#everything seems to be pointing towards Silver being incredibly strong physically

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Silver's physical strength is underrated. In Sonic 06 he evenly clashed with Shadow before they went through the time portal and in Rivals he pushes rock cubes more than twice his size with his bare hands

I think Silver's strength is not really seen by the fandom because he's got incredible physical strength in a cast were like a good 80% of the characters have incredibly physical strength too. Compared to characters like Sonic and Shadow, Silver's physical prowess does not stand out and might even appear weaker because he cannot run as fast, and compared to someone like Knuckles, Silver simply comes off as far less strong. It doesn't help that in the Rivals games, he can do things that every other character also can do, such as pushing those rock cubes. The only distinction the two Rivals games make between the characters is their special attack; they otherwise run, jump, push, etc. all the same. Therefore there doesn't really seem to be many physical strength-aspects in the games where Silver truly stands out, also because he does most of his fighting with his PK instead of getting into physical brawls.

But I watched his battle with Sonic in Generations yesterday, and Silv literally slides over the asphalt multiple times, as fast as Sonic is running while boosting, and he gets buried in his own Meteor Smash, and he is fine! He gets knocked out, but he's otherwise completely unharmed!! What I furthermore find intriguing is that in Shadow's boss battle Sonic needs to knock Shadow's rings out of him, but Silver does not have any rings on his person at all, and instead requires like five hits or so to go down instead. Silver thus might not be as adept at physically fighting than other characters (his punch aimed at Shadow in '06 is heavily telegraphed and almost slow), but he seems to have amazing physical perseverance and resistance to injury. And I would say that is also a form of physical strength! And in '06 he can also lift a seven-year-old Elise, who we can assume weighs around two-thirds of what he does (22-23 kilos), with no issue. Not as remarkable as Sonic lifting adult Elise (who has to weigh around 50 kilos at least) all the time, but still, Silver is not at all winded or tired by it. So I think fandom perception of Silver being too weak to lift up any item by hand and, like, struggling to walk for more than three seconds because he allegedly flies everywhere seems entirely false. He's got quite the perseverance and strength on him, especially if he can shrug off being buried in tons of rubble after getting Homing Attacked in the stomach five times like it is nothing with no long-lasting injury. His physical fighting skills might need some work, but bodily-wise, he seems just fine in that regard!

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Info and oc related stuff Characters in the following order: Ikkon, Turzo, Zanni (in his Resurrección form, you can find his regular outfit somewhere on here wink-wink), Kenpachi Ryuya, Betsuyaku Taisuke Their stories take place in an au btw

Ikkon "Capitano" Agreda Refused his number Zanpakuto: Tiamtum. Doesn't look like a katana at all, it's a silver brass knuckle knife Resurrección: Orca. However, no special form is obtained when activated Other: h-207cm, w-about 130kg

Ikkon's animal prototype is orca, the most fearsome sea predator. I wanted to give themes to the members of my Arrancar troupe (aside from literally being inspired by theatre, circus, etc.) and settled on self-destructive attitudes and relationships☝🤓 So his theme is anger, resentment and revengefulness. Many in the troupe call him by his nickname, "Capitano", but Ikkon is not a Spaniard who came from far away like his theatrical counterpart, he has no army and in this respect, he resembles Captain Ahab who blindly hunts for his own death with his decisions. Incredibly and sometimes unreasonably vicious and cruel, firmly believing that if the world and its creatures have treated him with nothing but cruelty since his birth, he shouldn't treat the world any differently. He has no sporting interest in violence. Ikkon can have fun in the process - even dance as a mockery - but he is not interested in fair fights purely for the sake of finding a worthy opponent, so he hates when opponents try to initiate small talk during encounters. He would be much more happy if his prey would just shut up and die. Ikkon is dismissive towards everyone around him and keeps them at arm's length even when he seems to like someone, and he is more than happy with his position as a "hired force" since he refused to play a role in the troupe and kinda sticks around to find himself new things to kill time with or, well, kill. He has murdered a great number of Arrancar either for fun or because of some quarrels and dug himself an even deeper grave. Despite actually having some semblance of self-awareness, he always finds someone to blame. Technically, he's just a big, angry kid who's lucky enough to have a huge power advantage over literally all of his kin and who's is so stuck in his own anger, so limited by it that he's unable to change at this point. His views have gotten him nowhere but to an aimless, stupid and painful death, which he'd always predicted for himself, but even then he's managed to do his own thing and took the shinigami who fought him out in the process. "If I go down, you go down with me." He mainly relies on his immense physical strength, size, and good fighting ability, but he also uses Sonído, Cero, Bala, and other delights of the Arrancar form. His personal ability is blowing bubbles filled with compressed spiritual energy hundreds of times stronger than when it's just surrounding him. When they burst at his command, they release it in the form of powerful waves that, depending on the opponent's spiritual energy, can either blow their head off from the pressure or just topple them over. His Resurrección doesn't give him a cool orca-man form but works kinda like a Domain Expansion. The lack of any new physical abilities or a new form when released is paid off by the fact that Ikkon's Reiatsu at a large radius from him is so intense that it creates a pressure similar to that of being submerged deep underwater. It's called Hadal Zone (Ultra Abyssal) because of it. He can easily tinker with this pressure and change it back and forth with various rapidity, so he can give his enemy either a decompression sickness or an instant death from rupture… of pretty much everything… It's up to him, but he's more fond of killing shinigami, humans, and his kin with his own hands rather than standing aside while it's happening.

Ikkon's far more cool and talented in all sorts of things than people give him credit for. He has a very strong singing voice and sometimes sings to himself when he's alone. But nothing more than that. He's not ashamed of his talent, in fact, he takes pride in it but being the object of attention of the troupe is worse than death itself to him, so it's kinda his fault people tend to overlook things abt him. He actually finds most of the members annoying. Especially their voices thanks to his extra sensitive hearing. It gets so bad that if he were to fight shinigami in the world of the living he'd probably bawl his eyes out due to the noise pollution and not be focused enough to do anything. He also lives on the outskirts of the cathedral-like building, where the other Arrancar reside, in a cave of some sort. Not because he's not a part of the whole mess but because he feels safer and calmer in the place he's been living alone in for a couple of hundred years now, even in his hollow form. Named after two musicians - Federico Augusto Ágreda ��lvarez (Zardonic) and Niko "Ikon" Lehdontie (Oranssi Pazuzu). Theme songs: Twelve Foot Ninja - Coming For You, Staind - Change, Combichrist - Throat Full of Glass, Seether - Pride, P.O.D. - Listening For The Silence, Найк Борзов - Слышу Тьму. Heavily lyrics-oriented I guess?? Whatever… Tbh he's grown on me over time and the more I think abt him the less I wanna kill him off (and Ryuya too) but for the sake of keeping the story intact, there's an alternative route where he almost dies but doesn't. Maybe I'll write it down later but first I need to tell you about Volto so ehh… We'll see I guess.

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I saw this post and I was wondering if you write Malleus' too, is okay for you to make that?

How to win a heart of Malleus Draconia?

a/n: I started posting my writings here because I want to improve my English — so I technically wouldn't make this request. But! Someone on Wattpad (where I take requests) asked for the same thing, so I rolled up my sleeves and wrote this guide today in both languages. Enjoy~

1. Don't be afraid of him.

It is said that the first impression is the most important.

So when you first saw this guy walking through the corridor of Diasomnia, it was hard for you to get rid of that view from your head.

Illuminated both by the green magic flames set in the lobby, as well as by the moon, which eventually managed to break through the dark clouds and with a bright glow appear in the windows of the dormitory, he seemed... lonely and beautiful.

You shuddered as you took a step down the hallway and the dark-haired man turned to you. He measured you with his emerald eyes. And then you recognized him; all the conversations about the mysterious and fearsome Malleus Draconia flew through your head.

Everything told you to rush towards the hallway and run as far as possible, but a piece of you found it inappropriate. Or rather, no one would want to chase everyone away from themself... right?

When you realized you were looking at him for a while, you took a deep breath and nod slightly.

"Good evening, Draconia-san," you said quickly. After a while you added, "The moon is beautiful today, don't you think?”

 2. Smile a lot.

Today was a really wonderful day: the test was postponed, your favorite dish was given in the canteen, and for some reason, the last two lessons were canceled – your class had to make just a quick note about a topic and it took less than fifteen minutes.

"Something happened?" Malleus asked, seeing how almost in the jumps you walk past him. When you looked at him, he added, "You smile a lot.”

"I can stop smiling if you want," you made a sad face, but after a while, the corners of your mouth began to tremble uncontrollably and twisted up again. "Oops, I can’t. Today... it was such a good day... that I think I'm slowly using my life's happiness.”

"I didn't say that smiling is bad," he said. "You look so much better when you smile.”

"Oh," you sighed with apparent surprise. "Is it a compliment?"

"It’s rather a fact..?"

 3. From time to time visit him during club activities.

"Is this a class of the ‘Gargoyle research society club’?” with a deaf knock you opened the door. Malleus turned to you, making a break from browsing through the materials gathered in the library about the history of each of the gargoyles on the school grounds. And there were a lot of them.

"Yes," he replied briefly, getting up. "Do you need something, [Name]?"

"Not at all, my club don’t have a meeting today," you said, closing the door behind you.

You looked around: the room was as clean as ever, except for one desk, where were laid several huge volumes about statues in NRC.

“Are you here alone?” You said before you thought. You lowered your eyes to see Malleus nodding unconcerned slightly. You blinked several times trying to think of what else you could say. "This room... could be a secret base," that was the first thing that came to your mind. Malleus turned his head to one side, uncertain of your response.

“A secret base..? Why?”

"I have no idea," you admitted quickly. "But the very existence of a mysterious point is interesting, isn't it? Doing normal things, such as watching movies or just talking, seems more interesting in places like this,” After a moment of silence, you sighed. "You know what, this idea with the base is stupid”

"We can try," he replied with serious tone. You raised your eyes to see how he looked around the room. "But you'll just have to explain this idea to me in more detail. We can also tell Lilia, Silver and Sebek about it...” he smiled as if seeing your five together in his thoughts was a pleasure. "It will be surely... fun.”

 4. Get yourself a Tamagotchi.

"Look!" you spin a new key chain on your finger. You finally stopped and showed it to Malleus. "Now they are matching!”

A small electronic toy, in a dark green screen that, when it flashed, showed a virtual, pixelated animal. You were impressed with how good quality it was made, especially since you only gave the Shroud brothers a sketch of a toy that Malleus owned.

Your keychain was exactly the same, just a different color and with another pet.

Malleus pulled out his own device and put it on the table. He pressed one of the buttons and a small pet appeared on the keychain – a dragon.

"They can now be friends," you brought your toy closer to so-called Gao-Gao Dragon-kun.

"Do you think so?" He asked in a very surprised tone, but it sounded as if in a moment he were about to burst out with an inexplicably joyful and surprised laugh.

"Of course. Everyone needs a decent friend, no?”

 5. Gain the trust of Lilia, Silver and Sebek.

Lilia, one of Malleus' closest people. It is much more likely that you will meet him before Malleus. He will be very proud when he learns that Malleus has found a friend. If you become a taster of Lilia, in terms of his pastries, he will 100% like you, and at 20% you will leave the kitchen alive and well.

Silver, who has mastered the art of sleeping in any conditions. It's easy to get him into your plans, although with the craziest ones he will hesitate. Rather well-disposed towards everyone, he can cover for you when you are not in class— but he usually inadvertently falls asleep and both of you often have penal assignments after school.

Sebek, faithful to Malleus, if he doesn't like you, you won't have too many opportunities to stay by Malleus's side without a thunderous glances at you. He will recognize you if you will listen carefully to his monologues about his master and as a sign of your friendship, he will teach you by heart of all the titles and achievements of Malleus so far.

With this trio by your side, you can get a lot further than you might have imagined...

 6. Be a master in hide and seek.

You’d give your right arm that your breath was too loud.

You pressed your hands to your mouth as you crouched in the corner of the room.

From whose voices you already heard, you knew that Lilia had already found Sebek. This meant that you or Silver would still be helping cook dinner since Malleus didn’t come at the start of the game.

This may seem silly, but the ability to play classic games was one of the elements of the art of survival in Diasomnia.

It was thanks to games like ‘stone-paper-scissors’, hide and seek or tag that household chores fell on the shoulders of the losers. Lilia loved the idea, and there was always a proud smile on his lips when he saw his beloved children play together.

You heard the steps behind you and shivered.

Very slowly you turned around and looked up to see Malleus standing over you and wondering what you were doing, crouching in the darkest corner of the room.

Puns were also included in the survival pack.

Fearing that Lilia would hear your whisper, you put your finger on your mouth, asking him not to say a word. You put a begging eye into it – all but not cooking with Lilia. Not again.

Malleus nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation, although he smiled.

Really, no one would want Malleus to be an enemy.

Or at least in such a situation.

 7. Do not hesitate to ask him for help with learning.

"In theory, you should focus on the space around you," Malleus pulled a wand in front of him. It flashed, and almost at the same time, a thin but incredibly strong protective barrier was created around him. “Weaker spells can be reflected. In turn, the stronger ones are better to block”

You nodded understandingly.

Defensive magic was not something easy to understand. Most depended on the person against whom the counter spell was being prepared. And there are countless people who walk on this Earth and want to start fights.

"Unique spells block or avoid physically," he continued. You nodded at every subsequent sentence, slowly feeling like all the lessons are eventually gaining transparency. “Using unique magic against unique magic, the stronger will win, both will lead to explosions or completely reduce.

He looked at you when you wrote down the last sentence in your notebook.

"I sincerely hope that you will only need this information in class," he said with a sigh. "If you need help, call me. I will come. I promise.”

 8. Sometimes be persuaded to wear extravagant clothes.

"Do you really think it suits me?" you turned around, looking at yourself from every possible angle in the mirror.

You were going to the theater in a few classes to see some era-related play that you've been discussing now in history lessons. Everyone, respecting the reputation, actions and achievements of theatre, dressed in their best clothes.

Malleus stood next to you.

He was already wearing a black and white outfit with green accessories. They all worked so well together and fitted him like a glove that you were sure that the whole outfit was made especially for him.

"Yes," he replied. "Everything you put on today suited you very well.”

Once again, with critical eyesight, you looked at the outfit, face and hair, before you quickly turned off the lights in the room and closed the door behind you.

Then you smiled at Malleus.

"We can go now," you said. You made your way through the portal to the main NRC building. "And... thank you for your help.

"My pleasure," he said. Under no circumstances was it just a polite formula. He really loved looking at you.

 9. Invite him to your birthday/party.

"Another break from school soon, huh?" — you muttered, leaning against the railing.

You took a deep breath and let the fresh, pleasant air refresh you.

"Are you going to home, [Name]?" Malleus asked. Green lights were still flying around him, so you guessed he’d just appeared here.

"I haven't decided yet," you sighed. "It would be nice to go home, but the break won't be very long... Ah, that's right!” you straightened up and turned to him. "How about spending another break together? As soon as I can, I will contact my family... although I cannot promise anything.”

