#chaotic bonds/ic.

[souls-of-chaos]

@kurai-honoo wants a starter!!))

Astral floated around Heartland City. He had wandered too far from Yuma (this happens alot because Astral is curious) and got lost yet again.

"Where am I? And where is Yuma?" He asked to himself.

[souls-of-chaos]

"I am not afraid!"

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no96-blackmist​:

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“It’s not lipstick!”

“Whatever.”

“Maybe I should show you what I can do”, he said and stretched out tentacles.

“Don’t touch me!”

He laughed. “Yes, fear me!”

[gravesung-moving]

@crowshoots liked for an oc.

❝ WHY DON'T YOU shove it up your ass, fahey? ❞ he sneers, golden eyes narrowing to slits as he tilts his head up just enough to look her in the eye. being stuck on a boat together with a suicide mission on the horizon, the wraith injured, brekker on edge, and helvar and the black dog having to be kept apart so that they don't destroy the entire ship, no one is in the greatest mood at the moment. keon's on his third cigarette of the day, leaning on the railing with a sour look on his newly-tailored face. ❝ i am absolutely not giving you a cigarette. these are expensive — you wouldn't appreciate them. ❞

[burning-effigy]

i'm having too many *nice* vivid dreams and i'm not used to it. usually i only get nightmares. just woken up from a really sweet dream that made me cry.

[nosyrobin]

hey there! i LOVED your uncle reader with the batboys, it is amazing!!! Can you do a aunt reader too? love your work!

|| AUNT!READER, SISTER OF BRUCE WAYNE ||

Talia hates to see bataunt!reader coming. Literally, this sister of Bruce Wayne goes head to toe with Talia Al Ghul.

When you heard that Bruce basically got drugged by her, woah did Talia felt fear when suddenly the original batwoman full of protective anger comes in and almost breaks her arm and legs. But that’s for another story. *wink wink*

Now your three robins adore you! Well it took time with Damian before he called you “aunt” but it was progress.

Dick loves his aunt! These two always do mischievous stuff, you encourage him a lot about his interests and what he likes to do. He would always say “catch me!” When you walked in the door to see an airborne Grayson coming at you. You want him to teach you some acrobatic tricks? Or course he will auntie!

Jason, was a shy boy. He hated how he was shy as he would leave books he liked at your bedroom door because he wanted your opinion on the book he likes. He was secretly trying to create a bond between you and him. So imagine his face when you caught the small boy putting a book infront of your door. Boy booked it when you laughed, but it was okay when you started to put books you liked infront of his door. And the tradition continued when he came back after dying. The boy who is now a big man smiled seeing a book he use to give you when he was just a Robin.

Tim, when he was Robin. He knew who you were before you basically retired being batwoman. But when he got adopted into the batfamily, this boy was attached to you. Smiling at his new aunt when he comes home to show you his grades before he showed Bruce. You would spoil him with the newest games and affection. “You did do good Timmy! We can go get ice cream after you show Bruce.”

Damian, absolutely hated you! His mother told him a lot of things about you, bad things of course. People would’ve thought you would hate Damian because he is talia’s son. But really you didn’t care, a child is a child that needs family love. So it took time for him to cling to you. You were very encouraging to him about keeping animals he liked. Damian felt a good connection when he saw you sneak a baby pig into the house. You two take turns feeding the cute piglet.

Reader is definitely that rich aunt that’s always spoiling her nephews. That’s why the boys always ask them for advice about things they have problems with.

I feel like if you were to go on a date, imagine getting ready for the date only to see all the batboys at your door watching you closely and protectively. 😭 maybe even Bruce was like “I want you to make sure your aunt safely makes it to her date.” But what the boys heard and what he meant was “spy on her, and if the guy is a red flag. Take him out.”

CANT EVEN GET A SPA DAY WITHOUT ANY OF THESE BOYS CALLING YOU SAYING “Hey Auntie? When are you coming home?” The most calls you get are from dick and Jason. Tim is too “busy” but never busy for his aunt who always gets him. Damian, he’s too busy making sure your pig hasn’t died yet.

If you don’t live at the manor, the boys had made a schedule on days when they can just visit you no matter what.

But if you do live in the manor, you wish you didn’t as it’s so chaotic with the brothers acting like real siblings. Dick definitely has done that thing where he jumps on your bed and cuddles into you so Jason or the other boys can’t touch him since you are the “safe haven” 😭 (speaking as a younger sibling I had done this a lot.)

[souls-of-chaos]

"Vector broke my wing while I was flying. It really hurts..." Cassiopeia said sadly. "I'll try to heal it as well as I can." Hotaru replied, her hand glowing white.

(I lost the last thread so I'm making a new one,,,

Yandere Mizael and Nasch please)

Hotaru and Cassiopeia were talking amongst themselves about Cassiopeia's now broken wing.

Nasch and Mizael went to visit them. Mizael noticed Cassiopeia's wing.

"Cassiopeia, what happened?" said Mizael

[quixotical-lymbo]

Pairing: D-16/Megatron x gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: After witnessing your conjunx endura descend into madness, you're left alone with your thoughts as the city of Iacon slowly begins to rebuild anew. However, your lover visits you the night he was banished from the city.  Warnings/Tags: Bittersweet, slight angst, cybertronian reader, pre-established relationship, possible corruption, ambiguous ending, and spoilers for the Transformers One movie.  Word Count: 1200+ words 

Something was wrong. 

