#dw I had my coat out of frame

[airysunfairy]

went to comicon like this in March btw 🥶

[folklorefairyy]

* my all time faves!

celebration post !

this list could be so much longer and there are some amazing moots i have that i havent included or haven’t had the chance to read for (namely bucky since that list is so big dhdhd) and so check out the moots tagged on my celebration post and go check out all their works because they are genuinely amazing)

i might do another of these one day so that i can get more fics on but just know if you’re a moot and i havent included a fic of yours i love your work and i love you and i just think ur amazing

➱ Bucky Barnes

wakanda by @buckybarnesdiaries *

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

froot loops by @burninmatches // more than just destruction *

bucky helps you during a tough time and maybe your relationship is not just mentor and student.

drunk in love by @burninmatches

you got infected by the love serum and now you’ve fallen in love with one of your closests friends, peter parker. what happens to your boyfriend, bucky barnes?

as long as i’m here, no one can hurt you by @blackberrybucky *

bucky holds you through the sadness

i’d never hurt you by @cap-n-stuff *

bucky x short!civilian!fem!reader who meet in Bucharest with reader as a tourist and as Bucky’s getting his plums reader trips and catches her - a relationship ensues yet the fairytale comes crashing down when Bucky is framed for the UN bombing and Steve and Sam come to get him

innocence by @extremelyblackandwhite

bucky barnes, recently retired avenger, is hired as a bodyguard for an innocent upcoming actress.

warm by @revengingbarnes *

“The fire alarm in our building went off and you rushed out without a coat. Wanna share my blanket?”

period. by @greyslytherin

Bucky Barnes taking care of the reader while she’s on her period

bucky having a nightmare by @cap-n-stuff

imagine bucky having a nightmare and walking into the readers room with a blanket and waking her up asking to be the small spoon

➱ Peter Maximoff

the coolest twinkie by @amourtentiaa *

where the reader discovers they have a mutation and is lowkey panicking and Peter is just there like “BUT THIS IS AWESOME!” and just generally full of encouragement while trying to calm you tf down

adventures in parenting 101: nightmares by @milkytheholy

peter maximoff x reader being new parents and raising a kid in the mansion

ivy by @sunflowergirl522 *

Your mutation is controlling and growing plants. Peter spots you one day while he’s running and makes it his mission to get close to you. You then use flowers to tell him what you think of him without actually saying it.

(just check out zoe’s full peter maximoff masterlist because she’s bloody incredible at writing peter and i need to read more of them!!)

bad behaviour by @free-pool-trash *

Peter x Reader where they’re in the sitcom reality and Billy and/or Tommy get in trouble in school so they ask them to pretend to be their parents so Wanda and Vision don’t find out

convenience store by @quicksilverownsmysoul

you work at the local convenience store, everyday the same, that is until someone speeds by. Someone brings a little more excitement to your life than you bargained for

➱ Pietro Maximoff

the other half by @burninmatches

You and Pietro have been walking through the fine line past friends and before… something else. Perhaps a handful of moments, though the domestic bliss of sharing food to the boiling feelings under your skin, would change everything. 

double sided recipe card by @vanillann *

where the reader tries to cook sokovian food for him because he’s homesick

kiss of life by @dem-obscure-imagines

You are an Avenger with the power to heal. However, you didn’t expect to catch feelings for the man you brought back from the dead.

➱ Peter Parker

sweater weather by @beskar-tano *

You spend a cozy evening by the bonfire with the Avengers and your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

the ship by @itsapeterthing *

you and your best friend and teammate, peter parker, go to a costume party only to discover that everyone believes that you and peter’s alternate super-hero identities are dating.

stuck in my brain by @felicityparkers

whatever music that is stuck in your head is stuck in your soulmate’s head too.

i have them too by @tom-holland-is-spiderman

A headcanon of Peter Parker comforting the reader with stretch marks and they get ashamed of them so they hide their body from Peter making him feel sad.

by the elevator by @peterbenjiparker * (there are two parts to this and the second is linked on the op)

You break your hand after punching the elevator door. But luckily the cute boy is there to help out. You thought you would never see him again but you both keep running into each other by the same elevator.

➱ Thor Odinson

totally not a date by @superficialstark *

in which you go on a double date with tony and pepper expecting steve to show up as a mate date and instead being met with thor who you can’t help but be charmed by

but i just wanna hear your voice by @blackberrybucky

thor comes back after they defeat thanos and tries to make things right with you.

➱ Wanda Maximoff

of taunts and tickles by @beskar-tano *

Wanda spent the past few days trying to cheer you up and bring you out of your dreadful slump. After trying almost everything, she resorted to her last hopeful idea: a tickle fight.

➱ Natasha Romanoff

my girl by @beskar-tano

Natasha surprises you with a romantic date by the lake, surrounded by the beautiful scenery as fall takes its toll on the changing leaves. 

➱ i’d love for you guys to suggest some fics for steve, sam and loki because i apparently don’t know of any in this dodgy brain of mine (she’s not working as i make this dhdhd) - you can also send some in for any i’ve not got too many fics on so far!

i havent written or read for star wars in so long (dw i am still a sw account and i love my sw moots ive just been on a marvel kick and haven’t had time to read many moots fics recently so they’re all piling up lol) and so i don’t think i could come up with a comprehensive enough list given the fact that there’s so many amazing fics coming out each day!

so instead i thought i’d direct you to some accounts that have some phenomenal work that i instantly fall in love with each time!!

➱ @etherealsanakin

poe dameron, anakin skywalker

➱ @xwing-baby

din djarin, poe dameron, star wars oc

➱ @dindjarindiaries

din djarin

➱ @sunsetkenobi

obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, boba fett, din djarin, padmé amidala, rey, luke skywalker

➱ @artiza-n

anakin skywalker, marvel! (namely bucky)

➱ @beskar-tano

anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, boba fett, din djarin, luke skywalker, fennec shand, poe dameron

➱ @anakinswhore

anakin skywalker

➱ @anakinlove

anakin skywalker

➱ @betweentwopines

din djarin, anakin skywalker, padmé amidala etc.

these are just some accounts that i have read regularly or some moots who post for these characters (and i need to get around reading for) but there’s so many more incredible writers for sw on here, some that i’m moots with too, that can self plug here if they want!! (my brain isn’t working today so i can’t think of everyone)

[yostresswritinggirl]

hello, i love your writin'!! seriously, it's so cool to read and im just ajdhsish and this is the first thing- second thing, would you be comfortable with writin' albedo x gn reader (headcanons are cool yknow!) who dislikes goin' outside alone? like, they worry that somethin' bad will happen to them or are a bit scared of doin' things that might go wrong around people, so they prefer goin' outside with someone? (they also want to get rid of their fears but have no ideas how) i will understand if you don't want to so dw!! 👉👈

First thing, thank you so much for requesting! This took a while, I'm so sorryy! This was supposed to come out yesterday but I got sick and barely had the brainpower to even stand :(( feels better now tho so yey? And yess ahhh thank you for your kind words, you guys have been wonderful too, give yourself some credit too!

This is the last Albedo request in the inbox and woohoo, we ended this streak in one of the hard prompts I've come by so far ahaha

I'm not sure if I interpreted anon right but this shall be a fic as originally requested? I'm apologizing in advance because I don't think I've captured this scenario well enough hehe,,, but I hope you still enjoy this!

Keep Me Intertwined

Albedo with a gn!reader that's scared of going out alone (Mild Social Phobia?)

Albedo is a genuis, everybody knows that, even beyond the walls of Mondstadt. Praised and sought out by scholars to ask for his wisdom and a majority of the time they receive their desired enlightenment.

Indeed, the Kreideprinz is a genuis even if he says otherwise, but he's a genuis in the art of Kemia. And only that. Truth be told there are a lot of things he lacks when it comes to knowledge, as his focus is only in the science he wants to explore. Beyond that, he comes close to a child's understanding of the world.

When he bumped into you when he was strolling through the stalls during a market fair of travelling merchants, he'd thought it would be something he can shrug off easily, but as he moves his head to look at the perpetrator he'd hear a squeak of a "sorry" and a running figure. What?

Albedo silently pats himself down as he continues to watch as the silhouette disappears farther, with a calculating gaze to memorize all their features for... future references.

After he made sure it wasn't a thief that bumped to him to pickpocket, he immediately moves on without another thought.

"Ah, you're the one from the marketplace yesterday." In all honesty, your second meeting was quicker to come than he expected, and at the most curious location of all places. In the Knights of Favonius HQ. How had he not heard or seen of you before?

Your shoulders tense at the sound before you even closed the door of which you came from. This was a room he's never seen anyone use, he realized. Was this where you've been residing all this time? What an oversight on his part but it seems that you two share the common practice of barely leaving your quarters.

When you turned around, behind those surprised eyes lies a gentleness of relief he has not seen a mixture of in the ones he'd observed before. "O-Oh, Chief Alchemist! I'm really sorry about that, I was- I'm really sorry!" He hums in contemplation before shaking his head, assuring you it was a matter that caused no harm.

There was more to it, but his thoughts are distracted with his current task at hand, and with a short goodbye he made his way out down the hall where the stairs resides.

His heavy boots clap on the carpeted floor...

Paired with shuffling light ones to try and match his stride.

Huh? "Are you perhaps going outside?" He confirms with a soft yes as he continues his walk. What are you implying? "Is it okay if I join your company? I uhm also need to get some stuff from outside." He just nods, not one for small talk or questioning. It's nothing much to think about really—

Your loose and subtle grip around the chains hanging by his coat seem to ground him from his musings as you two traverse through Mondstadt in a normal gait. He tries not to think about it too much, but the way you look around with unease when you near other people or your desperate strides to stay a respectable distance to him were things he observed during the walk. Albedo was no man of science focusing on human personality and it bothers him.

It was like a game of cat and mouse between you two running errands, he'll detour to the side and you'll follow him, and if you need to drop by to a building then he'll have to follow you.

And he doesn't know why. Is it because of his mannerism towards taking care of Klee? Or his feeling of responsibility for bringing you along?

During this whole ordeal the Chief Alchemist has brought himself a bright idea (it is not) and went into his scientific mode. He watches you talk to one of the citizens about a commission you had finished yesterday and after confirming your undivided attention, he quietly slips away from the area to visit the Alchemy stall where Timaeus would surely be working on.

It took about an hour before he was allowed to use the table, because Timaeus took so long working on his forgery. Goodness that man needs to work on his studies more.

Ah, speaking of— Albedo realized he'd just up and left you for an hour. Without a second thought he retraced his steps to where he had last seen you. Surely you would have gone off to do your own thing, probably finished up your errands by now and had gone back to the Knights headquarters.

An unmoving force made him tumble forward as his coat seemed to have been caught. If you were there, it would be a sight to see, a rare moment of the Kreideprinz so uncomposed and shocked as he catches himself with a sputter. What the hell? His head snaps to look over his shoulder at such incredible speed, you'd thought it really would have snapped—

The clutch on his chain accessory tightens. With your head down low he couldn't see what expression you were, but your tense shoulders shake with a tremor similar to that of an on-going earthquake. His guilt was more obvious as your knuckles turn white from the deadly grip.

"Albedo-!" You exclaimed in what seems to be a cross between a whine and a whimper. "You disappeared, I couldn't- I couldn't leave..."

He hides a sigh as you refuse to look up to show your face. And in a comforting manner he has 'mastered' with a certain someone, he gently pries off your tight grip (with some urging pats to get you to loosen) before interlocking your fingers with his gloved ones. And he smiles as genuinely as he can, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Are you done here? It's almost night, we should get moving."

Your nod of agreement was a breath of fresh air to him.

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Days after that were pretty much as uneventful as uneventful it could be for Albedo's lifestyle.

Holed up in his laboratory for days without rest like the madman he is. Master's alembic and grounds of scarlet quartz able to keep his mind occupied to not wonder. Hyperfocused, no one has seen him out, only Sucrose dropping by with an 'assistant pass' despite the experiment on-going sign hanging by his doorknob.

When he finally stepped out to the hallway, three days already passed. The door behind him clicks as it locks, a sound that echoed with the door four rooms apart to his.

Kaeya looks up from your doorknob when he noticed the approaching silhouette. "Oh, Chief Alchemist? Finally came out of your cave." He quipped as he leans his shoulder against your room's door, visible eyebrow raising slightly after noticing the fleeting gaze Albedo passed at the door.

"Cavalry Captain, good evening. What were you doing there?" Straight to the point.

The taller man's eyebrow rose higher before he composed his amusement. "I didn't expect you to be into rumors, Albedo." The Alchemist's brows furrows in response. "No harm done, worry not. I just accompanied them on their trip outside before retreating for the night."

Humming to himself, Albedo's eyes wonder back to your doorknob before it was protectively shielded by the man's... white fur cloak?

"I also heard you left them alone when you two were out. I didn't expect you to be such a cruel man, amping up their fear after the progress they've made." Fear? Progress? More questions swirled within the genius' mind the more he talked with this.

Kaeya had noticed his faraway look and pieced together the context. Finally, he offered to explain the background of the issue and Albedo was ecstatic to listen in, a first with the blunette.

"Do you understand it now?"

"Mhm."

"Then I'll leave them to your care, I'm sure your genius mind can come up with something."

"Huh?"

And thus you find yourself standing at the bottom steps of the Ordo Favonius HQ the next morning, hand in hand with the Chief Alchemist you've last seen four days ago. Doesn't he have better things to do? No, he reasoned the solution he worked on will take two days to formulate the desired sediment, and so he has that timeframe free for the taking.

You would have been confused and wary he'd abandon you again—

Were you not forced to listen to the two dummies talk about YOU right outside your ROOM.