Though he did not show it, Malleus' heart beat a little faster.

Spend free time? With someone? With someone he likes?

"Of course," he sounded less calm than he thought. He wasn’t often invited anywhere, even for the things he should have been on, so there was a lot of excitement growing in his body. "I don't see anything against it.”

 10. From "The Great Malleus Draconia-sama" to "Love".

"Ah, The Great Malleus-sama!" you sighed theatrically, taking from him a box of chocolates with a joyful smile. You could promise that because of this dark-haired boy here, you slowly become pampered. "Thank you for your generosity!”

Malleus frowned.

"The Great Malleus-sama"..?” he pondered, putting his fingers to his chin. "Did Sebek told you again to call me with this title?"

"No," you laughed softly at his reaction. "I did it out of curiosity. Maybe I could call you some cute nickname, hmm?" you smiled mischievously.

"For example?"

"By adding ‘-chan’ to your name?” you turned on your phone and typed something related to the nicknames. You started reading suggestions and struggled to hold back from laughing. ” ’Sunshine’, ‘star’, ‘flower’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘love’...

"I like the last one," he said, and the invisible force stung you to the ground.

"Would you like me to call you like that? Out of curiosity or out of love?" You laughed, but your cheeks were all red with blushes.

He smiled sincerely at your reaction.

"Hmm, I wonder..?"

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Here There be Monsters: Mage Basic Intros (Part 1)

Hyousa

She/her, Red Mage.

Her history is fairly normal. While her mother died in Hyousa’s early childhood, she was close with her father and lived happily enough even after the loss. She joined the Organization willingly for the sake of making a difference in the world, even mostly unaware of how difficult that would be. Cream was given to her as a Familiar a couple years in. 

Cheerful, energetic, and persistently optimistic, Hyousa is the kind of person who aggressively sees the best in the world and everyone in it. While some people consider her hopelessly naive, her determination can’t be beat. Hyousa is actively, willingly kind to everyone who crosses her path, whether they deserve it or not. She chooses to see the best. 

Her magic is the typical Red— pure power made of her own magical energy. It’s completely suited for physical combat, but somehow, Hyousa manages not to make it violent. She fights to help people!

5′5, 19. Thin, girlish build which nonetheless carries quite a bit of lean muscle. Short, cinnamon brown hair worn mostly slicked back and out of her face, with only a few strands escaping to fall on her forehead. Wide, bright brown eyes, fair skin. She constantly fidgets around. 

Sinclair

She/her, Purple Mage.

After growing up at an orphanage following the death of her parents in an unfortunate accident, Sinclair willingly joined the Organization as a way of making use of her magic. She’d mostly taught it to herself as a way of looking after the orphanage’s children, and once she had access to a real way to improve it, she wanted to learn how to use it properly. 

Sinclair’s personality is best defined as motherly. She’s an incredibly kind, soft person who others feel innately comfortable around. However, she’s also strict on those who do wrong and wants to see people improve, not be coddled. Caretaking is in her nature. She looks after those around her and does her best to keep everyone happy and well. 

Her magic primarily operates around charms imbued with curses and blessings. While she generally prefers to use the blessings to help her allies, when she sets her mind to a curse, it’s deadly. 

5′6, early 30′s. Fat, with a pear-shaped, soft build. Wide through the hips and all-around soft. Black, frizzy hair worn around shoulder-length, with shorter-cut bangs. Black eyes, round glasses, and soft, sweet features. Moderately dark brown skin. 

Livva

She/her, Yellow Mage.

Born with an innate magic known as the “human sealing container”, Livva was highly valued even from childhood. She spent her early years being passed between “homes” and different people who owned her— usually to use her for her magic or to own an expensive prize—, until the Organization took possession of her instead. 

Serious, cold, and disinterested in the world, Livva is the kind of person who rarely shows fondness for anything. She’s seen some of the most selfish sides of humanity, so her worldview is quite corrupted. The things she does are only because she’s forced to, and she has no real attachment or loyalty to anyone or anything. She just exists. 

Her magic, as mentioned above, is sealing-based. A seal on her tongue allowed her to hold “objects” inside of her body and release them at will. These things range from artifacts to spells, to even offensive energy. 

5′10, mid 20′s. Tall, slightly pear-shaped build with notable curves. White, fluffy hair that falls to her shoulders and has considerably more volume towards the ends. Dark brown, somewhat lifeless eyes, fair skin. Posture is always stiff and near-perfect. 

Madeleine

She/her, Orange Mage.

An amnesiac, she lacks any memories from what she assumes to be almost twenty years of life. She only remembers her time with the Organization, and is currently in the process of trying to discover more about her past— including a large, mysterious scar across her chest. However, she doesn’t necessarily want to look too deeply. 

Madeleine is friendly, open, and upbeat. Despite her internal issues, she tries to make life better for herself and the people around her. She’s close friends with Sinclair, likes to use her magic for other people’s enjoyment, and is generally a very kind-hearted sort. However, when it comes to missions, she has a serious, brutal side that comes out. 

Her magic is similar to Sinclair’s but involves food (specifically sweets) instead of handmade charms. Her desserts have a variety of effects and are more useful in a conflict situation than you’d expect. 

5′9, early 30′s. Tall, athletic, curveless build with wide shoulders and strong legs. Dark brown, thigh-length hair worn in thick box braids and a high ponytail. Dark, warm-undertoned skin and sparkling brown eyes. Large, diagonal scar across her chest from collarbone to navel. 

Aurora

She/her, Green Mage.

Born without her left leg from the knee down. It took a while to find her a suitable prosthetic, but after getting a highly functional one and practicing plenty, she’s completely adjusted to it. She’s always lived in the shadow of her older sister, Rosaria, who she both adores and resents thanks to a feeling of having to live up to her success. 

Strict, intense, and serious, Aurora is the picture of ambition and hard work. She’s always felt a need to compensate for her self-perceived weaknesses and feeling of being “second best”. However, her cold exterior hides a warm heart and burning passion. She’s the type to never give up on anyone or anything when she sets her mind to them. 

Aurora’s magic, as Green magic always is, is derived from the world around her. The main way she uses it is to increase her speed, agility, and mobility through absorbed energy from other moving objects. 

5′7, early 20′s. Slim, straight build with long legs and a narrow shape. Long, hip-length, white hair worn loose and straight with bangs and shoulder-length sidelocks. Intense gray eyes with pale lashes. Black and silver, high-tech prosthetic from below the knee down on her left leg. 

Ranisha

She/they, Blue Mage.

The oldest of many siblings, Ranisha had to grow up fast and take on a lot of responsibility. Developing excessive maturity so early gave her a jaded, logical outlook on the world, where she prioritizes what needs to be done instead of what she wants. She joined the Organization for money as well as something to do with herself that felt like success. 

Ranisha is most notably aloof, cold, and efficient. She takes her work very seriously, places her job before any personal desires, and doesn’t make friends easily or well. Seemingly uninterested in anything but what’s assigned to her, many people feel intimidated by her strict nature and harsh standards. She butts heads with Vash quite a bit. 

Her magic turns written symbols into weapons manifested solely from her energy. Ranisha favors guns over bladed weapons, can use anything from small pistols to larger rifles, and her accuracy is near-unmatched.

5′8, early-mid 20′s. Fairly average build with slight curves. Somehow petite despite her height. Black, thick hair styled in a short, natural faux hawk with close-cropped sides. Black eyes, dark, cool-toned skin, and pleasant features that are always set in a stern, neutral expression. 

Katz

He/him, Brown Mage.

While he grew up as a relatively normal Mage, Katz considers getting involved with the Organization to be the worst mistake he ever made. The job is stable and suits his skills well, but the people he has to deal with drive him absolutely insane. He developed a stress-related drinking habit from a young age, which did nothing to help his nasty attitude.

Katz is the kind of person who’s hit his breaking point. He’s an angry, bitter man who’s perpetually exhausted, short-tempered with everyone around him, and a raging alcoholic on top of all of that. While he’s very good at what he does, Katz is the type who most want to stay far away from. His dead-eyed glare is incredibly intimidating. 

His magic focuses on sealing. Specifically, sealing the powers of others. Katz creates items that, when placed on someone’s body, restrain some or all of their magic to whatever extent he crafted them to. 

5′11, mid 30′s. Thicker build that’s on the stockier side of muscular. Reddish taupe-colored hair worn in a short style that falls about to his ears and is often slicked back. Fair skin, dark eyes, and a good amount of stubble on his upper lip, cheeks, and chin. Perpetual scowl. 

Emilio

He/they, Purple Mage.

A lot of Emilio’s life has been spent wishing he was something other than himself. He grew up relatively average, but underwent a fair amount of bullying for being shy and reclusive. When he learned magic, his main goal was to change himself— and he did that completely. He’s always trying to hide from the person he used to be. 

Emilio is best described as a charismatic jokester. Despite being very much a “class clown” type, he exudes so much pleasant, cheerful energy that people can’t help but be drawn to him. However, underneath his sunny disposition is a serious, capable man who wants to give his best to the people close to him... as well as something of a dark side. 

The magic he uses revolves around shapeshifting. Emilio can change his own appearance at will and is known to constantly be doing so. No one is sure what his original appearance is, and Emilio isn’t telling. 

Mid 20′s. Everything about Emilio’s appearance varies. He can change his height, hair color, eye color, features, build, and more with a simple spell, and he does that frequently. He seems to favor taller, more handsome looks, though, and usually retains bright hair and eye colors. 

Vash

He/him, Orange Mage.

Trained in magic from a young age, Vash made it his mission to be as good at it as possible— and gather all the admiration and respect he can. He’s never experienced much in the means of personal hardship, but the standards he’s placed on himself do plenty of damage. He’s been in the organization since he was fifteen, thanks to his family’s choices. 

Short-tempered, viciously ambitious, and high-strung to a fault, the main things in life that drive Vash are gaining the approval of everyone around him and making himself look as impressive as possible. He’s a hot-blooded teenager in every sense of the word, and painfully unaware of his own inexperience and how dangerously reckless he can be. 

Vash’s magic is typical for the Orange kind. He uses elemental powers; in his case, fire. Despite being made of magic, this fire burns just like the real thing and is every bit as destructive and hard to control. 

19, 5′8. Skinny, lanky build with less muscle than you’d expect. Straight, chin-length, black hair usually worn covering one eye. Pale skin, orange eyes, and numerous silver piercings all over his body. Extensive burn scars covering him from his magic going haywire.

Alexander

He/him, Brown Mage.

Born to a prestigious and high-class Mage family, Alexander grew up in the lap of luxury. He was spoiled to a fair extent, but the consequences are fortunately mild. Told from a young age that he’s destined for great things and incredibly capable, Alexander has always felt like he doesn’t have to do much of anything to be successful and loved. 

Alexander is friendly, sociable, polite, and generally pleasant to be around. He’s the kind of charismatic person who draws others to him whether he tries to or not. However, he also has an unfortunate tendency of viewing people as lesser than him and expects things that he shouldn’t more often than not. He’s also worryingly naive. 

The magic he uses relates to forcefields. Alexander can generate and manipulate forcefields out of his magical energy, and uses them for defense as well as offense. Their purposes are quite varied. 

6′1, early 20′s. Tall, broad-shouldered, elegant build. Dark red, wavy hair worn in a short-ish cut and sometimes styled with a low ponytail or pins holding the side back. Dark hazel eyes, handsome features, and fair skin. A perpetually welcoming smile and the posture of a trained nobleman. 

[bangtan-sinnamons]

Exotic

Part 2

⤞ Paring: Snake!Jungkook x Human!reader

⤞ Summary: When you are stranded on an island full of hybrids, a little someone is excited to meet you.

⤞ Genre: Fluff, Romance, Sprinkle of angst

⤞Warning: None that I can think of.

⤞ Word count:  2,323

UMM I put a bit more angst than I planned on. Pt 2 if y’all love soft kook.

Grudgingly you tried to get up, but quickly realized how futile it was when you had to bite your lip to avoid tears from slipping out. A sharp pain pierced your head and colorful spots flashed your vision, it felt like your whole body had been worn away ceasing every movement to ache. The ground beneath you seemingly wrapped you in its coldness and your damp clothes didn’t seem to help.

For perhaps a split second, you were no longer worried about freezing to death. A rigid feeling grazed your skin and its warm touch made you cease your shaking from coldness, but the fact that you didn’t recognize what was touching you made you anxious. Your vision becomes slightly clearer and you notice someone’s arm have wrapped around your form as they lay beside you. The blood drains from your face, your eyes expanding when you finally see what seems to be a human with scaly patches covering his body.

When he noticed you had stop shaking, he glanced at your expression and he was just surprised as you were, “Oh um Hi,” He nervously breathes out. “You were shivering and I wanted to give you my warmth…I didn’t know you were awake. I’m sorry,” he rambles as he unwraps his arms around you.

“You…” Your voice came out harshly and uneven. Your eyes danced around at your surroundings noticing you were in some sort of cave. You could see the hybrid twitched involuntarily at the corner of your eyes, his mouth formed a tense pout as he awaits for your next words. “You saved me?...Thanks,” you whispered. You were parched and your voice no longer held a sustainable tone.

His eyes brimmed with joy forming little crescents at your words. He felt so full of joy from a simple thanks. That’s when he realized his life wasn’t so bad, if you were by his side. His customary cautious poker face that he had adopted throughout the years exploded into a radiant smile. How did you break his barrier so easily? He sweared he was mentally stronger than this. “I’M…” he said too loudly before stoping to contain his excitement. “I am Jungkook,” he smiles, but If he had a tail you would have seen him wag a 100 miles per hour.

“Hey…I’m Y/N,” you manage to smile back at him and he looks pleased at himself.  

He scooted a bit closer to you, to hopefully give you enough body heat again, “How did you get here?” His head tilts in curiosity. He never met a human this close on the island. Well, he didn’t really meet any of the other hybrids either, but this new experience excited him. At first, Jungkook didn’t care when he saw a lifeless human on the shore, he assumed it was one of the evil people who had brought all the hybrids here to rot in their demise, but this human didn’t wear the typical bright and ugly yellow outfit. He slid over to you out of pure curiosity, but he never realized he would bring you into his cave.

“I’m not sure. My last memory was being in a yacht,” you say as you examined the man. His eyes were round and seemed to have glowed when the moon illuminated his hues from the cave. The other noticeable feature besides his scales were his canines being slightly longer than usual. You notice Jungkook give out a soft yawn before looking at you again .“Sorry…I’m probably intruding. Shouldn’t you go to sleep? You helped me a lot already,” you say as he hands you a large leaf filled with water.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m mostly nocturnal.” He smiles as he watches you gulp down the water.

You wiped your wet stained lips when the water dribbled down. “May I ask what hybrid you are?” You heard some people back at home talking about hybrids, but you never really believed it. Now seeing one right in front of you, definitely peaked your interest.

Jungkook was shocked at the question, he didn’t expect you to ask so soon. All the reasons not to reveal his identity came flooding in, as if he would fall back into his hole of anxiety if he did. He panicked with the thought that you would leave him like all the other hybrids, when he told them that he was a snake hybrid. You were already incredibly nice and he didn’t want it to come crashing down, at least not yet.