You knew something was wrong when you felt something burst within your spark chamber. Your digits brushed against the space where your T-cog would be and…

You winced as the pain shot through the bond again. You could describe it as the feeling of sharp pieces of Energon flowing through your circuits. Hot and angry, then as somber as ice. 

Working in the Energon mines meant that danger could be lurking around the corner at any given moment. 

You understood this fact well, especially when working in the same crew as your sparkmate and his best friend. 

The rambunctious duo always had something going wrong for them as the cycles passed. Sometimes you ended up with the short end of the stick when you joined in on the 'fun.' On the other, you were watching from the sidelines as the two would get punished for their (mostly Orion's) schemes. The emotions shared through the bond were as warm as joy, slight pinches coming from D's annoyance, and the gentle touch of the love you two shared discreetly. 

 

So, why were you only sensing pain? 

What was happening to your lover? Was he safe? Did someone hurt him? Where was Pax while your conjunx endura's chaotic turmoil nearly made your optics teary? 

Where was he? 

Where was D-16? 

 

—--

Orion was shorter….the last time you interacted with him. 

Now? He easily towered over the crowd like a sore digit. You were beside yourself as your strained audials to listen to his words. 

Betrayal, Sentinel, Change. 

They were empowering, not quite heavy but it certainly stirred hope among the miners as they cheered. 

But, what of D-16? 

For a moment, Orion's optics met yours and confirmed your fears.

Something had happened to D-16. 

Here in the open for all of the citizens of Iacon to see was the fall of Sentinel Prime. His end? An impostor sharing the face of your mate who claimed the title of 'Megatron.' 

Who was this stranger with the face of your lover and why couldn't you feel him through the bond anymore? 

You remembered trying to tug at the bond, pulling and twisting to get something to react in response to your desperation. Your optics never strayed from the figure who stood above all of you. 

Yet, nothing came. Wait…

You could have sworn you saw 'Megatron's' optics scanning the crowd before they found their way to yours. 

Time slowed for the first time and you tried to search for anything, something in that stranger's optic for any presence of D-16. 

For a moment, the fiery glow of those optics dimmed. 

Then….

He turned away and never looked back in the direction where you stood again. 

Not even after Orion Pax, now Optimus Prime, banished him from Iacon. 

Your spark broke that day. 

Darkness covered the desolate area where most miners spend their nights in recharge. You stood before your conjunx endura berth, digits caressing the chipped stickers he had collected over time of his idol. The lights shining from your optics misted and you leaned closer to rest your forehelm on the space that once belonged to D-16. 

"____." A voice spoke from behind you.

You spun around and threw a punch, but the massive servo enveloping your servo stunned you. 

"D…?" You murmured in disbelief. 

'D-16' narrowed his optics and didn't respond when you pulled your servo out of his. 

"It's...Megatron now." 

"Right, right, sorry…I'm a little late on the new…this," You threw your hand up to gesture to his shiny, new frame. 

'Megatron' didn't appear amused at your sass and even drew closer to you. His steps felt daunting with each step he took as if the ground of the miners quarters would buckle beneath his weight. 

Backing up against the berth put into perspective how smaller you were compared to the mech. Megatron stepped closer and closed the distance between the two of you. He raised a servo near your faceplate, a low growl left his intake as you turned defiantly. 

 

"Did you not see why I had to do this? Why I had to become-" 

"-Ha!" You snorted and snapped your helm to look at him. "You mean when I tried 'seeing' you earlier? I'm pretty sure I wasn't the one who cut off their sparkmate from the bond  for no reason." 

"And another thing." You pushed against the edges of the berth and stepped forward with your chassis bumping against his. The larger mech could easily shove you back, but retreated as you approached. The silver mech mesmerized by the way your optics flickered into a darker shade only to snap out of it when you questioned him with, "Why did you return to me? Why now? I was certain you'd abandon me-" 

"-do you think so lowly of me as well?!" Megatron pushed back. His servo stretched to catch you when you stumbled, but dropped it when you flinched from his approaching touch. 

His servo was clenched as he drew it back to his side. Digits rubbed together to replace the lack of heat that usually came from your frame held under his grasp.

With a tilt of your helm, you asked, "I don't know anymore…one moment I'm happy spending the rest of my days with my sparkmate, but he disappears, and then returns as a power-hungry tyrant…what else am I supposed to think of you, D…no…Megatron?" 

Megatron did not speak, not that he knew how to. 

Silence fell upon the lovers, neither willing to break the tension. Not until now. 

"I came here…to see you," D-16 yielded. His soft voice easing the suspicion gnawing at you ever since he arrived, finally your frame went lax as his face became familiar. This was your conjunx endura, the one you bonded with and not whoever was there previously. 

"To ask if you'll join me, my love." 

"What?" You hissed. 

"Come with me," Megatron urged. "I have risked everything coming back here for you and I will not ask again." 

You brought a servo to your helm and felt a pit grow in your tanks. 

"Join me because I promise you…" Megatron leaned down to hold your gaze, "...the next time we see each other will be the end of us." 

"I…" You glanced at his servo that reached for you, most likely for the last time. Your optical ridges furrowed and Megatron's optics shimmered with delight as your servo fell over his. The larger servo enveloped the smaller one and pressed the palm of your servo against his spark chamber. Right over the area where Sentinel's previous cog was ripped out of him. 

The memory struck a chord in you. Becoming the thing to make you sober from the high of what this relationship could have been. Should have been. 