"You uhm, you don't have to hold my hand during this whole trip, Master Albedo."

"Albedo." He corrected. "And this is necessary, much more convenient and predictable than pulling on my chains really." A touch of a blush framed your cheeks with embarrassment.

"I have nothing in my itinerary today, so feel free to tug me along. It is, after all, the most I can do for what happened."

Despite the rough texture from the long use, the leathered hand in yours brought about more comfort than you would have thought.

Bonus:

The solar isotoma sparkled in pure golden beauty in front of you, but it didn't prevent the anxiety bubbling inside as you watch Albedo hop over the ledge with the help of his geo construct. "What- what are you doing?"

"Experiment. I'll be up in the roof looking over you so you'll know I'm still here, if it makes a difference if your company is far from arms length or not." He replied as he casually hopped over to the roof of a housing unit.

"Albedooo!"

I didn't get to capture all the aspects of the request that I wanted to focus on ahhhhh, I got so conscious of the length I had to stop it! Still ack I hope I captured his personality and context well— and I'm sorry if I amped up the fear more than you gave, I'm not really sure how bad it was supposed to be skskskks

But hey, this being the last Albedo req in my inbox, I am now free from this man *happy sigh* //:Albedo smut leading the leaderboard for the followers event looms over from behind:// *sweats*

[shintorikhazumi]

(Diakko week) There’s no way she- (5) ““There’s no way she would ever lose her again.””

A/N: I’m late because. I’m dying in school. Thank you. Dw, I’ll finish the story regardless.

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

Day 5: Afterlife/Reincarnation

“There’s no way she would ever lose her again.”

[“I will be with you in our next life, and into forever... Diana.”]

“-ness. Your highness, please wake up.”

Akko stirred from her slumber, feeling the silken sheets slip from her shoulders as she was aided into a sitting position.

Yesterday’s meeting must have really worn her out if her body felt this heavy the following morning.

“Ugh- Thank you, Anna. May I have a glass of water?” She requested, holding a hand out in waiting while the other cradled her throbbing head.

“Of course, your excellency.”

Having been handed the drink, Akko took large gulps until she cleared the cup of its contents, handing it back to her attendant. “Thank you.”

“I am glad to be of service.”

Akko continued to massage her throbbing temples, trying to think of all she had to attend to today. It was proving difficult however as she felt strange emotions swirl deep within her. Somehow, she felt as though she had dreamt of something important last night. However, she could not- for the life of her- seem to remember.

“Could you call Finnelan for me?” She moaned through the steadily intensifying pain.

“Right away.”

Akko nodded her gratefulness to Anna who quickly went to fetch the person she needed to see. Not a minute later, Akko’s court adviser had walked into the room, some papers in hand.

“You rang, Empress?”

Kagari Atsuko, empress of the continent of Solis, raised her head to greet her subject, trying her best to put on a presentable face.

“Yes. I apologize for my current state, but I’m feeling a little unwell. I’d like to ask if I had anything important that I needed to accomplish today? Anything that needs immediate regard?”

Finnelan gave her a sympathetic smile, leafing through the papers she had brought with her. “Not that I know of, Empress. You are fairly ahead of schedule for most of your work, and anything scheduled for today can be moved to at least three days later with nothing affecting any ongoing or future work.”

Akko sighed in relief, allowing herself to fall back into her covers. “Thank goodness. Would it be alright if I take the day off? I’m feeling a little unwell.”

Finellan laughed at the question. The young empress sure could be considerate.

“You literally own the entire empire, your Majesty. People’s time revolves around you. I mean this in a positive way. You are allowed to take breaks. No one could ever tell you no.”

Akko laughed along lightly with her, glad that she could take a much deserved rest.

“I will take up the opportunity then.”

“Please do. We can’t have our Empress functioning at any capacity less than her best.”

“Understood~” Akko lazily saluted as her subjects shook their heads in fondness.

“We shall be taking our leave then.” Finnelan said for both of them, taking a bow as she did.

“If you need anything, your majesty, feel free to call for me.” Anna reminded before they both finally left the empress to her own devices.

At the sound of the door clicking shut, Akko sighed, draping her arm across her eyes as she thought of what she should do with her free time now. Clearly, resting was at the top of her priority list, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to just keep still and laze around all day.

She decided she’d nap and grab a bite to eat before doing some exploring- something she hadn’t been able to do lately. The forests to the south of the palace sounded like the ideal place to adventure in today.

With her plan in mind, she laid herself to sleep and succumbed to the temptations of her sheets.

//

Akko felt significantly better once mid-afternoon came around. She had satisfyingly filled her stomach and had acquired her much needed rest. Refreshed, she decided to go for a ride into the southern woods, as planned.

Akko walked through the palace halls, first searching for Anna to let her know she was heading out. With the castle staff aware of her whereabouts, she made her way out the back doors and hiked far enough that she’d be hidden from anyone’s immediate sight.

She scanned her surroundings for any presence or unwanted eyes. Finding none, she sighed in relief, reaching into the pocket of her coat and pulling out a small locket- an oddly shaped one. One that looked uncannily like...

A briefcase.

This odd artifact had been with her since the day she was born, apparently. Her parents hadn’t given it to her, that’s for sure. They just said that one moment she was born, and the next they’d seen her, she already had the necklace laid next to her in her crib. She had never parted with it since then.

It wasn’t something they could explain. Maybe a cleric or a mysterious nurse had gifted it to her, who knew. All Akko knew was that one day, she suddenly had many creatures to call family, and somehow, she knew each one by heart.

Whispering a few words against the locket, and planting a gentle kiss on it, the case grew and she was able to open it.

Biting her lip, she weighed a few options in her mind. Who should she call today...

Ah, of course. If she wanted to brave the woods and look for adventure, who better to call on than-

“Florence.”

Immediately, a gentle glow of light filled her area, and a regal-looking creature emerged, basking in the light for a few moments before nuzzling Akko’s side.

The empress giggled, petting her creature before returning the briefcase to its former state and hanging it around her neck.

“Hello, my friend.”

Without her having to say another word, Florence took her up on his own back before quickly ascending to the heavens and flying quickly across the vast lands, giving Akko a gorgeous bird’s eye view of the landscape.

As they sword above the heights of trees, Akko spotted an open area. She was sure that if she had walked the woods, she’d never spot this peculiar looking shack as it seemed cloaked in some sort of... magic.

Carefully, she had Florence glide about the air before silently landing nearby, but not quite in the area. Her intuition had proved right as she struggled for a few minutes to see what she had found from above. Using her general instinct and memory of where she vaguely assumed that place to be, she eventually stumbled through an odd-feeling magical barrier that allowed her to stumble upon a cottage that looked nothing like what she had seen mid-air.

It looked cozy, quite homely.

Akko looked around, hoping to see any signs of a person as clearly someone resided here- what with the well-kept grass and the lively waving by the window.

She followed the dotted stony path leading to the door, reading the sign left there.

[Apothecary Cavendish is closed. Return tomorrow.]

Akko frowned slightly for two reasons. One beint that that odd name caused her head to throb once more. Was she getting sick again? Maybe not. The other reason Akko felt disheartened was due to the fact that she wouldn’t exactly be having a tomorrow to check this place out as she would have to get back to work. She wasn’t quite sure if she’d have any time this week either. Or this month. Or... ever.

She weighed her options.

She could sneak out of the castle at some point in the future. Or maybe she could quench her curious thirst right now and try opening the door- have a little peek, that’s all. She could say that it was an inspection since she was sure this place wasn’t on the empire’s map, nor was it registered in any city or town hall.

She was simply investigating, yes. Investigating. For the safety of her country and men.

Akko nodded, knowing she hadn’t really convinced herself of anything. Reaching for the knob, she felt her hands sweat and tremble, throat drying. She really was justifying her actions that could very well be a crime. Empress or not, this was really wrong. But... She just had to know... She just had to reach and turn the knob and take one small look and all would be fine. She’d leave without a trace, and no one would kno-

“Who are you.”

Akko felt her body go rigid in fright, slowly turning around to spot a woman with basket of what seemed to be herbs. Had she just returned from collecting them-

“Ugh-”

“Hey! Are you okay?”

Again. It was back again. The pain in her head.

Akko crouched down, cradling her head in her hands with her eyes squeezed shut as the world spun round and round until she hit the ground. She barely heard the panicked yelling of her companion as all went to black.

//

“You’re awake.”

Akko blinked once, twice. Her visage was filled with soft light and wooden framing across a tall roof. Turning to her side she watched the woman she’d met only moments ago squeezing a towel over a basin before gently laying it over her forehead.

“A high fever, and you had the gall to go exploring in these dangerous woods.” She scolded Akko who couldn’t help but stare, not processing anything she’d just said.

Akko didn’t know why, but something spoke familiarity in just about everything this woman had been showing her. Her manner of speech, of action, the way she was currently scolding Akko with a stern and frank voice that still held a gentle warmth to it- everything about her told Akko that couldn’t possibly be the first time they’d met.

At least... not in this lifetime...?

Akko did a double-take at her thought process. This lifetime? What did that mean? Had she ever been one to believe in something like reincarnation and multiple lives? Well, she didn’t necessarily doubt it either. She simply never thought of it until now.

So… what did she think of it now?

“Um, pardon me? Are you alright? Are you still with me?”

Akko realized her mind had wandered so far that she forgot her manners.

“Ah, my apologies. I just...just…” She had looked up to meet the eyes of her savior to show her sincerity, but so quickly got lost in them. Sparkling blue gems that were framed with long lashes above the gentle slope of a tall nose and healthy pink lips distracted her.

Holy shit. This lady was-

“Absolutely stunning.”

Miss Stunning blinked. As did Akko.

“Thank...you…?”

It was only then that Akko came to her senses, immediately rising from the bed, only to smack her head straight into her companion’s nose.

“CR- CRUMPETS AND SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS-… WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” She groaned, nursing her nose and checking for any possible signs of bleeding.

Fortunately for her, their were none. Unfortunately for Akko she was now rather cross.

Akko reached out to assist her, but the woman promptly created distance between them, not trusting Akko anymore in case of any more surprise attacks.

“Miss, I-”

“Just-! If you’re feeling better, please leave. Please. I beg you.”

Akko really, truly felt terrible for causing her so much trouble that she silently complied. With a bow, she gathered her coat that had been hanging off a dining room chair, wore it and said her farewells.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you. And trespassed.” She apologized, head hung low. “I-if it’s alright…” Still, something deep within her told her she still needed to come back. She needed to know of this woman and the strong pull she seemed to have over her. “May I come back?”

Akko could see the woman’s hesitance in her eyes. She watched her deliberate over the decision, before sighing and agreeing, much too Akko’s surprise.

“Fine. I guess I do need a few more customers. Wouldn’t mind that.” She reluctantly gave Akko a smile… and a piece of paper with a few things written on it.

Akko cocked her head to the side, scrutinizing the item. “What’s this?” She inquired, confused.

She watched the other woman crack a grin, finding it somehow incredibly endearing. “The bill.” She stated factually. “For the services I’ve provided you, good miss.”

Akko’s jaw dropped at the words. She couldn’t even tell if she was being teased or-

“I’m dead serious.” She was told. “My ingredients don’t really grow on tre-… okay, some do. But this forest doesn’t exactly grow me any money. Only resources.”

That drew a fit of laughs from Akko who was incredibly amused by this stranger’s straightforwardness.

“Alright, alright.” She was never really short on money anyway. “I’ll come back with your compensation. That, I promise.”

And she swore she died a little at the smile she received just then. Her brain ceased to function and her feet would no longer move.

“Miss?”

“O-Oh! Sorry, just… uh. Got lost in the moment there. Um…” Awkwardly scratching the back of her head, she bid her farewells. “Well, I’ll see you around um…” Oh. She didn’t quite know the woman’s name.

“Hmm?” Akko was given a questioning look before the apothecary caught on. “Oh, right. We forgot to introduce ourselves to one another. Hello there.”

“H-hello.”

“I go by Cavendish…

Diana Cavendish.”

And at those words it felt like puzzles of a piece Akko didn’t know she was solving, suddenly fit. Sparks connected, and her mind ran miles and miles per hour over memories, thoughts, emotions, and a past Akko now fully remembered.

A past where she had love. A past where she had… Diana Cavendish.

She hadn’t even realized when it was she started crying, but Diana had reacted faster than she did, dabbing Akko’s face with a handkerchief while awkwardly consoling her.

“May I… embrace you?” Akko suddenly blurted out.

Diana, already surprised from Akko’s sudden crying, became all the more shocked. Her being a little weirded out by what Akko had requested was also not something she particularly hid from showing on her face.

“May I... Could I possibly embrace you?” Akko repeated to her, well aware of how odd it was to ask that of someone who clearly thought her to be a stranger.

“I don’t even know who you are, sorry.” Diana eventually admitted, the words breaking Akko’s heart just a bit.

Akko couldn’t remember the last time words had hurt her this much, but Diana not remembering the things they’d been through and Akko knowing the things she knew… it was just a bit much.

Maybe… this wasn’t something that was meant to be. Akko decided to plaster on a smile. Maybe she could try again tomorrow? Would Diana be able to remember her as well? Should Akko just tell her? Would she even believe her?

Akko didn’t have much time to think about it any longer as the sun began to set. It was time for her to leave.

“My apologies.” Akko sighed, giving Diana a respectful bow. “That was rather rude of me, wasn’t it?”

Diana gave her a small, suspicious nod.

“I must be on my way, but… um…” Akko felt her palms sweat and she quickly wiped it off on her garments before holding a hand out. “Let us start over again.” She smiled. She could do this much at least. Right?

Diana took her hand incredibly slowly and carefully. Akko kept up her smile despite all the salt continuously being added to a fresh wound.