The words didn’t come out and you noticed his eyes flickering about. “I didn’t mean to pry. Can I just say, I feel oddly inclined to trust you,” you admitted.

“You do?” He stammered. “Thanks, Y/n” The nervous tingle he felt vanish and he was back to his bubbly self.

You sighed in satisfaction when the mood was uplifted once more. “By the way, do you know a way I can get back home?”

He felt conflicted. He wanted to help you, but at the same time he hoped you would somehow stay in his lonely place he had called home. Although he wants you, needs you, maybe even love you... presumably you will have to walk away. In this world, he was never supposed to meet you anyway. He couldn’t possibly steal your happiness for his greedy heart. “Yes, I do,” a soft but audible whisper left his lips. He tells you about how the government had dumped hybrids on this island in order to keep the idea of such beings as a fantasy and away from human minds. He mentions the weekly shipment of hybrids and that’s how you could escape. All you had to do was wait for another 6 days, stand on the dock and go in their ship. Before you know it, the sun had risen and the sleep in Jungkook’s eyes becomes apparent.

“Sleep well, Kook. Thanks for everything,” you soothed as his eyelids seemed to droop.

The nickname he earned continued to soften his cold heart, but your words made him nervous. Why did it sound like a farewell? He tried to stay awake by shaking his head vigorously. The soft hand rubbing his hair didn’t help and he snoozed off into your arms. You had relocated him onto the light that seeped through the cave before stepping out into the wilderness, beyond his small cave.

You started walking, inching toward nothing in particular and enjoying the warm rays. It was different from just going into your backyard to bask in the sun. The wilderness aspect made you feel more free, besides the fact that you were moving agonizingly slow due to the aches in your legs.

Just as you saw a creek nearby, you heard heavy footsteps crunching the leaves. It got increasing louder and moved towards you. You didn’t move a muscle and you held your breathe, somehow believing it would go away if you stayed silent.

“Human?” A raspy voices calls out. “So this new smell was you,” a male hybrid walks out from behind the tree. He was very tall and his shoulder was broad. His face was engraved with a frown. He shook his head in disapproval when he noticed where you had come from. “So you met the snake,”

“Who?” Your brows creased in confusion.

“That cave,” he pointed to Jungkook’s place with a disgusted look on his face. “The snake is really sly, he really likes to size up his prey and treat them nicely before he eats them,”

“He would not. You don’t even seem to know his name, so who are you to judge,” You critizited. His round ears flopped downward before he began to walk closer to you. Way to close and for some reason even though you had talked back to him, he still had an intimidating aura that made you freeze.

  He lowered his head near your ear and you felt his breathe on your skin. “I’m just trying to help you out human,” He tries to suppress a growl, but it felt threatening nonetheless. You were afraid, but you try not to let it show. “I’m a bear hybrid I could protect you way better than that fool. Plus I saw a boat sailing nearby that’s probably looking for you. Don’t you want to go home?” he fed you lies hoping you would take it out of desperation. The bear loathed the snake, despised how strong and intelligent he was. He always made sure no hybrid came close, but for some reason you remain unaffected by his words. How dare you go against his wishes.

You backed away from the fuming bear that seemingly wanted to rip your throat , “Too bad I don’t trust you,” it was a risk to provoke a bear hybrid, but the adrenaline pulsing through you made you stick your tongue out before heading towards the creek. It was silent for a while and you had a silver of hope that you won the verbal battle. If it got physical you were fucked. The throb in your body still remained and you were starving. One punch and you are a goner for sure.

“You’re hungry right. I can help,” he made himself known again, but in a calmer manner than before. His fake personality masked over once more, a smile appearing on his face. He really thought you were oblivious to his trick.

You dipped your feet into the cool water that rushed past in a refreshing way. The bear was unwavering from his spot, he stalked you like a small prey. “Don’t need any help,”  You say as you observe the slow moving water for some fish. You were able to spot something glimmer in the early morning sun and bended down to get a hold of one. A success, you were glad that you had prior experience. You smirked, seeing the shock register on his face.

“BiTcH. Don’t cry for help when you are eaten alive,” He yells, hands bawling into fists before he shape-shifted and disappeared into the trees. He knew it was pointless to fight a mere human that had no power in the hierarchy of the hybrid world.

Meanwhile, Jungkook shotted up, eyes wandering in search for you.  When he recognized your silhouette coming towards him he smiled, but that smile only lasted for a few seconds.

Jungkook’s nose twitched. He recognized the scent coming off you and worry clouded his thoughts. “Did someone try to hurt you?” He hissed, the suffocating smell invaded his cave. Nothing good came from this scent, he had associated it with the depths of hell and the fact that it covered you angered him. He wasn’t able to protect you. “He hurt you didn’t he,” his voice raised up fifty octaves.

He bares his fangs and his forked tongue flicks out subconsciously. He didn’t even realize how all those years of repressing his animalistic side was becoming undone by the second. You watch as his pupils contracted into a vertical slit. His attention was solely focused on you, cutting off anything that could possibly distract him. That’s when he noticed how stiff you were and how your soft smile no longer condoned your facial features.

“Kook…I’m okay. I can kick ass,” you made the effort to sound reassuring, despite how weak you feel.

He sighed, you probably knew that he was a snake by now, but for some reason you didn’t act any different. All the friends that he made ran away after this scent was on them, yet you were still here. This gave him the confidence he thought he didn’t need, but now he couldn’t help but love you even more. “Thats good,” he huffed. Silence filled the cave and he insisted to hear more reassurance. “You really trust me?” he trembled.

The simple caress of his hair became a fulfillment of his desire and crave for affection. “Yes,” you said, running your hand through his hair again until he seemingly purred against your hand. That’s all he needed before his shoulder fell from its intensity and his pupil dilated back to its original state. To be trusted is a great acknowledgment than being loved. If that’s all you can offer then he would gladly accept it.

How did anyone want to hurt this little ball of sunshine? It was as if all the pain in his world had finally found a voice. “I would fight him if I needed to,” you laughed, lightening the mood.

“Fight a bear?!? Don’t do that…” he mumbled, resting his head on your shoulder.

You raised a brow and a sly face appeared, “Kook if I could..” You laughed, when you registered the shock plastered on Jungkook’s face as you shoved him to the floor, one of your hands easing into the space above his right hip. He didn’t even realize that it was where he was most ticklish. Now making him squirm and laugh uncontrollably. “If I could beat you. I can beat a god damm bear”

You were on top of him and his face was brighter than ever. Not Fair. So not fair. He loved you so much even though he’s known you for 10 hours… how can he be so hopelessly in love.

Of course he didn’t dare push you off, so he allowed your assaults to continue, until laughing brought aches in his stomach. You bended down to give a kiss on his nose before you lay beside him , “You got a very boopable nose,” you innocently acknowledge without noticing how Jungkook literally turned into putty in your hands. How was he gonna handle it when you leave him. This left a bittersweet taste in his mouth, but he was gonna enjoy this moment for now. Because there’s nothing better than deep breaths after laughing so hard. Nothing that feels as great as a sore stomach for the right reason.

Part 2

[wwilloww]

⛸ Hi, hello. Welcome to my shower thoughts. What if. It starts out in this dystopian society where there are arranged marriages and everything is regulated by like one person or a council or something. Originally, the OC or Y/N is engaged to [x bts member] and, they’re just about to get married the day that the dystopia crumbles! Now, OC / Y/N is actually in love with [x bts member]- but, [x bts member] isn’t (or doesn’t think they are- you decide) in love with OC or Y/N. ANGST. BUT WAIT! ⛸

anonymous said: 

⛸ THERS MORE. So~ [x bts member] after like three months of reader/OC being heartbroken, lead on, and helpless, starts pursuing someone else! Someone new that [x bts member] just met. And so, they start falling in love. Helplessly, hopelessly in love. Love interest of [x bts member] leads them on but ultimately some tragedy happens where they end up breaking [x bts member’s] heart and OC/reader is left to console them and try to comfort them through all that ANGSTTT ⛸

⛸ AND THENNNNN. (Sorry this is taking so many parts- this has just evolved so much in my head 😂) AND THEN! It’s all angsty and sad because OC/reader ends up admitting that they had real feelings for [x bts member] they had to go through the same things alone and had to put on a happy face because they just wanted to be happy [x bts member] is happy 🥺 But yeah!! This has just been expanding in my head and I know I’m never gonna end up writing it so I figured I would just tell you about it😂⛸

⛸but obviouslyyyyy I do not expect you to write this, and you are in no way obligated by it but! If you are inspired by it in any way, you could totally use it and I would totally read it 😂⛸ But yeah, I guess I just figured I’d play 😂 Have a great day/night/whatever time it is where you are!!! Adios!! ☺️💜⛸

NOONNIIEEEEEEE 

hello?!!!!! your brain is a literal GENIUS!!! This is legitimately a fully structured fic that you just dropped into my inbox. Why wouldn’t you write it??? You have such a beautifully strong grasp of this idea and I know you would do an incredible, incredible job of it too. If you do end up writing it, tag me! Please!! 

SO. Back in high school I had a seriously strong dystopian phase. Your idea reminded me a little bit of a story I tried to write (what is it about dystopian stories and love triangles? huh?) I tried to find it to post a snippet of young Willow’s writing, but I couldn’t find it anywhere, so I tried to write something for you. We’re going to say this is a JK fic because he’s the first to come to mind. 

Well. I started writing and it didn’t stop. So now this is officially a drabble. Here we go 😂

UNARRANGED

PAIRING jungkook x reader

GENRE dystopian!au. angst.

WC 734

WARNINGS heartbreak. pining.

AN someone pls tell me to stop writing

Should the city still be burning? Months after your home burnt down there were still fires. They would burst up on a particularly cold night. From the vantage point of the roof, you could see them, burning bright and red until the early hours of the morning, black smoke leeching up into the pristine silver glimmer of the stars. By morning they would usually burn their course, leaving nothing but the wisps of heat lingering in the air. 

Tonight, that’s where you find him. Back hunched, chin resting on his knee. A mile out, a fire rages the size of a city block and his eyes are locked on it. You’re not sure if he’s ignoring you or if he can’t hear you - but nonetheless you walk carefully over the tiles towards where Jungkook sits. 

You sit without word. Breathe deep. Let the silence drape over you until it seems - for him at least - unbearable.

“Is it still supposed to hurt?” he finally says after a couple of minutes. 

“Yeah,” you mumble, jaw clenching. “It always hurts for a while. I guess...” You pause, chewing over your words. “When we love someone we let them lodge inside our hearts. When they walk away from us, I think they take something with them.” 

“Yeah, thats...that’s how it feels.” He sniffs, and you’re not sure if it’s from the cold or if he’s crying. When you peek over at him, his face is dry. Empty. He glances at you and a stiff smile brushes across his lips. “I didn’t think it would be physically painful too. It’s just supposed to be emotions and shit, right? Not like - not like an ache. Like pain. It’s physically painful.” 

“Why shouldn’t it be painful?” You say softly. “Wouldn’t it be worse to have loved and not feel the loss at all?”

He’s silent at that. 

“It sounds like you know what it feels like.” 

“Yeah.” You say softly, chewing on your lip. “I guess I do.” 

He looks at you, studying your face. 

“I never noticed - I didn’t realize you had someone -” 

“There’s a lot you don’t notice, Jungkook.” You can’t help the ice that slips into your voice. He blinks back at you. Reaches for your hand. You don’t want to, but still at his touch, at the sensation of his thumb running over the back of your hand, you melt. It’s so warm. Even after a year, your body still wants to lean into him. “I suppose I didn’t really... have them. Not really.” 

“I’m sorry.” He brings your hand up to his chest where he wraps both arms around it, forcing you to scoot closer. “I suppose that’s better though.” He laughs. “Selfishly, it’s better. That we both know this. That we both can go through it together.”

He’s so dumb, you can’t help but think. Your gaze traces over his features. Even after everything that you both had been through - the burning of the city, broken hearts, destroyed families, decimated lives - his features still sang with the kind of youth that had nothing to do with age.

“The pain - it feels sharp in my chest. In my throat.” 

“Yeah,” you say. “Me too.”

“And I still dream about her sometimes, like she’s still here right beside me. Like she never left.”

“Yeah.” And then softer. “Me too.”

“And there’s a part of me that feels like everything will be fixed if she just came back, if she just gave it another shot. If she just tried.” Your heart clenches and he shakes his head. “But then... then I know that’s not fair. It’s not true. You can’t just ask someone to love you. That’s not how it works.”

“Exactly.” It’s almost a whisper. 

“You know.” It’s said softly. As if he’s also saying thank you.

“I know.”

“Who was it?” he asks. 

You look at him. Eyes wide, heart cracked open just for you. Later on, you won’t be sure if it was something in the air - the smoke, the crisp burn of winter frost - or if it was an impulse, or if it was something about everything you had endured in the past year that made you say it. The building of courage, of callus, of that long, stretching emptiness that never quite seemed to leave the front of your mind. 

“You, Jungkook.” You say, pulling your hand from his. “It was you.” 

[yespleasefandomtrash]

adora contemplating that it’s okay to have wants as well as thinking about how much she loves catra, culminating in an extremely unorthodox proposal (but nonetheless one very fitting for the two of them)

~*~

Adora knew she had problems with… accepting things, as it were. On her first birthday - or what they’d decided was her birthday - as a part of the Rebellion, Glimmer and Bow had refurbished her entire wardrobe. With the help of Angella. She’d be so overwhelmed that not only was it still a struggle for her to wear most of those outfits but she’d also tried to make gifts for each one of them in return. They’d informed her, gently, that birthdays did not operate as exchanges. Their presents to her were tokens of appreciation for her existence, no strings attached and nothing required in response. 

She hadn’t believed them at the time. Or at least hadn’t understood them. How could someone appreciate her solely because she existed? In the Horde, a person had to work to prove their worth. They had to constantly show that they’d earned their positions. They had to justify that they deserved to live, because no one inherently deserved anything when there was no guarantee they’d all make it to see the next day. Then, as She-Ra, every day Adora felt like she had to prove her loyalties to the Rebellion as well as demonstrate her capabilities as a leader. She couldn’t let them down, no matter what the cost. As they learned to trust her, She-Ra’s responsibility shifted to being the savior. There was no one else in the universe who could do what She-Ra could, who held the power that She-Ra held, which meant She-Ra - Adora - had to be ready to do anything for the sake of those who could do nothing.

It was a mantra. A lifestyle drilled into Adora’s mind. Don’t ask, don’t want, and there will be nothing to lose. She should only take what she needed because anything more was unnecessary and would only be a sign of weakness. In the Horde, Shadow Weaver made sure Adora was never weak. In turn, as part of the Rebellion, Adora did the same for She-Ra. She clung to those basics, forcing herself to be content with working towards a greater purpose. Once, to be Force Captain. Then, or perhaps even now, to be She-Ra, and to do whatever it took to save all of Etheria.

