't fully fleshed them out. Physical traits: Demons have horns (color and shape differentiating between types), red/pink skin tones, hair covered tails, and piercing eyes.

An example of demons: (front, Oliver he/him) and (Unnamed, he/him)

Water elves (Maybe) :

Water elves are my least favorite elves, so I haven't given them that much thought yet. These elves are so drastically different than other elves, because they were sent down to the sea as a blessing from the dieties for being considered to be perfect. Because of that, their entire culture is based heavy on being greatful to the dieites and elders that came before you, even if they don't treat you with that same respect. These elves tend to think of themselves as better than other elves, leading to a lot of messy confrontations whenever they do interact with other kinds of elves. Their culture is also big on beauty standards, more so than other elf types. You're seen if you have long eyelashes, bright colors in your skin, and a well kept and loved tail. There isn't all negatives, though, because they can be extremely loving and curious of different things outside the ocean, especially younger eater elves. Their magic allows them to gain a tail on command, gain legs on command, and to breathe on both water and land. Physical traits: Extremely colorful skin, fin-like ears, long, beautiful tails, and pupils with interesting shapes.

Example of a water elf: (Millie, she/her)

If you have any ideas, such as naming recommendations, I'd love to hear them!! Feedback would also be wonderful!! I will be adding more to this because I have so many ideas, but much thumbs hurt from typing all this out. Feel free to make ocs for this!! I don't think a comic will be out anytime soon, but it is a passion project, so any kind of encouragement means the world to me. (likes aren't very encouraging by the way) But have a wonderful day!!

[trolagygirl2022]

Hello! I'm Luna! and I want to participate in the exchange game. I have followed all the rules and also sent my chart.

Here's your exchange:

Physical description of your fs.

Cards: Ace of swords, 5 of cups, knight of cups, 5 of pentacles, 4 of pentacles and 6 of wands.

Your fs might have dark hair. Such as dark brown or dark blonde etc. their eye can be blue or grey. Skin color can be olive or tan. Their body type can be midium built. They are medium height. They have long hair. Not too long but they can tie it well. They have more cups cup so I'm leaning forward to more softer look. Their clothing style is also trendy. Fulfilled with many different color and style. Might be too stylish. Cute cheeks. They remind me of timothee chalamet alot and also zendaya. Also while shuffling they seem very excited. So they have their youthful look in them. Their style isn't something to talk about but not to be ignored either. They have this charming look. They don't even try. also they have a mole beside their nose. Its their charming point.

Their aura/vibe.

Cards: 2 of pentacles, 10 of pentacles, 8 of cups, 8 of wands and 9 of swords.

They have this restlessness aura within them. Someone who is a bit restless. They are also maintained most of them. They are secretive to other people they don't know but can't be quite frank when they get to know eachother. Their aura screams succesful and wealthy. So many pentacle cards popped out. They have a chill aura surrounding them. But they are quite lonely so to describe it better, they pretend they are happy but they aren't. Deep down they longed for comfort which nobody ever shared or gave them to the slightest. But as I said they are quite youthful they have this innocent vibe. They are quite fast jumping from topics to another. so they are very interesting and lovely. They are like wind in a winter. Sharp and cold inside. It's quite hard to describe it in words.

How others describes them.

Cards: Page of swords, The sun, knight of Wands, knight of cups, 10 of pentacles and the emperor.

someone who's curious, full of fresh ideas and has knowledge over lots of things. again i heard the word youthful. People describes them with this word alot. Childlike with the close ones. Full of energy. People also describes them as passionate and brave. They aren't someone who gets afraid to speak up. Someone who knows what's right and what's not. Many people likes them but some of them gets jealous because they are effortless in many ways. some people also describes them as charming (I've mentioned it before), romantic, creative and inspiration for others. They are ambivert probably. (zoidac sign: leo, gemini, aquarius or Libra getting heavy earth energy) some people gets jealous of their wealth and success. so I do think there's some conflict here and there. People also uses them alot. But I think your fs let them. i think I have mentioned this too? they are very responsible and since I also stated that they let people use them? it's for a fact. They are very witty and knows what they are doing. They are a great leader.

Thank you!! Let me know if miss something!

That's really someone that I'd like! Thank you so much for your time and energy!

Physical Description: Ace of Pentacles rev, The Tower rev, 10 of Wands, 9 of Pentacles, 6 of Pentacles, Queen of Cups, 2 of Wands.

I don't know why a lot of cards popped out lol- So the first thing that came to mind with the reversals was "asymmetry". So they could have some of those with their face, but it doesn't necessarily mean that it's a bad thing. You can still have an asymmetric face and still be attractive. I also see a prominence of bone structure here, I'm seeing it being prominent in their face but also maybe in their stature? Getting a lanky structure and could be on a taller side. I'm seeing a bit of a copper skin tone. Something with their nose too, maybe a bit of a hooked nose? I also see this person being a foreigner. Could be native to west/south asia but I was thinking about the Mediterranean too. Their face really stands out as it's pretty striking.

Their aura/vibe: The Hanged Man, 5 of Pentacles, 7 of Cups, Page of Cups.

The energy is pretty laid back. I see this person coming off as pretty non-chalant and cool. They're someone that you might not want to bother or might not acknowledge at first as they can also come off as quite busy and reserved to many people. You might be a bit distant (or that's how they'll probably come off to you when you see him). However, that's not how they're really are. Your future spouse is really going to surprise you. The energy I'm getting is "guitarist in a band" type of vibe. You might see him carrying an instrument with him, it's something that he greatly enjoys. Pretty creative and they have a bit of a "childlike wonder" to them when you get to know them on a more deeper level.

What others think of them: Page of Pentacles, The Chariot rev, 5 of Swords, 7 of Pentacles.

People's thoughts on them seem to be pretty mixed. I dunno but I keep getting "college/uni student" vibes from here. So I see them possibly being there at the moment (or you'll probbaly meet there). People will see them as pretty resourceful, they don't play when it comes to their finances and they don't like to waste their money on things. I'm envisioning a slow turtle going at their own pace. People will notice that. I have a feeling he might be an exchange student or something like that, I feel like he also speaks another language too. People might think of him as a bit "slow" but that could be further from the truth. This person is pretty smart, they just like keeping to themself.

[vanillavagrant]

Do you happen to have any good references or at least pretty good physical descriptions of Leon and at least Bram if not all his kids? At least the ones we've seen in the story, anyway! Just curious, since I know about their wings, but I can't recall what other physical attributes they had, like what style hair and such :)

I knew someone would ask about this sooner or later. I have kept it very vague on purpose. Mostly because that way the reader can project whatever they want onto the characters, and secondly because I didn’t feel like the physical descriptions were that interesting outside the wings. I also think it would have been kind of weird if I paused to describe all the fledglings in the middle of Bram freaking out about being kidnapped; and then I just kind of forgot about it... The only thing that I’ve really tried pushing is characters having brown eyes, because brown eyes are so underutilized in writing. It’s all green but also blue uwu

But I do have mental images that I work with. Let’s do them in descending ages. (And guys, don’t feel like you have to change your mental images to fit what I’m picturing. If you want Adrian to have blue hair, go for it.)

Leon: How I picture him, Mr Daddy Angel wears his hair in an office approved hairstyle, and his hair is brown. I haven’t decided the exact shade. My brain fills in anything from milk chocolate to dark brown, bordering on black. He has an olive skin tone and from the looks of him he’s from somewhere in the Levant (Eastern Mediterranean, the cradle of the Abrahamic religions), though he’s kind of pale from being at “the office” all day. Naturally, he has the best eye lashes.

Because Suit has picked the moms from different places on Earth, all the kids turn out mixed with one thing or another. Angels don’t really care about ethnicities though; they care more about the color of your wings.(Which have their own stereotypes.) and they'll make you assimilate to Heaven whether you like it or not :)

Jack: As Bram has mentioned several times, Jack is close to being a carbon copy of their Daddy. His hair is more unruly though.

Theresa: I envision her as a sporty Persian princess. Long, black, pin straight hair, olive skin, dark brown eyes. Bram would definitely describe her as “Disney Pocahontas, but middle eastern and stuck up”, but he keeps it to himself. (Not that Theresa knows about Disney outside of Mariel and Nathan mentioning it in passing.) She usually keeps it in a ponytail or loose, but if Hannah wants to braid it, she doesn’t refuse.

Adrian: Everything about Adrian is pale compared to the other kids. He has cool blond hair; the type no one believes is actually natural and they would accuse him of dyeing it. I haven’t decided his eye color. Maybe hazel so that Hannah isn’t alone with green eyes. I imagine he has freckles, although they’re faint.

Hannah: She has 3a 3b springy chestnut hair. It reaches to her chin, but if you stretch it out the longest strands could reach to her collar bone. Don’t ask me how she manages it in heaven, I don’t think they have gels for CGM, haha. If she’s standing in direct sunlight, it can shine red in some strands. Green eyes that are brought out even more by her wings. I imagine she’d dress in sun dresses with busy patterns whenever the weather allows it.

Mariel: If Theresa is the Persian princess, Mariel is the princess’ plainer younger sister. She has a warm skin tone and tans really easily. She has dark brown hair that reaches past her shoulders, but it’s nowhere near as long as Theresa’s. It’s like 2a, so there’s some shape to it. She would definitely buzz herself an undercut, get piercings and dress like a skater girl with lots of oversized flannel shirts if she was let loose in the twenty first century.

Nathan: Chibi Nathan is in my profile pic. He has longer brown hair (chin length) the same texture as Mariel, and brown eyes. He thinks cutting it short would make him look too grown up. I keep thinking of him with a pageboy haircut. His sisters would definitely try making him wear it in a manbun or half-up if they knew about the concept, but he doesn’t like hair ties.

Bram: The baby of the family has light brown hair and easily passes as white because of his mom. He does tan rather than burn in the summer. He has the same eye color as Leon. He was never rebellious enough to grow out his hair or get pierced. Besides, he knew his given name (Brahim) risked giving him trouble in applications and job interviews, so he tried staying as neat as possible.

Thank you for the ask Cal!

[xosieun]

rom&nd better than palette (#2) review

shade: 02 mahogany garden

not going to lie, this eyeshadow palette was not my usual buy. why? well, i'm not much of a fan of burnt-brown shades, but i somehow ended up buying this palette. it was probably because i've seen so many people buy it and review it on tiktok, and it made me curious (especially with all the different types of glitter). i'd say it was a decently satisfying buy :)

in depth on each shade:

dazzle honey: a shimmery shade with white and gold sheens

glaring sun: a chunky glitter shade that has a mix of small glitters and hexagon shaped glitters that reflect gold and blue/purple

glazed gold: a copper shimmery shade

burny brown: a toned down terracotta matte shade

earthy glam: a gold glitter speck shade with hints of orange reflectives

cotton beige: a light beige matte shade

soft dream: cotton beige but 3 or 4 shades darker

mildly wood: soft dream but 2 shades darker

maroon brown: a burnt brown matte shade

deep mahogany: a chocolate brown matte shade

pros:

variety of glitters: a multi-shimmer (dazzle honey), chunky glitter (glaring sun), glazed shimmer (glazed gold), and glitter shimmer (earthy glam)

good variation of eyeshadows: has a base color (cotton beige), a bunch of glitter topers, and an eyeliner blending shade (deep mahogany)

cons:

some of the matte shades look very similar

as per usual for all rom&nd palettes, it has a lot of fall out

may not show up on darker skin tones

sheer (which is not surprising for a korean eyeshadow palette)

rating: 8/10

recommend to: anyone who likes fall/burnt/red-brown shades and LOVES glitter.

if you'd like to purchase this product, check out these links:

amazon, olive young global, yesstyle (use my code XO2IEUN), style korean, stylevana (use my code INF10SIEUN), romand us

thank you for reading this review, and i hope to see you next time!

(also i'm open to any requests and questions!)

[n3ttaisme]

Lanterns with Star Plains

One part she liked was the rays of soft-white wisps studded with shiny orbs able to light up the dark moonlit night. “It’s the lanterns in the sky, dear. Look how beautiful they look,” she said as her eyes swept the sky and her mouth showed the whites of her teeth.

One part that he liked was the shape of the flowering fields on the fabric of her dress, flowing aimlessly in the night wind. Her green-colored ribbon accentuates the soft shine of her olive skin, and all he could see were the reflection of star-peppered lanterns in the golds of her eyes. “Yes, very beautiful indeed,” he said with no presence of hesitation on his lips.

It was midnight, and the lantern festival shone brighter than any star in the winter sky. It was a night of festivities with passing caravans from all around the world, selling wooden toys to curious children, haggling with couples buying promise rings, but only one peddler sold the rarest of goods. “No wish from you, dear?” she questioned, but he was so entranced in the images of the lights that it looked like her eyes asked the question rather than her mouth. “The lanterns will carry them on your behalf, and it only happens once every century.” He looked at her face this time, all her features, and God did it make the sun shy at her smiling eyes. “Yeah, I guess I’ll do,” he answered, ignoring the heat emitting from the lit lantern in his hands. 