“Hello, Miss Diana.” She greeted. “I am a simple noblewoman in this country and I go by the name..,” Maybe if she said her name, Diana would remember just as she had.

Or maybe not and Akko would continue to wallow in sadness for a few days more.

Only one way to find out.

“Kagari Atsuko”

Nothing.

There was nothing.

Diana neither flinched, nor blinked, nor spoke a word.

Akko could now actually hear her heart start to crack, ready to shatter. The universe sure could be cruel sometime-

The sunset sky sure looked lovely from where Akko was laying on the ground, tackled by a Diana who now sobbed heavily into her robe.

“B-by gods, Akko… Akko. Akko.” Diana chanted, over and over and over again. “Akko. Akko. Akko. Atsuko. Kagari Atsuko. My Akko.” She cried into the crook of Akko’s neck, placing kisses along that curve and up to her cheek,

Adjusting herself so that she was comfortably atop Akko, she cupped both the brunette’s cheeks, looking into her eyes as if she were confirming this to not be a dream.

Akko felt her eyes water again, the shock of the sudden attack fading away as it all begun to sink.

That Diana remembered.

That they both did.

As though she had found it, Diana’s face lit up into the biggest smile as she leaned down to plant a kiss on Akko’s lips for as long as she could, like she was afraid Akko would disappear again at any minute.

They both laughed through the tears and the kisses, Akko carefully sitting them up with Diana situated on her lap.

Having run out of air, they parted, Akko immediately grabbing both of Diana’s hands and planted kissed on them,

Diana felt her stomach flutter at the familiar gesture, bringing her hands up to brush the sides of Akko’s face, her bangs and hair, and play with her eats that were warm at the tips.

“I’ve missed you.” Diana whispered.

The floodgates opened once more and Akko cried the most she had in this lifetime.

Cradling Diana close to her chest. Showering her lover with her own affections and completely forgetting about her home, Akko just reveled in the miracle that they had acquired, happy beyong measure.

“I’ve finally found you again.” She told Diana, tightening her arms around her as she felt Diana do the same.

Akko smiled even wider-if it was possible as she continued her statement.

“I love you.” She whispered with Diana whispering it back. “And this time, I’ll never lose you. Ever again.” Akko promised, and Diana nodded, wrapped in euphoria and Akko’s arms.

“Never again.”

A/N: I rushed this already, I’m sorry. ;-;. See you last 2 chaps!

~Shintori Khazumi

[thedarklightwithinus]

The Same.

AN; Felt like writing. So I wrote this. You is short in this. You is still a bad b though dw. 

Pairing; Pre-serum!Steve x Short!Reader

Words; 1.6k

Warnings; None.

Steve Rogers always felt out of place. There was simply no other way to describe it. 

He never made many friends during his childhood and certainly not through his teenage years. He could never hold a girl's attention for the right reasons like his good friend Bucky could. He was yet to have his first kiss, his first date, even his first time. 

Though it had taken him awhile, Steve had realised that everything would work out for him the way it was supposed to. If he was meant to be alone for the rest of his life, however long that may be, he would just have to suck it up. He wasn't mad or bitter and for the most part, he had spent his time either alone, with his mother at home before she passed or with Bucky when the latter wasn't out on one of his many, many dates. 

Bucky was with no doubt, his best friend. His only friend if he was being completely honest with himself. The two had met many years ago when both boys were still in single digit in age. Steve had, unfortunately, drawn the attention of a few older boys who seemed to want to knock him down a peg. Steve was no stranger to a fight, however, he was a stranger to someone swooping in and saving him. 

Though it had been a change for Steve, having someone who enjoyed dragging him places, he never minded it one bit. It would be hard for another to come along and take Bucky's place as he would always hold Bucky on a pedestal because for the first time in his life, someone who didn’t treat him like he was fragile, hung out with him willingly.

It was a chilly Tuesday morning when Steve had decided to take a trip to the newly opened diner three blocks from where he lived. He had made sure to wear a thick over jacket as well as a coat when he had left for the shop, having only just gotten over a cold he had been almost bed-ridden with. 

The bell chimed when he pushed the front door to the diner open. He was unsurprised to find that the air was thick with the scent of coffee. He slid in and frowned slightly when the shop was slightly empty. It was a fairy new shop and perhaps word of the mouth had not gotten around like the new owners had hoped. 

Steve took a seat at the nearest booth, resting his arms on the table in front of him as he politely waited for the woman who was making her round with the pot of coffee. He smiled politely when she came to a stop beside him and held out the glass pot. Steve nodded, gripping one of the mugs from the stand and allowing her to fill it up.  

He spent the next half an hour nursing his coffee in his hands, drinking at his own pace while taking in the outside world through the window beside him. Getting out the house had done him a lot of good and he felt almost like his usual self. 

For the first time since he had entered the diner, the door chimed as it was pushed open. For whatever reason, Steve found himself looking over his shoulder at whoever it was who had chosen that particular diner to visit. It was as he was about to return to his coffee that Steve's head shot back to look at the new comer. His brows were drawn high as he watched her move to a table across the isle from him. It wasn't as though he knew the woman. No, it was more the way she had sucked his attention in on the one feature he had noticed instantly. 

Steve was sure it was the first time in his life that he had ever been in the presence of a woman that was shorter than him. 

Shock was the first feeling he felt before he scolded himself. He didn't like it when people deemed it necessary to gawk and stare at him so he shouldn't be doing it to another person. He knew how it felt and he wasn't trying to make anyone feel as small as they were.

He snapped his eyes away from her form when she had met his gaze. Though he hated it, he felt his cheeks heat up at being caught. He cleared his throat, fiddling with his mug as he felt a sudden gaze on his person. He looked out the window, begging the ground to swallow him whole. 

"Refill?" 

Steve snapped his head to the old woman who was shaking the pot of coffee inches from his face. "Excuse me?"

"Would you like a refill?" The woman asked, using the pot to motion to his almost empty mug. 

"Oh, yes please." Steve smiled, politely. 

He slid his mug a little closer to her with his pointer finger. As she filled his mug up, Steve found himself looking around her and meeting the mystery woman's eyes. 

One of his brows shot up without his say so when he watched her almost mimic what he had surely done moments before. She snapped her eyes away, her own cheeks turning red as she stared down at her coffee as though it was the most interesting thing in the world to her. 

For the first time in his life, Steve Rogers smiled at the antics of a woman. 

He could almost hear Bucky's voice in his ear, demanding that he go talk to the 'pretty dame'. He would never deny that she wasn't pretty. She was very beautiful indeed and he'd be a fool to not admit it. Her skin was glowing and he could see that her eyes were framed by long lashes. 

For some unknown reason, a surge of determination filled ever fibre of his body. It had him on his feet, his coffee mug in his hand as he made his way to her booth before he could chicken out and run all the way back home; No doubt, wheezing. 

She looked up as he came to a stop beside the spot opposite her. "Hey... Hello, um... Do you mind if I?" His hand was motioning to the booth. 

"O-Of course." Her voice was beautifully sweet as she nodded, fiddling with her mug.

"Thank you." Steve said, placing his mug on the table and sliding into the booth. "I-I'm Steve... By the way."

She smiled once more, giving him her undivided attention. Again, something he wasn't used to. "I'm Y/N."

"Y/N..." Steve tested the name on his lips, smiling when he found it rolling off his tongue smoothly. "It's nice to meet you, Y/N."

For a good few minutes, the two sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence. It was clear to anyone who would look upon them that the both were desperate to pluck up the courage to start a conversation. Many times they had each went to open their mouths, finding their voices stuck and afraid to come forth. 

It was Y/N who broke the silence finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "How're you liking the place so far?" 

Steve frowned, not fully grasping what she was talking about. He eyed her for a moment before looking around the diner. He wanted to hit himself when he did look around, figuring out pretty quickly that she was talking about the diner. "Oh! It's nice... Quiet, which I like." 

"Me too." Y/N smiled. "I feel bad for saying that I was hoping it would be empty on my way here." 

"Why?" Steve asked before he could stop himself. 

"Oh, um... I don't like the attention." She admitted, shrugging slightly. "I mean, men can be rude." 

She had said it plainly, deciding that it was best not to beat around the bush. Y/N had expected Steve to take offense to what she had said. She had not been expecting him to chuckle and nod, agreeing with her words. 

"I know what you mean." Steve said. "I've seen some real swell dame's go off with some questionable guys." 

"You didn't stop them?" Y/N asked, tilting her head. "I'm sure they would've preferred someone like you." 

Steve coughed, looking slightly shocked by what she had said. "No, no... Definitely not. Dames don't like guys like me." 

"Guys like you?" 

"Guys they might step on. Guys that're shorter than they are." Steve found that the embarrassment he usually felt when admitting that to people was non existent.

"Oh... I know what that feels like." Y/N almost smiled sadly. Steve frowned once more, raising a brow as though asking her to go on. "Guys like their woman shorter than them... Not so short that they lose them in a small crowd. Or so I've been told." 

Steve felt a wave of anger fill him. Who had said that to her? Who would be as shallow as to say something like that out loud. How tall or how short someone was had nothing to do with anyone. It wasn't as though it's their fault. 

"I think you're perfect." Steve blurted out. It was Y/N's turn to raise a brow at the blonde. "I just mean... I just... Well, I noticed you when you came in. I'll admit, I was shocked that you were so small but not in a bad way... It's rare that I see someone shorter than me."  

"Thanks." Y/N smiled, genially smiled at him. "For what it's worth... I noticed you too." 

Steve, feeling that wave of braveness come back to him smiled brightly before he opened his mouth. "W-would you like to go for a walk? It's fine if y-"

"I'd like that." 

.

[riversofmars]

Happy Sunday and new DW episode tonight 😁 in the meantime, here is part 2 of my Dark Eyes AU! Enjoy!

Part 2

Helen remained in the shadows until the street was empty. She didn’t want to be seen seeking out the traitor, she had no intention of being associated with her. That wasn’t necessarily a reflection on Liv Chenka herself. Helen had to admit, in her conversation with her a few days ago she had been pleasantly surprised. She seemed neither malicious nor deceitful, she merely didn’t want people to get hurt. There was something quite admirable about that but not everyone had the luxury of such moral absolutes. The real reason she didn’t want to be associated with her was her reputation. She was an outcast. It had struck her when Helen had been in her home. Most people had grouped together - strength in numbers - and pooled resources to build better homes, but Chenka was all by herself. Helen couldn’t imagine what that was like, to live through the horrors of their time and have no-one to turn to. In the end, she only has herself to blame, she thought.

Helen had allowed her three days to contemplate their offer and it was time for an answer. The Hawk was getting impatient. She hadn’t been keen on the mission, not after the run-in she’d had with the med-tech that same night, but the Hawk seemed to think she was just the person for it. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure whether that was because he had confidence in her or in her pretty face.

Helen checked up and down the road one last time to make sure no-one was watching, then she walked up to the door, pulling her hood deep into her face for both anonymity and protection from the rain.

Liv Chenka opened on the third knock. The surprise in her face for seeing her quickly turned to a frown.

“Don’t just stand there!“ The med-tech huffed and pulled her inside. It seemed they were in agreement over not wanting to be seen together.

The room somehow looked different from the last time Helen had seen it. While it wasn’t exactly warm, it wasn’t as perishingly cold as the last time. There was a fire burning in a small, makeshift woodburner. The really extraordinary thing, however, was that there was light. It wasn’t natural light, of course, it was late evening and dark outside, and it wasn’t a traditional lamp either as the electrical grid was down everywhere. It was a string of LEDs, gathered together on the table, powered by what looked like a small generator. Helen raised her eyebrows. She was impressed. There were some generators around still, they had one back at their base, but that was nothing like that. That was building something out of nothing. Helen felt affirmed in her assessment that Liv Chenka really was very clever.

Helen turned her attention to the med-tech who stood in the middle of the room, her arms crossed in front of her chest apprehensively. She looked smaller without the large coat to bulk out her frame. Her brown hair wasn’t sticking to her face either, it had dried in soft waves and framed her surly features. Helen couldn’t help but think that she ought to smile more, it would suit those high cheekbones of hers.

“So? Have you come to a decision?“ Helen asked at last as the silence between them grew heavy.

“I’ll do it,“ the med-tech said, although it seemed to be difficult for her to voice it.

“Really?“ Helen couldn’t quite hide her surprise. That was far easier than expected! “That’s great!“ She grinned in anticipation of how pleased her superiors would be.

“Just you, though,“ Chenka interrupted quickly.

“Hm?“ Helen wasn’t quite sure what to make of that request but the med-tech carried on to explain:

“I don’t want to have to deal with any of the others of your lot. I’ll only talk to you. It’s too risky, if… only you. You’ve already been to my house, so… That’ll be a good cover story.“ She appeared to have given the matter some thought and Helen couldn’t deny that it was logical, it was something she would have suggested anyway. Nevertheless, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her:

“So what am I then? Your lover? Your girlfriend?“ She raised her eyebrows challengingly and Chenka’s flustered response came as a surprise:

“N-nothing! You’re nothing. It’s only if anyone asks questions, if the Daleks…“

“Don’t worry, I’m sure I can make a convincing display of it,“ Helen found herself smirking and she wasn’t even sure why. There was something oddly appealing about the idea and she couldn’t deny that it was fun watching the med-tech squirm. Maybe it was her pretty face after all that had tipped the scales in her favour… either way, Helen wasn’t complaining.. “Don’t worry, Liv, it’ll be our secret.“ She used her first name deliberately and it seemed to have the desired effect as the med-tech blushed a little.

“What’s your name, anyway?“ She shot back with a huff.