You deserve love, too. Mara’s words often echoed in her mind, as if she’d only heard them yesterday and not months ago. Adora had struggled to take that advice to heart. ‘Deserve’ was too fickle of a term - maybe she did deserve love, but the rest of Etheria deserved to live and didn’t that outweigh her own selfish wants?

But she was gradually starting to understand that such concepts did not have to be mutually exclusive. She’d saved Etheria while the love of her life had saved her at the same time. She didn’t have to choose. Or maybe she had chosen, and she’d chosen both.

Adora, much like her girlfriend, had taken to meeting with Perfuma. To help her process… well, everything. She kept this fact private - not because she was embarrassed or anything of the like, but because she simply didn’t want any of her friends to worry. Glimmer was having to iron out the details of co-ruling with King Micah, Bow was helping his dads rebuild and restore their library, and Catra was working harder than anyone just to become accustomed to Bright Moon and to improve her relations with the people she’d hurt during her time at the Horde.

Perfuma’s response to these concerns had been that her problems were not lesser just because she’d convinced herself they were of smaller magnitude, because a person drowning in five feet of water and a person drowning in twenty feet of water were still both drowning, regardless of the difference in depth. They both needed to be saved, and both would need treatment afterwards to survive. In other words, it was okay if her friends worried on her behalf because her problems were as important as anyone else’s. Concern and empathy, Perfuma believed, were the core components of a strong bond between individuals.

Perfuma was undoubtedly right, but Adora kept her talks with the princess to herself all the same.

Another common topic at her sessions was her supposed ‘self-sacrificial’ tendencies. Those tendencies were connected to her difficulty in accepting her inner wants and desires, Perfuma had explained, and her obsessive need to be someone for everyone at any time. If she kept that up, she would eventually stretch herself too thin, hurting herself and perhaps even those around her.

So, with Perfuma’s help, Adora had created a new mantra to live by. She did not have to be everything for everyone. It was okay to want, to be selfish, to love and be loved. Perfuma was delighted to note her progress over the past several months, and Adora couldn’t help but feel pleased with herself, too. Which was also okay. There was no shame in pride and self-love.

In other words… Adora wouldn’t have traded the world she was in for a million new universes to explore.

“So how do you tell the difference between a star and a planet?” Catra asked, frowning up at the sky. “They all look like bright circles to me.”

Adora chuckled at her girlfriend’s blunt question. “I think stars twinkle and planets shine is how most people do it. But I can just… feel it. The difference.”

They were lying on one of the flatter rooftops of Bright Moon’s palace, resting side by side and staring up at the stars together. Catra liked being up high to get away from people, and Adora was more than happy to accompany her in being alone. They tried to climb up and stargaze every week, and while they were not always successful, it made the times they did manage to get away together even more special.

“I guess that’s She-Ra’s influence,” Catra mused. “Feeling the difference without knowing anything about stars.”

Adora laughed. “Probably so. I’ve never studied astronomy in my life, so…”

Catra snorted. “Except for the one time you fell asleep when George was trying to explain constellations to you. So yeah, definitely She-Ra.”

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” The conversation had actually been incredibly interesting - she’d just been exhausted from helping Glimmer with Bright Moon business all day.

George had recently provided them with a copy of a book about stars, as most of Etheria had been ecstatic about their reappearance in the sky. Adora and Catra had spent the past few nights spotting constellations amongst the stars, something Adora - or She-Ra, perhaps - apparently had a knack for. Catra preferred to make up her own, each story she invented for them more ridiculous than the next.

“Hey, is that a constellation?” Catra asked, pointing upwards and to her right at a cluster of stars that formed a vaguely humanoid shape. “Or is it coincidentally a weird pattern that looks like a person?”

Adora had to physically tear her gaze from her girlfriend, turning her head to look up at the sky. Not that the stars weren’t beautiful, but their light didn’t hold a candle to Catra, who in her opinion was a thousand times more stunning. Although she was probably biased on that front. “Yes,” she said after examining the stars Catra had pointed out to her. She actually remembered this particular constellation from George’s book, admittedly only because it was exactly on page 100. “It’s the Huntress constellation. The daughter of a Titan - the Titans were a race of people after the First Ones - sacrificed her life at her father’s hand to save her friends travelling with her. Her father intended to kill them all, and she was willing to do anything to stop him. She was able to trick her father into returning to his prison where he held up the sky, as the First Ones had condemned his fate to be, but in doing so he managed to strike a final blow across her body that ended up being fatal.”

“Parents hurting their children, huh?” Catra murmured. “I guess that’s not something new.”

Adora had been so excited that she’d remembered the story behind a constellation of her own accord that she’d forgotten how tragic this one happened to be. “The girl was actually one of She-Ra’s most loyal lieutenants.” Her own voice had dropped almost to a whisper. “When she died to save everyone, She-Ra immortalized her sacrifice in the stars.” She reached up, tracing the outstretched arm of the girl. “She’s drawing her bow - fighting to protect her friends even in death.”

Adora heard Catra’s claws scrape against the rooftop. “Why are so many of these stories so depressing?” she grumbled. “Someone is always dying to save other people. Why - why can’t a person do good things and just… die of old age or something? Can’t they still be remembered for their achievements without the sacrifice play?”

Adora knew she should have been listening more tentatively to her girlfriend’s words, as there was undoubtedly a lesson there she herself needed to take to heart, but Catra’s profile in the light of the moon was simply too mesmerizing. She couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Even in the low silver light of the moon, the deep blush on Catra’s face was clear.

Adora had to bite back her laughter. “Like what?”

“Like… I’m everything.”

But she was everything. “You’re telling me I’m not allowed to admire my beautiful girlfriend?” Adora teased, rolling onto her side to better face Catra. “That’s not fair.”

“Shut up,” Catra muttered, but there was no acidity in her voice.

Adora leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Catra’s forehead. “I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”

“Yeah, you have this terrible tendency of always telling the truth. The only person worse than you at lying is Scorpia,” Catra grumbled. But she didn’t seem to mind the kiss. “And if you’re going to kiss me, don’t you dare miss my lips on purpose.”

Mm. So Catra definitely didn’t mind the kiss. And Adora was more than happy to oblige with her girlfriend’s requests, though maybe ‘demands’ was a more accurate term. She lifted herself onto her elbows for a better vantage point before leaning down to capture Catra’s lips with her own, humming in satisfaction as her girlfriend began to purr. Maybe it was a silly conclusion to come to but kissing Catra, no, being with Catra was everything Adora wanted and more. She’d give up a thousand lifetimes just for the moment she was living.

No. No. She didn’t need to give anything up. She had what she wanted, there and now. No sacrifice needed to be made because Catra was with her, and no one could take that away from them.

Least of all herself.

“Hey,” Catra said, brow furrowing in concern. She carefully moved the both of them up into sitting positions. “Are you okay? What’s wrong? Wait, are you crying?!” Her voice got more frantic with each question, and she took one of Adora’s hands in her own. “Talk to me.”

Adora reached up with her free hand to touch her face, surprised to find it streaked with tears. She didn’t remember starting to cry. “‘Talk to me’,” she found herself repeating, warmth blossoming in her chest. “You and Perfuma have been working on healthy communication strategies, haven’t you?”

Catra flushed. “I - yeah, maybe” She shook her head. “Dammit, Adora, stop deflecting! I asked about you.”

“I…” Adora hesitated, her free hand dropping to rest on the rooftop. She sighed. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, come on,” Catra scoffed. “You think I’m buying that?”

“I don’t know,” Adora insisted, pushing the hair that had fallen free from her ponytail behind her ear. “I’m just” - she silently cursed as she felt herself getting choked up - “so happy, because I love you and I want you to always be with me and now - now there’s no war that can take us away from each other. I’m… I’m allowed to want you, and to want to be with you. Although that probably makes no sense.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, wiping her tears away with her sleeve. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to kill the mood.”

Catra’s pupils had gone wide, and after a long pause she responded by pressing a fiery kiss to her lips, an unexpected reaction but certainly not an unpleasant one. Adora wasn’t complaining. “Say that again,” Catra mumbled against Adora’s lips. “Say that you want me.”

Adora almost had to fight to break away from the kiss, panting slightly from the intensity. “I want you,” she whispered, pushing her girlfriend’s bangs out of her face. The sincerity in her voice would have normally been terrifying but with Catra she wanted nothing more than to be completely honest. “I want you to be with me for the rest of my life. I want to be selfish. I want to be the only one who gets to call you mine.” She pressed a kiss to Catra’s face between each wish, moving from her nose to her cheek to back to her lips.

Catra’s confidence had long since been replaced by a crimson blush, which Adora did not mind, as flustered was a look she always loved to see on her girlfriend. “You know,” she muttered, leaning in to press their foreheads together, “I didn’t mean for you to start reciting wedding vows to me.”

Adora couldn’t help but laugh. “You know what a wedding is?”

“Mostly. Spinnerella explained it to me.”

“I bet that was an entertaining conversation.”

“Ugh. Netossa seemed to think so.”

Adora absentmindedly stroked Catra’s hair. She’d be lying if she hadn’t thought about marriage. Not much, obviously, because she’d been fighting a war her entire life, but the idea had crossed her mind once or twice. In some ways, a ceremony felt superficial, but being able to share such a blissful moment with friends and the immortalization of a relationship that came with it…

“We should get married,” she decided.

Catra sat bolt upright, pupils wide in surprise and face red in shock. “We should what?”

“Get married,” she repeated. “I want to be with you, you want to be with me. It would be a nice way to make things official, wouldn’t it?”

“Adora, we’re like - we’re not even 20,” Catra sputtered, her ears going flat to her head as her blush deepened. “I mean, I love you more than anything, but aren’t we - aren’t we kind of young?”

Adora could feel her own face turning pink in response as her brain finally caught up with the words that had been leaving her lips. “I - I didn’t mean now!” she stammered, desperately trying to figure out how to rephrase her thoughts. “I just meant, like, eventually, when we’re way older and after we’ve travelled around the entire universe restoring magic and… stuff…” She trailed off, and for a moment they just stared at each other, both too embarrassed to speak.

Catra was the first to break, losing herself in a fit of giggles as she leaned forward to press their foreheads together again. “Of course I’ll marry you one day, dummy. Then no one will ever doubt how much you want me.”

Adora flushed, but she couldn’t stop a happy smile from dancing on her lips. “Sorry that was such a weird proposal.”

“Everything you do is weird. I’m used to it.”

Adora laughed, pressing a light kiss to the top of her girlfriend’s nose. “Good.” Then an idea occurred. A brilliant idea, if she said so herself. Which she did. “So, until then…” She unpinned the golden wing from her belt before carefully attaching it to the left side of Catra’s shirt. “Just so everyone knows how much I love you.”

“More like how possessive you are,” Catra scoffed, though she was smiling as her hand brushed over the pin. “But I guess I’m in no place to say anything about that.”

Adora pressed a chaste kiss to her girlfriend’s lips. “You definitely are not.” She kissed her again, this time catching only the corner of her mouth. “But I love you anyways. I want you. And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

Catra began purring happily, the deep vibration only intensifying as Adora continued to pepper her face with kisses. “If this is your way of reminding me, I don’t see how I ever could.”

Adora started to laugh, but was soon cut off by Catra’s lips crashing against her own, her girlfriend pushing her down against the rooftop.

You deserve love, too.

Adora knew she would continue to struggle with Mara’s words. She knew she would continue to have difficulty grasping how love was freely given and required no sacrifice in return. But she also knew she was getting there. One day at a time.

And the best part?

Catra would always be at her side. Every step of the way.

~*~

[ozai-the-bonsai]

Ghost In The Dark (Valtor x OC)

Link to Chapter 1:

Time Line: Chapter 2 is set a few days before Tecna closes the portal connecting Andros and the Omega Dimension.

Rating: M

*2* Fire Burning Under Your Skin

(Word Count: 3250)

After Hel had calmed down, the Trix had escorted her to an empty bedroom which used to belong to one of the professors before Valtor marked them all. With all the ladies gone, Valtor could finally gather his thoughts in the peaceful silence; however, something was very much disturbing him.

All those years, he had partly blamed Hel for their imprisonment in the Omega Dimension since she had disappeared when he needed her the most. Her incredible arrogance had been the reason why the Company of Light had managed to defeat Hel pitifully easily considering she had been one of the post powerful witches to roam the magical universe –at least that was what Valtor believed before Hel told him what Mandragora had done.

He knew very well that every one of Mandragora’s actions were being controlled by the Ancestral Witches, which meant that they had ordered Mandragora to steal Hel’s ring. They had wanted Hel to be captured.

This is too odd, Valtor thought while he stood in front of the massive window inside the headmistress’s office as his grey eyes thoughtfully gazed upon the dark, night sky. Why would the Ancestral Witches want to get rid of her? During the time we worked for them, they had no complaints about her –in fact, they were greatly pleased with her progress. Unless…

Unless they thought she was becoming a… distraction.

Back then, when they were working together, Valtor had taken a fancy to Hel. Being the fierce and tough woman she was, Hel had played quite hard to get; however, Valtor had always liked a good challenge. The harder the challenge, the sweeter the victory.

The attraction between the two of them had been undeniable and it would have taken a will of titanium not to fall for Valtor’s charms, hence Hel had eventually given into her heart’s deepest desires. Of course, it hadn’t been easy for her to admit that she had been falling for Valtor; even though they had been partners in crime, she had always seen Valtor as a rival.

After all, only one could be the most powerful sorcerer in the magical dimension.

Still, her ambitions hadn’t been powerful enough to keep Hel away from Valtor. The more time they had spent together, the weaker her walls had become and at the end she had been the one to pull Valtor inside her arms.

Upon recalling the nights they had spent together, the edge of Valtor’s lip curled upwards.

Hel had always been a rather physical person; even before the attraction between the two begun to form, she would never miss an opportunity to put her hands on him –the light touch on the shoulder while passing by, the faint contact of the knees under the table… So it had been no surprise when they had found out that they simply weren’t able to keep their hands to themselves at night.

She had a strong effect on him, she had always had, just like a drug and unfortunately, Hel knew how to use this to her advantage. And this is exactly why the Ancestral Witches decided to finish her off, Valtor thought as he shook himself and headed to the desk. Because I let myself get so unnecessarily distracted by her.

Seems like nothing has changed –despite all those years we’ve spent apart and despite all the blame I’ve put on her, she is still magnetic.

Clearing his head, Valtor pushed every single thought about Hel away from his mind and continued reading Cloud Tower’s spell books from where he had left off until his peace was disturbed by a presence lurking inside the shadows. The sorcerer’s grey eyes didn’t even leave the book between his hand as he spoke.

“I thought you wanted to get a beauty sleep, not a two-hour-nap.” Valtor said, he was sitting on the chair with his legs crossed on the desk, as always. Upon hearing his voice, Hel stepped out of the shadows behind the bookcase. She had her usual sleepwear on her: a silver-coloured, silk set consisting of a tank top and shorts.

“The voices of the dead don’t allow me to rest, unfortunately.” she responded and yawned while she was walking towards the desk “Some serious chaos took over the Underworld during my absence.”

Valtor eyed the dark haired woman for a moment before speaking “Do they know you’re back?”