He didn’t care if the wax melted, and he didn’t care less if it hit his skin and seared his already-calloused skin. The only person who accepts his hands is the peddler in front of him. No peddler in the world could beat her priceless goods, as even the world’s richest man couldn’t get them. It would be dramatic for even him to say, but nothing is embarrassing if it involves her. He would gladly be the richest and still doesn’t get the treasure she sells if only he could be the target of the eyes that even he knew angels would be jealous of. If being greedy for her eyes is a sin, he would gladly suffer in hell to see it. 

On the count of three, he lets go of the lantern which floats and bumps with the others. He watches it fade as moving stars in the sky and she asks, “So, what was your wish, darling?” He sucks in a breath and he met her concerned eyes. Goodness, he didn't wish for anything. It was like the angel of death snatched the breath out of his lungs. 

“I wished for you,” he lied. 

The moment he said that was the moment darkness started piling up in the depths of his heart. Instead, he focuses on the blush of her cheeks, the thick eyelashes that framed her lantern-lit eyes, and the strands of wavy honey brown on the sides of her face. Her rogue lips separated and a small laugh escaped from her. He wasn’t sure if he could hold on any longer until she said, “Thank you, mon chéri.” The treasure she sells isn’t anything special, but for him, the treasure she sells bests what heaven has. 

It was like the army of floating lanterns stopped floating, the cheers of families went silent, and only his breath and her heartbeat filled their ears. Somebody stopped time, and he would like to guess it was Cupid. The winged god fired his arrow, but it landed on the wrong target.

“Excuse me, Sir,” a tap on his shoulder woke him from the night of the lantern festival, “you have been standing in front of this painting since opening hours and it’s almost closing.” He eyes his watch and it shows that it is ten minutes past nine. The gallery was dark and only the moon shone from the glass roof. No lanterns. No one is around anymore, except for the sweet young lady who checked for any remaining visitors. 

“Thank you, dear,” he said before turning around with the help of his walking stick, “mind if I ask what time the gallery opens tomorrow?” Something passed over the lady’s eyes and he knew exactly what it was, but like the day of the Lantern Festival incident, denial is sweeter than acceptance. “The gallery will permanently close tomorrow, Sir,” the lady took some time to continue her next words at which he felt the darkness of his heart consume him completely, “Tonight is the last night you’ll see her.” 

Even if the sky is void of lanterns, he could imagine the way her eyes look at night. The same as it was fifty years ago. He sighed, “I guess I should be off by now.” He remained ignorant to the forlorn look in the lady’s eyes, “It’s nice to have met you, Sir.” He stopped and turned in the lady’s direction, eyeing her like it would be the last time they’d meet. 

“I don’t think this would be the last time we’ll meet, dear,” he chuckled, “I gotta talk with your painting dealer.” The look in her eyes changed into something like fondness and to the Gods above it reminded him of her eyes. “We have all the time in the world, Sir Stern.”

He looked back at the painting he stared at for hours. There were the rays of soft-white wisps studded with shiny orbs able to light up the dark moonlit night. There were passing caravans, laughing families, and couples kissing, but amid all the festivities, there was one peddler selling her treasures to her favorite client. Lips on lips, time seemed to stop just for them. Right where everything seemed perfect, almost too perfect, that fate hammers back into reality. One lantern bumped with another, caught on fire, and burned the smiles and laughs away during the night of Lantern Festival. 

If only he didn’t let go of his lantern, then the painting wouldn’t have existed. If only he didn’t lie about his wish, the painting wouldn’t have existed. If only he wished for his loved one to be saved, then the painting wouldn’t have existed. I only he didn’t agree to join her in participating in the lantern festival on the bridge, then the painting wouldn’t have existed. Nevertheless, life comes and goes, but the memory of that night is etched in his mind still. 

He faced the painting’s inscription with a face reminiscing his last moments with her, now with blisters of that fated day. There was one sentence that could make him turn back time whenever he wanted to, as the power the speaker holds is so strong that even if fate destroyed it, the connection between him and her stays eternal. 

Perfect is with Star Plains: Blair Stern

Desmond Stern

Just as his Star Plain said many years ago, right before she was seared right before his eyes, he painted with her in mind. Just like the painting showed, they did have all the time in the world.

[fragileizywriting]

I love it when you post and seeing you talk about colour coordinatin is getting me excited again XD

So just like when Adrien got home and couldn’t think for a minute when he saw Luka, how will Luka react to him? Like Luka already had black hair. Since adrien is blonde he’d look way different I’m curious

spoiling for the next chapter (i don't have any qualms with sharing because honestly this fic has been out since APRIL and i still haven't finished and it bites me in the ass every time i think about it)

luka and marinette are going to step back very slowly, marinette is going to feel like god with how powerful she feels making this piece of art-- she's going to make adrien sit down and she's going to paint everything on him. he doesn't have tattoos, but she'll help him with some fake ones-- she's completely torn between taking her time admiring every single pore, or rushing to get him into bed-- either way, we're getting another body worship scene (sorry to those who do not care, but i hold the reigns in this au and god damn it we deserve it >:( let me see our golden-brown boy be a dark red) while luka is busy absolutely not helping in the slightest, too busy exhausting adrien out >:3c luka has one braincell rn

because like, okay-- marinette is a ruby color. a beautiful ruby color. luka is, too, he's very bright-- but adrien is naturally very tan (i've been inching him closer and closer to genuinely sun-kissed tan in every single fic every time i write him, because i personally headcanon adrien as olive-skinned almost. fuck it. sunshine boy.) so he's not going to be ruby-- he's going to be a little darker. and it's going to be beautiful.

i'm not doing too hot with words right now, english is failing me, so let's just use a picture

anyway. if marinette and luka are at color number 2, adrien is definitely going to be a number 3 or 4. definitely somewhere in the middle.

anyway. this is all to say that luka and marinette will finally understand why adrien likes brunettes so much. adrien is absolutely beautiful. hope he's ready to see the consequences of that!!! because luka is done being overly kind and sweet to either of them, tiredness be damned.

[muchadoaboutbucky]

Red Carpet Man (oneshot)

Red carpets are definitely not Bucky’s thing… but this one’s a little more rewarding than usual.

PAIRING: Bucky x Native American!Reader

WARNINGS: anxiety (public situation), smut

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Bucky doesn’t know how you do it. Walking in front of the cameras, flashing lights, screaming fans and reporters—you do it like it’s nothing, but he can barely bring himself to force a smile and maybe stutter a few rambling sentences to the recording devices stuck in his face. 

He can already hear the bustle of people outside, car horns honking impatiently for people crowding the street to get out of the way, the beat of helicopter blades soaring overhead, news outlets desperate to be the first to catch glimpses of the famed Avengers...

He’s only been in Los Angeles for a day and he already doesn’t like it. 

You’re at the mirror, applying a favorite lipstick that always gets him riled up. He doesn’t know why he likes the color red on you so much, but this little splash of red against creamy olive skin goes perfectly with the floor-length dress, all ruby chiffon and satin, a split in the skirt of it that goes all the way up your thigh. Bucky eyes it hungrily as you turn away from the mirror and tuck your lipstick back into your little red clutch.

He’d rather stay here and mess around than go out and have to deal with… people.

Three sharp raps on your hotel door signal that it’s nearly time for you to go downstairs and join the others in the lobby. You barely acknowledge it, instead filtering through your little collection of necklaces. Bucky watches you compare pendants, assorted jewels and pearls, until you finally settle on a small silver chain with a diamond pendant. 

“Babe?”

He stands when you hold the necklace out for him. He takes the nimble clasp and lets you adjust your hair so he can clasp it around your neck. It’s too easy to take advantage of your position, and he presses a kiss to the juncture of your shoulder and neck. You smell real good, like jasmine and vanilla, and it makes his heart skip a beat as blood decides to try and rush elsewhere—

“Mmm, nice try, mister.” You turn in his arms, winding your arms around his shoulders. “We have to go downstairs.”

Bucky grumbles. “Let’s just stay here. Say we got food poisoning from that sushi Stark got last night.”

“Definitely not.” You shake your head and press a light kiss to his lips that leaves a little red print. “You need to get used to these press events, baby. You can only miss so many before people start wondering where the famous Sergeant James Barnes has gone off to.”

“Sergeant James Barnes,” Bucky clarifies, running his hands down the back of your dress, “is busy trying to make some love to his girlfriend and it’s nobody else’s business.”

“It will be someone’s business if we turn up late. Again.”

“What can I say? I don’t like to rush things.”

You giggle and rub away the lipstick left behind on his lower lip. “When this event is all over, I promise I will make it very worth your while.” When he tenses, refusing to let you out of his arms, your eyes fill with sympathy. He really doesn’t want to go out there. “I’m not gonna leave your side,” you murmur, “I’ll stay where you can see me, we won’t be out there longer than an hour. I promise.”

He groans, letting you pull out of his embrace. “I hate reporters.”

“You don’t have to comment on anything,” you explain, “just stick by me, pose for the cameras, and then we’ll be onto the Q&A. And trust me, if I know Tony, he’ll be doing most of the talking.”

***

Bucky has to fight to shield his eyes from the glare of the setting sun reflecting off the buildings across the street. You loop your arm through his, walking at his pace as you trail behind Steve and Tony. Nat’s close behind, your reinforcement to make sure Bucky doesn’t turn and bolt back inside.

The instant clamoring swells up in a deafening wave the second they step outside. The rapid clicking of camera shutters, shouts from reporters, screams from excited fans… oh, God, fans. Nobody here is gonna like him, not after everything he’d done as the Winter Soldier has officially been made public…

“Calm,” you whisper in his ear, “they know we’re together, baby. It’s okay.”

Bucky flinches as several shouts of his name resound from twenty feet away, mixes of “James” and “Sergeant” and “Barnes” that make his head spin. He ignores them, offering tight smiles and hanging back with his hands tucked in his pockets when you decide to approach the reporters. He watches closely, eyeing the way you smile and practice your little flirty routine as you answer the questions thrown in your face. 

A flash of silver and red catches his eye. He turns his head and spies a gaggle of people huddled beside one of the metal barricades, some with their phones out—the red had apparently come from a phone case. They’re cheering and waving, and he raises his hand in a curious wave before turning his gaze away. You’re finishing up with the reporters, and you blow a little kiss to one of the cameras before sauntering back to him, leaving Natasha to fend for herself. 

“Looks like those people over there really like you.” You let Bucky wind an arm around your waist. “Wanna go say hi?”

Bucky shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Baby, c’mon,” you plead, “it’s good to let the public get to know you. Besides, having fans is a good thing.”

He eyes the group suspiciously. They’re mostly women, some teenagers sprinkled in, cheeks flushed with excitement at the prospect of seeing him… not Tony, not Steve… him.

“You’re in their history books,” you murmur, “they get to meet a hero.”

Bucky swallows thickly. “How, uh… how do I talk to them?”

A little smirk crosses your face. “Remember the first time you flirted with me? Bring all that sweet charm right back up and they’ll love you forever.”

He blushes hard when you rub your hand up his arm. “Are you sure?”

“Well, you got me to stick around,” you reply, “pretty sure a couple of idolizing teens is way easier.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and glances over at where Tony’s scribbling frantically on posters and pictures held out by what look like hundreds of fans. “And what if they want me to sign stuff?”

You reach into your clutch and pull out a metallic gold Sharpie. “Do that cute loopy thing you sign all your things with.”

His shoulders roll back, and he adjusts the button of his jacket—subconsciously, most likely—and you rise up on the toes of your four-inch heels to nuzzle his cheek before giving him a stealthy pat on the ass and sending him on his way. Bucky swallows any nerves that creep up into his throat as each step takes him closer to the group of excited girls, who only bounce and whisper excitedly as he approaches. 

“Hi, ladies,” he says, trying to keep the nervous flutter in his voice under control. The chorus of “hi!” and “ohmygod!” that fills his ears in reply makes his cheeks burn, and he uncaps the pen, reaching out to sign a handmade poster that reads TEAM BARNES.

It’s a full five minutes of signing his initials, JBB, over and over again. He manages to engage better than he thought he would, even managing a few quick seconds of eye contact with several young women who bat their eyelashes and blush furiously as he delivers winks and lopsided smiles. The sudden appearance of an infant named after him literally takes the words out of his mouth, and with the mother’s permission he reaches over to let the curious baby grip onto his right index finger. It’s quite touching, considering he’s been wanting to talk with you about babies for a while.