It could still happen, only if you said yes…but what fate would fall on Iacon if you joined the one bot desiring the destruction of the new era? 

Megatron watched the conflict swimming on your face, his thumb caressing the back of your servo as the other came up to settle on your waist. 

 

After a while, you gave him your answer. 

😼 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. banner(s) by @kodaswrld !!

[onlyhereforthestories]

Who Knew Gingerbread House Could Cause So Much Chaos (Mapi León x Reader)

Day 2! This one was fun to write. I hope you all enjoy

Mapi had that familiar spark of mischief in her eyes as she set a stack of gingerbread house kits on the table, her grin practically daring you to take her on. It was her idea to make gingerbread houses this afternoon, insisting it would be a fun “holiday bonding activity,” but you knew her well enough to suspect that Mapi wouldn’t settle for just a casual activity, oh no it would be a full-on competition.

“Ready to lose?” she teased, nudging you as she set up a little gingerbread “station” for herself, complete with extra icing bags, sprinkles, and even a few tiny candies she must have picked up at the store on her way home.

“Oh, you’re going down, León,” you shot back, grabbing your own supplies and carefully inspecting each piece of gingerbread. You’d seen her competitive streak on the pitch, but today, you were more than ready to take her on in the world of holiday decorating.

As soon as you began, Mapi focused with serious intensity, sketching out a blueprint in her head as she mixed icing and sorted candies. Meanwhile, you started building the basic structure of your house, stealing glances at Mapi's setup just to see what you were up against. Her design was coming together quickly, walls neatly glued with icing and held together by a precise application of gumdrops and peppermints. She’d even added little frosting icicles dripping from the roof. You couldn’t help but think classic Mapi, already extra.

“Looking a bit shaky there, huh?” she smirked, pointing to your gingerbread walls that had started to lean ever-so-slightly, causing the small panic to rise up in you.

“They’re structurally sound!” you protested, quickly reaching for more icing to reinforce the walls. Mapi just laughed, tilting her head with that infuriatingly charming look of hers, clearly enjoying the slight edge she had.

When she finally glanced up at you with a wicked glint, you saw her reach for a small handful of sprinkles. Without warning, she threw them your way, and before you knew it, you were covered in a shower of tiny, rainbow-colored dots. The icing you had managed to cover your hands with becoming littered with the coloured sugar.

“Hey!” you laughed, trying to brush the sprinkles off as you scooped up a handful of gummy drops in retaliation. “Oh, it’s on now.”

What followed could hardly be called a “baking session” anymore. It was an all-out war of sprinkles, icing, and laughter. Mapi’s competitive side gave way to sheer, unbridled holiday mischief as the two of you volleyed decorations back and forth. She darted around the table, cackling as she reached for more supplies, and you finally managed to sneak up behind her with an icing bag, adding a festive dab to the tip of her nose.

“Alright, alright, truce!” she finally declared, laughing as she wiped icing off her nose. Both of you were covered in powdered sugar, sticky icing smudges, little bits of candy, and the table was a complete disaster. But she pulled you in for a quick hug anyway, not caring at all about the mess.

Taking a step back to admire your gingerbread creations, you couldn’t help but laugh. Mapi’s house had a chaotic charm to it, much like the woman herself you were quick to think. Her house consisted of a mishmash of frosting icicles, carefully placed candy, and, surprisingly, a little sign she’d made that read “Mapi’s masterpiece.” Your house was a little lopsided but colourful, with an explosion of candy decorations that you had literally thrown at the strategically placed icing you used as glue and a crooked little chimney that you thought gave it character.

“You know what,” Mapi said, looping an arm around you from behind, “they’re both disasters…but festive disasters.” She reached down to grab her phone, snapping a selfie of the two of you, dusted in white from the powdered sugar, sticky with the remnants of icing, and grinning like kids on Christmas morning.

Once the mess was cleared up, you both decided that your creations deserved a place of honour, so Mapi led the way to the living room, where the rest of the Christmas decorations had been put up. She placed her gingerbread house on the living room table and gestured you to do the same. Once they were both down next to each other Mapi reached for your hand and pulled you onto the sofa before she pulled out her phone.

“How about we see which one the fans thinks is better?” you could see her competitive nature flash in her eyes once again.

“Okay but you can’t name who is who just do a poll with which is better 1 or 2.” You saw the roll of Mapis eyes as she snapped the photo of your designs side by side.

“You are only saying that because you know they would choose mine if they knew it was mine because they love me more than you.” She stuck out her tongue at you to add to her teasing which had you rolling your eyes this time, you literally married a child.

Mapi posted the story then headed into the kitchen to grab a couple glasses of wine for the two of you, while she did that you pulled up one of your favourite Christmas films. You got handed your glass of wine by the blonde as she sat between you and the arm of the sofa. You leaned against her, feeling perfectly at home.

You grabbed your phone and pulled up her story, pressing a vote for your gingerbread house you frowned at the results so far. Mapi ever engrossed in you and all you do was looking over your shoulder as you did this, and you knew she had seen when you could feel the slight shaking of her snickering behind you.

She wrapped her arms around you and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “I think we should make this a tradition,” she murmured. “You and me, every Christmas, getting absolutely covered in powdered sugar and sprinkles.”

You smiled, nodding. “Deal. But next year, I’m definitely winning.”

Mapi just laughed, pulling you closer, and as the night settled in around you, you couldn’t help but think that this was exactly what you’d hoped the holidays with her would feel like. A time filled with laughter, warmth, and a little bit of competitive chaos.