Hel shook her head “No but some of them has begun to feel my presence and they are trying to reach their queen.” she said and grimaced “Do you have any idea how annoying it is to hear countless different voices in your head while you’re in the middle of a pleasant dream?”

“I can only imagine,” Valtor responded as he put down the book he was holding onto the desk, his eyes following Hel’s movements as she walked past the desk and stood in front of the window, her back facing him “But I suppose it would have been better for you to deal with the problems of the Underworld in person instead of complaining about them to me.”

Hel rolled her eyes in annoyance “I am not going anywhere before you explain,” she said and turned to look at Valtor with her arms crossed over her chest “Why the fuck you’ve left me in the Omega Dimension.”

She’s hurt, Valtor thought as he analysed Hel’s tone and gestures. Because she wouldn’t have left me behind if she had been the first one to escape the ice.

Taking a deep breath, Valtor let his legs down and stood up from the chair “Would you wake a potential rival from their eternal sleep, Hel?” he asked while he took slow steps towards her.

The dark haired woman let out a cold, scornful laughter “Perhaps I’ve forgot what a huge self-seeker you are,” she spat out the words as if they were venom “But what was I expecting from a man whose mothers are directly responsible for my time in the ice?”

With that, Hel sent Valtor a last, furious look and walked past him, her shoulder forcefully hitting his arm “Hel, wait,” Valtor said and held her from her right wrist “What Mandragora did has nothing to do with me.”

Hel looked at Valtor over her shoulder as she freed her wrist from his hold “Do I look like a fool to you?” she asked with an angry tone and once again tried to walk away from him, only to be caught by Valtor once again. The sorcerer pulled her against his chest and placed his right hand around her waist so that she wouldn’t be able to step back. His left hand was still holding Hel from her right wrist “Let me go!”

“Tell me, Hel, when have I lied to you?” Valtor asked with a low and calm voice, which caused Hel to stop trying to push him away “Think logically, losing you bore nothing in my advantage –on the contrary, it is one of the reasons why I also ended up in the Omega Dimension.”

For a moment, both of them just looked at each other in pure silence: They were standing so close to each other so that Hel was able to feel the warmth radiating off his body –because of the dragon fire within him, Valtor had always been warm. And once again, after sixteen long years, Hel was feeling the familiar realisation of how small she was compared to Valtor, whose huge frame was towering over her. Being inside his arms had always made her feel that way –it made her feel both safe and small.

“You really are cold,” Valtor spoke with a lower voice this time, he wasn’t wearing his gloves, hence he could feel Hel’s skin under his palm. Slowly, he moved his left hand, which was holding Hel’s wrist, along her right arm “Almost frozen.”

Upon feeling his hand tracing her skin, Hel shivered, which caused a small smirk to form on Valtor’s lips. She has missed my touch; this makes everything more interesting. Seems like it takes more than sixteen years in ice to snuff out some flames.

Quickly, Hel wore her usual, reckless expression –she simply couldn’t stand the idea of showing Valtor how much she had actually missed him. No, she would rather burn in the flames of her yearning than to give Valtor the satisfaction of seeing that she still wasn’t able to resist him.

Either he admits it first, Hel thought as her grey eyes wandered on Valtor’s strong facial features. Or the chase begins all over again.

“Well, darling, not all of us carry the breath of the dragon under our skin.” she said and slowly stepped back when she felt Valtor’s hold loosening. Then, she walked left to the desk, eyeing all the books piled up on it “Seeking to acquire every single piece of magical knowledge in the magical universe, hmm? Just like old times.” Pushing away some books, Hel sat on the desk “Which dimension do these books belong to?”

Valtor snapped his fingers and the books began to re-organise themselves “These are from the spell vault of the Cloud Tower.” he responded and sat on the chair, leaning back with his hands behind his head.

Hel licked her lower lip “Oh, I’ve tried everything to get my claws on some of these back then when I was a student here, in the Cloud Tower.” she muttered “Are there any books for my taste?”

The sorcerer pursed his lips “I haven’t come across anything about necromancy or shadow magic, yet.” he said, then pointed at the books with his head “But I’m sure they are simply hiding somewhere in those pages.”

Hel sent him a fake smile “Then inform me when you find them, will you?” she said, which caused Valtor to let out a soft chuckle “So, whom are you fighting this time?” she asked as she began to draw circles on the desk with the index finger of her right hand “I suppose the Company of Light is not really in the game anymore.”

Valtor shrugged recklessly “Well, there aren’t many people who dare stand against the mighty Valtor,” he spoke with an arrogant tone “Except for the remnants of the Company of Light and a bunch of fairies.”

“A bunch of fairies?” Hel repeated him and threw her head back as she let out a long, loud laughter “This is hilarious –and you haven’t got rid of them yet? In front of the mighty Valtor, fairies should be no different than flies.”

However, a frown appeared on Hel’s face when she couldn’t get the expected reaction from Valtor –instead of mockery, a serious look fell into his grey eyes “Hey, what’s wrong?” Hel asked with a rather soft voice, which had been an instinctual shift, and reached forwards to place her right hand under Valtor’s chin. With slow movements, she lifted his head so that they were making eye contact “Talk to me.”

“The keeper of the dragon fire is alive.” Valtor said coolly “And she is one of those fairies.”

Hel withdrew her right hand as a shocked expression appeared on her face “What? The heir to the throne of Domino? Oritel and Marion’s daughter?” she asked “How is that possible?!”

The sorcerer crossed his arms over his chest “Apparently, her older sister has managed to save her from the attack on Domino.” he said with an obvious annoyance in his voice.

“And she poses a threat for you since the essence of her powers is pure dragon fire,” Hel spoke while she ran her right hand through her dark hair “Which is the only thing that can actually harm you –so your plan is to simply get rid of her, then end the Company of Light for good, and eventually spread your reign across the universe?”

Valtor nodded while he slowly stood up from the chair “That is pretty much the deal,” he said and smirked “And now that you’re by my side once again, nothing will stand in my way.”

Hel clicked her tongue as she moved her right index finger in front of Valtor in a disapproving manner “No, darling, that is not my fight anymore.” she said, which caused Valtor to raise a sceptic brow at her “The dragon fire is no longer an interest of mine –as you see, I do not serve the Ancestral Witches any longer.”

After taking two wide steps towards her, Valtor stood in front of Hel and placed his hands on the desk, on either sides of her sitting figure “What are you planning to do, then?” he asked, his eyebrow still arched. Just as Hel was about to answer, two ravens flying in front of the window croaked loudly “Looks like the word of your return is spreading quite fast.”

The two ravens Daudi and Skadi (meaning death and shadow in Old Norse, respectively) could be considered as Hel’s pets –apart from the time she spent in the Underworld, the ravens would never leave Hel’s side.

Hel shrugged “Don’t mind those two, they’re simply overmuch excited to have me back, that’s all.” she said “What I’m planning is, of course, revenge –you didn’t think you were the only one to plot their revenge during their time in the ice, did you?”

Seeing Hel’s dark side had always turned Valtor on in an indescribable way –no physical contact would be needed at that point. Simply feeling the dark, wicked aura surrounding her and radiating off her body would be enough for Valtor to lose every bit of self-control he had on himself.

It seemed like Hel got quite carried away while telling her plan, hence she didn’t notice that Valtor’s eyes were getting darker with lust every passing moment “First, I have to regain my strength and establish the order in the Underworld to rebuilt my army of the dead. Of course, there’s also one little sunny problem, too, that needs to be fixed –I’m never living the life of a bat once again. Then,” she said and playfully poked Valtor from his chest with her index finger “I’ll go after your mothers and their little minion Mandragora, only to send them into Oblivion for an eternity –one should get a taste of their own weapon, don’t you think so?”

For a moment, Hel stopped talking and slowly moved her right hand to Valtor’s face. Seeing that he wasn’t pushing her hand away, she began to trace his features with a faint touch “Until then,” she continued to speak “I might just stick around here for a while, y’know, just for the fun of it.” Her grey eyes were following the trail her fingers were leaving on his face. She was giving it all not to meet Valtor’s gaze for she could feel his intense looks on herself and she knew she’d melt the moment she saw the yearning within his piercing, grey eyes “Maybe I could visit some familiar worlds to take back the powers which once belonged to me.”

As Hel pulled her right hand back, a smirk spread onto Valtor’s lips. With incredibly slow movements, he leaned into Hel and pushed back the right part of her dark hair behind her right shoulder so that her ear wasn’t covered by the hair anymore. After placing his left hand on the right side of her waist, Valtor brought his lips on a level with Hel’s ear and whispered “So it’ll be like the old times, hmm?”

He still smells the same, Hel thought while she shivered once again –feeling Valtor’s warm breath licking her neck had always made her feel dizzy. Leather and cologne.

Valtor waited for a few second; however, upon seeing that Hel wasn’t making any moves, he slightly pulled away so that he was looking at her face once again. No matter how much she wants me to touch her, she is still the same old Hel –refusing to be the first one to drop the indifferent façade with every single piece of her will.

Well, love, the years we’ve spent apart didn’t blur my memory –I am still perfectly capable of bringing you to your knees.

“I could use the element of surprise against my enemies,” Valtor said while his right hand rested on Hel’s left upper-leg and once again, he was struck by the coldness of her skin. It was for a fact that Hel had always been colder compared to any other human because of her connection with the dead; however, she had never felt this cold against his skin “After all, the Company of Light has no idea that you’re back and I doubt the fairies know about you at all.”

Hel raised an eyebrow “I have no idea how long I’ll have to stay in the Underworld, Valtor –if I were you, I’d make my plans without taking the element of surprise into account.” she said and then took a deep breath upon feeling Valtor’s hand slowly caressing her inner thigh “So, which worlds have you conquered so far?” she asked, trying to maintain the indifferent face. Her efforts were only causing the smirk on Valtor’s lips to grow “Solaria, as I see, has been once again the first on the list.”

Slowly, Hel placed her hands against Valtor’s chest but because of the purple vest and the white ruffled shirt, she wasn’t able to feel much of him under her palms. At least he wasn’t wearing his long, maroon jacket –one layer less.

“Well, you know how much my dragon fire likes to feel the presence of the sun.” he responded “The two just have some kind of… chemistry.”

The edge of Hel’s lip curled upwards as she tilted her head to the side “And that’s why you used to sleep with the Witch of Shadows, hmm?” she spoke with a challenging tone as some little shadows circled around her head for a few seconds.

Valtor playfully rolled his eyes at her words “Her shadows didn’t use to burn me back then.” he said while his right hand left Hel’s leg and cupped her face.

“You should’ve known better than to leave me behind, Valtor.” Hel muttered under her breath but she silently gasped when his left hand, which had been resting on her waist, slowly slid under the hem of her tank top and held her bare waist.

“Hmm,” Valtor spoke with a deep and husky tone “Her skin didn’t use to feel as cold as ice, too.”

Well, two can play this game, darling, Hel thought as her hands, which were on Valtor’s chest, held him from his waist and pulled down into her so that there was very little distance left between their lips “Maybe you could pass her some heat,” Hel whispered against Valtor’s lips with a seductive voice, her eyes were trying to capture his; however, Valtor’s gaze was lingering on her lips “She still recalls the fire burning under your skin.”

Under her hands, Hel could feel how fast Valtor’s heart was beating, which brought a victory smirk to her lips. After Hel’s hold on him loosened, Valtor licked his lower lip and withdrew his upper body a little bit back while placing his right hand on Hel’s waist under her top as well. Slowly, he leaned into her ear once again “If that’s your wish, love,” he whispered and then placed his lips on Hel’s neck.

The amount of tension in this chapter was rather intense, wasn’t it? I hope you’ve enjoyed it, please don’t forget to give me some feedback!!

[iggy-licious]

Camera Eye

This will be a multichapter story. I'm the type of writer who flies by the seat of her pants, so I can't tell you how long it might be, or when I will update next, but I do want to come back to it. ❤️❤️❤️

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Fern finished her last sip of coffee and wished she had put something stronger in it. Any minute now, her photoshoot with Iggy would begin. She was excited to film him. She had never attended one of his concerts, but she knew his reputation. Sexy. Unpredictable. Incredibly physical.

For those reasons, she was concerned he might be more than she could handle. Some of her friends and colleagues told her story after wild story of The Stooges’ concerts when she mentioned her assignment. Some of them wished her good luck, with sympathy in their eyes. Others jokingly debated whether she should have a jar of peanut butter or some antiseptic and bandages on hand, in case he decided to take the photo shoot to the extreme.

In the end, curiosity won out for Fern when she was asked to take on the assignment. A photo shoot with Iggy sounded like a good challenge that could end up with amazing results. As long as everything went well, she thought.

There was nothing for her to do until he arrived, because she'd set and checked the lighting, picked out and cleaned the lenses she thought she'd need, scouted out a few scene options inside and outside of the studio, made sure the stereo speakers were loud and clear if he wanted music, and put a few rolls of film at hand so she wouldn't have to kill the mood scrambling for more.

She wished he would come already, but he wasn't her first rock star subject, so she knew the drill. He could be anywhere from minutes to hours late. Or a total no-show. But she had no choice; Creem needed a quintessential Iggy cover photo for the latest issue being developed.

She left the rented studio room to get more coffee from the kitchen. She'd find out later whether it was a good idea--walking off some nervous energy and putting her hands around a soothing, warm mug--or if it would be a bad idea because she would be far too jittery.

She realized she was on edge because of the unpredictable situation, but also because something about Iggy called to her primal instincts and she liked it. He had something special about him that would not be denied. It came through in the stage prowling and crawling that she had seen in photos, as well as the feral screams that she'd heard on the albums and bootlegs.

The fact that a couple of her friends had seen his cock, mid-concert, on separate occasions and described it as legendary also made her curious. "Iggy has a biggie," one of them said dreamily. She'd even heard that a couple of his fans put their mouths to his member in San Francisco once, after he dove into the audience. She inhaled sharply, thinking of that story. She drifted off into fantasy for a minute, imagining it had been her bracing her hands on his athletic thighs, barely covered in tattered denim, and welcoming his length between her lips until he tore away in a fit of spastic dancing.

With coffee in hand, she returned to the studio. She was surprised and confused to hear swinging jazz rock blasting in the room.

She crept to the doorway and saw Iggy putting the sleeve for Miles Davis's Jack Johnson album on top of her pile of records while nodding his head to the music. She was surprised that he was right on time. He had silver hair and was wearing a tight t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

He stiffened as though he knew he was being watched. He turned and saw her. "Are you the photographer?"

"That's me. Fern." She approached him and extended her hand to shake his.

"Uh uh, none of that formal bullshit." He hugged her in a friendly embrace.

She was taken off guard. She had expected a savage practically foaming at the mouth, but instead she got a sweet, gracious guy so far, even if his pupils betrayed the presence of some drug in his system.

She stopped tensing her body. His strong arms meant a strong hug. Rock solid, like his chest beneath the clingy shirt. "You're right on time!" she exclaimed.