By the time he’s done, you’ve moved a long ways down the red carpet to occupy yourself with a one-on-one camera interview. He feels surprisingly light and happy, and he waits patiently for you to take notice of his presence and invite him in. The reporter talking to you blushes, apparently excited to get him in as well.

“And we’re joined by Sergeant James Barnes,” she says, as the cameraman turns to bring her into the frame, “so, Sergeant, it’s been a while since you’ve made a public appearance like this. How are you finding it?”

Bucky’s brain struggles to find the right words quick enough. “Took some getting used to, I’m still, uh…” he shoots you a quick glance, as if to make sure what he’s sharing is okay. When you give him an encouraging smile, he continues. “I’m still adjusting to this kind of life. Fortunately, I got this one—” he loops his arm around your waist, fingers splaying out against your hip, “to help me out. She’s been real good to me.”

***

“Goddamn.”

Bucky slumps back against the mattress, tipping his head back as you drape yourself next to him, a sweaty thigh slung over his hips. You’re panting hard, muscles still tensing and trembling from the last near-hour of enthusiastic lovemaking. 

“I’ll say,” you reply, running a palm over his bare chest. “So, you had fun?”

He grins, looping an arm around your shoulders. “It’s always fun with you.”

“I meant the press.” You laugh and squirm a little closer. “You look like you had fun with those people.”

He smiles, cheeks flushing. “Someone named their baby after me.”

“Aww, that’s sweet.” You press a kiss to the side of his neck. “I wish I’d seen that… imagining you with a baby does things to me.”

Bucky chuckles. “I’ve been meaning to ask if you wanted one.”

“What, a baby?” You sigh and trail the tip of your finger over his lower lip. “I was thinking about it, but with what we do… are you sure you’d wanna have a baby?”

In response, he rolls on top of you, nudging your thighs apart to make room for him. “I want to,” he confesses in a whisper, lips brushing against yours. “Besides, even if it takes a while, it’s fun to try.”

Your arms wind around his neck, pulling him down into a deeper kiss. “I guess you’re thinking of trying right now?”

Bucky glances at the digital clock on the nightstand. “It’s only ten,” he says, “I’m willing to try all night.”

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afterglow // part ii: the fighting

Pairing: Sawamura Daichi x gn!reader

Warnings: fighting (just any generic fight scene really), blood, minor snark??

WC: 2.1k (this is a lot longer than the previous chapter hehe)

(A/N): hehehe part 2 is finally up :p (also check out the series masterlist with the updated synopsis!! quite proud of it >.<) also please ignore the bad titles,, i had an "f" alliteration theme going on and i literally killed all my brain cells trying to come up with SIX verbs that were at least somewhat relevant to the plot for the chapter titles, i'm so sorry asldkjhlfadksh

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Finally…

You stared ahead at the encampment of soldiers, bustling about merrily as if they found joy in living a life of slaughter. As if they had no blood on their hands—or worse, as if they did not care if they did.

“Houyi.” You stroked his neck. “Ready?”

He gave a snort of agreement, tossing his black mane in the air.

I was born for this, he seemed to say.

“Alright.” Digging your heels in, you leaned forward, bow in hand, arrow notched and at the ready.

“Hiya!”

You charged furiously down the hill, kicking up a storm of clay-red dust behind you. As the first soldier looked up in surprise, you aimed your arrow at the wooden post in the middle of the camp and let it fly. You were nothing if not fair, and though you despised these people with your entire being, it would never be said that you fought dirty. Surprise attacks were for the weak, and you were anything but.

Besides, you kind of wanted to see how fast you could take the camp, even with the soldiers alert and ready to fight.

Holding your bow sideways, you let loose three arrows at once, all of them hitting their marks. Three men went down with barely a whimper—an arrow to one’s kneecap will do that.

The soldiers were a mess. You weren’t even sure if they were real soldiers or simply a very large band of mercenaries—surely a real military camp would be much more organized than this. They should’ve sounded the alarm as soon as they saw you charging down the hill, not when three of their men were already down.

You took out three more men with another round of clean shots to the kneecap.

This is too easy.

They were green; young, inexperienced, and jittery—no match for a seasoned hunter.

And you were one of the very best.

You set loose arrow after arrow, hitting your target every single time. Within moments, the area in front of you was empty, save for the men curled up on the ground, groaning.

Houyi slowed down to a trot, and you casually dropped from the saddle, stepping over the fallen soldiers. A white command tent was front and center in the little military camp, no more than five hundred meters away. Slinging your bow over your shoulder crossways—it wasn’t ideal for close-range combat—you unsheathed two scimitars, preparing yourself for a scuffle.

It wasn’t your favorite type of battle—close-range battles were messy and bloody—but you hadn’t had a chance to spar with someone in a long time.

You were also craving revenge for what they had done to the broken village you passed.

Barely concealing a feral grin, you stalked towards the commander’s tent. Suddenly, the tent entrance ruffled, and a man stepped out in full armor, save for his helmet. His hair was a stiff charcoal black—it was shorn short, which was surprising for a man of his presumed station. Most men in this dynasty preferred to wear their hair long, but there was something curious about this one. Tanned olive skin revealed a life spent in the sun, and a grim, determined expression glared at you with unbridled fury.

You bared your teeth and tightened your grip on your scimitars. This was going to be fun.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He clasped his hand over a broadsword sheathed at his side, pulling it out with the signature clang of steel sliding against steel. “Who are you?”

“Vengeance,” you replied airily. The man frowned, looking confused.

One…

You smiled, the wicked grin gracing your lips matching the wicked curve of your scimitar.

Two…

Your hood flew back, revealing you in all of your glory. You didn’t mind. You were confident that none of these people—scum—would live to tell others what you looked like, anyways.

Three…

You charged.

No battle cry surged from your lips—silent hunting habits were hard to break—but as he met the first slash of your blades with the side of his broadsword, you grunted at his strength.

Not many people could withstand one of your attacks, much less both at the same time.

This was going to be fun.

Quickly sliding one of your scimitars from underneath the deadlock, you twirled it around in your hand and aimed a slice straight at his torso. He stepped to the side, twisting his own broadsword so that it knocked your other blade to the side. Instead of continuing to retreat, he slanted his body at a forward tilt, catching your right wrist with his hand while pushing your other hand aside with his sword.

You hissed in pain as he twisted your wrist, forcing you to drop your blade. Feinting with your left hand, you sliced a deep gash on his right thigh, right in between two metal plates of armor. His grip on your wrist loosened, and you were able to put some distance between the two of you.

You charged forwards again, aiming your remaining scimitar low, towards his knees. He dropped into a defensive crouch, broadsword held out low in front of him. You smiled.

Just as he was preparing to meet your blade in a clash of steel, you jumped. Leaping upwards, you stepped on his wrist—he dropped his sword with a clang—and hooked your left leg around his waist, using it to pivot on his back. Wrapping your right arm around his broad shoulder, you brought your blade up until the tip of it kissed his neck.

He gulped, the movement drawing forth a slight trickle of crimson blood.

“Why? Why did you do it?”

He eyed the blade warily. You loosened it slightly so he could talk.

“Do what?” he asked, though his attention was caught on the fine workmanship of the scimitar.

“Kill all those people.” Your little scuffle had attracted quite the crowd—understandable, since it seemed like this man was somewhat of an important figure in this camp. Still, none of his comrades—or underlings—dared interfere, seeing as you were the one with the upper hand here; you could slit his throat before one of them even took three steps forwards.

“We haven’t killed anyone…yet,” he answered, confusion laced in his tone. “I’m overseeing trainees. They aren’t ready to fight.”

Ah. That explained the incompetence of the soldiers.

“But the village…?” You frowned, brows scrunching up in confusion. There was no mistaking what you had seen.

His expression darkened. “We came too late.”

Oh.

Cautiously, you lowered your blade from his neck. Yes—it made sense. He was obviously dressed in imperial commanding gear. Why would imperial soldiers slaughter their own village?

Well, now you felt a little silly—and guilty—for attacking their encampment without having done your proper research.

The other men gingerly stepped forwards.

“General Sawamura! You’re losing a lot of blood!” A young soldier with hair the color of a bright carrot pointed out worriedly. “You should probably go to the tent…Dr. Azumane can treat you there.”

The general nodded in agreement, wincing slightly as you hopped off of his back. He walked towards the medical tent, obviously trying his best not to limp.

As he left, it became clear that the other soldiers were unsure of what they should do with you.

A man with hair the color of pewter and a cute mole under his left eye (you assumed that he was the second-in-command) led you to the general’s tent, where you awaited his arrival. Minutes later, he hobbled inside the tent, limping, but proud.

“I thought you had to get your leg treated,” you remarked, noticing the lack of bandages on his thigh, blood still dripping in rivulets down his leg and marking pools on the dusty ground. “So impatient to see me already?”

“Had to make sure you weren’t going to run away,” he answered, a defiant light sparking in his charcoal eyes. “After all, you did take down nearly twenty of my men.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up, a ghost of a smile teasing your lips. “Oh?”

Before he could respond, the entrance to the tent fluttered again, and a large man—even taller than the general—scurried in, his chestnut hair gathered at the nape of his neck. He seemed unduly nervous for someone with such a large physique.

“Ah, doctor,” the general greeted him. “Thank you for coming.”

So this was Dr. Azumane, you realized. From his bulk, you would’ve assumed that he was one of the finest soldiers here. Apparently not.

“You should’ve waited,” the doctor said, staring reproachfully at the general’s leg.

“It appears that we have a flight risk on our hands,” General Sawamura countered. “I couldn’t very well just let them go.”

You bristled. “I wouldn’t have run! And besides, your soldiers could have swarmed me in seconds if I tried!”

“Thank you for the assurance,” he quipped drily. “I will take that into consideration the next time someone barges into our camp”—he winced as the doctor tightened his bandages—“and shoots arrows into my sentries’ knees.”

Okay. Fair point.

“Well, I followed you guys from the town, so forgive me if I mistook you for the raiders that slaughtered an entire village,” you countered, though you did feel a slight twinge of guilt.

His expression darkened, a muscle in his jaw ticking at what was probably an unpleasant memory. The doctor looked up worriedly, tying off the last knot in the bandage and leaving the tent, presumably on his way to treat the other unfortunate soldiers who had stood in the face of your wrath.

“We had nothing to do with that village. Not anymore.”

“Not anymore?”

There was a storm brewing in his eyes, and you wondered if you had pried too far into events you did not yet understand.

“My father was guarding the mountain pass. They were taken unaware by the Huns,” he said, after a long silence.

Your breath constricted in your throat.

“Oh.” It came out like a whisper, the only air you could force past your lips.

“Don’t be,” he said curtly. “You weren’t there either. You couldn’t have helped.”

Settling back on the cushions, he sighed before changing the subject.

“So what are you, exactly? An outlaw? Fugitive?” He leaned closer, squinting. “A mercenary?”

Well, you supposed he could put it that way.

“Nomad,” you answered simply, not knowing exactly what you were yourself.

“Not a Hun, anyways,” the general regarded you critically. “I saw the scimitars. Huns don’t use those, and even if they did, they looked far too well-crafted. Not meant for brute force, anyways.”

You had spent many moons trading pelts and herbs to earn enough jade to purchase the twin weapons from the finest blacksmith you knew. They were custom-ordered, the grips fitted to the exact measurements of your palms—your most treasured possessions.

“Your horse is in the stable, by the way.” The general shifted his weight on the cushions in the tent. “He’s a fine horse, that one.”

You nodded in agreement. A man who didn’t appreciate horses was not worth talking to at all.

“Can I get my sword back?” you asked with as much politeness as you could muster.

He stared at you, then raised an eyebrow. “You want your sword back? In my camp? After you attacked my men? When we still don’t know where your loyalties lie?”

You gave a huff of irritation. “Well, I told you it was a mistake, wasn’t it? And my swords are rather important to me.”

“And my life is rather important to me,” he retorted.

“General, should I take their other one as well?” the gray-haired man interrupted, stepping forwards. You had almost forgotten that he was in the room—he had been silent ever since he’d brought you here. Narrowing your eyes, you laid a hand threateningly on the hilt of your scimitar. The general eyed you appraisingly, then held up a hand.

“I don’t think they’d take too kindly to that. Best leave it be for now. But you will not”—he directed a pointed glance at your hand, still clasped over the grip of your remaining scimitar—“under any circumstances, use that against my men. Or me,” he added, apparently not trusting you to not find loopholes.

“Can I still have my other one back?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“But you let me keep this one!”

“Yes, because you would’ve slit both of our throats if any of us tried to take it from you, and you know it.”

“…fine.”

And so it was on a fine sunny afternoon that you found yourself being corralled into a soldier’s tent, held on a temporary tent arrest.

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lead me with your hands tied | chapter two

chapters:

1 - 2

summary:

In the midst of a crumbling kingdom at war, Levi Ackerman is commissioned by King Jaeger to paint a portrait of his overzealous son.