[tinyhrry]

F1 Fic Recs

CL

All for nothing @loonylupinblack3

bf tingz @csainzoperator

chaotic texts @norris55s

tsitp

chocolate @verstappen-cult

how u get the girl

wave of u

pranked @prettymonegasque

sweet nothing @natwritesf1

smau @isimpoveryou

da track life @sincerlyleclerc

make a wish @mclqren

starting new

soft bath tub @lecler-hs

99 problems @uglyducklingofthe2000s

i ruin everything

to lose one is to lose both

meeting hazel @sunny44

party in the USA @ryeriy

to forget u @disneyprincemuke

summer baby @ithinkimokeei

sound of the rain @tommysdarlings

ur heartbeat, my lullaby @curiousthyme

loudest in the paddock @arieslost

ice ice baby @lqver

about you @strawberrysainz

chicken shop date @rosyblooom

boop @pucksandpower

lover

i know places @pierregazly

but mama i love him

the high i cant give up @landonfour

me n my dumbasses @lewisvinga

dad duties @mariclerc

jackie n wilson @sunrizef1

love letters @lightsoutletsgo

his heart lies with the other girl @amaranthineghost

say don't go @dannyriccsupremacy

miss Louisiana @rene-spade

OP

cleansing ritual @lovings4turn

best friend's brother @arieslost

talk

it must be a sign @astonmartinii

lost n found @charlessainzz

7 years my sweetheart @old-lorarri

gave me what i needed

mark the manager

when in rome @nxrrislando

random texts @lunavrse

bday boy @theemporium

meddle about @verstarppen

oscah @vivwritesfics

lost cause @lxclerc

high definition @keerysfreckles

angel eyes

bday morning @qatarsprint2023

losing ur interest @rosyblooom

LN

bracelet @vivwritesfics

situationship

walk him like a dog @sharlsworld

meet dino @rambunctious4rempe

little spoon @arieslost

sleep darling @wintfleur

are u jealous @uglyducklingofthe2000s

pamper urself

hollow heart

cutie patootie

so daddy

easy to be the fav

a mini version

little spoon @mirohlayo

still me here @captainreecejames

big spoon @chrisevansonly

crash landing @povlnfour

hands to urself @uluvjay

ex girlfriend @formula1simp

my girl @anangelwhodidntfall

sparked secrecy @ethrlst

but i love u so @amaranthineghost

what u heard @lunavrse

sleep talk @lovings4turn

labyrinth @lnfours

silly goofy gamer @f1dev1l

chaotic @norris55s

reporter @aparttimewriter

fell for u @ham1lton

is it over @piastree

CS

great bonding experience @lewisvinga

bisous @poetsblvd

F1 Grid

drunk texts @csainzoperator

i miss u

long night @uglyducklingofthe2000s

serving size

brightness in the dark

shouldnt end like that

fascinated (leclerc!reader) @lightblue07

vettel reinarnate @disneyprincemuke

birthday wishes @mclqren

the grid's delight @sebscore

cheating @maxtermind

[souls-of-chaos]

"Another you? That sounds....familiar." Phantom Moon sighed.

The little girl Rio was standing in a park, worriedly looking around. She just appeared here, and she didn't really know what to do. "Where are others?" she wondered.

@souls-of-chaos

[wheatbreadfuckyeah]

Flirting with death [Viktor x Reader]

Summary: In a chaotic lab, Viktor’s sharp words and irritation mask a reluctant respect for your brilliance. Amid playful tension and unspoken bonds, Viktor values your presence even when you had just point a loaded gun to his face.

Sigh sighh sighhhhh— hope u like it!

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The lab was dimly lit, its usual atmosphere of sterile precision clouded by a curling haze of smoke that seemed to blur the lines between order and chaos. The rhythmic hum of machines filled the air, punctuated by the crackle of open flames and the volatile hiss of chemicals bubbling in makeshift glass contraptions. Tonight wasn’t about calculated progress or meticulous breakthroughs. It was one of those nights where discipline surrendered to the thrill of reckless, unbridled creation.

You slouched in your chair, exuding an air of devil-may-care rebellion, the faint glow of your cigarette casting flickering shadows across your face. Smoke curled from your lips like ghostly ribbons, dissipating into the stale air. Scattered before you lay your tools of choice: experimental compounds, volatile tinctures, and haphazard notes scrawled in a frenzy. “For society,” you murmured between puffs, your voice dripping with mockery, barely concealing the grin tugging at your lips. A wheezy laugh escaped you, your shoulders shaking as you revel in the memory of your latest antic.

“And then... oh, you should’ve seen her face!” You doubled over, the chair creaking beneath you as your laughter echoed off the metallic walls.

Across the room, Viktor’s golden gaze flicked toward you, his work momentarily forgotten. He sat stiffly at his workstation, tools in hand, precision etched into every line of his posture. But your laughter, grating, relentless, and manic, broke through his focus like a hammer shattering glass. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he seemed to weigh the merits of ignoring you versus addressing you. With a heavy sigh, he set down his tools with almost exaggerated care, the quiet clink of metal punctuating the tension. He straightened slowly, leaning heavily on his cane as he turned to face you, his expression carved from stone.

“Do you find something amusing,” he began, his voice low and measured, though his words carried a serrated edge, “or have you simply decided to abandon what’s left of your sanity?”