“Helen. Helen Sinclair,“ Helen answered simply without resistance. She knew that was where she would have to try and build trust between them.

“Sounds like native Earth,“ Liv commented and Helen nodded.

“And Chenka is Kaldoran, isn’t it?“ She responded in kind but that time, the med-tech’s answer was more reserved.

“You already know that, you seem to know everything else about me,“ she huffed and Helen couldn’t deny that.

“Excuse me for trying to make conversation.“ She rolled her eyes but felt a twinge of guilt. She really did have her at a disadvantage.

“So how does this work?“ Liv seemed eager to cut to the chase. Helen noticed her fiddling with the ends of her sleeves. Evidently, she wasn’t as confident as she was pretending to be.

“The Daleks give you pretty free reign, don’t they? You get to go places where others don’t,“ Helen stated. We really should be talking business , she reminded herself.

“I get to go where people are injured,“ the med-tech corrected her.

“And sometimes that’s in high security areas, isn’t it?“ Helen pressed on, refusing to get distracted.

“Happened a few times… there’s not as many people there who can get themselves injured but yeah… I guess,“ Liv crossed her arms in front of her chest again.

“We need to know the layout of the main command centre. We want to strike where it hurts, and we will see to it that there are no humans around, before you ask. We need you to go in and stake out the place. So we know what we are up against and how to get people out.“ Helen added the last bit for good measure, she was beginning to understand how the med-tech worked and knew that was the one thing that was bound to get her attention.

“And how do you think I’m gonna do that?“ Liv exclaimed, obviously overwhelmed by the request. Helen knew she was asking a lot. The main control centre was one of the most heavily guarded buildings in the city. It wasn’t somewhere a human could just walk into. Not even Liv Chenka.

“Make up a reason why you need to talk to the Dalek leaders. Lacking medical supplies, I don’t know, I thought you were meant to be clever.“ What was intended as a joke came out flat and sounded almost harsh.

“You really know how to make someone feel valued,“ Liv snapped angrily and Helen realised her mistake.

“You are clever, Liv. And you can do this. Else we wouldn’t ask,“ she explained more patiently.

“Right, okay… But none of your lot follow, or watch me, or try to, I don’t know, help? In any way! I can’t be associated with you,“ Liv warned.

“Understood,“ Helen nodded in all seriousness and held her hands up.

“Come back in two days? Same time?“ Liv suggested at last and Helen smiled:

“It’s a date,“ she winked, unable to resist the opportunity and the med-tech rolled her eyes but ended up chuckling too. Helen noted that she had been right, a smile really did brighten her features immensely, it was quite infectious. “See you in two days.“ It took some self-control of Helen to bid her goodbye. She wanted to ask about the lamp she had built but she knew she should keep it professional, regardless of how she was beginning to enjoy her company.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this…“ Liv said, just as Helen was about to leave.

“Because it’s the right thing to do,“ she answered, looking back.

“Funny thing is… I don’t even know what the right thing is anymore… do you?“ The med-tech admitted and her gaze seemed to go right through Helen. She took a deep breath, contemplating her answer.

“If it hurts the Daleks, it’s the right thing to do,“ Helen decided to go with the party line.

“Right,“ Liv mumbled and Helen left, so she couldn’t go back on what she had said. She gasped for breath when she got outside, as if she had just pulled herself out of an ocean and onto dry land. In some ways she felt she had.

——

Liv's heartbeat was still thundering in her ears, even when she was back in her home and sure that she hadn’t been followed. She paced up and down the room, her grip firm around the data pad she had taken possession of. It felt so foreign in her hand when most things in her life had been reduced to pre-technology standards, but at the Dalek control centre everything was state of the art. She was playing a very dangerous game, she knew that. She was still high on adrenaline and shaking. Am I making a mistake? Stealing the command centre schematics was one thing. A very dangerous, stupid thing, but she had accomplished it. That was not the mistake she was considering. The question was whether she was doing the right thing handing it over to the resistance. There had been humans in that command centre, she had seen them. Liv wasn’t even sure what their function was exactly and she wondered if it was just a Dalek ploy: Humans as insurance against attacks… Only, the resistance seems to care less and less. She wasn’t sure if she could trust them to hold up their end of the bargain. Anxiously, she ran her hand through her hair.

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She took a deep breath, collecting herself, as she opened up. She felt strangely reassured when she laid eyes on Helen Sinclair. She had a calming presence about her that Liv couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“Come in,“ Liv offered and Helen stepped inside. She looked around and Liv wasn’t sure what exactly she might be looking for. Does she expect me to have betrayed her at the last hurdle with Daleks waiting inside? The implication of her inquisitive gaze hurt Liv but she knew she couldn’t blame her. She didn’t know her well enough to understand that that was something she would never do. In the end, the blonde’s eyes settled on her and she frowned.

“Are you okay?“ She asked and Liv realised that maybe, she wasn’t as accomplished at hiding her feelings as she thought. She chose not to answer, she didn’t care for what she could only presume was fake concern. So instead, she stuck out her hand with the data pad that felt like it was burning her palm. She couldn’t wait to get rid of it.

“Layout, surveillance, schematics, it’s all there,“ the med-tech stated.

“Are you serious?“ Helen seemed genuinely shocked and Liv took a small measure of pride in having surpassed her expectations.

“Have you got me down as the joking type?“ She raised her eyebrows challengingly. The blonde eyed the data pad in her hand curiously, almost as if she couldn’t believe it. When she finally reached out, Liv pulled her hand back at the last second, she needed final assurances:

“If I give this to you, you have to promise me that no humans will get hurt. Not a single one. Do you understand?“ The med-tech stated firmly. She could leave no room for ambivalence and discussion. These were her terms and she would not be short changed.

“I do,“ Helen nodded.

“They’re not collateral damage in your fight,“ Liv carried on as she wasn’t sure she was taking her seriously enough. She didn’t care what Helen thought of her, they would probably never see each other again but she had to get her point across. “These people have suffered enough without you lot blowing them to pieces on top of everything else. You promise me!“ She insisted.

“I promise,“ Helen said and Liv wanted to believe her. There was a seriousness, an understanding in the blonde’s eyes that the med-tech hoped couldn’t be faked.

“Fine,“ she agreed at last and handed over the data pad.

“Thank you,“ Helen said, running her fingers along the edges of the pad with a similar sense of wonder that Liv had experienced. The med-tech nodded awkwardly, watching the motion mesmerised. Then, unexpectedly, Helen leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “You won’t regret it.“

“I hope so,“ Liv croaked, stunned by the intimate gesture. She felt heat rising in her cheeks and hoped Helen wouldn’t notice, she didn’t seem to, not as she turned to leave.

“You know I… admire you, just a little bit…“ Helen turned back for a moment, stalling with her hand around the door knob. Liv didn’t know how to take her words or the expression in her eyes. She remained quiet as the blonde carried on to explain: “You have the power of your convictions, you… you don’t betray them for anything.“

“I’m a med-tech, I took an oath,“ Liv huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest protectively. She didn’t want to give too much weight to her words.

“Even an oath is just… words… at the end of the day,“ Helen pointed out and Liv looked up to her.

“It’s what you make of it. I’m choosing to believe your promise is not just words… don’t disappoint me,“ she said firmly and Helen nodded.

“Goodnight, Liv.“

Once the door fell shut, Liv was alone again and the silence around her was deafening. It struck her that Helen had no more reason to come visit again. She had given them what they wanted and outlived her usefulness. Liv could only hope she had done the right thing. Absentmindedly, she raised her fingertips to her cheek that seemed to tingle from the soft touch of her lips. Liv closed her eyes as tears threatened to fall. She couldn’t deny how much she longed for the closeness of another person, someone to walk the path through hell with her. The loneliness was the hardest part of her life. Helen Sinclair had a warmth and softness about her that Liv had only glimpsed briefly in her parting words. She could only presume she kept them well hidden underneath a confident facade and hardness they’d all had to adopt to get through what their life had become. It was what had made her trust her in the end and what made her want to see her again. It was wishful thinking, nothing more.

——

“It’s gonna have to happen tonight,“ Carna, otherwise known as the Hawk, announced when he lowered the data pad.

“What?“ Helen was the only one to ask as everyone else nodded in agreement. She felt a wave of anxiety rush through her. That’ s too fast! Surely, whatever they were going to do would require careful planning. She recalled Liv’s words: Irrational and ill-prepared.

“Strike fast and strike hard, before they have a chance to make changes to these security arrangements,“ the resistance leader carried on. “How sure are you that she didn’t get caught?“ He fixed his eyes on Helen.

“Well, she would have hardly been able to deliver this, would she, if she had been caught,“ she retorted.

“What if it’s a trap?“ Kavel, one of Carna’s most trusted advisers, asked.

“Why would it be?“ Helen shot back, almost affronted.

“Why wouldn’t it be?“ Another man quipped from the crowd. They had gathered together, all rank and file, to plan out their next moves upon her return with the desired data.

“Why did we do this whole thing if you don’t trust the information she provided?“ Helen was growing frustrated. She had been excited to deliver the information, surprised and delighted that Liv had been so successful, and now, she wondered why she had even gone through the trouble. She knew Liv had taken a great risk for them and that was not the thanks she deserved.

“You’ve met her a few times now, do you think she’s trustworthy?“ Carna cut in.

“Yes, I do, actually,“ Helen said confidently. “She just doesn’t want people getting hurt, she despises the Daleks just like us.“

“Not quite like us,“ Kavel huffed condescendingly. Helen was about to interject but Carna took charge of the conversation.

“We can use this, the schematics, for where to strike to bring the whole thing down. We should be able to get in but the way out…“ he mused, looking at the pad again.

“We have plenty of people that would be willing to make a one way trip for a target such as this,“ Kavel stated and Helen felt her blood run cold at the suggestion.

“Right, good, we mustn’t get found out, make the arrangements,“ Carna nodded, approving the cause of action.

“What about the people in there?“ Helen interrupted.

“Can’t take the risk, it’s too heavily guarded, if we try and get anyone out, the Daleks will be on to us,“ Carna shook his head.

“But…“ Helen balled her hands to fists. That was not what had been agreed, that was going against everything she had told Liv and everything her conscience would allow. She couldn’t accept it.

“No buts, this is my decision, on my conscience,“ the resistance leader shot her down.

“We can’t do this, if we take some time and plan…“ Helen tried again.

“The Daleks might change their security arrangements, no, we strike tonight,“ Kavel stated in support of their leader.

“With all due respect, I…“ Helen focused her eyes on Carna, fully aware that he had the final word in the matter.

“What’s wrong with you, Helen?“ He regarded her with growing distrust in return. “Have you forgotten what’s at stake here? With this information we can deal a crippling blow to their operations, do you realise that?“

“Yes of course but-“ she wanted to justify herself but wasn’t given the chance to.

“Whose side are you on? Has she got to you?“ Carna carried on.

“No!“ She exclaimed, as she felt all eyes were on her.

“Did she flash you a smile and turn your head?“ Kavel mocked.

“No!“ Helen ground her teeth in anger.

“Good, well. She seems to trust you. I want you to keep her busy,“ Carna instructed.

“Keep her busy?“ She echoed.

“While we do this, if anything goes wrong… she knows too much about this, if she gets cold feet, if she talks… keep her company until this is over and done with,“ he elaborated.

“And how do I explain my being with her?“ Helen snapped. She realised what it was about. She was being sidelined, sent away in case she, herself, got cold feet. She noticed the way everybody was looking at her and her heart sank. She could tell she had just lost a whole lot of trust around the room and why? Just because I expressed concern for human lives?

“You’re a pretty girl, Helen, you’ll think of ways to occupy her,“ Kavel snickered and some of the others joined in. Helen balled her hands to fists in anger, about to give him some choice words of her own, but Carna demanded her attention:

“Don’t disappoint us, Helen. You’re one of us, you have a place and a home here, don’t risk that. These are hard choices we have to make but we are making them for the right reasons.“

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

hello!!!!!!! (dw i have not broken my fingers, i feel like i should reassure you of that first XDDD) but mayhaps could you write a oneshot for this here prompt?- "a breathy demand 'kiss me'- and what the other does to respond"

(Asdfghjkl I’m so glad honestly bahaha! XD And of course!!! Allow me to just sprinkle in a nice, healthy dose of needy Shoto and we’re good to go! ;))

 

Shoto's soba slipped from his chopsticks and landed on the table with a large squelch, albeit he hardly even noticed; his eyes were glued to the screen.

'I can’t believe what I'm seeing! The building is completely aflame, it looks like it could collapse at any moment! Several civilians are still trapped inside!'

The screen cut to a view of the building across town. When the initial report had come on, Shoto had told himself that he would let the other heroes deal with it. After all, it was his day off and he was under strict orders not to come in unless specifically called upon - not that that had ever stopped him before. However, as the fire blazed on, the right side of his body ached with the knowledge that his ice could drastically help the situation.

'Wait! What was that?!' The reporter suddenly gasped, effectively distracting Shoto from his thoughts of getting up to find his hero costume; his eyes widened as a flash of green shot across the tv screen and flew into the building before disappearing completely.

The chopsticks snapped under Shoto's grip.

'Izuku.' He breathed.

'Is that-?! It is! I've just had confirmation that the number one hero is on the scene! That's right, everyone, Deku is here!'

Shoto leaned forward in his seat, waiting for the flash of emerald to reappear from within the cloud of smoke surrounding the building. For several moments though, there was no movement; Shoto felt his heart beat rapidly against his chest, the anticipation almost unbearable.

He knew his husband was number one for a reason. He knew that Izuku could handle it.

But what if? The thought gnawed at Shoto. I should be there with him.

His eyes started to sting but blinking simply wasn’t an option. He had to see it for himself: the moment Izuku emerges from that flaming wreck.