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“You don’t think I’m worthy enough to be the king?”

“No, I think you’re a spoiled brat who would rather play with pomp and circumstance than save his own people from starvation,” Levi spat.

Levi’s eyes were closed when the door to his room was opened once more.

“Enjoying your bath, sir?”

Startled, his limbs flailed in the water, soaking the tiles below. Cursing beneath his breath, Levi turned his gaze to give a half-hearted glare at the girl. Her hands were full of linens and fabrics, meant for him, he supposed. “It’s fine,” Levi finally answered, shoulders relaxing as he attempted to lean back comfortably into the tub. “Where’s Petra?”

“Oh, the Madam is preparing your studio, sir.” The girl nervously shuffled her feet, a piece of dark brown hair gracing her cheek as she shifted. “I’ve been told to bring you a change of clothes.” Levi opened his mouth to interject. “The Madam insisted,” the girl spoke before she could hear any complaints. “I’ll just gather your things and return them after they are washed, sir.” His consent was apparently not required as the girl dropped the linens off onto the bed and began collecting his items off the coffer. She was quick, pale hands hastily gathering his belongings. However, when her grasp hovered over the white cravat, Levi jolted upwards.

The sudden movement caught the girl’s attention, downturned olive eyes seeking out an answer to the distraction.

“I’ll…” He felt trapped between her leering and the tiny confines of the bath. “Leave it.” Her hand was still floating in midair above the object, thin brows now furrowed in question. Levi swallowed hard, hands beginning to slip on the sides of the tub. He didn’t want to explain - shouldn’t have to - to some servant girl why he insisted on washing something as inconsequential as a cravat. It wasn’t made of some rare, expensive material. Hadn’t been passed down from generation to generation. It was a simple item of clothing that, nonetheless, had Levi going white-knuckled.

The girl seemed to notice, curious stare fading into a look of something that appeared close to understanding. “Yes, sir.” Her hand dropped audibly to her side. “Of course.” She shuffled out of the room quietly, leaving him anxious and hung over the side of the bathtub like a true and tried idiot.

He looked down at the tile where a large puddle of water had congregated from his splashing. Stared at his warbled reflection as it shook and rippled with every drop that fell from his head. Wanted to reach inside that image and shake the bastard’s shoulders. To rip all those tainted, gruesome memories out of that mind.

That poor, poor mind.

There was a feeling pooling in his gut. Fear? Disgust? He couldn’t pin it. Only knew that the water which once felt like a sanctuary from all of travel’s aches and pains was starting to slowly drown him.

The tile was cold against his bare feet and toes curled as an unpleasant shiver traveled down his spine. The chill quickened his pace to the bed, eager to examine the clothing brought before him. Levi was almost positive that nothing would fit properly. He was, as loathe as he was to admit it, a small man. His uncle had always chucked the lack of growth up to Levi’s malnutrition as a child. But Kenny was no doctor, and Levi tended to never believe a single sinister word that weaseled out from those thin lips.

Fingers twitched anxiously at the thought of dragging their touch across the fine fabrics laid out across the bed. The dark blues and soft beiges complimented each other wonderfully, and Levi secretly hoped that the king would not be expecting the items back after he was finished with the commission. The linen glided effortlessly over his skin, smooth and soft. Surprisingly fitted, as well. Levi would have to thank Petra for her keen eye, he thought.

No sooner than he had finished fastening the last button of his tailcoat, the door creaked open again. This time, however, it was Petra’s face that greeted him and not a nosey servant girl.

“I take it the attire is suitable?” Her hands had migrated to her hips, and Levi couldn’t help but feel like a child who was about to be scolded. Maybe the servant girl had said he was an ass. More likely Petra just had a good intuition.

“Not bad,” Levi said, hands running down the front of his cinched waistcoat.

“Glad to hear it, sir.” Petra hesitated, mouth opening and closing as if she were trying to find the right words. “You scared poor Emmie to death, you know?” she finally spoke. Levi pressed his lips tightly together, not necessarily keen on the idea of a refreshment course in etiquette. “She said you near leaped out of the tub like a madman.”

Levi scoffed, “I think your poor Emmie may be suffering from a case of exaggeration.”

Petra’s lips quirked at that, the stern look in her temple softening a touch as she regarded the man. “She didn’t seem to think so, Mr. Ackerman. You had the girl in practical tears.”

“I tend to have that effect on women.”

Petra huffed overdramatically, “Of that I’m sure." Levi was positively certain that he should be affronted by the agreement. There was a mischievous twinkle in the woman's eye that begged otherwise. “Come now. The studio awaits.”

Levi brightened at the thought. He had traveled so far, and the idea of the studio was the only thing that he was sincerely looking forward to. To hell with the royal family. Levi just wanted to paint.

Petra led him down the hall, under the vast stone arches that supported the great structure. Their footsteps were muffled by the expanse of red that flowed from the singular carpet extending down the path. It was a rich, luxurious scarlet that brought warmth into an otherwise cold corridor. Beyond the rug, there was no other color. Only a bland variance in the shades of grey amongst the stone walls. It was a stark difference to the vibrant Jaeger family crests that flew their proud viridescence along the castle like a silent battle cry.

Or silent subjugation, Levi thought.

They paused at a twisted, metal staircase - the thing looking archaic and out of place amongst the brick and mortar.

“It’s this way,” Petra said as she lifted the hem of her dress. “Watch your step, sir. The stairs can be most unforgiving should you take a fall.” Levi imagined his head splitting open like a melon against the thick stone walls. To be fair, the splash of red would do the hollow halls a favor. However, the color would, ultimately, clash with the carpet.

He held on tightly to the narrow stair rail. It was rusted beneath his hands, a rogueish vermilion staining the black metal. The steps ached and creaked loudly in opposition to his frame being carried up their spine. Thankfully, the journey did not ascend too high, only above to the next floor. It was here that Levi was met with a door. A large, black door that seemed more imposing than all the castle grandeurs combined.

“We had to improvise where to place the studio,” Petra explained. “There’s been no need of one since the young Majesty’s mother passed.”

Ah, yes, Levi remembered her. Well, at least remembered hearing the tales. He’d never been so lucky as to meet the woman in the flesh. The beautiful and elegant Carla Jaeger. Shinganshina was truly a different land with the queen on the throne. Her peaceful hand helped keep the king’s tumultuous relationship with Marley in check. Some say it was her doing altogether. There was truly no one better fit to rule over the people. And then she died. Suddenly and with no warning, leaving Shinganshina with a manic king and two motherless sons. Soon after, the fragile peace with Marley had launched into an all-out war.

The residents of Shinganshina could do nothing but watch the world around them crumble while silently mourning the loss.

“A shame,” he murmured, sharp eyes studying the intricate patterns warped into the wood of the door. Looked a lot more likely the room would be housing an alchemist’s laboratory than an artist's workshop.

“Indeed.” Petra voice had lost the giddy edge, and she wrung dainty hands as the true intent of Levi’s comment weighed heavily in the air. It appeared that not only the villagers were still feeling the ill effects of the queen’s loss. The woman seemed to steel herself as she took a deep breath, “Forgive me, Mr. Ackerman. You’ve only just arrived, and I am already burdening you with unpleasant memories. You must think me a very poor excuse for a housekeeper.”

“It’s no trouble-”

“We shall make a glorious evening of this yet!” A pale fist was raised high into the air as she beamed with triumph. Levi couldn’t help but offer her a subtle upturn at the corner of his mouth.

“Come, look at what we've pieced together for you,” Petra said as she pulled on the large, bronze handle. “I’m sure you’ll be absolutely marveled.” Levi had his suspicions. It was foolish to think that the king knew a single element that would be required of an adequate studio.

The entrance opened with a satisfying click, followed by a long drawn-out creak that preceded a breeze of cold air from the other side.

And then, light.

The room was positively bathing in it.

Vertical windows lined the outer wall, reaching nearly from floor to ceiling. The effects of the evening sun shone unconstrained through the glass, painting the room in a bewitching orange glow. So, the king did know something about the art of portraiture after all. Or perhaps this was all Petra’s doing. Turning to look at the bright, expectant smile lighting up her features, Levi suspected it was the latter.

There was miscellaneous furniture placed throughout the room. A plush green sofa, purple needlepoint armchairs, a rustic wooden bureau. However, what stood out most of all to him was the fireplace. Elegantly crafted from carved stone and decorated with hints of teal and gold, the fireplace seemed to perfectly embody the image of an ideal royal heir. Strong and bold, yet handsome and rich. Levi detested the thought of comparing it to a spoiled brat, but couldn’t deny that the object would be the perfect backdrop to the painting.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Petra’s smile had not faded as she stood in the doorway. Levi felt a bit like their roles had been reversed - Petra morphing from chastising mother to expectant child eagerly waiting for praise. He indulged her, giving a quick nod of his head.

“You’ve done well, Ms. Ral. I look forward to capturing the prince’s likeness here.” The words were a half-truth. To paint again and be compensated for his talents, that was what he yearned for. The damn dirty prince could burn in a thousand hells as far as Levi was concerned.

“I am honored, truly, sir.” Petra bowed lowly. He stiffened, not accustomed to the actions one would typically reserve for nobles and royalty. If only the woman knew that she was most undoubtedly wealthier than the man to whom she so easily bent her head. “I will have one of my girls bring your supplies here if that is quite alright?” He could easily manage this on his own, but Levi was positive that Petra had certainly already sent one of the servant girls into his room. Agreeing with her now was simply common courtesy.

Levi made a vague noise of approval. “Of course.” He turned to begin a more thorough inspection of the studio when the sound of quickened footfall called his gaze.

“Oh, Mr. Ackerman, I’m sure that you are eager to get to work, but you must remember.” Levi quirked a suspicious brow. “I said this would be a most glorious evening. What is a magnificent affair without a proper meal to finish off the day?” Petra looked at him as if she were anticipating an answer, but Levi fancied that the woman would enlighten him without his query. “His Majesty has ordered the chef to prepare the finest venison and vegetables I’m sure you’ve ever indulged upon. You are the guest of honor, after all.” Levi tried not to let his expression sour. This was inevitable, wasn’t it? He could not very well manage to paint a picture of the king’s son without at least meeting the royal family first. The thought alone made Levi’s skin itch.

"That's not necessary," he tried, tongue heavy in his mouth as he searched for a suitable escape.

"Oh, don't be silly, Mr. Ackerman," Petra laughed, "I'm sure you are absolutely famished. And His Majesty insisted, after all." Levi felt his face morph into a sneer as his jaw tightened.

His Majesty insisted.

Of course, the bastard insisted.

“As His Majesty orders.” Hopefully, the venom in his tone was not too apparent. If it was, Levi would simply blame it on the journey. A strenuous voyage could make any man affable. Petra's smile fell, and Levi inwardly cringed. He'd have to watch his mouth, the damned thing it was. Got him in a fair amount of scuffles in his youth. However, the stakes here were much higher than a black eye or bloody nose. “Lead the way,” he continued, trying not to sound so incredibly vexed. Petra nodded silently, all former excitement replaced with a disposition as if she’d just sentenced a man to place his head on the block.

“Certainly. Please follow me, sir.” She quickly turned on her heel, the bounce in her step replaced with a rigid tread. Thin nostrils contracted as he heaved a deep sigh.

This was inevitable, Levi reminded himself. And he began his march towards the dining hall, leaving the cold chill of the studio behind him.

[primrose-fr]

Wildlife of the Windswept Plateau

Hey I've decided to make this a series. Next on my list of "researcher documents the Flights native wildlife" we have the Wind Flight! I hope this is at least a good jumping off point for you writers/RPers/Worldbuilders!

Includes little personal notes here and there about possible uses, ecology and real-life equivalents, and interesting notes from the items bio too. Calling this series “Ecology of Sornieth” where I detail: Wildlife.  Aquatic life. Insects. Plant life. ???.

Long post ahead. Cut for convenience.