“Oh, Viktor,” you wheezed, wiping a tear from your eye, “if you’d been there, you’d have died! I said—”

“I think,” he interrupted, his tone cutting through your words like a scalpel, “you’re doing enough of that on your own.” His cane tapped softly against the floor as he stepped toward you, each movement deliberate, his irritation barely contained. “Whatever concoction you’ve ingested this time is clearly interfering with—”

Without warning, you spun your chair around, the wheels screeching against the floor. The motion was theatrical, almost comical in its abruptness. Then, with a flourish, you produced a pistol, the barrel levelling at Viktor’s face in one smooth motion. The laughter died instantly, the air between you crackling with tension. Viktor stopped mid-stride, his eyes narrowing as his gaze locked on the weapon. There was no fear, no hesitation. Only a sharp, unyielding intensity that could have sliced through steel.

“You’re testing my patience,” he said quietly, his voice as cold and steady as ice. His eyes flicked to the gun, then back to you.

"You won’t shoot."

“Oh, am I?” you teased, your grin widening into something equal parts dangerous and playful. “Come closer and find out, sweetheart.”

Viktor’s expression didn’t waver. He took another step forward, unflinching as the muzzle pressed lightly against his forehead. The room seemed to hold its breath. Then, with an infuriating calm, Viktor raised a hand and pushed the barrel aside, the cold scrape of metal against his temple doing little to faze him.

“Are you quite finished?” His tone was flat, his exasperation simmering just beneath the surface.

You exhaled, the gun lowering as a smirk curled across your lips. Leaning back lazily in your chair, you took another drag of your cigarette, blowing the smoke directly into his face. Viktor’s nostrils flared, and for a brief moment, his eyes closed, as if summoning every ounce of restraint to keep himself from throttling you.

“Relax,” you purred, rising unsteadily to your feet. You swayed slightly, but the swagger in your step was undeniable as you sauntered closer to him. “You should try living a little, Viktor. Who knows? You might even enjoy it.”

“I live just fine,” he shot back, his voice cool and clipped, “which is precisely why I’d prefer you didn’t endanger mine every other day.”

You laughed, ignoring his protest as you reached out, your fingers curling beneath his chin. Tilting his face toward yours, you studied him, your gaze sharp and deliberate. “You know,” you murmured, voice low and teasing, “you’re even prettier when you’re annoyed.”

A flicker of something passed through his eyes; exasperation, perhaps, or the faintest trace of reluctant amusement. But then, with a sharp motion, he brushed your hand away, his expression caught between irritation and resignation. “And I,” he replied dryly, “apparently enjoy flirting with death to tolerate you.”

Your grin widened as you leaned closer, your breath warm against his cheek. “Truth be told,” you whispered, the words a velvet challenge. “You’d miss me if I wasn’t here.”

He scoffed, turning away from you. “Miss the noise? The smoke? The endless catastrophes?” His sarcasm was as sharp as ever. “Yes. Terribly.”

Your laughter erupted again, full-bodied and rich as Viktor returned to his workbench, muttering under his breath. “It’s a miracle,” he said to no one in particular, “that I’ve survived working with you this long.”

“Oh, come on,” you teased, stumbling forward to lean against the edge of his desk. “You love this. You love me. Admit it.”

Viktor didn’t look up, his hands deftly manoeuvring the delicate tools before him. “If you’re done waving guns around and inhaling poison,” he said evenly, “sit down. Or better yet, go to bed. I’ll clean up your mess—”

Before he could finish, you shifted, accidentally knocking a delicate glass tube off the desk. It shattered on the floor, the sound slicing through the air. Viktor froze, his head turning slowly to fix you with a withering glare.

You shrugged with a sheepish grin. “Oops.”

“Again,” he finished bitterly, the word dripping with resigned disdain.

As you backed away, triumphant, you caught the faintest flicker of a smile tugging at the corners of Viktor’s mouth, a fleeting, almost imperceptible sign of something softer beneath his usual layers of irritation and sharp retorts. It wasn’t care, not in the traditional sense, but respect. A grudging acknowledgement of your brilliance and a grudging tolerance that spoke volumes. Viktor would never admit it, but he respected you. And maybe, just maybe, he cared enough not to let you go.

[souls-of-chaos]

@bariankura wants a starter!))

Merag sat on her throne, looking at her number. She sighed disappointedly. She seemed very bored and wanted something to happen. Anything.

She suddenly heard a noise.

"Who's there?" She called.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Could you do a sweet fluff for Cassian x Fem reader where it's starfall and they have been in an established relationship and then the mate bond snaps into place and maybe stars just keep landing on them ? Maybe reader is an arecheron sister or rhysand's little sister

Mates

You never believed in love. The world seemed too cruel. Too full of hatred to be able to carry even an ounce of love in it. But what you didn’t expect was to meet an overly cocky general who had you laughing the whole night. Pulling you to the dance floor at Rita’s. Screaming the wrong words to the songs that were playing. And then ending the night with the biggest scoops of ice cream known to man’s kind. Cassian had that energy about him. And while his chaotic character brought you comfort, lightening the bleak reality. It was the way he loved and cared that stole your heart for keeps.

“I think I lost you there for a moment”,’ his fingers carefully brushed over your cheek, bringing you back to the balcony you two were standing at. “Huh…”, you blinked looking up at him. Meeting that same grin that had smithed you for months, “What’s going through that head of yours, sweet? “, Cassian mussed, leaning in to brush his nose with yours. And it almost felt unreal. A trick of your mind. Because the amount of love flowing through you was close to astronomical.