Frost crept up Shoto’s body when one of the remaining windows shattered, orange flames slithering out and dancing in the air. Distantly, he registered that the reporter was still commentating in the background, but he could hardly hear her for the drumming in his ears. 

‘Come on, Izuku.’ He whispered, the living room suddenly feeling incredibly lonely. ‘Come back to me.’

The moment the words were out of his mouth, there was a loud explosion and the camera shook violently. However, the bright emerald light that suddenly started glowing from the smoke was unmistakable.

Izuku had burst out through the top of the building, carrying a dozen civilians in his arms, while Black Whip had secured several others with its long appendages. Shoto watched in awe as his husband carefully lowered himself and those he had saved to the ground, towards the awaiting ambulance. His trademark smile was plastered to his face, telling everyone that he was here.

'Izuku…' Shoto sighed, both proud and relieved, and allowed himself a small smile.

Then the smoke alarm went off.

☼ ☽

'I’m baaaack! Izuku called out as he stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him and kicking off his shoes. After the fire incident that evening, he had been forced to stay behind at the agency to fill out the mandatory paperwork.

Izuku loved being a hero, he really did, but that didn’t make paperwork any less of a bitch.

As he wandered down the hallway towards the bedroom, a yawn escaped him and he rubbed at his sticky eyes. However, the moment he opened the door, a husband-sized object barrelled into him unexpectedly. Izuku let out an incredibly unheroic scream and stepped back to prevent them both from falling over, his back hitting the wall opposite with a loud thud.

‘Shoto!’ Izuku squeaked as his partner wrapped his arms around his shoulders and started nuzzling into his neck. He immediately relaxed into the familiar touch and sighed contentedly, bringing his hands up to rest on Shoto’s hips.

However, his sigh quickly escalated into a shocked gasp when Shoto started to press open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

His husband explored him fervently, before eventually settling just below his jawline, where he began to suck hungrily - his warm lips and tongue dragging across sensitive skin and causing Izuku to inhale sharply. Subconsciously, he tilted his head to the side to give him better access, his eyes fluttering shut.

‘You’re late.’ He finally heard Shoto mumble against him, licking his handiwork affectionately. ‘Missed you.’

‘Mmm… Missed you too.’ Izuku breathed, hands tightening around Shoto’s hips as he pulled him flush against him. His husband gasped at the sudden movement and lifted his head to stare at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

‘Kiss me.’ Shoto demanded in a voice barely above a whisper, licking his lips longingly.

‘I could never refuse you, my love.’

Izuku brought one of his hands up to his husband’s face, cupping his chin as he ran his thumb across his bottom lip, relishing in the way a cool tongue darted out to lick his digit. Heat pooled in his stomach and Izuku tilted Shoto’s chin as he leant forwards and captured his husband’s lips in a heated, open-mouthed kiss. 

The moment their lips met, a flood of euphoria filled Izuku in his entirety and was only exacerbated when Shoto moaned into his mouth, hands coming up to tug at his curls.

‘Saw you on the news earlier.’ Shoto murmured when they finally broke apart, eagerly lifting his arms so Izuku could remove his Deku-themed pyjama top. Scarred hands traced his torso as he lifted the material, exposing his husband's athletic frame.

Once shirtless, Shoto braced his hands against Izuku's still-clothed chest. ‘You worried me - you spent way too long in that building.’

‘I had to get everybody out, you know that, Sho. You should also know by now that I’ll always come back to you.’ Izuku rubbed their noses together as Shoto hummed in response, clearly satisfied.

Suddenly feeling playful, Izuku grinned and lowered his hands to unabashedly knead his husband’s arse. ‘Anyway, I’ve been meaning to ask, what did you think of my exit? Brave? Inspiring? Reckless?’

Shoto jumped up and wrapped his legs around Izuku’s waist, leaning down for yet another passionate kiss.

‘Mmm, vey hot.’ He admitted, biting on Izuku’s lower lip and eliciting a loud hiss from him.

‘Well, there was a fire, Sho.’ He replied easily, smirking against his husband’s mouth as he began to carry him towards their bedroom.

‘Shut the fuck up.’ Shoto sighed, completely uninterested in his pun, and shut him up with a kiss. However, he let out an undignified yelp when Izuku responded by throwing him onto the bed with no prior warning, before moving his hands to the hem of his shirt and swiftly removing the garment.

Admiring the prominent flush coating Shoto’s face, Izuku then crawled onto the bed and trapped him between his large arms. He stared down at his husband, admiring his kiss-bruised lips, his long hair in disarray and the way he stared right back at him with dichromatic eyes that shone like the sky.

‘Izuku.’ Shoto uttered his name like a prayer and Izuku felt his heart melt just that little bit more. His vision blurred slightly as fresh tears formed and he bent his head, smiling against Shoto’s mouth as he tasted his lips once more.

‘I love you so fucking much.’ He laughed, moving to plaster his husband’s neck with hickeys as an act of fair vengeance and thoroughly enjoying the way Shoto moaned in response.

‘I love you too, Izu.’ Shoto grasped Izuku’s biceps and ran his hands along the bulging muscles. ‘Stay with me?’

Izuku grinned as he nuzzled his husband’s neck.

‘Forever.’

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Giants and Gems

This is part one, bear with me, more drama in pt 2. Kind of a strange compiling of ideas, but I hope you like it!

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“Through time and starlight my hand…no, not hand…ugh” With a groan the blonde hair of young Elf on break from his parents bakery was clenched in his fists before the small book containing the poem he was entrusted to memorize for the upcoming festival of starlight was thrown angrily off into the distance. Through a steady breath his hands unclenched his hair before his body turned and scanned in a frantic search for the lone copy he was entrusted. 

In this young Kingdom books were quite the rarity, with less than half of all Elves in their youth even bothering to learn to read and write their own language, let alone others, with next to none of the adults even bothering with the assumed tedious task. In an eager race he chased the assumed direction the book sailed off in through the tall grass and flower coated patches of green between the protective trees towering above.

In a slow exhale his feet stopped as he scanned over the very empty patch of green beside a small enchanted lake none were allowed to touch, a lake his book was currently on the other side of in the small island there, propped open against a large rectangular stone coated in a thick sheet of moss covering the shimmering opal carved statue of a young woman countless children had come to steal glimpses of. 

Wetting his lips he inched closer to the lake unsure if he should bother to break the unwritten rule or face the wrath of his parents and his teacher whom had entrusted him with the book. Anxiously his eyes scanned over the peaceful expression of the young glowing figure supposedly sleeping soundly. For years he’d heard whispers of others swearing they had seen her breathing before, a long assumed humorous statement meant only to draw others to stare at the curiously placed figure.

But the longer his eyes scanned over the bare face and neck reaching to the thin pale green sleeveless dress exposing just a few inches of shoulder above the layer of moss coating the rest of her casually draped body with barely an exposed curled knuckle in front of her chest with her other arm tucked under her head as a pillow, his eyes scanned over the moss once again as it rose through the deep inhale from the woman. Through a soft gasp his eyes widened at the woman shifting as her hand against her chest slid off the stone and came to rest on the very book he was hoping to retrieve. 

Under the silvery light of Telperion the glowing opal skin of the curiously shifting fingers gliding across the page he watched the shimmering multicolored glowing eyes matching the nails on the hand opened. Through another deep breath her figure rose causing the sheet of mithril curls to fall around her back and shoulder while she sat up collecting the book in her hand as she did.

Curiously her eyes scanned over the book resting on the sheet of moss draped across her lap before her eyes rose to the figure reflected in the pool surrounding her bed. In an easy motion her legs were shifted forward allowing her bare feet to plant on the now brightly pulsing grass and flowers sprouting taller at her touch. Gently swaying around her the pale green fabric swayed through her path to the water, holding her eyes on the anxiously fidgeting teen across the pond from her gripping tightly on the hem of his long sleeves draped across his palms. 

In a steady path her feet carried her across the still waters filled with starlight then onto the now glowing grass on the other side swaying around her as the bright silvery shade of her hair darkened to a deep black with speck of silver still revealed in each tight curl as she swayed while the shade of her eyes shifted to a dazzlingly bright emerald mirrored on her nails as she stopped before him extending the book. Timidly his hand clasped around the side opposite hers through his next scan over her shimmering frame before he softly stated, “Thank you.”

A gentle smile eased onto her face as she eyed his face in return, in a quick drop to her lips his eyes settled at their parting just before clasping shut again as a clear shout sounded in the distance, “Thranduil!”

In a swing of white before her she watched his hair swing and settle at his body turning as if to shield her before he glanced back at her saying, “I have to go.” Bowing his head to her and watching as she bowed hers in return and watched him dart away back through the bushes he’d passed through as he heard a clear and steady whisper, “Through time and starlight my heart aches for echoes of what yet yearns to breathe.” In a glance back Thranduil eyed the trees where the voice had flowed from as his Mother’s hand settled around his upper arm leading him towards their shop as she filled him in on the tasks she expected from him.

All day he completed the list until he was free to wander again, as per his usual habit, being well known for being the one youth to wander the farthest in their lands and knowing all the hidden spots and items where only the brave would go alone. Back again he stood in the clearing staring at the now bare stone behind the group of children all shocked at the sight that soon left at his arrival, assuming he was sent by their parents to fetch them. When he was finally alone he crept through the clearing glancing up into all the surrounding trees whispering, “My Lady?”

Glancing in each direction before ducking to peek inside a large hollow log under a patch of clovers. On his knees he sighed at the lack of a sign of you only to jump back at something falling onto his back, settling into a crouch he felt a smile flinch anxiously onto his face meeting your soft smile as you knelt on top of the log, “Lose your book again?”

His head shook, “No, My Lady. I was looking for you.”

Your brow rose as you asked in a curious tone, “In a log?”

“Well, you weren’t on the stone.” Your eyes followed his finger towards your former bed.

“Why do the others come here?”

“We’re not allowed across the waters. Curiosity, I suppose.”

“At least you didn’t stare. Often.”

Rising to his feet he offered you his hand helping you to your feet and guiding you on a slow path through the outer circle after your contact had dropped leaving him quietly inching closer to your side hoping for just an innocent brushing of his fingers against yours again. 

Quietly you wandered through the day until he returned, waiting for his company once again each day after your first silent passing through the incredible festival you were able to pass though the crowds unseen as you admired each of the events planned. All leading up to your hidden spot as you watched your friend walking on stage, wetting his lips as he walked to his place on stage and scanned over the crowd stopping on your gentle smile stirring one from him as he began his recitation.

Day by day he would sneak away to be with you, until the day the armies came.

…

For Ages now Dwarves have shared tales of the giant stone formed creatures guarding the borders of their lands. Each fabled to be sent by Mahal along with the very mountains he crafted to house his children, but each was fabled to be male, with only rumors of the daughters they were gifted. Tiny creatures said to bleed the very mithril and gold Dwarves yearned for as they spread jewels through the Dwarven lands. Whispers and rumors fueled the curiosity of those they housed and protected.

A firm knock sounded on a large green round door, one that opened to a short Elleth with brightly shimmering sapphire eyes in a deep green long sleeve shirt over a pair of tight black pants and tall brown boots with a pack held on her right shoulder by her hand with shimmering blue nails matching her eyes.

A single step later each of the stunned Dwarves claimed a glimpse at those eyes they each silently swore to have been carved from the purest of sapphires they’d ever witnessed glowing brightly at them. Against their urge to shun you for merely your race they were instantly stopped by Gandalf who in a hushed tone beside Thorin’s ear he shared your Maiar status, leaving you far from the children of Eru their kin has long since been against. So by morning when you appeared on your deer alongside the racing Hobbit you remained behind upon your urging to lead to their path when you knew he’d join you as soon as he came to his senses.

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Drenched from the rain the Company entered the small cave Thorin had scouted for you all, with a small plop your bag landed on the rock you’d selected for your spot for the night as you stood beside your boots you’d removed. In a quick dig you found your next pair of identical deep green shirt and black pants. In a quick drop and prompt tug your new pants were eased on before a firm tug at the back of the neck of your shirt eased your shirt off after you set your vest by your bag and you pulled your dry shirt on. 

Through your steady exhale you eased your boots back on and waved your hands over your drenched clothes drawing the water from them that you eased through a small crack in the wall of the cave before you added your now slightly stiff black vest back on as you settled in front of the stone. In a glance up after your shockingly momentary change you met the soaked Hobbit’s eyes as he flashed you a timid smile adding his new shirt over his pants as you had while the Dwarves filed inside.

Quietly each took a glance over you, easing your comb through your long curls you were wringing out at your side once you freed them from your long braid, all stunned at your obviously dry clothes as they stripped out of their wet layers they hung for the night that you would wait to drain of their water when they went to sleep. One thing you’d learned of Dwarves was appearance was incredibly important to them, so maintaining your clean image around them was key as they spent a good part of each day maintaining theirs, especially around you.

So daily they would comb, braid, rebraid, adjust their layers to sit right between the frequent discovered chances to bathe or change. Chances that appeared far too distant apart for their liking and especially far too distant for you to maintain your seemingly untouched appearance. Dirt, rain, mud and sweat, nothing seemed to remain fixed on your clothes for long. Just as soon as it had touched you it seemed to vanish, something that even with the Princes’ not so secretive plan to cause you to spill your tea on yourself had remained with the same result. Between this assumed gift of yours along with the ever shifting shade of your eyes and nails in various shades of gemstones you were counted among the most interestingly gifted of the Maiar in their eyes.