Wild Life:

Balsas Anole (Able to change color based on mood. probably a popular catch for hatchlings) Plague Bat (Bats native to the Scarred Wasteland. Most likely purged for spreading diseases.) Sun Flecked Fieldmouse (Fur sparkles in the sunlight. can leap great distances and has a tendency to brood.) Zephyr Sparrow (Flies very high but is prone to oxygen deprivation. Tend to be short lived due to this reason. Possibly kept by dragons for it's plumage) Broad-footed Moles (Stubborn. strangely tend to dig in opposite directions from their mates. Possibly dug up as food by hatchlings) Cottontail Rabbit (A decent meal for dragons, probably farmed for meat and fur. hilariously large dragons might use them similarly to cottonballs.) Hooded Hen (Can be ornery maybe? A decent meal for a dragon. Probably farmed for meat and feathers.) Steppes Box Turtle (Known for the pattern on it's shell) Hooded Skunk (despite being a skunk its rather docile. Probably hunted for as wild game for meat and fur) False-Peacock Quail (Pretty plumage. A decent meal for a dragon. Probably hunted as wild game for meat and feathers) Mallard (A decent meal for a dragon. Probably hunted as wild game for meat and feathers. Note: Irl only male Mallards have the signature green hood.) Golden-Laced Rooster (Can reached running speeds of up to 15km an hour. Probably hunted as wild game.) Arroyo Toad (Most dragons have developed an immunity to it's skin toxin. Mirrors however are allergic.) Firebearer (A type of squirrel monkey. Has been observed spreading forest fires by carrying burning branches to new areas. Possibly done to flush out game from underbrush or usher in new growth in remote areas. Possibly a Keystone species?) Fancy Rat (Possibly kept as pets. Might even be given as gifts(for pets or to eat) during special occasions) Wallaby (Probably hunted as wild game. A decent meal for a dragon.) Pangolin (Noted for keeping lairs insect free! Might be kept around as a form of pest control. although maybe not by insectivorous dominated clans.) White-Eared Hummingbird (Yes birds do have ears!) Olive Sea Snake (VENOMOUS. Aposematic. Bright blue and orange coloration warns of it's toxicity. Named not for it's color by for it's curious love of olives. Note: Irl all species of sea snake are venomous. they are close cousins to cobras and kraits.) Grey Squirrel (Probably a common meat in stews and campfire roasts) Tree Gecko (Has great camouflage but oddly is color blind.) Magpie (Hunted for both their meat and hoards of shinies) Ferret (Probably kept as popular pets/small game hunting companions.) Sugarglider (A prime pest of Sugarmelon crops. Probably kept and bred as pets for their cuteness. Funfact: It's a possum!) Bar-headed Goose (Probably hunted as wild game or farmed for meat and feathers.) Crested Newt (Notable has a crest for mating displays) Emerald Striker (VENOMOUS. Contains it's venom in the "emeralds" on it's body. Probably not safe to eat due to the "venom pockets" throughout it's body) Silver Racoon (Named for it's love of silver ore and trinkets. Might be hunted as wild game.) Lesser Land Iguana (apparently very self confident. I take that to mean they are aware of how dangerous they are and probably have few predators. Probably hunted if there are no other options though. Most likely avoided due to average iguana temperament (That is to say violent as hell)) Bog Canary (Has an awful call. but it's plumage is pretty and might be kept as pets (Note: Picture depicts a budgerigar not a canary)) Golden Reefprince (A type of axolotl, has a golden sheen. typically given by dragons to someone they're trying to impress. Might be farmed similarly to Valentines roses and sold for holidays and anniversaries.) Black Swan (Probably kept as ornamental birds by the upperclass. Compete in elegant displays with each other. Probably over mating rights.) Juvenile Prairie Skink (The adults of this species perform excellent parental care for lizards when the hatchlings are young. (Note: Maternal care in irl skinks is highly unlikely. Note 2: Art possibly depicts a jeweled lacerta instead?)) Muskrat (A native to the Gladevines of the Viridian labryinth this rodent is commonly found in aqueducts hunting small aquatic life. Probably hunted as wild game or farmed for meat and water resistant fur.) Reedhopper (Amphibian. well camouflaged though makes a loud incessant croaking. Probably a common sound at night near fresh waterways like ponds and rivers.) Collard Lemmings (Has local folk stories that tell of them staring into your soul and knowing all your secrets.) Glowing Pocket mouse (Common prey to smaller predators. It's brightness indicates it's mood. Kept as familiars) Skycats (Common winged felines that guide dragons throughout the Windswept Plateau. Multiple sets of large ears implies excellent hearing. Normally catch the updraft of larger dragon wings for easier flight. Kept as familiars.) Bamboo Phytocat (Has developed bamboo growths on it's body for camouflage in the reeds. Ambush Predator. Large and dangerous. Possibly hunted for trophies or as rites of passage. Kept as familiars) Banded Owlcat (Silent ambush predators from both the land and the sky. Kept as familiars) Grassland Trunker (Small squat herbivores. Very docile. Often kept as pets or farmed for meat. Kept as familiars.) Lilyfowl (Birds who spend most of their time submerged in ponds and such. Can breath through it's plant-like growths! Kept as familiars.) Myosotis Fox (Fur is vibrant in color and displays many beautiful flowers. In the wild they most likely use this for camouflage. However they are kept and bred as companions. Possibly bred for color and flower variation. May even be used in shows. Popular among upper class? Kept as familiars.) Traveling Garden (Large tortoises with a variety of plant life growing amongst their shell. Maybe a Keystone species? Kept as familiars.) Heckling Hydrena (Possibly native to the Shifting Expanse. Unknown if invasive or just widespread. Most likely inhabits marshlands and other waterways. Apparently pose danger to stray hatchlings. Kept as familiars) Toxic Igueel (TOXIC. Coloration is aposematic to warn would be predators. Probably inhabits rocky coastlines and other marine environments. Leather is very useful in leatherworking as interfacing and support. Kept as familiars) Tradewinds Gull (Common seabirds. Popular for use in message transport. Most likely used by maritime trades. Kept as familiars) Blueridge Greatshell (Large aquatic turtles that inhabit freshwater only. Cannot survive saltwater. Probably hunted for meat. Kept as familiars) Scaleside Noggle (Most likely a riverway/lake predator for small to mid sized creatures. Kept as familiars) Fiendcat (Fiery predators that cook their prey. large and dangerous. Probably a threat to smaller clans. Hunting one could be considered and accomplishment. Kept as familiars) Bluetail Skira (Large herbivores who spend much of their time lounging in ponds and lakes. Blue algea growing on their tail gives it that blue color. Kept as familiars ) Ringlet Amphithere (Tiny winged snakes that can fit in a Fae's claws. Might be kept as pets. Kept as familiars.) Hippojay (Might be farmed for meat or hunted as big/trophy game. Probably a common sight in wind clan backyards. Or kept as familiars) Crowned Roc (DEADLY. Massive dangerous birds that can be found hunting the skies of the Windswept Plateau. Poses a threat to all but the largest of dragons(Imperials?). Might even hunt/eat mid to small sized dragons. Apex predator of the region and a possible keystone species. Might commonly be the subject of stories, legends, myths, art, ect. Hunting one is probably a great event. Kept as familiars) Cloud Chaser (Airborne cetaceans that fly through the air, possibly in massive beautiful pods. produces clicks and whistles. Groups of them might sound like an orchestra of woodwind instruments. Most likely the favored prey of Crowned Rocs. Also probably subjects of popular culture. Kept as familiars. )

Aquatic Life:

Fissure Crawdad (Found only in dark crevices. Tasty. worth the effort) Leech (Common pest after swimming in waterways) Common Minnow (can be eaten in mass quantities for nourishment. Possibly kept in dragon aquaria) Sun Baked Oysters Jumbo Shrimp (Meat has a sweet and tender flavor.) Pumpkinseed Sunfish (Tasty and addictive when roasted and salted. decent meal) Sea Sparrow (flying fish known for it's abrasive chirping) Sea Hare Sea Fae (Known for it's resemblance to the dragon species. Plentiful snacks) Dumpling Squid (dipped in tangy sauce when eaten) Golden Rainbow Trout (Commonly fished from riverways as a decent meal. Golden shine is noticeable from the bank. Might be farmed in aquaponics for meat) Green Corydoras catfish (Tiny bottom dwelling armored catfish. Might be kept in dragon aquaria) Golden Cushionfish (Puffer fish) Seabed Pincher (When threatened they swarm and attack the threat. Plentiful food if a little difficult) Longfin Urchinbane (Species of cardinalfish that preys on urchins. considered a pest fish by dragons.) Sea Heart (Some kinda urchin. might be preyed on by Longfin Urchinbane) Steppes Pincher (Well camouflaged and possibly territorial) Topaz Guppy (Very friendly, possibly live in a area free of natural predators. Beautiful copper finage. possibly kept in dragon aquaria) Silverside Tetras (Small tetras, shimmery scales confuse predators when in schools. Possibly kept in dragon aquaria) Red Octopus (Color changing cephalopods. Might display typical cephalopod intelligence. Tentacles might be eaten as seafood.) Lesser Shallowshark (Small cat sharks. Scavengers. Large schools are common and very efficient at striping large carcasses) Royal Oyster (The more pearls this species has produced the more valuable they are to dragon collectors.) Chromodori Swimmer (Variety of dragon sea slugs) Golden Snakehead (Labrynthian fish capable of breathing through primitive lungs. Allows them to live in low oxygenated water. Medium vicious predators. Decent meal for dragons.) Electric Stingers (Jellyfish whose sting is particularly painful) Marbled Hatchetfish (Top dwelling schooling fish. Probably kept in dragon aquaria) Kuhli Loach (Bright colors ward off potential predators. Probably kept in dragon aquaria. (Note: Water spaghetti! One of my favorite fish in aquaria)) Molten Goby (Thrives in incredibly hot waters. meat is possibly very spicy.) Glass Isopod (Have very fragile shells that crack easily.) Pale Smallmouth (CANNOT handle water touched by the plaguebringer, It's presence is an indication of a healthy ecosystem and safe water. Indicator species. Decent meal for dragons too) Discus (Popular, beautiful, and challenging to care for in irl aquaria. Possibly kept as decorative fish for the upper class in dragon aquaria) Four-Eyed Butterflyfish Morning Star (Seastars active only in the early hours of the morning.) Angelspine (Golden spines of this urchin are valued. Meat however is bland.) Gaseous Megashrimp (Big, kept as familiars. this is speculation but depending on the size it may also be used as a seafood alternative to whole roasts like pig) Skittering Megashrimp (See above) Lurefish (Predates on other fish using it's lure. Probably a species of jawfish. Kept as familiars) Plantation Pincher (Considered a rampant pest on farmland.)

Insect Life:

Gliding Ant (Known for it's ability to glide across the ice. Most likely Native to Ice) Honeybee (Tastes sweet. Most likely kept for food as well as honey.) Crop Cutter (Pests that can devour entire fields. Plant eater hate them while others feast on them.) Nymph (appears to be just a grub) Bean Beetle (considered a pest to gardener. popular to eat for insectivorous dragons though. Get your Fae friends!) Swamp Mosquito (Clouds of this insects are a joy for insect eaters and a plague for everyone else.) Blow Fly (Very common in summers. tend to swarm lairs to keep cool. Doesn't need to be stated that that's upsetting.) Cricket (Commonly caught in bulk, dried, and sold as snack. Faes are experts at catching them) Greenworm (Blends in well and challenging to find) Garden Snail Spotted Grasshopper (Particularly vibrant specimens are caught as trophies and pinned to walls by Fae.) Stick Insect (Tundras often mistake them for actual sticks and often get a buggy surprise) Striped Earwig (Common pests that get into everything) Lunar Lacewing (Swarms can be found flitting between trees on full moon nights.) Redknee Tarantula Southern Grass Cicada (Nymphs can't fly and are commonly dug up as snacks) Millipede White Cabbage Butterfly (Very common. Overconsumption can lead to gas issues.) Stinglash (DEADLY. Aposematic. Skull pattern on it’s head is a threat display. When stinger is removed however it’s considered a delicacy) Pillbug (curls into a ball when threatened) Four-Spot Mealworm (Commonly found feasting on festering rot) Rhododendron Leafhopper (Swarms of these insects inhabit the interiors of bamboo stalks. Hatchlings love playing "Shake the Stick.") Venomous Fly (DANGER. Bite has paralyzing venom.) Green June Beetle Blackshield Cockroach (Fae use rocks to crack it’s shell for eating.) Diving Aranea (Aquatic spiders similar to the diving bell spider) Petal Moth (Makes its home in flower beds of a similar color to its wings, helping it hide from darting birds and lesser mammals.) Yellowtail Caterpillar (Commonly eaten in piles with pepper sauce, cucumber, rice, and wrapped in seaweed) Bark Biter (Devours tree bark. Can devastate entire forests overnight if population wasn't kept in check by dragons. Quite tasty!) Water Bug Micromoth (Common reagent in magical remedies. Most likely cultivated for medicinal purposes) False Mantis Prickler (Herbivorous. Example of batesian mimicry. Mimics the threat display of mantids to fool predators) Autumn Pennant (Dragonfly. Scarce, only appears towards the end of autumn) Brave Blue Bee (carapace is a shiny blue color. Possibly a species of solitary bee.) Reedcleft Sparkler (Hides amongst reeds. capable of bioluminescence) Leafy Moth (This large moth feeds by spreading its chlorophyll-rich wings in a patch of sunlight and flapping gently. Large. Possibly farmed as cow equivalents to insectivorous dragons. Kept as familiars) Triple-Sight Firebug (Dragons closely bonded to this bug can use it’s sight for short periods of time. Possibly used for rough reconnaissance. Kept as familiars) Goliath Mountain Beetle (Long lifespans and natural armor allow this insect to reach enormous sizes. The largest has up to a 7m wingspan! I could see these being herded and tended to by Fae. Kept as familiars.) Garden Larail (Pests. A gardeners nemesis. However they are cannibalistic and keep their own population in check.) Highgrass Priest (A type of mantid)