"Fucking straight, doll. I'm not one of those lazy, cream-of-the-crop, piece of shit rock stars. I don't take these things lightly. I need this as much, if not more, than the magazine does, you know? I'm here for as long as you need me." He stood with his arms across his chest. His blue doe eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and his mouth was set in a defiant pout.

His gaze held Fern’s hostage, but his flare of passion burned away quickly and his sunny disposition returned. “Aside from all that boring public relations stuff, though, I enjoy doing photo shoots. It’s another way to perform, another way to connect in an unexpected way with the audience, you know? I really respect what good photographers do to make heathens like me come to life in the newspapers and magazines. It’s an art. And you, my dear, are in the artist category. I went snooping and found some of your work. Yeah, it's real fucking creative.” He caught her gaze again, but this time, his expression was soft, and his smile was infectious. Positive sincerity looked good on him, she thought.

She sensed there was nothing to fear, as his outburst seemed more directed at his music contemporaries and the industry gatekeepers than her. She hoped she was right. Either way, it only made him more interesting, she had to admit. He was as arresting when angrily passionate as when he was in good spirits.

"I like your spirit, Iggy. I'm sure we'll get some great photos of you."

“I think we'll make a great team, Fern."

He stooped down to take off his shoes and socks. "Whatever you need from me. And I hope you’ll indulge me on any ideas I come up with.” He looked up at her again and winked before standing.

And then his instincts took over. He had been busy making a good impression, to the point that he hadn’t noticed how cute she was. He observed her and hoped it wasn’t too obvious.

Her fine features were enrobed with pecan-colored skin. Her Afro was high and wide, bursting forth from a green bandana tied into a headband. She wore baggy overalls with a tight navy tank underneath, and worn white sneakers. His face lit up with a smile that was somehow pure and lewd at the same time.

"Miles Davis, though?" she inquired, deflecting the effect of his smile, which she was sure was masking impure feelings underneath. She wondered whether he was a tender lover, or if he was prone to chaotic, high-energy trysts.

It surprised her how much she hoped to find out someday. But not today. She vowed to block the thoughts out and put her best professional face forward.

He padded toward the backdrop on bare feet, and she inhaled deeply while his back was turned, hoping to steel up her professionalism. "You sure you don't want something else to listen to?"

He turned to face her. "I listen to this album just about every day. It’s good shit. And I like to think of Miles as, uh, a mentor in some ways. He was at one of our shows--"

“Really? What was he like?”

“I don’t remember any of that night, but Ron said we all went through a big pile of white with Miles. They told me he enjoyed himself. Said we were original, and he liked our spirit. Despite the fact that I apparently whipped out my dick and threw up on stage. Fucking Miles Davis!” Iggy shook his head, still in disbelief.

Fern was starting to get a sense of why some of her friends had taken pity on her, but his earnest surprise and joy was contagious.

"My last boyfriend got me into Miles. I love all of his different periods. But this album is something special. I love Bitches Brew and Sketches of Spain, too."

“Mmmm… Both great albums. Fern, I admire your taste in music. And you’re a beautiful girl. Real beautiful.”

“Thanks.” She smiled and turned to get her camera off of the table. It gave her time to hide her blushing.

“OK, ready?” She turned around to find Iggy lying on his back on the floor.

“Ready, willing, and able,” he said with a seductive rumble before closing his eyes.

“OK…” She was thrown off by the deepness of his voice and how it made her feel. She fought to sober up quickly. The thought of the photos they might come up with did the trick. Their conversation flowed easily, and she hoped that it would translate to artistic chemistry. She sensed that Iggy really would do anything to give her a great series of photos, but the connection she would establish with him would make all the difference. She hoped that she, and Creem alike, would be ready for Iggy.

She stood above him. His stomach curved inward under his shirt, thanks to his prone position, and that made the bulge in his pants seem more prominent in comparison. His eyes were closed and his made-up eyelashes stretched surprisingly far toward his cheekbones. He was like a sleeping, muscular, mythical creature. He held all the cards as to what would happen once he opened his eyes. It was as thrilling for Fern as it was nerve-wracking.

“Let’s begin.”

[astrologysvt]

Chart First Impressions: Seungkwan

In celebration of Seungkwan’s bday, I’m starting the “Seungkwan is Best Baby” club and here is my list of reasons why you should join it. 

These are just the first impressions I had to all of their charts – the parts that popped out to me as being notable, things I personally liked, things I thought were interesting or contrary to the image I have of them. Things like that. I’m not looking at anything in particular with each reading. Some of their readings may be more aspect focused, where some may just focus solely on their personal planets. If you have any questions on specific aspects or want to request a more specific reading, feel free to send me an ask!I adore this boy 

our little capricorn baby 

lets have a nice little capricorn talk. 

another misunderstood sign

caps can be seen as stubborn, maybe judgmental. 

maybe sometimes overly practical and inflexible. 

i’ll be honest and say that caps have been the hardest for me personally to understand, but learning to understand them has been incredibly rewarding and enlightening. 

the first hurdle you need to address if ur struggling to understand caps is to understand that they aren’t miracle workers. 

they are so easy to write off in readings as the hard-workers, the ambitious ones, the ones who get stuff done. 

lmao there is an expectation that, if no other sign can do it, a cap probably can — but these things are obviously more complex than that, and no one is immune to failure.  

honestly, i think the main reason why people think this is, is because a cap is gonna be the last one to be okay dropping things if they know no one else is going to pick it up after them. 

even if they’re over it and don’t want to deal with it anymore — they’re gonna be the ones who know how to find the patience and perseverance within themselves to see it to completion. 

i went into it a little bit with seungcheol, but i think the primary identifying factor for a cap is their sense of responsibility. 

how they decide to address/focus/direct this sense of responsibility is up to them, but i’ve met various capricorns at very different places with their sense of responsibility. 

some ignore it, some are CONSTANTLY THINKING ABOUT IT. 

caps who struggle to focus it in any which direction can tend to be pretty fickle with their time and struggle to justify imputing excessive amounts of effort into things they aren’t sure about.

if they don’t see it amounting to something, they’d rather not do anything.  

and then you have the caps who are so committed in one direction who really feel as though time is constantly passing them by.

this is because they’re so focused on their goals that they struggle to grasp the progress they are actually making. 

either way, what’s looming over them both is this hyper awareness of a sense of purpose (or lack there of). 

and in my experience, they both tend to be rather insecure regardless of the place they’re at with their goals. 

they’re either insecure in knowing they need to be doing things and aren’t, or insecure in not knowing whether they’re being the most efficient with their time. 

that’s just something to think about with both seungkwan and joshua, though i think this is much more prominent in seungkwan 

(not to say joshua doesn’t have the same sense of responsibility, he just seems to be less quick to action than seungkwan is). 

with seungkwan, he’s the opportunist capricorn. 

they’re the ones who don’t wait for people to hype them up to start doing things. 

if they see an opportunity, they’ve already signed on and have started preparing. 

this makes sense considering his approach to variety shows. 

if he sees the opportunity, he reaches out. 

same with his cover of love poem, he saw the opportunity to make this connection with IU and it ended up being this really beautiful exchange. 

this cap attitude is the one he exactly expressed in the behind the scenes, too, when he was explaining that he didn’t know where the courage came from but he really wanted to directly ask IU for the instrumental. 

he didn’t HAVE to per say, but his lack of fear allowed him to pursue this project in a very sincere, touching, and authentic way. 

it goes to show how good these caps are at putting the effort forward before they can think themselves out of it. 

these caps are just a mystery to me because you can’t even imagine where the idea to do the things they do come from, and before you have time to ask them what they’re up to, they’re already knee deep in the project and starting new ones as you speak. 

but lets look at the rest of his chart 

we’ve got a virgo moon! 

so i feel like people don’t give virgos enough credit for being some of the funniest people in the world, honestly. 

they are naturally very clever people and consequentially very great conversationalists (so long as they don’t have other, more reserved placements that may interfere). 

they are this way because they are so observant and detail-oriented. 

they can talk for hours about the intricacies of the most random things and can talk about them with such passion because they genuinely think the little things are the most interesting. 

they’re very similar to gemini placements in the sense that they want to know everything and study everything, and honestly just love being able to share their findings with people. 

i think the primary difference is that geminis do it because they are so curious and inquisitive, almost to a fault. 

where as a virgo approaches it more as research/getting their bearings. 

they feel the most comfortable in situations where they can account for all the details, understand how each part functions, and can have enough information where they feel as though they can comfortably predict all possible outcomes. 

they’re so good at this to the point that they manage to come to these findings incredibly fast, almost subconsciously. 

which is why you can hardly ever get anything past someone with a strong virgo influence. even when you think they’re not paying attention.

they keep tabs on the most random, minuscule things and man will they let you know if something is not how it should be. 

but how does this make him funny? 

virgo’s take that attention to detail and they apply that to their humor. 

they’re the ones to point out that random thing they noticed you did that you didn’t think anyone would notice, but boy did they notice it and did they think it was hilarious. 

or the kind of things that wouldn’t be funny inherently, but are funny because they put it in such a specific context that now you think it’s the funniest thing on the planet. 

it’s because they’re resourceful comedians who are super in tune not just with the nuance that puts those jokes over the top, but they are so good at finding the most obscure, random things to pick fun at. 

they’re humor also def leans more towards the satiric/absurd realm. 

i mean, john mulaney is a virgo idk what more i need to say to prove how funny and weird virgos can be. 

seungkwan honestly has such a big heart. 

so i know earth signs have a habit of coming across cool or impersonal, and with a cap sun, mercury, venus & virgo moon you’d imagine he’d be too cool for school. 

but don’t forget virgo influences are one of the healers of astrology. 

in astrology there are two “healers” 

pisces are the emotional healers, and virgos are the physical healers. 

this could explain his ultra obsession with helping the others maintain their health, and also why he manages to nag them about it in the sweetest way. 

but we’ve also got a virgo moon trine cap mercury. 

this makes him incredibly emotionally competent. 

having this aspect associated with both earth signs makes it so that his concern with health and stability is how he expresses his care.  

he truly and deeply understands the role he plays in taking care of his members and takes it very seriously. 

this also makes him really good at giving advice!!! 

he’s so attentive and is really good at balancing emotional support with guidance. 

this can also make him incredibly great in stressful situations as he’s able to take in chaos and turbulence through his moon and effectively process it. then his cap mercury’s quick brain and knack for logics kicks in and starts problem solving. 

his moon is opposite jupiter

this is the aspect that really makes him that fun-loving, sweet, warm-hearted boo we all know and love. 

he’s so generous with affection and humor because it comes from this bottomless well within him. 

he’s so accessible and i think this is one of the reasons why people are so quick to warm up to him. 

hehehe tho he does have a tendency to over do it due to that opposition.

the jupiter influence gives him this super open and free energy from that added sag influence while making him incredibly optimistic at heart.

he’s just so easy to be around, and when you see him open up his arms to you there’s no reason for you not to return the gesture. 

not only that, but talking with him is so fun because he is so animated and so passionate yet so invested in the conversation because he genuinely enjoys hearing from different perspectives. 

he is truly a happy, and optimistic person at heart and associating this with his moon makes him incredibly stable and enduring in the face of emotional turmoil.

it doesn’t make him immune to emotions or sadness, but he is certainly always able to find a silver lining while also allowing him to be constructive on the reasons he may have ended up where he was. 

but you take that and then you add his already super committed capricorn energy, and what you get is this incredibly resilient guy.

it’s because of this that he’s so capable of being present in every single aspect. 

there is at no point that seungkwan checks out, may it be professionally,  personally, emotionally.  

he is truly someone you can depend on in all fronts. 

[neekaasaddie]

Silver Chevy Silverado Part 3

      You know that feeling before a storm? The wind whistles, leaves rustle. Not in a menacing way, but in melancholy anticipation. There’s this electricity in the air. The atmosphere is unstable. Suddenly the polarities of the world become apparent. The clouds start condensating, becoming heavier and darker with their burdens until eventually they can’t hold on anymore and they let it all out. You’re standing in no-man’s-land and you know it. You’re conscious of your position in the middle phase––something’s gonna happen soon. You’re on a bridge and when you get to the other side, it’ll be completely different. The animals sense it first. They don’t come out of their dens and nests. They prepare for the storm.

     “Come over!” someone shouts over the hedge to my right.

     I sit up onto my knees, only seeing a head in the distance over the foliage. 

     Him? Why is he asking me to come over? Did he forget our previous interaction? Because I don’t think it ended on a very good note. 

     “But I’m reading!” I yell back. 

     I’m not reading, actually. I’m journaling––but my book is lying right next to me. I don’t know why I said I was reading. I guess reading seems more urgent and a better excuse not to go over than journaling does.

     I peer over the hedge again, watching him as he lights a pipe. The pungent smell of weed wafts through the air and penetrates my nose.

     He waves his hand in a motion towards himself and shouts, “Come on!”

     Damn it.

     I leave everything lying on the lawn and hop over the hedge, staring at the patchy green grass as I approach him. I don’t even know why I’m doing this. He obviously doesn’t like me. But if he doesn’t like me, why is he initiating an interaction?

     The intense afternoon sun blares onto my body and I feel like an ant under an interrogation lamp. I squint, my eyes adjusting from the shaded area I occupied previously to the strong rays of a setting sun. 

     As I approach him my stomach contorts itself into a million knots. I don’t want to say the wrong thing and have him make me feel horrible about it for days after. I don’t want him to pick me apart. 

     I feel like I’m walking on eggshells.

     I shouldn’t even care. 

     I should stop caring. 

     I attempt to un-squint my eyes as I approach him, my eyes tracing up from the ground.

     He’s shirtless. 

    God damn it. It’d be much easier to hate him if he wasn’t hot.

     “What’s up?” he asks, reaching into his pocket, extracting a pack of Camels, and selecting a cigarette. As he places it on his lower lip, he stares right through me. I’ve never met someone with eyes like his. I remember the first time I spoke to him, they were attentive and kind. I study him for a bit longer. His gaze is oddly distant today. There seems to be a disconnect––but they’re still incredibly mesmerizing.

     I realize I’ve been staring at him for too long so I turn my face away. “…Nothing,” I say, flustered.

     “You were just hanging out on your front lawn alone?” he asks, taking a drag. My eyes drift down to his bare chest but I catch myself quickly and respond.

     “Yeah…well kinda…but I was reading.” Could I be anymore incoherent? I can practically hear the eggshells cracking underneath my feet.

     “What are you reading?”

     “The Inferno by Dante Alighieri.”

     He responds with a shrug. I kick myself for answering honestly instead of diverting the conversation back to him. I don’t need him to tell me I’m a dork.

     He takes a step towards me and the tangy aroma of weed pervades my nostrils once more. Maybe that’s why this conversation is insanely dry.

     “So what have you done today?” he asks. He takes another drag and as he exhales the smoke, I smell something else besides weed and tobacco. 

     His breath is heavy with the scent of alcohol. 

     This whole interaction is bizarre and confusing. Didn’t he imply that other day that we weren’t friends? Why is he asking me what I’ve done today?