“Honestly?”, you muttered, fingers moving up to smooth the black shirt he was wearing. “Always”, Cassian stated firmly. That had been one of his rules - to always speak what was on your mind. He wanted it all. The silly random thing. The deep pained parts. All he wanted was full clarity between you both. “You”, you muttered, eyes darting up to meet his. The smirk only deepened on Cassian’s lips, “Me?”. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “I can feel your ego growing we all will suffocate soon”, you said in a dramatic voice only to be met with his fingers jabbing into your side playfully, making you shriek with a giggle.

“Smartypants”, he mussed before leaning in to brush his lips over yours, “What are you thinking about me?”, he quickly questioned a much more serious expression on his face now. You raised an eyebrow, “Oh you want me to feed your ego even more?” Cassian snorted, “Az bruised it this morning when he won five times while we were training”, grumbling. You cooed at him, “You poor baby…”, yet the playful smiles didn’t stick for tonight because something just felt different.

“I thought about us. This. You. How you flipped my world upside down”, you muttered after a moment of silence. “Good way?”, Cassian asked and it almost broke your heart because this man has been so love-starved that it took him months to not second guess if he could hug you whenever he wanted. “The best way”, you reassured him with a smile, “I feel like I was simply existing till I met you and now I am alive”. His eyes softened at your words, “Sweetie…”, he muttered under his breath but your eyes were already filling up with tears, “It’s true but I am also scared that you will meet your mate, and then… I would be…”

Cassian instantly shook his head, “No don’t even entertain that thought”. And it had been a fear of yours. fear that had led to a couple of arguments because you just couldn’t understand why that didn’t frighten him. “But it can happen it’s a possibility”, you said firmly. “Not for me”, Cassian shrugged but his voice didn’t waver. “You don’t know that”, you hissed in frustration. Not directed at him. But at the cruel reality that could catch up to you both at any given moment. “Don’t argue with me about this”, Cassian grunted, running a hand through his hair. “Why?”, you mussed, knowing his side of thoughts because he had tried to make them make sense to you too.

His warm hand gripped the back of your neck as he pulled you in, “Because even if this world was ending and the only way for me to save it was to give you up. I would happily fucking let it all crumble if I got to hold you through it all”. And it’s as if he spoke to the depths of your soul. To parts of you that you couldn’t reach yourself. Your heartbeat picked up. All you could see, all you could sense was him. Your Cassian. That’s when one of the shooting stars hit Cassian’s arm, splattering you both in stardust. You both stood there for a moment and then the most genuine laughter slipped past both of your lips.

Something deep within you snapped and it’s as if the world had finally shown itself in true colors. It already felt overwhelming but now… “No…”, you muttered, coming up to cover your mouth. “No?”, Cassian’s eyebrows shot up. “No, i mean no”, you stuttered as the overwhelming urge to melt into him filled your senses. “Don’t tell me no now women”, Cassian grunted stepping closer, hands reaching out to bring you as close as physically possible.

“You’re my…”, you whispered, voice dying down the moment your eyes met his. “Mate”, you muttered together. A shit-eating grin spread out on Cassian’s lips, “I fucking knew it”, he fist-punched the air like a kid who got given way more candy than expected. “I knew that you were it. My missing piece”, he pointed right at you before smashing his lips to yours. The need the desire poured out of him in waves. “I love you”, you muttered breathlessly. “I love you more”, he cupped your face, “and now he said in between kisses please get all the imaginary females in your head to disappear because there are no other girls just you.”

[princesscait26]

An Unlikely Friendship

Summary: Who knew marriage came with a side of rivalry?

Alastor x Reader, Vox x No named wife, Reader x Vox’s wife platonic!

Part 2

In the confines of Alastor's radio tower, Y/n, his wife, lounges on the plush couch, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation as Alastor engages in his usual broadcasted, banter with the TV demon. With each witty comeback from Alastor, she rolls her eyes, familiar with the routine of their sparring.

As Alastor concludes his broadcast with his trademark sign-off, Y/n rises from the couch, her steps deliberate as she approaches him. With a hint of irritation, she exhales audibly before speaking, her voice tinged with sarcasm, "When are you two going to cease this endless bickering? It's like dealing with children."

Alastor, ever the charmer, feigns offense, his laughter echoing in the room. "My dear, you wound me with your accusations. I assure you, I am the epitome of civility. Once Vox comes to realize the error of his ways, our little disagreements will be a thing of the past," he responds with a disarming smile, his innocence clearly feigned.

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In the heart of the city, within the confines of Vox's office, his wife occupies the chair beside him, her demeanor a mixture of frustration and resignation as Vox's irritation mounts in tandem with each of Alastor's lightning-fast comebacks. With a weary sigh, she rests her head in her hand, her exasperation palpable as the verbal sparring between Vox and Alastor continues.

As the television screen abruptly flickers, losing signal, Vox releases a defeated sigh, the weight of yet another round lost evident in his slumped posture. Sensing his defeat, his wife rises from her seat, moving to console him. She envelops him in a comforting embrace, her arms encircling his neck from behind as she leans in, her voice laced with both affection and frustration, "When will you two finally put an end to this childish fighting?"