Plant Life:

Clover (Common plant life. A legend tells of a rare clover that can unlock anything and uncover buried treasure.) Cliff Lion (A species similar to dandelions that grow on cliffsides. Like it's cousin it can be fermented into wines and beer) Sweet Grass (Some dragons choose to chew on sweetgrass for hours. probably similar to chewing gum.) Cindershroom (Spores resemble cinders but are completely harmless. Unknown if edible. Possible.) Red Emperor Tulip (Cultivated by herbivorous dragons as both beautiful displays and tasty treats!) Greenstripe Amaranth (Healthy food for herbivorous creatures. Cultivated for food. Naughty hatchlings pass their amaranth to their familiars.) Wild Mustard (Grows in thick patches with bright yellow flowers. Goes great with wild Catsup) Thistle (Provides food for herbivores. Seeds provide food to songbirds.) Sour Spinach (Has little to no nutritional value and is nearly inedible. Used to discipline naughty hatchlings.) Sunkernel (Smallest of the acorns. Harvested and eaten in mass quantity.) Green Shoots (Hollow. Makes for a chewy meal or a durable paper.) Chickweed (Used in herbal remedies to sooth itchy scales. Probably cultivated for medicinal purposes) Greater Plantain. (possibly like its relative the Herbal plantain whos leaves can be used as an effective anti-toxin. Probably cultivated for medicinal purposes) Peace Lily (Pretty and edible, it’s petals are a favorite snack of peace doves. Probably cultivated for decoration and consumption.) Corona Sempervivum (Edible succulent. Cultivated for food and décor) Treasure Plant (Considered to bring good luck if kept in the lair. Possibly cultivated for decoration or as gifts.) Boxwood (Has a subtle flavor?) Seaberry (Bright blue berries most likely found near marshes and waterways.) Bonebark Mold (Plentiful. grows on dead trees.) Tundra Cactus (Grows well in winter and colder climates. Probably native to Ice.) Sour Green Apple (A green apple. Sour. Probably cultivated in orchards for consumption) Wild Onion ( Edible? Possibly Deadly??) Prickly Pear (The fruit of cacti. Edible but not that great.) Peppermint (can be consumed to help aid a number of maladies such as indigestion, nausea, colds, and headaches. Probably cultivated for medicinal purposes) Sunbeam Fig (Edible fruit. Trees only produce fruit when exposed to direct sun for long periods of time.) Fairy Ears (Tree fungus. Theres a myth explaining it's existence but it's apparently unpleasant. Unknown if edible.) Green Plantain (Has a tart flavor and can be stored in cool places for long periods of time. Probably cultivated and exported to other flights.) Lume Daffodil  (Blooms under moonlight, with a cool, refreshing taste. Often consumed as after-dinner mints. Probably cultivated for these reasons.) Quinoa (Recently, Tundras have started claiming quinoa is full of vitamins, cures disease, and attracts mates. Mirrors are skeptical.) Pinwheel Paddies (The blooms of this plant can spin for hours.) Minty Jadevine ( leaves are favored as snacks due to their sweet, cooling taste. Probably cultivated for these reasons.) Strawberry (Its a strawberry.) Withered Rose (perfume made from this rose remains nauseatingly strong. Dragons may use such blooms to cover up all manner of undesirable scents. Possibly cultivated for this industry) Pompom Mums (Vibrant, cheerful petals. Very attention getting to pollinators. might be used to attract pollinators to fields. Also useful for decorative purposes) Sand Creeper (Type of ivy that spreads prolifically over sand. Might be a good crop for those in barren wastelands.) Charged Duneberry (Berries glow brightest and taste the best after storms. Possibly native to the Shifting Expanse.)

???:

Gale Wolf (Dangerous and possibly extradimensional? Only appear wherever a warm front meets a cold front. leaves behind mass destruction. Hunting them is probably considered a great accomplishment. Kept as familiars) Glassbound Gustvul (Glasslike vulpines that can be found often napping in patches of sunlight. Might be popular in folk-lore, stories, art subject ect.. Kept as familiars.) River Muck (Goopy. probably common in or near waterways. Probably a pest/hazard) Garden Watcher  (Walking tulips???) Orange Blotch Pansy (??? Uproots and moves itself to more optimal locations when required.) Cactus Marzal (Behaves like a normal plant until it matures in which it will become more animalistic. Weird. Kept as familiars)

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A Shadow of What You Used to Be (6)

Chapter 6: No, There Is Another | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, you guys! ;;w;; What with the holidays and me managing what to order for my 24th birthday today (It’s the 27th where I live so we’re celebrating in a quite chill way heheh), so this is my birthday treat to you! A new chapter! 💖💖

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

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7 of ?

19 BBY

Irele, her stepbrother Owen, and his now-wife Beru Lars live together in the same roof. After their father had died of natural causes, they placed him next to the grave of Shmi, as they deem it appropriate; they have taken full control of the homestead, though their ways didn’t change that much.

Now thirteen years old, Irele Skywalker had grown into the spitting image of Shmi Skywallker albeit younger. Medium length hair always secured as a ponytail with thin braids woven along the tail, warm and earthy-colored eyes, and a somber yet friendly smile.

The teenager had grown into an adventurous young spirit. Perhaps, if one is to see Shmi as a girl, she would have been the exact same as her daughter. Gaining friends in Anchorhead and even as far as Mos Eisley, though she had learned to steer clear of the latter town unless the need truly arises. Taking odd jobs in either of the towns, her hustler’s nature remained intact, she did not want to depend heavily on her brother and sister-in-law for monetary support—albeit Owen strongly disagrees, but to not avail.

“You’ve been out more often than staying at home!” chided Owen, who was now perhaps in his early thirties.

“Well, I do need to work, don’t I, big brother?” she tapped his bulky arm as she strolled into the house.

She had just returned from her work in the shop that’s a hybrid of a speeder vendor and a servicing center. Whether she realizes it or not, she always finds herself tinkering with something, fixing them… like her real brother’s pastime as a child.

Irele had taken home a piece of a machine to her house, a personal project of sorts, completely unrelated to her work. She settled herself on the small worktable in her bedroom and immediately casts her lamp’s light on the working space. A metal rod put together with various, mismatching shafts and components held together by screws and sewn leather wrappings; it’s even a miracle that it worked, one way or another, it would serve better as a melee weapon than that of a Magnaguard’s electro-staff. Perhaps this staff is one of the many testaments of Irele’s skillfulness and resourcefulness, for growing up as a hustler and being exposed to machinery at an early age.

As she grew, she always donned a woven scarf made by Shmi. It has been a few years or so, and the heartache is very much fresh; every time she catches a glimpse of her headstone, with Cliegg’s next to it, the healing wound is ripped open once again—though she found comfort in confiding and speaking to both of them as if they were still alive, sitting with her and listening.

“Oh, circuitry should be here. Mom would have pointed that out too.” she mumbled to herself as she fiddled the wires with the sharp end of a thin screwdriver.

Come the hour of sunset, Irele had finished her chores after her handicraft. In the middle of her working, she felt a presence—it was sage and calming—she also heard the grunting of a single eopie. Curious, she and Beru went to the door. She was right about the eopie, carrying a single rider who held the reins with only one hand and is carrying something with the other. Irele thought the hooded rider to be her brother, as she remembered his own cloak, but the cowl revealed a slightly older man—his jaw was covered with a full, sandy-brown beard, his eyes were kind and yet she hinted the sadness in them, as if tragedy had befell him shortly before coming here.

It was Obi-Wan.

When the stranger coaxed the animal to kneel, he carefully hopped down, and supported his precious cargo with his free arm. He approaches the older girl and she willingly takes what he gave. The wide sleeve of his robe gave way to show an infant boy, perhaps a few weeks old. Beru and Irele’s eyes lit up, they spoke nothing to the stranger but they bid him with a short, polite bow.

Obi-Wan noticed the second girl, her olive skin and brown eyes gave him a memory of Anakin—the reminder sharply jabbed him into the recesses of his mind. The angry voices, the echoes of the sputtering lava, and the sorrowful howling of Anakin drummed behind his ears.

“Are you alright, sir?” Irele noticed.

“Oh, dear. I am fine, thank you,” he cleared his throat and tucked his arms inside his sleeves. “I am just not used to travel here in this place… but I will be.”

“I see.”

“My dear, may I know your name?”

“It is Irele…”

“Irele…?”

“Irele Skywalker-Lars.”

Obi-Wan slowly angled his head upwards, concealing his surprise as her name sinks into him.

Another Skywalker?

“Well, Irele,” he cleared his throat again. “May I ask a favor from you?”

“I’ll do my best to fulfill it.”

“I’m sure you can,” Obi-Wan’s gaze went to Beru carrying the baby who joined her husband, Owen, looking at the binary sunset. “Take care of him.”

“I don’t mean to sound uptight but… Who is he to me?”

“He’s your family. Your nephew. His name is Luke.”

Irele was a smart girl. She knew whose son the infant would have belonged to. A part of her wanted to ask where the father is—her brother—but perhaps it was for the best that she does not obligate the stranger to indulge her questions.

“Then I’ll do everything in my power to keep him safe.”

“I know, Irele,” Kenobi smiled, although a little sadly. “I know.”

“Sir, I’m sorry but I don’t know your name.”

“Ben… Ben Kenobi.”

Kenobi did not stay long in the premises of the homestead. He bowed to Irele, who returned the gesture, and returned to his steed. The eopie grunted as Kenobi hauled the reins to the right side, then spurred the tall quadruped to the distance, clouds of sand puffing under its hooves until the figure disappears as the twin suns set.

When Kenobi was gone from her sight, she turned to her brother and sister-in-law, along with their nephew—whom Owen would have probably called his son, given the chance. Irele was excited. She was already thinking of the things she and Luke would do—what games they’d play, what machines she’d teach him to fix, what kind of speeders could they hop on together.

He was the brother she never had.

From a certain point of view, it’s a wrong that she could right, while fulfilling her promise to Kenobi.

After Beru nursed the infant, she laid him down on their bed, Irele never left Luke’s side. She chuckled every time he would squirm, coo, and smile at her. Her heart fluttered and she fell in love with him. When Beru left the two children alone, Irele tasked herself to watch over him.

She moved her finger to his tiny hand and with his tiny, soft fingers he clasped her thumb with a grip as light as a feather. Irele’s heart melted once more.

And then she whispered as she kissed the tiniest hand that held hers, “I’ll keep you safe, Luke. I’ll always protect you.”

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Winner Takes All [Chapter Two] (Jun and Donghun)

Title: Winner Takes All

Pairing: Jun (A.C.E) x Reader x Donghun (A.C.E)

Genre: Fluff; Slight Angst

Word Count: 8.7K Words [All Chapters]

Writer: Kpopmadness & Whattodowithkpop

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The crowd gives off another cheer as the next set of knights makes their way to the opposite sides of the ring as they prepare for the next joust. Their armor shingling brightly in the warm afternoon sun.

Lee Donghun adjusted his helmet on his head, taking a deep breath. He didn’t take the deep breath out of nerves, but out of excitement. He loved jousting, he had grown up with it. He had trained since he was thirteen. This was his life.

Donghun scans the crowd, looking over the cheering faces. A fellow knight catches his eye as the knight makes his way over to the royal family on his horse. His posture is proud and cocky as he rests his hand on the wooden railing separating the jousting ring from the crowd.

Donghun follows the knights gaze up to the the princess. Her blonde hair glistened in the sun as she swept it over one shoulder, leaning closer to the knight to hear what he was saying. Her royal blue dress highlighted the olive colored skin and wide sparkling eyes.

A man sat beside her, who Donghun recognized as the prince of a fellow kingdom just north, watched the princess and the knight talk back and forth intently.

Donghun was ready to turn his attention away from the princess when she stood up from her chair swiftly, making the crowd turn their attention to her but never break the banter that continued throughout the bleachers.

She walked closer to the knight, a sweet smile etched on her face. When she was closer to him she stood talking to him for a few minutes. The knights gloved hand rain gently down her bare arm. If Donghun hadn’t been watching he wouldn’t have seen what happened next, nor would he have believed it.

The princess quickly took a dagger from her belt and stabbed it between the knights fingers, the blade driving into the wood. Her eyes narrowed and went dark as her sweet smile vanished from her face as a daring smirk replaced it making the knight yank his hand away and quickly drive his heels into his horses ribs to get away.