     I stare blankly at the ground for a good five seconds. I feel something in me shift, but I’m not sure what it is. “Uh…well let’s see. I went on my morning walk, made some pancakes and coffee, gardened a little, and played some video games––” Stop talking.

     “Video games?”

     Shit. “Yeah.”

     “You’re a gamer,” he snorts in that all-too familiar condescending tone.

     “Well, no. I just play the games my brother had for his old Xbox 360.”

      i receive a grunt as a response.

     He picks apart everything I do and I’ve been nothing but nice to him.

     God this is awkward.

     I watch the smoke of his cigarette swirl and swivel through the air in a silky light grey streak. He takes out his phone and starts scrolling mindlessly. 

     He asks me to come talk to him, doesn’t really talk to me, and then whips out his phone. What the fuck is going on?

       When his cigarette dwindles down to just the pale yellow filter, he glances at it for a moment, then flicks it onto the road. I physically reel at the sight of him intentionally littering, especially since it's a cigarette bud. 

     Now it’s my turn.

     “You’re just gonna fling that onto the road and not pick it up?” I ask.

     “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” he snaps, grabbing another cigarette from the pack.

     “You know that pollutes our oceans and contaminates our water supply.”

     He rolls his eyes to the gods and scoffs. “The street cleaners will clean it before it goes anywhere.”

     “When was the last time you saw a street cleaner come through this street?”

     “Look, this is where my taxpayer money goes, so I’m gonna use it––and I pay a lot of taxes.”

     “Oh yeah cause you’re in such a high tax bracket,” I snort.

     “Whatever,” he spits, walking back to his garage and grabbing a twenty-four ounce can of Heineken. My legs instinctually take a couple steps back. 

     I don’t feel good. Something’s not right. The first time we spoke he wasn’t like this. What’s different? He had just come from work then––he was probably sober. That morning we spoke and he was rude, he had some alcohol. Right now, he’s high and drunk––and I doubt the cigarettes help. 

     He turns around. 

     “Woah, woah where are you going?”

     “What?” I ask, my quivering voice riddled with anxiety.

     “You’re just gonna call me a loser and leave?”

     “I never called you a loser I just––”

     “You did!”

     “No! I just pointed out that you probably aren’t in a high tax bracket but it’s okay because I’m not either! It was a joke, I swear!” 

     “No, no. I got exactly what you were saying. You think I’m a loser. It makes sense, I mean, I still live with my parents. I have a mediocre, low-paying job and I party all the time. I do drugs––in fact, I’ve done every fucking drug in this world. I smoke a lot, I drink a lot and, like you said, I’m not in a high tax bracket.”

     He takes a step closer. The concentrated stench of weed, tobacco, and alcohol radiates off of him to configure the most repulsive and fear inducing concoction––the scent of sheer volatility. 

     My stomach leaps into my throat.

     I attempt to distance myself but find my back against a tree. He stumbles forward, slamming his hand onto the trunk of the tree right beside my head. He downs half of the large beer can and wipes the side of his mouth with the back of his hand, his erratic eyes and intense gaze violate me. 

     I’m frozen with terror. 

     I could shove him off and run home––it’s only a few long strides from where I’m standing––but suddenly the distance seems insurmountable. 

     “You know, I drank a fifth of whiskey earlier too, let’s add that to the list,” he says, almost slurring. His marajuana-and-alcohol-laden breath molests my nose as he exhales. 

     “What list?”

     “Oh, you know, that mental list you keep of all the repulsive shit I do. Let’s see, I mean, just within the last couple hours I've smoked cigarettes and flung the buds onto the street, I’ve smoked weed, I drank too much alcohol, and I’m drinking even more alcohol now.” He leans his face even closer to mine. I feel like I’m face-to-face with a raging bull. The kind eyes I once used to revere have transformed into the most spiteful pair of snake eyes known to man. “Did I forget anything?” he hisses.

     I feel hot tears well up behind my eyes. I don’t dare blink. “Look, I’m just your neighbor. You asked me to come over and talk to you. There’s no list in my head. I don’t know who you’re mad at and I don’t know where this is coming from, but I barely know you and I just made a joke––I didn’t mean anything by it––”

     “Shut up!” he shouts. Slobbering spit flies onto my cheek but I don’t have the strength to wipe it off so I just let it slowly drip off the side of my face. 

     He’s breathing heavily. The hand he hit against the trunk is still there, trapping me in a malicious embrace. Veins protrude from his neck and onto his jaw. His previously calming green irises are being suffocated by red bulging bloodshot vessels. Who is this person? 

     “You think I wanted my life to be like this? You think I wanted this? Well I didn’t, and I still don’t––but I’m stuck here.” he slurs. “You think a stupid kid like you knows anything? I know everything.” He pauses. “Like I know this––I know that you like me,” he scoffs, “or at least you did. You’re so obvious. I see the way you look at me and talk to me––the way you get all flustered and fake-shy.” He proceeds to pitch up his voice and flail his arms to produce a wildly inaccurate imitation of me. In doing so, he releases me from his cage and I feel as if I can breathe a little again. “Oh me, oh my! Why, I am just a damsel in distress! Please, give me attention!”

     “I think I’m gonna go,” I say shakily, inching to the right and then backwards towards the safety of my front yard. My mannerism is slow and intentional, as if I was confronted by a rabid animal.

     But before I can get very far, he grabs my arm.

     “Leaving so soon? But the fun just started! I was gonna tell you that I don’t fucking like you. You’re nineteen! You’re a kid. You’re weird. You reek of desperation! And you talk like you know what life is, but you don’t even know your face from your ass! You’ve never lived! You don’t know what life is! You’re a fucking child for God’s sake!” His eyes scan downwards and back up. I hunch, suddenly feeling naked. “I mean, your body definitely isn’t shaped like a child’s,” he chuckles dangerously. “I’ll give you this much––you’re hot––but that’s about it. The most I’d do is fuck you.”

     I feel vomit rise in the back of my throat. This is too much.

     “Just stop!” I scream, a single teardrop falling from my left eye, I feel it mingle with the slobber that’s still left over on my face. I twist and rip my wrist from his grasp.

     “Fine!” he roars, tossing his head back and slamming the last half of his beer. He crushes the can in his palm, throws it in the back of his truck, and opens the door.

     “You’re gonna drive?” I shriek, walking towards him now instead of away. “Are you crazy?”

     He chuckles as he climbs into the driver’s seat. “I do this all the time.”

     “You’re fucked up! You could kill someone! You could kill yourself!”

     He laughs in the most mocking, fiendish tone. “Yeah, and?”

     With that, he slams the door of his silver Chevy Silverado, backs out, and speeds off to God knows where.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT AU), pt. 7

07: Staying is harder than leaving

Summary: A knife, a kiss and a confession.

Warnings: violence, angst, fluff, swearing and a steamy kiss

Word count: 5400

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Special thanks to @mutuallynotmutual for being in the story as Alyssa, @leonardo-da-vinsheep  as Perry and @daddygraysonsbitch as Sara.

A big thank you to @grungegrant for drawing Ethan as Hermes!

Hermes couldn't hide his self satisfied smirk, his spirit instantly lifted. He always knew taking this risk so early on would pay off, using Apollo's slow advances to his own advantage.

"Oh, and you need to dye your hair blonde." Hermes adds, snickering to himself and before either Y/N or Apollo get a chance to question him, he explains.

"Nearly everyone under this roof knows our leader broke his own rules and had an intimate moment with a Kappa legacy. This is your punishment, brother." Hermes winks, turning to Y/N whose face took on a deep shade of red, her eyes glued to the ground. Her wet hair fell forward as her head hung low in shame, reminding Hermes he should take it easy on her and not embarrass the living light out of her for what looked like was all Apollo's doing.

"I saw him steal the kiss. But even if you return it, I don't mind. Neither of us do." His words cause her eyes to dart up and toward the brothers, both seemingly fuming yet at peace with what Ethan had just told her.

"You're not officially dating either one of us and we both really, really like you." Ethan exclaims, his tone cheery and his eyes set on her. She couldn't help but blush, faced with a rather unusual situation she would usually run from. But she doesn't. She can't force herself to even look away, let alone walk away.

"What Ethan is trying to say is, we both want to date you and it may seem weird...it's weird for us too, but we want you to truly get to know us and decide if you want to be with either one of us. Till then, we will have to learn how to...share." Grayson barely uttered the last word, like its poison in his mouth, but he knew he had to sell it. His brother just gave them an opportunity to convince her to stay and give them a chance they nearly lost and he wasn't going to let it go to waste. Hermes might have gotten a date first, but he still had the taste of her lips upon his and he considered that a personal victory.

"Um...the rules still state we can't date." Y/N mumbles absentmindedly, genuinely considering their offer. While they are incredibly handsome and alluring, her Kappa sisters meant more to her. She's worked too hard to get to Dartmouth just to lose it over lust she barely understood.

Ethan saunters over to her side, putting a hand to the wall next to her head as his built blocks her view of Grayson. His scent invades her senses, the vanilla undertones strong and musky, all so incredibly sweet and inviting.

"Guess we'll just have to...sneak around." Ethan teases, cocking his left eyebrow in a way that left her heart pounding against her rib cage, her chest growing too small for the flirtation made her heart work overtime, doubling it in size.

It's medically possible, she thought.

Falling asleep that night was easier than she thought, but staying asleep is what troubled her.

"The flames have awakened you."

Looking around wildly, Y/N felt dread forming knots in her stomach, nooses that can't be undone for as long as she feels the looming presence. While a large portion of her conscious tells her there is no danger in Hecate as her time has passed, her heart feels she is a threat to all she holds dear.

"You're almost ready to join forces with me." She could hear the smile in the darkness, turning in circles to see where the voice is coming from but from what she could guess, it came from all around her just as well as inside her. Her eyes darting left to right, she searched for the entry point the woman, Hecate, would use to terrorize her again.

"I wish you weren't afraid of me. No harm will come to you, my lovely." Hecate stepped foot toward her, revealing herself.

"Not from me."

No longer is her foot bare, rather encased in black, leaf-like sandals. Her hair flows like they're under water, the black tips turning purple under the moonlight. Emerald green orbs encircled with black rims refuse to hide her true nature. Her dress is black like a dahlia, deep purple lace embodies her chest. Long, black nails set aside Y/N's hair, allowing the pale face to come closer and her black lips nearly press against Y/N's. A silver key dangles from a bracelet loosely fitting her wrist, a black ring with a dark purple flower at it's center lining her ring finger.

"What do you want from me?" Y/N practically growls, her anger much stronger than her need to run. Feeling as if she's losing her mind isn't something she wanted to deal with at this point in time and she certainly didn't care for dramatic dream entries she didn't ask for. And if her heart is right about the possible danger this god brings, she wasn't going to back down.

"To help you."

Y/N's eyes snap open with a sudden sound. She sits up, running her hands through her hair, looking around the room for any sign of Hecate. Realizing the sound is just Grayson snoring, she giggles to herself in relief. Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, she tones down his giggles, relishing in the fact the all so perfect frat has finally showcased a flaw.

Turning to the bed beside her to gaze upon the untainted perfection, she's surprised to find the bed is neatly done with a note tied to a bunch of rosemary and saffron flowers on the pillow.

Unable to even consider sleeping longer with Hecate still on her mind and the note calling to her from the bed, Y/N shuffles to her feet and just before she takes the note in her hand, she looks over her shoulder to the door and then to Grayson who remained soundly asleep.

Returning her gaze to the note, a small smile played on her lips as the first thing she noticed is a hand-drawn purple heart at the end of it.

I'll come pick you up at 3. Wear something comfortable! 💜

Her smile grew wider, feeling heat rush to her cheeks as she realized he truly took this seriously. Ethan Dolan genuinely wanted to woo her and not just claim her body as his own. While she could still hear her sister's warnings about the way he operates, she couldn't judge him on his past decision. He's never failed her so far, so why take his chance with her for what he did to others? People change all the time and perhaps this is his time to change.

Taking the flowers next, she returned to her bed and found herself falling asleep once more, a smile playing on her lips as she kept the unusual flowers close to her chest.

Rudely awakened by Grayson shouting at the door with his back firmly against it and his hand on the knob as he locked it had left Y/N feeling disoriented and shaken, every sense urging her to claw her way to a standing position.

"Blair is here, demanding your head." He informs her, out of breath and eyes wide, giving off a scared puppy look that completely contrasted his usual intimidating flare. She could tell he wanted to protect her, but what good would that do? She had to take on life's issues on her own, to the best of her ability or she'll never learn to fight on her own.

"My what?" Y/N nearly falls out her bed, quickly moving to the door. The cold floor reminded her that autumnal beauty had a whole different side of it, especially in the morning when you leave the safety of your warm bed.

"Gray, step aside." Y/N gently placed a hand upon his shoulder, kindly smiling up at him with a hint of gratitude hiding behind that smile that elevates his heartbeat to a different level. It completely baffles him, renders him senseless and defenseless; like a drop of morning dew in the palm of her hand - its life depending upon her mercy.

"I can deal with them. I promise she won't literally take my head." With her sweet words, Grayson nods, doing her biding like he's a puppet on a string and she a puppeteer.

Opening the door unveiled an unhinged Blair with a cold-blooded smile and a firm, unshaken hand on which laid a blade.

"FUCK!" She hears Grayson shouts, hearing his heavy footsteps as he nears her with his strong arms already grabbing at her with his fingertips.

Gasping at the disheveled girl before her, Y/N drowned out the sound and took a deep breath, wanting to fight instead of run. Her hands form fists, her eyes focus - not on the knife, but Blair's arms in hopes of predicting her next move. Everything feels like it's in slow motion, the world taking pause so she can figure out what to do. Feeling Grayson is already beside her, she knows he'll pull her back, but that would leave a psychotic, armed woman loose in the house with her sisters asleep and unable to fight back. Stepping forward and away from Grayson, Y/N prepares to lounge at Blair who seems keen on throwing an insult her way before physically harming her. But before saying a word, Blair is slammed into a wall, the sharp blade sticking into the hardwood floors.

"What the hell?!" Sara rubs her tired eyes as she stumbles forth from her room next door, while Y/N gapes at Alyssa who quite literally knocked Blair unconscious in a swift body slam thanks to her quick thinking and position from the door at which Sara stood at now.

"Are you okay?!" Y/N grabs Alyssa's arms, lifting her up so easily one would think she's on steroids if she wasn't high on adrenaline.

Grayson yanks Y/N back to face him, his anger written in every pore of his face as his lips set into a thin line and his eyes narrowed, all the fumes coming out in short puffs of breath through his flared nostrils. But there was more than just anger raging inside him, for his heart felt like it would stop at any given moment. It struggled to accustom to the quick pace this even caused him, his mind spinning as a consequence.

"Are you fucking mental? Why are you always rushing into danger instead of the other way?!" Grayson grumbled, letting Y/N go to pick up the unconscious blonde. Alyssa rushed in and grabbed a chair, helping Grayson settle Blair in the seat before Perry came in with a rope and a 'don't ask, won't tell' kind of a look on her face.

Glancing at each other turned into their only form of communication as the girls remained in the room, filling up with more Kappas and KDRs as time went by. Y/N could tell Grayson has more to say, that his chest weighs heavily as each second passes.