Vox swivels in his chair, his movements sharp and agitated, causing his wife to step back crossing her arms. His gaze darkens with annoyance as he retorts, his tone laced with venom, "This isn't merely bickering, my dear. We are rivals. I despise him, and he will soon realize that I am the epitome of power. That radio of his will be nothing more than a relic once I'm through." With a disappointed shake of her head, Vox's wife exits his office, leaving him to stew in his frustration and determination to best his rival, Alastor.

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Seated in the cozy ambiance of a charming café, Vox's wife's laughter rings out melodiously, punctuating the air as she cradles an iced coffee in her hand. Opposite her, Alastor's wife, Y/n, joins in the laughter, her own amusement evident as she delicately sips on a cup of tea.

"I can't believe this feud is still going after all this time," Vox's wife exclaims between giggles, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Y/n nods in agreement, her laughter bubbling forth, "Tell me about it. Sometimes I feel like I signed up for a lifetime of babysitting rather than marriage." She punctuates her remark with an exaggerated eye roll, a smile playing on her lips.

Bonded by the shared antics and bickering of their spouses', Y/n and Vox's wife have forged a strong friendship. The two women share a knowing glance, as they exchange amused looks. It's an understanding between them, the necessity of meeting in secret. If Vox and Alastor were to discover the depth of their friendship, the consequences could be unpredictable, even chaotic.

Their laughter echoes in the cozy café, mingling with the soft clinking of cups and saucers. Y/n and Vox's wife revel in the absurdity of their situation, finding humor in the thought of their husbands' potential reactions to their clandestine meetings. Their bond forged in the secrecy of their friendship and the shared understanding of their husbands' unpredictable antics.

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Short story: (Should I make a part 2?) I was at war writing this as a double y/n story so you could choose who to be married to but I feared it would become too confusing.🫤

[desi2go]

Chaotic duo

pairing: Seungmin x reader

warning: best friends to lovers trope! fluff

Author's note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEUNGMIN <3

Seungmin and you had been best friends for as long as anyone could remember. From the moment you met in kindergarten, your bond had been instant—an unbreakable alliance fueled by a shared love of adventure, mischief, and an inability to sit still. Where one went, the other followed, and together, you became legends in your small town.

The first time you met was in the sandbox. Seungmin, with wild curls and a mischievous glint in his eyes, was building an elaborate castle. You, fiery and bold, with a pixie cut you insisted on because "long hair gets in the way of running," stomped right through it. Seungmin’s jaw dropped, and you had smiled, wide and unapologetic.

“You’re supposed to guard your castle, dummy,” you said with a big smirk.

Seungmin burst out laughing. “Wanna help me build a new one?”

From that moment, you two were inseparable—and utterly impossible to control.

As kids, you were the kind who put frogs in the teacher’s desk or replaced your school principal’s office chair with a whoopee cushion. Your greatest feat was sneaking into the local grocery store and rearranging all the items on the shelves so cereal was in the freezer and ice cream in the dry goods aisle. The townspeople shook their heads, half exasperated, half entertained, because no one couldn hate Seungmin and you. Together, you were the heart and soul of the town’s chaotic charm.

You weren’t malicious, just... menaces. You lit up every room you entered, your laughter infectious, and even when you were grounded for weeks, you still found ways to send secret notes to each other, plotting your next adventure.

Years passed, and the pranks only grew bolder. In middle school, you stole the mascot costume and replaced the halftime cheer with a ridiculous dance routine you made up on the spot. In high school, you snuck into prom, even though neither of you was on the planning committee, and switched the formal playlist with a collection of ridiculous 90s pop songs. The seniors were mortified.

Yet, even as you two caused chaos together, there was something else between you. Something neither of you wanted to admit.

Your friendship was so natural, so easy, that the idea of anything more felt terrifying. You were always the one who would punch Seungmin’s arm when he teased you, and Seungmin was the one who’d toss an arm around your shoulders whenever you were feeling down, pulling you into his side like you belonged there. You were perfect as you were—or at least that’s what you kept telling yourselfs.

But over time, things changed.

By the time you hit your early twenties, the teasing started to take on a different tone. Seungmin would get quiet, almost protective, whenever you went on dates with guys, though he’d never admit it. And you would grow jealous, prickly, every time Seungmin talked about a girl who caught his eye. You told yourselves it was nothing—just the awkwardness of growing up.

It started small.

You spent more time just talking. Late nights on your’s porch, staring at the stars, laughing about old memories, and dreaming about what came next. Seungmin would catch himself staring at you, wondering when your eyes had started to light up his world in a way no prank ever could. You found yourself lingering a little longer when he hugged you, the warmth of him becoming more than just comfort—it was something you craved.

Then came The Party.

The whole town had been buzzing for weeks about it—a summer bash at the lake, a chance for everyone to relax, drink, and dance. Seungmin and you, naturally, had come up with a scheme to make it memorable. You had spent the better part of a week planning how to replace the DJ’s playlist with an embarrassing collection of cheesy love songs and make all the floats in the lake mysteriously disappear.

But this time, something felt different. As you stood together by the bonfire, you leaning against his shoulder, your laughter bright against the crackling firelight, Seungmin felt the weight of all those unspoken words pressing against his chest.

Your’s hair were a mess, your cheeks flushed from the thrill of the night, and he thought you had never looked more beautiful.

Without thinking, he said, “You know, we’re gonna have to top that next year.”

You looked over at him, your grin wide. “Oh, I’ve already got ideas.”

But your voice was softer than usual. The banter didn’t have its usual bite. You turned to him fully, your eyes searching his.