The princess watched him go, the smirk remaining on her face until he was out of sight. She sighed as she turned back around and gathered her dress in her hand to sit back down. Resting her dagger on her lap. The prince sitting next to her stared at her with a mix of horror and awe. The rest of the royal family shook their heads, the queen especially looked horrified.

Donghun gave off a chuckle beneath his helmet, a new fire sparking in his chest. As he took the jousting lance from the boy holding it beside him, one thought went through his mind. Even as his horse started its run toward the opposing knight, even as his lance pierced the armor of fellow knight making him fall from his horse to the ground in one swoop making the crowd roar with excitement, he knew, he was going to talk to the princess.

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The jousting tournament had ended, the victors had taken their spoil and were packing up for the next joust in a new city. Donghun handed his gold trophy to the boy beside him that was tending to his horse as he sprinted off in the direction of the royal family. His armor had since been removed making this sprint feel good as the wind dried the sweat that had accumulated under his tight armor.

Once he had reached the bleachers the crowd had receded and the royal family had left with the prince, making the princess the last to leave.

“You really shouldn’t be out in public looking as beautiful as you do now, princess.” He called, his voice cool.

The princess stopped, her back going rigid. Donghun couldn’t help but smirk. He liked the way her shoulders tensed from hearing his voice.

The princess turned to him, her eyes looking him over. His medium length dirty blonde hair was tied in a small bun atop his head, making his facial features stand out. He had a nose and eyebrow piercing, which was rare for any man to have since it was frowned on as been worldly by society. He had soft brown eyes that looked so gentle and inviting. But the princess noticed how sharp and alert they looked. Their shape almost looking like dragons eyes she had seen in story books as a child. The kind of eyes that held the possibility of either being gentle, or that of a predator seeing its pray for the first time.

“You’re the knight that won the last joust.” The princess observes, facing him completely now.

Donghun smiles and swings his legs over the railing to stand on the same ground as her. He drew himself up to full height and let his eyes wander down her body, taking all of her appearance in. Her eyes never left his. He liked that.

“And you’re the woman that scared a knight to death with a dagger.” He shot back playfully.

The princess smirked up at him, a part of her liking this outlandish man. “He was being improper. I was tired of listening to his flirtations so I used persuasive negotiation.”

“Oh, careful now my princess.” Donghun warned, his voice going deep. He leaned down to her and whispered in her ear, her hair giving off a sweet scent as he whispered, “I like a women that can handle herself.”

The princess felt her face go red as she stepped away from him. Clearing her throat to choke out, “I should be going. My family will wonder where I went.”

Donghun nodded, trying not to laugh at how red her face was. He took her hand gently in his to kiss it as he whispered, “I hope to see you again, princess.”

The princess smiled at him before turning and walking away, the wind catching her blue dress making it flutter in the breeze. The sweet smell she carried finding its way back to Donghun.