But still it left no lessening of their irritation as once again you, in your immaculate state led the path into the campsite as the mud coated King growled his way behind you, muttering to himself so loudly in his mind had allowed an audible escape from him. Nearly half an hour later he’d joined the others in stripping, scrubbing and redressing again as Bombur guided Ori through the steps on a simple stew. Holding your small smirk from your continued game of seeing how long it took for the Dwarves to notice your obvious changing into one of your large selection of similar clothes tucked safely in your pack.

As you looked over the group your eyes scanned for the young Princes, rising to your feet you followed the young Hobbit as he carried their bowls of stew to them. In their rush past you your eyes scanned towards the timid steps of Bilbo around the Hobbit sneaking to free the horses. Between their hiding spots the Princes whispered your name in a hope to stop you as you walked straight into the clearing three trolls were currently drawing a giant pot to boil in the center of. 

Their conversation grew silent at your presence while your glow grew stirring an entranced gaze from them at your multicolored eyes and your opal like glowing skin moments before a blinding light filled the clearing and soon dimmed revealing three opal frightened figures where the trolls once stood stirring loud gasps from the blinking Princes in their attempt to focus from the shift in light as the other sprinted for the clearing. One by one they approached the figures giving them timid taps as Bilbo softly stepped to your side watching as you rolled your sleeve down to cover your now fully opal coated arm and hand.

Softly Bilbo asked in Elvish, “Your arm? Is it hurt?”

You shook your head, “It will return to normal in time.”

With an easing smile he gently pressed his hand to your arm, “Thank you.”

You smiled back at him brightly giving him a chance to eye your multicolored eyes as they slowly shifted back to a soft topaz easing his smile deeper at its stirring his memories of the yellow flowers that should now be blooming around his smial. Turning your head you softly whispered something into the soft breeze stirring the horses back to your group while you all finished your meal as the group all grouped in small circles to share hushed Khuzdul whispers about how you’d managed to turn the trolls to stone. With scrubbed cutlery put away you joined the lines of Dwarves on their search for the hidden treasure hoard where they tucked their golden finds into the enchanted small chest you passed to Gloin who eagerly wished to test the enchanted item’s limits.

One by one the items were put away and the happy line of Dwarves, all exited the cave giving your spotless attire a good once over before their momentary dropped smiles as they forced themselves to think about anything but the grime coating them spurring on their stop at the stream by your former camp before starting the path to Rivendell alongside the freshly returned Wizard.

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In a curious line behind you the men eyed the wavering path you and your tall chestnut fallow deer led their ponies on, silently sharing their hushed comments until a wave of tapped shoulders and pointed fingers at the stone gateway that just came into view ahead of you. A few minutes later you came into the view of the three Elves milling around the courtyards overlooking the long since unused entryway. 

Silently a ripple of alerts were sounded to the tall raven haired Elf Lord leading a chestnut haired Elf turning the corner and descending the stairs to meet with the Wizard as they each stole glimpses at you, the brightly glowing figure in the mix of Dwarves. Both unable to get a clear glimpse of you and your multicolored eyes as you took in the surroundings, lost to the world around you in your curious search, one that brought soft smiles to the Elf Lord and his aid’s faces as they caught your entranced path through the city. Even without their granting you entry or bidding you welcome, you and the Hobbit clutching your wrapped hand with the same expression were gladly welcomed by all Elves along your path by your obviously innocent appearance, while Gandalf conducted his brief explanation leading to the Dwarves’ welcome as well.

After an hours wandering you were guided to the bath house finally where a set of healers were waiting there for you, having been informed of your wrapped hand. Both of whom were stunned to see your skin slowly shifting back to its glowing form from its current glowing opal state. After a short explanation they both left you to scrub, relaxing at your fully intact state as you scrubbed your hair and caught echoes of the Dwarves in the bath house beside yours still drying and rebraiding their hair. A few minutes after they were finished you met them outside draped in a deep orange velvet gown with long tight sleeves aiding in covering your hidden affliction the Dwarves had yet to notice.

Stunned glances over you in your gifted Elven layers soon diminished as the men relaxed at your second set of clothes they hoped you would be allowed to keep, easing their nerves that at least once you arrived in Erebor they could save face at your lack of clothes until they bartered for more from either the Men or Elves nearby before their kin arrived.

…

Coated in rain once again you held tight to Bilbo in his new seat from his frightened state in front of you as his eyes shot wide open at the mountain before you shifting. Limbs formed of solid stone came into their view before their upward gazes brought the rest of the creature’s bodies into view. Through a flash of lightning your sharp whistle sounded pausing their battle and bringing their glowing multicolored eyes to land straight on you. 

In low growling tones indecipherable to the others they lowered, joining their arms into a bridge allowing you and your steeds to cross towards a large weaving set of caves. With a single glance back as you entered your eyes locked with the largest of them to bow your head and mentally whisper a thanks and your love towards your Father, a sentiment he loudly echoed back in a thunderous roar in your Mother tongue only sounding monstrous to those not of Maiar birth.

Quietly you followed the weaving path as screams sounded through the mountain. The deeper and deeper you delved more and more goblins came into view, all slowly being encased in creeping stalagmites of varying forms of crystals squeezing the last of their breaths from their bodies. As his blue eyes scanned over the creatures around you Thorin called to you softly ahead of him, “Are you doing this?”

In a glance back you shook your head, “No, the Guardians outside granted us safe passage by waking the mountains to protect us knowing their contents.”

Thorin nodded with a curious expression before asking, “How, how did you get them to form the bridge?”

With another turn you smiled at him through a soft giggle, “The tallest one is my Adad. The others are his Brothers, they’ve watched this pass since the West began to fall.”

When you turned back the group all shared similar whispers of, ‘Daughter of a Stone Giant.’ Between glances at Gandalf unsure if he was aware of all this. Level by level they passed until a final crystal column was passed before you exited and a single golden ring, that went unseen by the other came into your view upon your dismounting by the stream for the night. Coated in a thick layer of opal from a single exhale from you it sat in its new home in your pack, where it would wait until you decided how you would deal with the impatient trinket later.

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Eased back on your bedroll using your pack as a pillow the Dwarves all stole glances at you while Bilbo brushed his foot hair on his beside you through your informing him of what lay ahead of you until Erebor in your wait for the fish Fili and Bofur were prepping. As Bombur aided Gloin in yet another inspection of some of their troll hoard trinkets yet polished soon joined by the hoard they found in the goblin tunnels you all had packed away into another of your enchanted chests. Finally as your eyes shut for the night the Dwarf King and his closets guard Dwalin both jointly led the decision that you were not to be injured. Even with your powers they could not risk it, you would be protected at all costs. They would find a safe place and tuck you in there assuring your safety until you could be sent for once the mountain was theirs again.

By morning your path began again, with Gandalf in the lead while you and Bilbo eyed the green surrounding you as you shared your tales of the Great Greenwood you’d once led travels through in the First Age. Slowly the forest and small peak in the distance grew closer, soon dwarfing you all as you and your cautious steeds entered the lands of a tall man eyeing you all curiously on his approach with an ax on his shoulder.

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In a firm landing square on the back of the giant spider trying to crawl over Kili’s sleeping form your sword eased right through its back bringing it down before a group of clear crystals were shot out of your palm firing straight through the head of another trying to sneak up on an Elleth that appeared to take out the creatures. One by one they were taken down as the stunned Elves joining in to aid the redheaded Elleth all stole glances at you then led the way as you and your Company were led straight to the Dungeons. Unable to inform the King of your presence just yet in the flurry of last minute decisions before the Feast of Starlight the guards returned to their patrols allowing the Company to wait until the King could interrogate the leader of your group, one they all hoped would be you to hurry things along.

Softly your hums lulled the Dwarves into a fleeting calmness until you drifted off in your own exhaustion from the fight from earlier. Your soft breathing echoed in the Elves’ ears on their path to collect your leader, all dropping their expressions at who was chosen knowing it would only worsen things for the King’s already usual fowl mood through this celebration each year. A celebration he mainly continued for the happiness of his kin while he bore the sting of yet another reminder of the painful year without the enchanting woman his heart ached to see coated in the soft moonlight once again. 

Just once he so painfully hoped to witness the shimmering of your skin and eyes as he led you through one more stolen dance in the woods. Each year he’d steal away into the woods alone, fully armed and dully dressed with a physical imprint of where your head had once rested against his shoulder through your dance while his arms slid across your back holding you closely through your joint hums.

With fingers ticking against the arm of his throne the King sat eyeing the Dwarf entering his hall as he once again counted down the time until he could freely wander his lands. Within an hour of his return Bilbo, who’d snuck his way through the castle after slipping free when Thorin was taken and found a way out. Quietly one by one they left, making sure you were soundly sleeping in your cell allowing them a chance to slip away without you, all grabbing their belongings Bilbo had stashed along the way.

The eerie silence in the dungeons over the sound of the waterfalls caused you to glance between the cells within your view, a sigh left you before your lean towards the keyhole you softly blew through. With a white glow from your lips an emerald key fitting it perfectly allowing you to give it a turn and set yourself free to sneak through the kingdom. Silently you found your bag and a clear exit you trailed after a distracted guard on his path out again allowing you to get a good ways down the long since unused path. Overhead the sun sank sending the dark forest even darker as music played off in the distance stirring your soft hums once again.

With the moon fully above you a flash of white drew your eye to the low humming broad figure in the distance that turned in a circle at your soft whisper, “Duil.” Halting his turn his widened eyes settled on your same glowing emerald eyes and softly glowing skin that drew him in a quick trot to your side on the leaf strewn path through his creeping smile.

After an eager chuckle his hand outstretched and was quickly filled by yours allowing him a firm confirmation at your presence there as more than a trick of the forest before his lips met your knuckles, “My Lady.”

“You’re missing quite a celebration.”

“I’m thrilled to miss it, knowing I’ve seen you again.”

Your smile grew as his deepened and his hand shifted for a more secure hold on yours as he wet his lower lip by drawing it into his mouth, “I suppose I’m not quite allowed my nickname for you with your new rank.”

Stepping closer to you he replied softly, “I will always, always be Duil to you. No matter the title, My Lady.” His eyes scanned over the path you’d come from, “Are you hungry?”

“Your guards fed me a few hours ago.”

His brow rose as his head tilted slightly, “I wasn’t informed of your arrival. When was this?”

“Um, a few hours before sunset I assume. The spiders were a bit distracting, blocked my view of the sun.”

“You were alone?”

“No. I was traveling with a group-.”

“With Thorin Oakenshield?”

You nodded, “But they were gone when I woke up.”

His eyes narrowed as the fingers on his free hand clenched and flexed, “I, where are you going?”

“Erebor, hopefully I will meet them there before they enter.”

He nodded and forced a small smile, “Then I will lead the way, My Lady.”

“Ilyrana.” (Opal of Rare Beauty) “What My Ada named me. But you may call me Opal, if you wish.”

With a soft smile he nodded and softly repeated lovingly, “Opal.”

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Rounding yet another tree your eyes landed on the Giant Elk giving the King a stern glare as he snorted and ground one of his hooves into the path under him. With a soft glare of his own the King stated to the creature, “I did not plan this!”

The creature’s eyes narrowed as he approached and turned presenting his back with the saddle he’d obviously plopped on himself, due to its backwards position and freely dangling buckles, with a sigh Duil released your hands to correct and secure the saddle he promptly helped you onto from your spot stroking the Elk’s face. Duil’s eyes skimmed over you in place on his back proudly before climbing on after, making sure to have firm hold on you while the Elk turned and sped off towards the mountain.

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Nearing the last ridge you’d have to cross Duil leaned forward slightly making sure to place his mouth closer to your ear as he asked, “How exactly were you planning on entering the mountain?”

“There’s a hidden door.”

“Any clue as to where?”

“Northern side is the best I got from my quick glimpse of the map.”

He nodded and the Elk turned following your direction in his slow trot around the rocky grounds surrounding the base. With an upward glance he eyed the statues you’d have to climb as he dismounted and helped you down then watched the Elk head back to the forest, “Interesting hiding spot.”

“You don’t-.”

“I’m going with you.”

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Atop the ledge Duil stepped behind you, trailing your path curiously to the wall watching as your hand smoothed over the wall before you and formed a small circle on the markless stone soon filled with the soft white glowing breath you blew into the hidden keyhole forming an emerald key. Holding his shadowing position behind you with both blades drawn he aided you as best he could on the path to the treasury where he shut his eyes at your instruction then peeked his head around the doorway with wide eyes at the now ruby body of the once sleeping Dragon revealed by the shifting gold while a glowing white stone flew towards you after rising from under the layers of gold.

A soft chuckle left Duil as he stepped closer to you, smiling brightly at you before his body instinctually leaned in and his eagerness left him crashing his lips into yours for a mutually deepening kiss. With his eyes shut he felt your hands glide over his cheeks as he raised you in his arms. Though the soft warm skin on one and the smooth yet firm texture of the other drew his eyes over the strange one at your parting when he lowered you. In a concerned gaze his hand circled the now ruby formed limb you were sporting that he turned over in his hands until your saying, “It fades back, after.”

His eyes rose to the base of your neck as he spotted the ruby line starting at the rim of your shoulder, “Does it hurt?”

Your head shook, “Tingles a bit when it fades back.”

After wetting his lower lip again his hand eased over your cheek and he leaned in to claim another kiss from you.

Firmly in your hand the arkenstone landed and remained through your path to the throne room where you secured it in place saying, “I suppose we beat the Dwarves after all.”

“They most likely will find  their way to Laketown.”

Looking him over as he rested his hands on the hilts at his hips you asked, “Are you hungry?” He gave you a soft smile, “I should have enough meat left for a decent stew.”

Gently his hand eased around yours saying, “The apartment I normally stayed in should be mostly in tact.”

“You’re certain you don’t wish to return, you should be able to get back by the final dance.”

“Not without you.”