You swallowed hard. The air between you was charged, full of unspoken feelings. You felt like you were standing on the edge of something enormous, terrifying, and exhilarating all at once. “Seungmin... I think—”

“I love you.”

The words came out before he could stop them. Seungmin's eyes widened as he realized what he’d just said. You froze, your breath catching.

“I... I mean, I—” He stammered nervously, trying to take it back, but it was too late. The truth was out there, hanging between you like a storm cloud ready to burst.

You blinked, then did what you always did when faced with something huge: you laughed. But it wasn’t your usual laugh. It was softer, more vulnerable. “Took you long enough.”

Seungmin’s heart stopped beating all at once. “What?”

You grinned, reaching out to poke his arm like you always did. “I’ve loved you since the day I stomped on your sandcastle, idiot.”

He blinked, then broke into a wide, disbelieving smile. “Well, this changes things.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, no kidding.”

Then, before either of you could second-guess it, Seungmin leaned in and kissed you. It wasn’t perfect. It was messy and a little too eager, but it was you.

Full of energy, passion, and chaos. The kind of kiss that said, this is what we’ve been waiting for all along.

From that day forward, you were still the same old Seungmin and you. Still a menace to the town, still plotting your next big prank. But now, you did it all with an extra spark between you—the kind of spark that turned chaos into love.

[kezdispenser]

Breaking Character pt 1/?

Summary: You are the new cast member of 'The Boys' and you play Butcher's cousin and Soldier Boy's new love interest 'Solene'. You're introduced to the cast by the director at a dinner and you're seated next to Karl and Jensen to "bond".

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: FLUFF, Language, Maybe Smut

The restaurant buzzed with low chatter, the kind that felt both exclusive and casual, as though everyone had agreed to speak just loud enough for the people at their tables but not a decibel more. You smoothed down the hem of your black dress for the hundredth time, trying to will away the jitters. Your hair was cherry cola since you had naturally raven hair ever since you were a kid, you made the decision a few days before meeting the cast and you had to agree that you looked fucking beautiful. It wasn't everyday that you joined a cast as star-studded as 'The Boys', and definitely not as a character with ties to two of its biggest personalities. You HAD to look good. "Solene" you muttered, the name falling off your lips so perfectly, like it was personally carved out for you. It was your now. Your managers words echo in your head like a gunshot in the dead silence. "You're going to do great". Easy for him to say he was not about to sit between Karl Urban and Jensen Ackles while Eric Kripke made a big show of introducing the 'new kid'. The moment came faster than you expected, the doors to the private dining area swung open and you walked in with Eric, he clapped his hands for attention and all eyes were on the two of you, mostly you. Your blue eyes scanned the room as well, taking in all the beauty of your now fellow cast mates. "Alright, everyone, Listen up! We've got ourselves a new addition to the chaos," he said grinning. "This is Solene, Butcher's firecracker of a cousin. And, well... Soldier Boy's not gonna know what hit him." He looked at Jensen and winked as the room erupted into applause, both warm and welcoming but still somehow nerve-wracking. You smiled, trying to look more confident than you felt. "And this," Kripe added, steering you to the table, is the perfect spot for you y/n. Jensen, Karl --- look after her, will ya?"

Great. No pressure.

Karl was the first to stand, his charismatic grin making you feel slightly less like a deer in headlights. "Welcome to the madness," he said shaking your hand firmly. "Thanks" was all you managed to get out but it was still wobbly.

Jensen Ackles, already seated, tilted his chair back and raised his glass in a lazy salute. “Hope you’re ready to throw down with the best of us,” he said, his Southern drawl both teasing and inviting. You sank into the chair between them, your heart racing. This was supposed to be the "bonding" part, but all you could think about was not saying something stupid.

“So,” Karl began, leaning back with an easy confidence. “What’s it like knowing you’ve got to outshine all these other clowns on set?”

Jensen chuckled, nudging your elbow. “Careful now, you’re sitting next to the biggest clown of all.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the ice breaking just a little. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

Over the next hour, you found yourself swept up in the easy banter of the group. Karl regaled you with tales of the cast’s most chaotic moments on set, from spilled fake blood mishaps to Hughie’s endless parade of awkward stunts.

“And then there’s Jensen,” Karl said, gesturing toward him with a smirk. “He’s the real diva. Wait till you see him in the makeup chair. Absolute tyrant.”

“Yeah?” you asked, arching a brow at Jensen.

He shook his head, laughing. “Don’t listen to this one. He’s jealous because I get all the real fight scenes.”

“Oh, please,” Karl shot back. “You just stand there flexing. That’s not fighting.”

You snorted into your drink, the sound earning a satisfied grin from Karl and a faux-offended gasp from Jensen.

“Alright, I see how it’s going to be,” Jensen said, turning to you with mock seriousness. “Guess I’ll just have to recruit you to my team, Solene. I need backup against this guy.”

“Backup?” Karl interjected, his grin widening. “I think she’s got more sense than to team up with you, mate.”

“Actually,” you said, playing along, “I might just be waiting to see who bribes me first.”

The table erupted into laughter, and for the first time that evening, you felt the weight of nerves finally start to lift.

Jensen leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “You’re dangerous. I like it.”

You glanced at him, caught off guard by the warmth in his gaze, and tried to ignore the flutter in your chest. Maybe this was going to be a lot more interesting than you’d expected.

A/N: hey yall, this is the first part or the only part to this story, depending on how much you guys like it. let me know and i'll continue it asap.