“Something tells me that day will be very soon.” Donghun whispered to himself as he watched her go.

~~~~~~ 1 Week Later; Donghun sighed as he entered the stables one early morning a week after the joust to care for his horse. He loved the smell of the stables. The sound of the horses stomping their feet against the pavement and crunched on their grain.

He had just entered the large barn when a familiar appearance caught his eye. Her blonde hair was down again, cascading down to her mid back. She wore a green dress that was long sleeved but came off her shoulders. The dress sparkled slightly in the early morning sunlight. Her hands ran down her horses neck gently as she brushed his main, making it smooth.

“Tell me something princess,” Donghun calls into the barn, making her turn her head toward him, “If you saw a incredibly beautiful woman in a stable alone, would you be tempted to stay and talk with her, or leave her to care for her horse alone?”

The princess rolled her eyes but met his gaze.  He wore a pair of brown pants and a white buttoned down shirt that had a few buttons undone, exposing his muscular chest and arms.

She took a deep breath as she retorted, “You realize it’s considered improper for a unmarried man and woman to be alone together like this.”

Donghun chuckled and grabbed a brush from a hook on the wall to brush his horse as he commented, “That’s true, but we aren’t exactly alone.” He said as he gestured to the stable full of horses.  

The princess sighed, realizing she wouldn’t be able to rid his company but at the same time not minding it and went back to brushing her horse. Silence filled the stable for some time. Off and on she could feel his gaze on her back, making her blush slightly.

“I don’t think I ever got you’re name, sir knight.” She blurted out. Silently cursing herself after saying it.

Donghun smirked and turned to face her, “Couldn’t help yourself could you princess?” He taunted. Her face going beat red.

“Donghun,” he added, “Lee Donghun. But I would rather not know your name. Princess suits you.” He said with a wink.

“And is jousting and flirting all you know how to do, Donghun?” She shot at him, a sly smile going across her face.

Donghun threw his head back and laughed. The sound echoing through the stables like music.

“And is nearly stabbing a knights hand all you know how to do?” He shot back.

The princess let out a chuckle, “He deserved it.”

Donghun’s eyes narrowed at her as he said, “And you don’t deserve to be flirted at?”

The princess rolled her eyes, “You didn’t answer my question, Donghun.”

Donghun laughed again, “Nor did you answer mine!” He let his laugh fade before straightening and answering, “No. Flirting and jousting is not all I know how to do. For your information, princess, I’m actually very good at archery.”

The princess felt her eyes widen as a spark lit in her chest, “You know archery?” She asked as she stepped closer to him.

Donghun noticed the step she had taken and took a few toward her in turn. Which made her step back upon realization.

“Did I strike a nerve, princess?” He smirked.

The princess felt her cheeks grow hot. She struggled for words as she stuttered, “No...no...I just... I was raised learning archery with my father.”

Donghun raised an eyebrow, “A princess learning how to use a weapon? That’s not exactly common now is it?”

The princess laughed, making Donghun smile at hearing the infectious tune. “No. No, it is not common. But I’ve never been a common princess. I’ve been doing archery since I was six years old. Using a dagger is a new skill I recently acquired.”

Donghun nods, taking in this information she had shared with him. “I’ve only been interested in archery for about three years. Jousting I love more. I’ve done that since I was a boy.”

“It seems we both have a hobby we prefer then.” The princess stated, meeting his brown eyes evenly.

Donghun chuckled deeply and stepped closer to her as he suggested, “Shall we make this interesting?”

The princess raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer, so Donghun continued, “I suggest we have an archery match. A test of skill. I’m curious to know how good you are. And I  have the feeling it will make a very interesting day.”

The princess raised her chin slightly, making Donghun notice the sharpness of her jawline and neck. Making his heartbeat pick up slightly.

“What happens to the winners?” She asks softly.

Donghun smirks, “If you win, I’ll leave you alone. If I win, when they hold a banquet to celebrate the winner, you come with me.”

The princess holds his gaze. Silence stretching between them for some time. Finally, she stretched her hand out to him and waited for him to take it before saying, “Deal.”

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[xaphrin]

It took every once of my control to NOT let this consume my entire soul. 

- - - 

It started in the most subtle ways. So subtle, that Raven didn’t even realize it for the first few weeks she was trapped on the island. 

The first morning she woke up to shells - beautiful, pristine ones - were arranged into a small pile on the sand. Raven had thought that maybe the waves had washed them in from the previous night. But the small piles of shells had continued, until Raven knew that there must have been something else behind it. She tried to stay up one evening to catch what was making this happen, but other than a ripple of motion just beyond the break of the sandbar far off the island’s coast, she didn’t see anything. 

And then last week, she hadn’t been able to catch or scavenge anything to eat for days, and when she thought she might be forced to try and eat something she’d rather didn’t, Raven found a fish in a tide pool. A fish that should have definitely not been there. She was grateful for whatever was taking care of her, but it felt… odd. Something was not right. So, she stayed up and watched the waves at night again, but other than the strange movement just outside of the sandbar, there was nothing to tell her that there was anything out of the ordinary. 

But something was wrong. It had to be. Neat piles of shells, and huge fish trapped in tide pools didn’t just happen. Something had to be messing with her… or, at least, taking care of her. 

And that was how this particular afternoon, she found herself swimming out to the sandbar far from the shore, where the sea dropped off into endless, infinite blue. She knew it was dangerous, she could get sucked into the undertow, or misjudge the distance between the shore and the sandbar and lose her strength. There were so many things that could go wrong, but she needed answers. Real answers. 

Her limbs were exhausted by the time she felt her toes touch soft wet sand, and Raven found herself wading in waist-deep water, looking around her for any kind of clue that might explain what was happening. But all around her there was nothing but that deep blue stretching out into the pale blue of the horizon. Raven stood there and looked at the sea around her, sighing in defeat. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she really was losing her mind.  

And then she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

Oh no.

This was bad. This was very, very bad. 

Her heart stopped in her chest and she saw a dorsal fin from a large shark slice through the crystalline surface of the water. Panic filled her, and Raven suddenly tried to think of what she should do. She couldn’t make it back to the shore without resting, and if she tried, the movement would draw the shark to her. She stood perfectly still and watched as the shark circled closer still. 

A rough tail slid past her leg and Raven jumped back, nearly flailing in the water. She jerked around looking for the shark again, and seeing the dorsal fin move closer. Raven took a step back, felt the rough skin of the tail slide past her over leg, and she panicked. She stumbled backward, and expected to fall into the water, but-

Warm hands steadied her, keeping her up above the water’s surface. Raven blinked, looking over her shoulder to see…

Curious green eyes stared at her, and Raven turned in the stranger’s arms to look closer. Was he a… mirage? No. She could feel his hand - large and strong, tight on her arms. She looked around the clear surface of the sea again, trying to piece together what happened. Had someone else washed up on the shore with her? Or was the island not as deserted as she had thought before? Maybe there was another settlement somewhere on the other side of the island she hadn’t gotten to yet. 

Slowly, she pulled back just a little and examined his face, took in the sharp angular lines of his jaw and cheekbones. Long, wet hair slid over his shoulders and rested against his chest and arms, clinging to olive skin, marked with an array of deep green tattoos and marred with scars. She slid her hand up an arm and touched a scar, as if trying to convince herself that he was real.

He didn’t shy away from her touch, and leaned closer to her, as if really examining her for a long moment. He picked up a hand and pressed it against his chest. “Damian.”

His voice was a low rumble, like waves crashing against rocks during a storm. Raven swallowed her pounding heart, and lifted her hand to her chest. “Raven.”

Damian’s hard-edged face softened, and he reached out to touch the shell necklace she had been making with the shells left on the shore. Raven flushed as he hooked his fingers under the shells and lifted them, looking oddly pleased with her handiwork.  

“Did you give these to me?”

“Do you like them?” His words were heavily accented, slanted with long, deep vowels and short, rough consonants, as if he wasn’t used to speaking her language. He threaded the strands of shells around his fingers, admiring the bright colors in the stark light of the sun.  

“They’re pretty.” Raven wasn’t sure what else to say. She had a million questions for him - what was he doing here? Where did he live? On the island? Somewhere closer? Why hadn’t he come to her sooner? They could have pooled their resources and maybe she could have gotten off this god-forsaken island in the middle of nowhere. And, what in the world was he doing out in the middle of the ocean alone? 

“Mm.” He gave her a small half-smile and dropped the shells so they lay back on her chest. Raven shivered as his fingers slid along her sternum, resting carefully against her heart. He leaned forward, looking into her eyes as if he was still searching for something in her soul. “Your craftsmanship needs some work, but it is still quite beautiful.” 

Raven opened her mouth to snap back at him, but she felt something slid along her leg again.  The rough feeling of sharkskin slid against her calf, and Raven pulled her leg away, looking down into the water to see a shark tail pressed against the back of her knees. She jumped forward into Damian, trying to step as far away from the shark as possible. How had the shark managed to sneak so close to both of them? Panic swelled in her chest and she nearly jumped into his arms.

“You are… frightened?” 

Yes! Of course she was frightened! There was a shark in the water with them! How did he manage to stay so calm? Raven’s eyes followed the long slender lines of the shark tail, up to…

…to… 

Raven swallowed, uncertain if she was really seeing this. The long, swaying tail was firmly attached to Damian’s body. She stared for a long moment, and then rubbed at her eyes and stared again. 

He was a merman. 

An honest-to-goodness, real life merman.

Raven then did the most embarrassing thing that she could possibly do - she fainted. 

-

When Raven woke up again, it was night time and the full moon lit the pale, white sand around her. She found herself on the shore with a pounding headache, and a new, neatly displayed pile of shells next to her. She picked one up and looked at it, her stomach turning over, trying to rationalize what happened. It had to be sun sickness. Or maybe the fish she ate had turned bad. Or maybe… maybe she was finally losing her mind. She’d been on this island for nearly a month now, and without any other human contact, that could be a real possibility. After all, what she had seen couldn’t possibly be real. She was just going to have to prove it to herself.

Raven sat up and pitched forward, holding her still throbbing head in her hands as she tried to think of any kind of explanation to make her feel… less crazy. Maybe if she swam back out to the sandbar, she would find a clue as to what really happened, or what she had actually seen when she was out there this morning. Maybe it was a shark, and her own fears had tried to fill in parts of her memory that weren’t really there. 

She waded into the water again, making her way to the sandbar far off the shore.

There was a loud splash to her left, followed by a low rumble of sound. “Careful, my love.” 

She jerked and looked out into the water, seeing the outline of someone standing there. She screwed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves and try to pull herself together. Raven refused to faint again, like she was some kind of silly heroine in a bad romance novel. This was a dream, or a mirage, or something… something with a reasonable explanation. Carefully, she opened her eyes again, but saw him still standing there, watching her with a soft, amused expression, as if he was fascinated with her. 

Raven shifted in the water, her stomach twisting as something strange seemed to flood her whole body. Heat crawled up her neck, and she rubbed at her arms as she moved closer to him. The moon was bright and clear, casting silvery shadows around them, but Damian seemed to glow. The tattoos that meandered over his arms seemed to be on his sides as well, and on the tight V of his hips and… 

Raven lost control of her thoughts as her eyes traced every tattoo, examining the way they seemed to light up - as if they were bioluminescent, casting their own glow in the dark evening. 

Damian stepped even closer to her, and he watched her with a pleasant curiosity for a long moment. “You overexerted yourself today. You should not have made that swim out to the breaker. Not when you’re obviously still healing from the crash a month ago.” 

He moved closer to her, and Raven could see the tattoos on his body disappear into the water, lighting up two very human, almost normal looking legs. She must have had sun poisoning. There is no other possible reason she could have for making herself believe that this very real human in front of her had a tail.

“I’m alright.” Her voice felt swallowed by the silence around them as she tried to stumble over her own words. He stared down at her, still obviously curious. “Are you… human?”

His face fell, and he leveled a dark stare at her. “It is rude to ask someone’s species.” 

She stumbled backward and he caught her, his arm resting tight against her waist as he pulled her steady against him. Raven stood there and felt the whole length of his very naked body press tight against her through her now-wet shirt. Every twitch of his muscles, every deep breath… everything that clearly rested between his legs. There was no denying that he was very, very human.  

“I’m sorry. I…” She stumbled over her words, suddenly feeling foolish. How in the world could she have imagined him having a tail? “...it’s just that this afternoon I could have sworn you had a-” Raven cut herself off from saying anything more, or she was going to embarrass herself. She looked away, trying not to think about how the gentle lapping of the waves kept pushing her hips tight against his own. “Nevermind.”

“A… what?” He lifted an eyebrow. “A tail?”

Heat darkened her face. She was being ridiculous. “Sorry. It has to be sun sickness.”

“I do normally have a tail.” He said it so calmly, like everyone should have known that people in oceans had tails. Damian blinked and pointed at the moon behind him. “A full moon gives me the opportunity to come on land.” His lips pulled to the side, as if he was teasing her. “I usually do not have a reason to… but, you seem to be a curious exception to the rule.” 

He did have a tail. He had a tail and he was openly admitting it - to her face. Oh, god. Just what in the world had she gotten into? Raven fell backward into the water as she scrambled to get out of his arms, stumbling over herself and the waves. Damian crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her, both confused and amused at whatever her mind was going through. 

He cocked his head to the side. “My love, you seem… uncomfortable.”

“You’re naked.” She sputtered as her head broke the surface, pushing her hair out of her face. “You’re naked, and a merman or a shark or whatever, and I’m… I’m clearly losing my mind.” Raven stumbled to shallow water and sunk down, letting the soft waves lap against her shoulders. “That’s the only explanation - I’ve officially lost my mind. I’m stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere, with no one looking for me, and I’m clearly descending into madness. That’s the only reasonable explanation.”

“You… you think you have lost your mind?” There was a tinge of hurt that lined his voice. 

“Well… merpeople don’t exist, so…” She motioned to him, trying to ignore the fact that while he stood next to her, everything below the hips was perfectly-centered at eye-level, and… gods be damned. There was no possible way that could be real. She took a slow breath and looked away, staring out into the dark line of the horizon. “You’re obviously a mirage I created so I didn’t feel so lonely.”

“Mm.” 

Raven looked over at him, and was presented again with the unadulterated image of his nakedness. “Sit down. I don’t want to stare at your…”

Massive cock.

“...manhood.”  

He chuckled and settled into the water next to her, leaning back of his forearms as he stared up into the sky. Raven pulled her knees to her chest and stared out into the endless nothingness of the ocean, trying not to think how very far away she was from everyone and everything she knew. She felt… hopeless, and lonely, and she wasn’t sure if she would ever find her way home. There was a long silence that settled between them, until Damian finally broke it. 

“The ocean is seemingly endless.”

She looked over at him, watching the long, dark strands of his hair disappear into the water, and she found herself wanting to wrap it around her hand, just to see if he was as real as she wanted him to be. She shifted and looked back out at the sea. 

“Is it such a strange thing to believe that something you have never met, or seen, exists beyond your understanding, my love?” 

She glanced back at him. “And are you going to tell me unicorns exist too?”

“Oh no, they were wiped out centuries ago.” His teasing smile returned, and he picked up his head, turning to face her. “But, we have adapted a bit better.” He lifted a leg out of the water before letting it slip under the surface again. His eyes met her own and he leaned even closer to her, closing all possible routes of escape. “And you do not look like you believe you have succumbed to madness.”

“That’s the thing about going crazy, you don’t really notice it.” She huffed out an annoyed breath, but didn’t pull away. “And I don’t think a very attractive man with a monster of a cock who calls me my love, is just going to be hanging out anywhere outside of my dreams, so… so, that’s obviously the only explanation. I’ve lost my mind, you’re a figment of my imagination, and-”

Her words were cut painfully short as Damian pulled her tight against him, his lips pressing against hers in a somewhat unrefined, but still toe-curling kiss. Her eyes widened and she tried to think of any reason she shouldn’t kiss him, but nothing came to mind. Not when he was kissing her like she was his entire reason for living. Her hand tightened on his thigh, and she pushed up into his lips, letting go of a soft sigh. His hand wrapped around her hips and he pulled her tight against him, slipping a knee between her own legs. Raven leaned into him, her mouth chasing after his as he broke free from her. 

If this was madness, then she was happy to live here.

He smirked, and curled his fingers under her chin. “My love, I only have until the moon sets before I have to return to the ocean until the next full moon.” He pitched his voice to a low, rumbling noise that vibrated deep into Raven’s soul. “And while I am enjoying this thrilling conversation about whether or not I exist, I would very much prefer to use my time in a more… physical way.”

Oh, yes. This was obviously a dream. In what universe would she ever find herself presented with an opportunity like this? Raven level a flat stare at him. “And what makes you think I’m just going to let you… mate with me?”  

He blinked, confused by her question. He reached out and tangled his fingers in the strand of shells. “You have been wearing the shells I bring you.”

Raven looked down as he fingered the shells. “They’re pretty, and you left them for me.”

“By accepting my small tokens of admiration, you have accepted my proposal.” He dropped the shells back onto her chest, lifting his head to look into her eyes. “And by wearing them openly, you are admitting that you are claimed by me.”

Raven let his words settle over her with all the weight of the world. Proposal. Claimed. Her heart stopped in her chest, and she dug her hands into the sand underneath her. 

“Damian… am I your wife?”

He just smiled.   

[toorusquill]

hi lovely! i was wondering if i could get a matchup if you have time? i use she/her, bi, short black hair, lightish brown eyes, olive/tan skin, almost 5ft, curvier (esp on the bottom ajdks). i’m a mix of chaotic energy & mom friend, enthusiastic, honest, observant, supportive, passionate. infp-a, 8w7, virgo sun & moon, cap asc. i have a lot of strong feelings & reactions to things & really like to share them. (1/2)

i like people who are honest & true to themselves. i’d be into someone who i can have fun w but still rely on. i see the first years as baby, & don’t enjoy mean people. i like puzzles, long boarding, writing, reading, painting (badly), & thrift shopping & discovering new places. i love carnivals & festivals too! tysm for taking this time! ♡ i’m sorry excited to read more of your stuff!! your matchups are so good!! (2/2)

hello!! was super excited to get to your match-up. thank you so much for reaching out and for being the first one to welcome me here! and i’m shook that you find my match-ups good :( thank you again 💕 anyways,

 i match you up with bokuto koutarou!

-someone with chaotic energy usually matches well with bokuto (so they can keep up with his equally chaotic energy), but it’s a big help for him (& the team, thank god) that you’re caring and responsible enough to be the designated “mom friend” in your group! while both of you seem to have a lot of fun, you’re actually partly there to keep an eye on him and make sure he still gets out of whatever you’re doing alive lmao.

-he’s as supportive and enthusiastic about your passions & hobbies as you are with him playing volleyball! he will get you to come to all his games, and will probably convince you to wear his jersey. he doesn’t go into emo mode (as often) when he knows that you’re there! 100% does that thing where he raises his fist up for you in the crowd, and he always gives you a big smile when he does it.

-he’s already an open book, so you know he’s honest and stays true to who he really is. as much as you take care of him, he also looks out for you in his own way! he’s constantly bringing you food in case you haven’t eaten yet, texting you whenever he’s out of practice, and he brings his jacket everywhere just so he can give it to you if it’s cold or if it’s raining. ever since he first lent you his varsity jacket, he started doing that last thing. (akaashi is crossing his fingers that you forget your umbrella so that bokuto starts to bring his).

-with your “calmer” hobbies (i.e. painting, drawing, writing, and puzzles), he finds it a little hard to sit still when he watches you do them. he’s naturally very curious, so he asks you about them (“OH what are you gonna do with that color??” “is this pen for outlining?? what about this one??” “is the puzzle a HORSE or a GIRAFFE i can’t tell???”). just hand him a coloring book please, he’ll quiet down

-wants you to teach him how to longboard! he’s alright at it, he just finds it hard to balance at times. goes thrift shopping with you, but he doesn’t really get anything. and when you say you want to explore the city and find a new place to hang out? he’s literally so excited! you guys can spend hours just walking around and taking trains with no destination in mind.

-carnival dates are fun with bokuto. He’s an adrenaline junkie, and he’s really good at the little booth games. by the end of your dates, you can barely carry all the stuffed toys he won you.  insists that your favorite one should be the grey and white owl.

*GIF not mine

this got a little long. i just love bokuto a lot - he reminds me so much of my best friend 🥺. hope you liked this!

- vera 🌸.

[earthfluuke]

I love your writing so I felt like asking how you would describe how each month makes you feel by a few sentences. Weird question since it's more like a request Ig but I'm curious ♡

hello! so sorry for this late reply; i was out all day yesterday! this is a really interesting ask, and hopefully i can do it justice!!

january: new beginnings are blanketed in darkness. bitter cold refreshes with an icy chill. excitement comes and goes too quickly.

february: the cold has grown old, and we desire less chill and more warmth. pink and red hearts linger too long while flowers stand tall behind glass cases. it’s nearly sliding across pavement and crunching salt beneath your heel.

march: it has peaked, and the temperature begins to rise. it will dip again, to the bottom end of the thermometer, but in a blink, it goes back up. everything else is stagnant, the days lingering longer and longer with each breath.

april: the snow has melted, and thus, so has my heart. the greens get greener, the days get longer, the sun shines brighter. there is renewed hope and happiness.

may: a personal favorite. everything is light and pastel and so very soft. flowers are in full bloom, the wind is light enough to furl through windows and tickle your hair against your jaw. inspiration and imagination are at an all time high.

june: less work time, more play time. lunches out with friends turn to full day affairs. roller coasts and fried foods and endless conversations about absolutely nothing.

july: the sun hangs the highest, and free time is spent in the confines of air conditioning and ceiling fans. skin burns, even through the glass. venturing outside must be saved for when the sky tints pink and there is some semblance of a breeze.

august: desires for more autumn despite the remaining heat. florals and brights yearn to be replaced with darker, more muted tones, but it is not yet time. more new beginnings, in a much different way.

september: still yearning for autumn, still waiting for the heat to dissipate. and then, one day, the sun is gone, and you freeze the moment you step foot out your door.

october: earth tones of mustard, rust, burgundy, olive. thick sweaters, turtlenecks, wide-legged pants, boots in all heights. lips darken from coral to plum. there is a different warmth, not from the sun but from fulfilled wishes.

november: everything turns to brown. neutral colors overtake with flashes of others here and there. the holiday season begins with festive songs played too early and leftovers taking stock in the fridge.

december: the cold comes in full force, but there are still enough lights and cookies and carols to make up for it. warmth grows and grows and grows until your chest is alight, and though there is less daylight and it is harder to breathe through such heavy wind, there is still a fondness in the air.