.

For the long walk up he gladly shared with you the secrets and facts he knew of the lightly glowing mountain around you as it sealed shut to guard you before you eyed the large gold gilded doors in the Royal Wing. He opened them and smiled at your awed expression at the hint of Elven styling in the design. 

With a full fire burning as you started on the dinner you caught sight of the King laying his swords and outer deep green armored shirt on one of the arm chairs in the sitting room before removing his boots to sit beside your boots and bag. In a timid glance into the kitchen he wet his lips and joined your side eyeing the dirt coated cloth you’d speedily scrubbed your area of counter clean. Holding his smile he gently left a kiss on your cheek while collecting the cloth to continue the scrubbing of the rest of the counter around you.

“Duil, how have you been? Or more obviously, what have I missed in your life. I’ve heard a few points of it, mainly battles, and the birth of your Son. He’s on the guard, correct?”

Duil nodded meeting your gaze as his hand circled over the counter again with the crumpled cloth, “Yes.”

“He’s an impressive fighter.” Easing Duil’s smile wider, “And your Naneth’s smile.”

“Yes. It was difficult to allow him to train at all after my late Wife fell.”

Your eyes met again, “You’ve known great pain in our parting. Of that I am sorry for not being there to lessen it.”

He shook his head, “You owe me no apologies.”

With a smile you poured out two bowlfuls of the stew and led the King to the warm sitting room to eat before the fire as you enjoyed some of the nearly empty Elvish wine bottle, of the two, you had been gifted in Rivendell to celebrate when you returned, but your minor celebrations and need for a base for a sore throat draught for the Company had left the first with only enough for two half glasses. Slowly through the night between your catching up and draining of your small amount of wine you found yourselves dancing to a small record player he’d recovered from its resting place in one of the closets until you were blindly tangled in the darkened bedroom between the dust coated sheets of the King’s usual bed with his shirtless frame curled around your back clutching you tightly in your shared slumber.

Pt 2

[mooxnlights]

Protect You

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: Michael x reader, Finn, Isaiah, Polly.

Warnings: Cheating but not really, alcohol consumption, swearing, kinda angst but there’s fluff dw.

Word Count: 2,527

Requested: Yes

Anon: Hello, btw i love your acc💛 can you do a michael gray x reader were they argue because she sees him kissing a girl (not because he wants to) so they are separates for a week and he can't sleep and gets drunk... so polly goes to talk to the reader and tell her what really happend and next night, she goes to see michael and they forgive each other (last part with fluff if u can plase!!)

A/N: It was kinda hard to find a reason for him to cheat without wanting to so I had to make up a tiny little subplot.

Y/N = Your name

You kept your head down as you made your way through the large crowds of drunks that were flooding the Garrison. You were meant to be meeting Michael for a couple of drinks with Isaiah and Finn after work before heading back to his for the night. With the amount of time you spent at his you were practically living there, Michael was actually planning on asking you to officially move in with him.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you finally caught sight of Isaiah and Finn waving you over to their table, after sitting down in a free chair you smiled over at the two boys noticing that Michael wasn’t with them.

“Hello boys,” you greeted with a smile before taking out a cigarette and placing it between your lips and lighting it.

“To save you from asking, Michael’s at the bar getting a round,” Finn said with a chuckle.

“Who said I was going to ask?” You respond giggling while standing and looking over the heads of people to find Michael. After spotting him you make your way over not noticing his tense frame nor the fair-haired woman next two him.

“I see your girlfriend has arrived,” the unknown woman stated to Michael after they both had caught a glimpse of you entering the Garrison.

“Who the fuck are you?” Michael questioned in a dangerous tone but yet quiet enough to not draw any attention to the two of them.

After the woman had taken the seat next to where Michael was standing at the bar waiting for his drinks, she began spewing out facts upon facts about him, his family and their entire schedules he felt his anger begin to surface. The Peaky Blinders just couldn’t catch a fucking break.

But none of that anger was the equivalent to how he felt right now after she had pointed you out, she knew who you were and obviously whoever she was working for did too. Forgetting about the drinks he turned to face her taking in her smug expression at the reaction she got from him and the way his entire body language changed at the mention of you.

“It’s not important who I am Mr. Gray,” she responded cooly while taking a sip of her champagne.

“You’re right, it’s not,” Michael began in a malice tone causing a smirk from the woman.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are, what’s important is that you, and whoever the hell you’re working for, stays far, far away from her. Because I swear to god if anyone, and I mean anyone, lays one goddamn finger on her, I will be coming for you.” His face was close to hers now making sure she heard every word.

“I wouldn’t go around making threats Michael, not when you have no idea what we’re capable of.”

The woman's eyes flickered behind Michael quickly before she continued with a smile. “Now, make a scene and I will shoot her in the head right here right now,” her face moved even closer as his paled at her words.

He reached for his gun but the still unnamed woman rested her hand on his firmly and abruptly pressed her lips to his.

You stopped in your tracks, the sight making you sick to your stomach. Holding back the tears that were already forming you threw your cigarette to the floor, it joining the shards of shattered glass from the stumbles of the drunken men and women surrounding you. You let out a deep breath before changing directions to instead walk past Michael, making sure to harshly bump your shoulder into his which was enough for him to pull himself away from the woman and notice your retreating form.

Ignoring her smirk Michael pushed himself away from the woman who let out a chuckle and began to chase after you, feeling nothing but anger at her but more so at himself for letting her get to him and throw him off guard.

You ignored his calls as you hurried away from the pub, having to stop once you were out of there and lean against the cold brick wall to let out heavy breaths, soon accompanied by harsh sobs as you finally let the tears fall.

“Y/N please just listen to me,” Michael pleaded as soon as he caught up to you, walking towards you trying to take your trembling form in his arms causing you to quickly back away from him.

“Don’t you fucking touch me Michel Gray!” You screamed, ignoring the various eyes on you from the people passing by.

“You don’t understand Y/N, please just-”

“Oh I understand perfectly Michael, I understand that I wasn't good enough and instead of being a man about it and telling me to fuck off, you decided to go out and shove your tongue down the throat of the first whore you find.” You had started walking now, turning your back on him and beginning the short walk to your flat.

“You know I would never do that to you sweetheart,” Michael responded softly while following after you.

You laughed pathetically at his excuse, not bothering to wipe your eyes as tears continued to roll down your cheeks.

“But you did Michael,” you stated sternly.

“Y/N, I swear-” Michael began before cutting himself off not knowing what to say. He never liked involving you in the darker side of the business, and he didn’t know whether telling you the truth would put you in danger and do more harm than good.

“That’s what I thought,” you mumbled at his silence before taking one last look at him and continuing your way back home, not hearing Michael behind you this time as you kept your head down.

After crying yourself to sleep that night you woke up the next morning to find Isaiah and another peaky boy standing out the front of your building, after asking about the unnecessary invasion of privacy from your window the only answer you were left with was that it was ‘Michael’s orders.’ If you weren’t so heartbroken you’d laugh at how Michael all of a sudden was trying to protect you after the pain he already caused. Expecting them to be gone the next morning they weren’t, only being replaced in the afternoons by two more boys who were then replaced by four boys during the nighttime.

This cycle continued everyday for two weeks, with you not caring enough to wonder why Michael constantly had men guarding your house, that was until you got a visit from Polly one afternoon and the men had dispersed.

“Isaiah claims you’ve barely left your place these past two weeks,” she states taking a sip of the tea you had just poured.

You didn’t say anything as you took a seat across from her at the table.

“Wish I could say the same about Michael,” she continued.

You let out a bitter chuckle at this. “Yeah I'm sure he’s having a great time. Must be fun to go out drinking and wake up in a different whores bed every morning.”

Polly tensed and put her cup on the table and lit a cigarette before responding. “Now Y/N, you’re lucky I’m an understanding woman or so help me God you’d be drenched in this boiling tea for disrespecting my boy that way.”

“He’s the one who disrespected me in the first place Polly, although I doubt that’s what he told you. Wouldn’t want to come across as an unfaithful coward to mummy.”

“Right,” she began before taking a drag of the cigarette. “I’ve had enough of this pathetic, pitiful sulking, from both of you. Do you really think Michael would intentionally cheat on you? Especially when he was meant to be meeting you?”

“Don’t have to think Pol, he did,” you sighed looking down at the table.

“No Y/N, he didn’t. For the past two weeks him, Tommy, John, Arthur and just about every other man in this God forsaken town, apart from the ones making sure that your stubborn self was safe, were out on a killing spree. Because the woman he was with that night was part of an organisation that were planning on taking every single person involved with this family out. She had her eyes set on you in particular which is why she went out of her way to get to Michael, to piss him off, knowing that she could do anything she wanted as long as she had you in the palm of her hand. She was going to kill you that night Y/N.”

“Was part of an organisation?” You asked hesitantly after taking a few moments to take in all the information.

“Michael wanted to leave her to last, happened this morning actually. He wanted to make her fear the way he did when he lost you to her little game,” she clarified ashing her cigarette in the ash tray you had on the table.

“And of course he's been drinking his weight in whiskey this whole time, so you could say he’s gotten his ass kicked quite a few times, I just thank my lucky stars he’s still alive,” she concluded with a slight glare, no doubt blaming you partly for this entire ordeal.

“Where is he now?” You questioned urgently.

Michael had never coped well with killing anyone even when it came to the man who abused him when he was a child, and now after learning that he’d been doing it for two weeks while being injured in the process, you knew you had to go to him.

“After the past two weeks he’s had he’d be at his house now that it’s all over,” she responded nodding at you as you stood up and ran towards the door, grabbing your coat along the way.

Luckily your flat wasn’t too far away from his house by cab. After paying the driver you climbed out and rushed up to the front door, knocking on it quickly before you began to pace in front of it awaiting for his appearance.

You cursed under your breath as you felt tears spring to your eyes as they had every day for the past two weeks whenever you thought about Michael. This time it was in grief, grief at the time you two lost and anger at yourself for the pain you must of caused him, for not listening to him. You had never in your wildest dreams imagined that Michael would cheat on you, he was a good man, raised to be one by both his mothers despite the business he was in, you just wished you'd thought of that when you were spending all this time ignoring his phone calls and staying hauled up in your flat.

After standing outside for two minutes with no indicator that he was coming you banged on the door again.

“Michael it’s me, please open up,” you called as you ran a hand through your hair in nervousness.

Within seconds the door was flung open and you almost gasped at the sight of him. There were bags under his eyes and judging by the redness in the whites of them he’d been taking snow to stay on his feet from not sleeping. He had a fading bruise on his cheek and you could only hope that was his only injury from all he had been doing for two weeks straight. His hair was disarrayed and his clothes crooked he hadn't been taking care of himself and just the thought alone caused a pain in your chest. There was also dried blood on the sleeves of his shirt, he obviously hadn’t cleaned up yet from this morning.

“I had to,” he whispered noticing your gaze on his shirt. “They were going to hurt you.”

You didn't say anything but instead nodded your head as tears began to fall from your eyes, your heart breaking for him with every passing second. Michael lowered his head in what looked like shame and moved to the side with the door open so you could get inside and away from the cold. Walking through the entrance you kept your eyes on Michael as he gently shut the door, still refusing to look at you.

It became clear he wasn’t going to make the first move and provide any physical contact. He wanted that to be up to you after the way you had left things, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it, he was just grateful to be in your presence again and hear your voice.

When he finally turned around to face you it only took one look at the pained expression in his eyes for you to fling yourself into his arms. Michael hesitantly raised his arms and wrapped them around you.

“I love you,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“I love you too,” he breathed out in relief holding you tighter.

“Polly told me everything, I’m sorry I doubted you Michael.”

“Don’t,” he said before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Please can we just try to forget about it all?”

You pulled away and looked up into his eyes knowing that was all he wanted, to forget about the pain he caused you, the pain he went through, the things he did in order to protect you. Not that he would ever take them back, he’d do anything to protect you, no matter how much it would affect him because he knew that at the end of each day you'd be there for him.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it,” you whispered taking his face gently in your hands.

Michael nodded his head, taking in your beauty after not seeing it in person for these few weeks. Your words and touch being all the comfort he needed in this moment.

“I’m never going to let anything hurt you,” he stated assuringly, more so for himself than you.

“I know you won’t,” you responded leaning up and placing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I mean it Y/N,” he began after pulling away from you. “I’m going to protect you, from anything and anyone that ever tries to hurt you.”

You simply nodded your head as you slid off his waist coat and began unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the need to get rid of the reminder of what he had been doing these two weeks, more for his sake than yours.

Michael gripped onto your hips firmly, keeping his eyes trained on yours as you did your best to contain your emotions after seeing the few scars and bruises that became visible on his body after removing his shirt and tossing it to the ground. Bringing your arms up around his neck you pulled his head down so his lips could meet yours once again but in a more desperate and passionate kiss, letting every emotion pour into it after having been apart for such a short amount of time compared to what others had gone through but knowing you could never go that long without him again.

[chill-that-ur-inmyhead]

A is for Appearance What color are your eyes? green! I always used to say blue and green but I have settled on green How about your hair? blonde Cool, describe your hairstyle: I curled it slightly, tried to get my curtain bangs to frame my face but I am so bad at hair! How tall are you? 5′5

B is for the Basics What’s your nickname? H WHATS YO AGE?? feeling 22 Are you a male or a female? female Where do you live? UK

C is for Clothes

How would you describe your style? chic, sporty, casual Do you fit into any stereotypes? I keep falling in and out of stereotypes, such as the gal that likes shopping, horses, surfing, the city life but it is all very nuanced  Where’s your favourite place to shop for clothes? ASOS always and then hopefully when I have money I can shop at more sustainable places that charge £70 for a quality top Tell me your ideal outfit: I LOVE mom jeans, the light blue ones, then paired with a crop tank top and an oversized trench coat

D is for Driving Do you have your license? I am trying!! ask me again this October hopefully I’ll have it!! If not, how about your permit? yes I have my provisional  What kind of car do you drive (or do your parents drive?) ford fiestaaaa What’s your dream car? 1963 Mercury Comet (aka Peyton’s car from One Tree Hill) 

E is for Eating

What’s your favourite food? potato waffles Mkay, and how bout your favourite drink? milkshake Have you ever had an eating disorder? I don’t think so. What’s your favourite form of SUGAR!? :D in chocolate YUM

F is for Family Who do you live with? currently my mum while I am studying but hopefully next year I will be living in the city with flatmates!!! How many siblings do you have? un frere Do you have kids? Names and ages: nope Do you love your family? yes

G is for Guys/Girls What colour hair do you prefer on the gender of your choice? I do not mind How about eye colour? no preference, just that they have kind eyes! How should they dress? personally I would go for someone that dresses up to go out and leaves the joggers/ trackies at home Name a few qualities you look for in a significant other? witty & compassionate

H is for Hobbies What are your favourite things to do? bargain shopping in thrift/charity stores Do you collect anything interesting? DVDs - nope not interesting haha Do you play sports? Which ones? I used to play Netball in uni and really want to get back into it again but first going to try getting back into badminton! Do you text a lot? not a lot but I have been known to text from time to time

I is for Internet Do you have a youtube channel? I have a youtube account but I don’t post anything on their!! Do you have facebook? yes Do you have twitter? yes Do you have instagram? URL: yes

J is for Job Do you have a job? If so, what? I just left my job at a law firm and I am going back to study law What is your dream job? I do not dream of labour ;) Any previous jobs? retail! classic Do you like where you’re headed in life? (Or did I just depress you?) I am optimistic about where I am headed but ofc it is nerve-wrecking

K is for Kind Of.. What’s your favourite kind of movie? rom com ofc What’s your favourite kind of book? Or do you not like reading? fantasy What’s your favourite kind of food? (Mexican, Chinese, Italian, etc.) chinese Cool, and what’s your favourite kind of.. um..place to chill at? my bed, nothing compares 2 u

L is for Love<3 Are you gay, straight, bi, lesbian, asexual, or not sure? heterooo Are you single or taken? single If taken, what’s their name and how long have you been together? :D If single, do you have a crush? I don’t, only on celebs ofc ;)

M is for Music! :D What genre of music is your favourite? Taylor Swift Do you play any instruments or sing? What do you play? I want to get into piano/keyboard (ofc will only play Taylor Swift songs) Have you ever been to a concert? If so, what was your favourite one? Taylor Swift hehe (can you tell I’m a fan?)

N is for Negativity >=l Are you more negative or more positive? I sometimes get in my head but I defo try to be positive around other people, I know how depressing it can be Have you ever been depressed? I have been depressed before but I have not had depression Are you one of those people who cuts yourself and thinks it’s cool? AH no How do you feel about death? I hope it is short & sweet

O is for Opinions What’s your opinion on gay marriage? all for What about abortion? each person’s choice K.. What are your political views? capitalism will always win What’s your religion? Or are you atheist or agnostic? Christian 

P is for People Who’s your best friend? I have a couple of close friends What kind of person do you tend to hang out with? open minded sould that can banter when the time is right What do you do when you hang out with friends? Eat, drink and be merry Do you have lots of friends or do you just hate people? I have enough friends, always open to making new friends

Q is for Questioning!!!!! How are you feeling, dear? full from the dinner I’ve had (Grandad turned 90!!!) Oooh… and how’s the weather where you’re at? sun is setting and making the clouds all glowy and golden (one of the better days for weather we’ve had recently)                                                                                                            Okay and have you been healthy lately? I’ve tried to stay active since leaving work and besides from today which contained a lot of cake, I haven’t been overeating

I see, and do you think these things have a direct correlation? I have to say when the weather is nicer, it is easier to eat healthier

R is for Randomness!!!!! :D What’s your favourite mythical creature!? mermaids I LOVE LAMP!! (Do you know where that’s from?) I do not! What’s your favourite meme!? there are too many to pick RAWRAWRAWR!! (Do you say rawr or do you hate me?) =| I would only say it ironically hah

S is for School Are you in middle school, highschool, college, or out of school? I’m about to go back to uni for a post grad Do/did you actually like school or do you hate it like me? It had its ups and downs, considering I’m going back from a post grad maybe the ups outweighed the downs What is/was your favourite class? P.E. was always fun, espeically if we were playing netball What’s your major in college or what do you want to major in? English literature

T is for Trouble! D= Have you ever broken the law? What did you doo? D= underage drinking ofc Do you drink? yes Do you smoke? nope Have you ever been arrested? Did you go to jail? WHY!?!? D= nope

U is for.. UMBRELLAS!? Hahaha do you like rain? I like the smell of rain but I don’t like to be in it Do you own an umbrella? yes Do you like the song Umbrella by Rihanna? I do Do you like how random life can be? sometimes it throws me and I think can’t you stay on script!

V is for Vacations Where was your favourite vacation? South of France Where have you never been that you really wanna go to? Hawaii Have you been out of the country? Where to? France, Belgium, Italy, Netherlands, Spain & Portugal What’s your favorite type of place to visit? Islands, Cities, Theme Parks? I do like city breaks because there is so much to do! Haven’t truly been on an island holiday but defo looking forward to them!

W is for WTF questions!! Can I shave off all your hair and make a voodoo doll of you? no thank you Excuse me sir, were you aware that there’s a clown behind you!? oh that’s just my reflection dw ;) I murdered a man once!! [Oops this isn’t a question] I know nothing &JK, I didn’t murder anyone. But aren’t you just like WTF now? this is the internet, I am ready for a worse WTF

X is for X stuff…. Do you know anyone named Xavier? not personally Have you ever played a xylophone? yes Have you ever seen an X-rated move? wouldn’t know X MARKS THE SPOT!! kk? :D

Y is for Yes Or No Do you like when it snows? =| yes, I can appreciate a good snow day Do you like re watching old movies? yes Do you watch Vampire Diaries? yes Do you like Indian food? yes

Z is for… ZEBRAS! Do you like zebras? they remind me of horses and I love horses

[rebellingstagnationblog]

“Twelve Days Of Christmas” by Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters (Day 7 of 31)

I heard the song and this scene wrote itself.

Launchpad didn’t know why there were so many birds associated with Christmas, but here they were on day seven. With seven small porcelain swans and large red bows tied around their long necks.

Here he’d thought the six geese had been bad.

Peering at the swans on their mantle, Launchpad asked, “How many more birds should I be expecting?”

“None, thank goodness,” Gos said from the couch where she was hunkered down with her laptop. “All I’ve had so far is stupid birds. But the last half is so gonna make up for this avian wave.”

She was typing furiously, not even looking up at him as she spoke. Launchpad was always so impressed with how good Gos was with technology. Her fingers flew across keyboards with ease, always knowing exactly what button to push, or what feature to tap on her phone, and she had mastered sending him moving pictures in text messages. He was still adjusting to the latest update when all his apps had changed colors. Sure, he could text and type, but he was slow compared to Gos.

And he’d learned to not go to DW for any technological help. The mallard talked a big game and seemed to learn things more quickly than Launchpad, but DW was often as clueless on something as his sidekick.

“Hey, DW, how do you take a picture of your phone screen?”

DW turned to face him, a smug look on his face. Launchpad immediately regretted his question.

“You came to the right duck, LP,” DW said, traipsing over to his sidekick and taking out his phone. “It’s called a screenshot.” He unlocked his phone. “And you take one just like so.” The screen went dark.

“Oops!” DW said, glancing at the device. “Must’ve hit that power button too hard, there. Let’s try this again. If my phone will unlock. I swear, technology never works when you want it to. Read my feather-print you—”

“Okay, I’ll remind you to finger-paint tomorrow,” came a female voice from the phone itself. Launchpad took a step back as DW started having a conversation. With his phone.

Gos ended up showing him how to screenshot later.

“Y’sure are typin’ fast,” Launchpad said, looking over to Gos.

“Listen, tracking down ten of anything is a feat, not to mention when it’s ten lords who are supposed to be jumping.”

“I think they’re leaping,” Launchpad pointed out.

“Which the internet had less results for, so here we are at jumping.”

Launchpad walked over to the couch and sat beside Gos, peering at her computer screen. “Is that the guy from Shrek?”

Gos grinned. “Farquaad needs to be jumping, or have the ability to jump, and I’ll bring ten of him into this house.”

What had started as an innocent “this was so stupid I had to get it and show you” gift from DW had exploded into a Christmas competition between father and daughter. Using the Twelve Days of Christmas as their guide, they brought home the most ridiculously gaudy items, trying to out-gift the other from the day before. The unsuspecting felt partridge in the plastic pear tree DW had found at a thrift store sat on their dining table as the centerpiece. The poor thing had no idea the chaos had started. And all the birds that had come in its wake.

Two stuffed turtle doves on DW’s bed.

Three painted French hens framed and mounted in the hallway.

Four calling bird cutouts strung along the staircase banister.

Six plastic lawn ornament geese stuck in the backyard, all but one “laying” large golden wreaths.

And now the seven swans swimming on the mantle.

“You’re very calm about all of this,” Launchpad said. And it was true. If it wasn’t for her fingers prancing across the keyboard, she might’ve even look bored.

DW was on the opposite side of the spectrum, always coming and going in a flurry of snow, muttering about the underhandedness of consumerism and wondering how was he supposed to find these things in only one day, etc., etc..

Gos glanced at Launchpad with a smirk on her beak and mischief in her eyes. He’d seen that expression before and was suddenly grateful that she was competing against DW and not him.

“I have the even days,” she said.

“And there are twelve days….” Launchpad shook his head and chuckled.

“No matter what Dad does, I have the final day. And I have learned about the magic of online shopping.” Clicking her mouse a few more times, she shut her laptop. “Lords are ordered. I’m gonna prep my maids for tomorrow before that museum party thing tonight.”

Launchpad wondered if DW knew that he had the odd days.

The answer came after the nine dancing ladies when DW, buttoning up his coat to go shopping, paused and glanced up at Launchpad in horror. “She has the even days!”

Gos’s laughter echoed down the hall from the direction of her room.

[xwing-baby]

Up And Running (Supernatural x Reader)

WEDIM DAY TWENTY TWO

SUPERNATURAL X READER

WORD COUNT: 737

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Years have passed, the Winchesters have gone and everything is okay. The impala was been put to rest in an old junkyard, slowly rotting away until you and brother come along. It calls out to you and before you know it you’re both sent down a road that’ll change your life. 

A/N: Heres a little mini series I want to start. Let me know fi you like it!!

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My brother couldn’t see past the mud and grime at first but the moment I saw the beautiful old car I was completely in love.

It was like she was calling my name, she was the only car in that junk yard that had grabbed my attention. She was not battered beyond belief like the others. She was not tired looking at all. She just looked like she had just been parked there and forgotten about.

My brother tried to complain when I brought the car, but at $400 it was an absolute steal. With help from the junk yard’s owner, we managed to push her down the road to my family home.

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For the first couple of days, I couldn’t bring myself to start work on her. I just sat in the driver’s seat and listened. Although she did not run and her engine was shot she seemed to hum as if magic ran through her black metal frame. The longer I sat in her worn leather seats the more things I noticed. The gun under the driver’s seat, the battered FBI badge and an SW-DW scratched into the roof. Whoever owned this car last really loved her, and had a really weird job.

When I finally got the courage to start her restoration I started with the trunk. I ripped the weeds growing in her mouldy carpet out and was surprised to find a secret compartment underneath. Inside there were probably hundreds of guns and knives, and was that a grenade launcher? There were prayer beads hung on the top and several weird looking symbols. There were machetes and pistols, handguns and spears. Whoever these people were they were obviously ready for an apocalypse. There was a picture placed on the top of one of the ammo boxes. I picked it up, wiped the dust off and looked at the three men in the picture

There was one tall one. He had dark hair down to his shoulders and there was something quite sad about the way he stood. The man next to him was only just shorter. He had short light brown hair styled into a little quiff. He looked strong, but tired like he had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. Then, next to him was another slightly shorter man again. He wore a scruffy looking suit and trench coat. His tie was backwards and he looked very unsure and was obviously not looking in the right direction for the picture. He had dark hair and bright blue eyes, much brighter than eyes really should be… maybe it was just the light.

The man in the trench coat seemed somehow familiar. Like I’d him before recently. Was he at the junk yard? There were a lot of people there…

I flipped the photo and there written in scruffy handwriting, half smudged from the damp, which read: Sam, Dean and Cas. Kansas, ’16. I guessed that’s who was in the photo. What a lucky car to have these three drive her. They were not half bad looking at all!

I straighten up when the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Someone was watching. I took the pair of keys hidden among the weapons and looked around. No one was there. I shook it off, I must be paranoid but I got to work.

Within a week she was back up and running as if she was new. She had new seats, carpet and I had to nearly completely rebuild the engine. With the help of my brother, it didn’t take too long to take the thing apart, clean everything and change a few valves and nuts and put it back together.

My brother, Jared slipped into the passenger seat and I got into the driver’s seat. I slipped the keys into the ignition and turned the key. A big grin grew on my lips as the heavenly purr echoed through the quiet night. I looked over at Jared, who had a similar expression on his face and pulled away from the driveway.

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As Y/n and her brother drove into the night, Castiel watched on with a smile. He had hoped you’d be the ones to pick her. The Impala was back up and running and Cas knew it could only mean one thing. Trouble. 

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