It had taken hours for Blair to wake, the girls refusing to call the police before they have a chance to talk to her themselves. After all, giving one of their sisters over to the law could have serious repercussions for their sorority.

"Ready for our...ah, shit, what did I miss?!" Ethan groaned at the door, immediately met with a room filled with Kappa sisters mixed with his KDR brothers, one of which was tied to a chair in the middle of the room and the only one he cared for sitting in a chair beside her - his brother, real brother, behind her.

"Blair tried to kill Y/N, so we wanna know why before calling the po-po." Alyssa fills him in and instead of calming down, Ethan felt his blood turn into a tidal wave and the bouquet of flowers matching the ones he left in the morning fell to the ground as he hurried toward Y/N. Shaking, he swept her up from her chair and pulled her closer to him until her scent filled his nostrils and her hands settled on the middle of his back. Touching her, feeling her heartbeat, her small hands pushing at his chest - he needed it to calm down enough not to kill anyone in the room.

"How did you let this happen?!" He growls out the words through gritted teeth, his anger directed toward Grayson.

"Nothing happened. No need to get upset." Y/N tries to diffuse the situation, but anger rolled off Ethan in waves, his jaw clenching so hard she was certain he'll crack his teeth and burst his muscles.

But, as luck would have it, the intense glaring war between the brothers is interrupted by Blair groaning, coming to about the same time the girls' phone ringed as a sign a new message in the sorority chat came through. Managing to glance at it for a moment, Y/N feels her own anger grow as the news ignites a fresh fire inside her.

"Why?" Is all Y/N asks, curious why she's so hated when they barely knew each other. Blair never gave her a chance to begin with.

"Easy. You broke rules. Being a KDR whore." Blair spat, her words ringing truth to a certain degree. It flustered her, bringing about the possibility of being exposed and effectively removed from the sorority.

People say the darkness presses in, but that's not true. The darkness kisses up to your skin closer than a lover's lips and whispers excitement into your ears. The darkness becomes your best friend, a second skin that's flattering and cool. The darkness becomes your favorite thing right up until your exits are blocked, then it has no reason to hide. If it was easy to spot darkness there wouldn't be a problem, now would it? How often do you confuse day and night?

That's what happened to Y/N in this particular moment; she confused day and night.

"I think it goes deeper than that. It began the very moment I stepped foot in the house." Y/N's mind darkened, her words cool and sharp like knives that hit every mark.

"I think it's because I'm a legacy and as such I am the only proper leader of this sorority." Unusually cold, Y/N no longer seems flustered and in the short glance she spared the twins - her eyes lingering on Ethan just a moment longer than on Grayson, gave them the answer as to why.

That isn't Y/N.

"Perhaps you wanted to keep the power...or you were just jealous. Either way, your behavior is unseemly for a Kappa sister as we do not turn on each other. And judging by the text everyone just received, everyone knows you started that fire in hopes of blaming me." Smirking, Y/N places her hands on the chair at either side of Blair, her fingers curling around the wood like snakes around branches. Leaning in, she stares into Blair's eyes without so much as blinking, licking her lips like poison drips from them before speaking - her voice oddly authoritative and decisive.

"I move to have sister Blair stripped of her status as a Kappa sister, her story written in the sorority book as punishment for future generations to witness her shame." Raising her left eyebrow, Y/N allows her eyes to glide across the crowd made out of mostly Kappa sisters, seeing their approving nods. Unable to hold back a smile, she moves away and straightens her back, noticing Alyssa stepping up.

"And I vote sister Y/N to be named our head girl instead." And with that, Blair was cast out, allowing a different darkness to take over.

The police took her away, but Y/N failed to move from her spot at the window. She stood, dressed in black, her lips painted a maroon color - a stark contrast to her usual cherry lip balm. Her arms folded across her chest, her gaze cold as ice, even the room temperature lowered. Darkness is a strange substance, like ice it has three states: solid, liquid, and gas, but with a twist. Since it is a sort of mystical material, it doesn't fall under the laws of earthly science, only able to change states by the user. And Y/N inadvertently allowed such darkness to take root, the state of it out of her hands.

"You will lose her." Her voice startled the brothers who tried their best to remain inconspicuous as they sneaked their way to Y/N. Her words chained them to their spots, taking their ability to breathe or move.

"If I have anything to do with it, she will not only hate you, but wish to end you." She turned her head slightly to her right, just enough to give them a clear image of her profile as the last of the sun-rays bathe her skin.

Apollo swallowed thickly, while Hermes felt his heart grow thorns at the possibility.

"Leave her be." Hermes speaks out, an underlying threat clear.

It drew a smile upon her lips, the maroon reminding of blood tainted lips. She turned her head to look at the brothers, noting they barely changed since she last saw them thousands of years ago. The hair was different, but their eyes still had that pride and lack of empathy which led to their downfall.

"Oh, but you know I can't do that. After all, I have old scores to settle with you, my dear husband." Hecate giggles to herself, watching Hermes take long strides toward her. His hands grab at Y/N's arms, shaking her, his face contorted in anger and a splinter of fear.

Awaiting a fresh response from the ghost of his past, Hermes is shocked to see the face before him soften and body in his proximity relax upon his touch.

"I missed our date, didn't I?" Softly spoken, guilt swimming in her bright eyes, Y/N broke through the darkness once more and Hermes choked on air, coughing in response. Y/N didn't seem to be aware of the silent takeover she endured and he didn't seem fit to be the one to tell her. Not yet, at least. Such a confession can be given only when he can count on her love, because only love will stop her from hating him after.

"Uh, no. There's a bonfire at the beach tonight. We can at least talk?" Hermes smiles, trying to ease her mind. He can tell she's confused more than lost. Hecate taking over her body is drawing on her life force and it is draining. After all, she's just a mortal and fragile as porcelain. He forgets that quite often.

"Of course." Nodding, she nestles closer into him, holding out for his warmth to overwhelm the cold that settled in her being, down to the bone.

And while Apollo stood in the shadows, watching his brother tighten his hold on the woman he cared for, for the first time since he came into this universe, he felt an emotion he thought to be fiction - jealousy.

It's the first time he had ever been left aside, his arms open and empty, longing to hold someone...to hold her. It's the first time he realized Hermes has a fair shot with her, if not a better chance at winning because he saw how she hid her face into Hermes' sweater and melted into his form so naturally - on instinct. Apollo always felt like she had to put effort into her interactions with him, but her connection to Hermes wasn't forced, rather easy - as easy as breathing. And that left an ache in his heart, the kind he had never felt and quite possibly would rather not to have felt it at all. It feels like a dagger in his heart and a slap in the face and all he wishes is for the feeling to disappear. But it doesn't.

Walking out the room, heading straight for the gym to take out his frustration on the punching bag, Apollo spares a second look to the all too couply pair with the pang in his chest spreading so fast as if a supernova exploded inside and wiped him out entirely. Swearing he'll up his game, Apollo leaves the pair be, awaiting the nightfall to see her again. It's funny how he's the god they consider to be Sun incorporated, but he found the Sun to be her. At least for him, she is.

Ethan left Y/N to take a nap, allowing her the time to rest up before the bonfire. Although his big date plans were ruined, he decided to turn the night into a date on his own. He just didn't expect Y/N not to show up.

She awoke with a frown, noticing the darkness of the room. Her heart jumped inside her chest, drowning in panic for she knew she had set a new date with Ethan and she has missed it once more. Jumping to her feet, throwing on random looking black clothes on, she rushed out and toward the beach her mother said to have met her father on.

Running between the big rocks that reminded her of small mountains, she felt her mind racing with possibilities of what Ethan must think of her. Until she found herself immobile upon impact.

On a gasp, she looked up, just as she collided with the owner of her thoughts.

The impact knocked the air from her lungs that for one instant, she was sure she'd hit a tree. But her nose buried itself in a soft black shirt, mid chest. His chin passed above her head, her scalp prickled as long hairs were gently brushed and arms like steel slowly closed about her. Instinct awoke in a flustered lush, raising her hands, she pushed against his chest. Her feet slipped on the ocean made rocks, then slid. She gasped again-and clutched wildly instead of pushing. The steely arms tightened and suddenly only her toes touched the slippery rocks under.

Y/N dragged in a breath-one too shallow to steady her whirling head. Her lungs had seized, her senses skittered wildly, informing her, in breathless detail that she was pressed against a man. Not just any man - one with a body like warm, flexing steel that offered warmth in this cold, autumn night.

She had to lean back to look into his face. Brown, almost hazel eyes met hers.

Y/N stilled, she stared. Then she blinked. It took half a second to check - arrogant, pointy and decisively, stubbornly charming chin - it was him. Narrowing her eyes, she fixed them on his; not awkwardly like she thought she would, but as decisively and arrogantly as his chin.

"Put me down, Ethan." Her simple words held echoes of authority, undertones of compulsion.

He heard them; he angled his head, one black brow rising then the ends of his long lips lifted.

"In a minute." Ethan purred. It was her turn to listen and hear the intent in his deep purr. Her eyes flew wide.

"But first..."

If she'd been able to think, she'd have screamed, but the shock of his touch, the intimate warmth of his palm as he framed her face, distracted her. His lips completed the conquest - they swooped, arrogantly confident, and settled over hers.

The first contact stunned her; stealing the very breathe from her lungs. The very concept of breathing drifted from her mind as his lips moved lazily on hers. They were neither warm nor cool, yet heat lingered in their touch. They pressed close, then eased only to push closer.

Firm and demanding, they impinged on her senses, reaching deep, stirring her. She stirred in his encircling arm; it locked tight about her. Heat surrounded her - even through her black, thick sweater, it reached for her, enveloped her, then sank into her flesh. His hunger had infected her.

Utterly distracted, she tried to hold it back, tried to deny its existence, tried vainly to ease the undeniable warmth he provided even as the rain began to drizzle and dampened their kiss. And she couldn't. She was facing ignominious defeat without a single clue of what followed when the hard hand tilting her face shifted. He altered his grip, one thumb pressed insistently in the center of her chin. Her jaw eased, her lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip past hers and the shock of the first touch of tongue against tongue literally curled her toes.

She would have gasped, but that was impossible; all she could do was feel. Feel and follow, and sense the reality of that passion that grew, the surprisingly subtle, deeply evocative, seductively physical need. Temptation streaked through her, even while he took his arrogance to new heights. She hadn't thought it possible, but he pulled her closer, imprinting her soft flesh with the male hardness of his. Ruthlessly confident, he angled his head and tasted her - longingly, unhurriedly - as if he had all the time in the world.

Then he settled to play, to advance and retreat, to artfully entice her into joining the game. She responded, tentatively; instead of the aggressive response she expected, his lips softened fractionally, encouragingly. She dared more, returning the pressure of his lips, the sensuous caress of his tongue. Without even knowing it, she sank into the kiss.

Triumph streaked through Ethan. He'd crumbled her initial resistance; she was soft and pliant, pure magic in his arms. She tasted like ambrosia and although he barely remembered the taste, her lips gave him the incentive to remember. The heady sensation went straight to his head.

And straight to his groin.

Staving off the growing ache, he feasted, careful not to startle her, to let her wits surface enough to recognize his liberties. He wasn't foolish enough to think she wouldn't break the kiss if he gave her sufficient cause. She wasn't like the women he knew in the past, especially not with Hecate in her mind. She was not a simple girl, but a woman and she fitted very well, supple and curvaceous in his arms. How well she was fitting, how tempting her curves were, locked hard against him, registered in every crevice of his mind, they raised his lust to new heights. The soft, touch of her hair, a warm, living veil drifting over the backs of his hands, and the perfume - wildflowers, the promise of spring converted lust to pain.

It was Ethan who pulled back and ended the kiss - it was that, or suffer worse agony. To have her so close, at the tip of his fingers and to have to let her go, untouched at that, is more than any man or god can take and he knew she wouldn't just give herself to him now, merely ten feet away from the crowd where his brother waited for their return.

He needed to show her he's in the game, to put her mind toward what they could have and not just what Apollo had to offer her. He wanted to be a real contender for her heart and he wasn't about to let his jealousy be the reason why he pushes her out her comfort zones. And, despite the intimate caresses they'd exchanged, he knew she wasn't that sort of a girl. He'd breached her walls by sheer brazen recklessness, evoked by her command to put her down. Right now, he'd like to lay her down, but that, he knew, wasn't going to happen.

He raised his head, slowly putting her down.

"I believe I asked you to put me down, not attack my lips." Y/N straightened her back, pushing hard against the mist that fogged her thinking. It took her a moment to sharpen her tongue, but even so, Ethan found it to be cute more than intimidating. Like a kitten pretending to be a tiger.

"And I did. Eventually." Ethan smirked, avoiding to look at her for even a moment stolen would lead him to take in her soft, rosy, swollen lips and that would drive him mad as his desire for her still hadn't gone down and the tightness of his pants and the pain that brings him is a good reminder of such facts.

"You stole a kiss, just as Grayson did. That doesn't make you any better." She hissed, trying to walk past him. A hand on her forearm stops her, the warmth of his touch making her frown as it's inviting, disarming.

"Maybe so. But it doesn't change the fact I gave you a chance to push me away and instead you pulled me in. You enjoyed the kiss." Ethan states, watching her cheeks turn darker even in the night with the moon being his only source of light.

"Maybe so, but that doesn't change the fact that I'd have enjoyed it more had you any decency to ask." She ripped her arm out his hold, walking away without so much as a glance his way. Ethan didn't fear her rage, knowing she just needs a moment alone to collect her thoughts and impressions. He was sure he wanted to tell the truth soon though, so she could judge him properly and perhaps even understand his actions better.

She walked past Grayson without so much as a glance, heading straight to her Kappa sisters. Alyssa could tell something happened and upon examining her lips, it became more of a question of who happened. While Y/N talked in hush voices with her friends, the guys returned to their house - one defeated and the other blatantly bragging about what he had won.

Until Apollo pushed Hermes so hard he banged his head on a desk Y/N set her laptop on.

"All of this crap is your fault!" Apollo is angry and not only about his brother fondling the woman he feels for, but for what is happening to his Sun. She's being eclipsed and he can't seem to fight it no matter what he does. It's bad enough she seems to have a faulty DNA sequence meant to code her survival instincts, but that he can protect her from. What he can't do anything about is an ancient, mythological daughter of two titans that clearly has an agenda.

"How is this my fault?" Hermes sneers, speaking through gritted teeth, his eyes aflame with slithering rage.

"Hecate was your wife after all. She's taking vengeance on you by torturing Y/N." Apollo snaps, his fists hard at his sides, nails breaking skin of his palms.

Hermes shakes his head, rolling his eyes in disdain.

"Ours was an arranged marriage orchestrated by the gods. Had she not helped with Persephone, she would have remained a common witch. Once father gave her immortality and a place in our ranks, there was no choice." Hermes clicks his tongue, leaning back against a wall next to the window Apollo used to spy on Y/N.

"She loved you. We all knew it, but you didn't care. You cheated on her countless times." Apollo points out, annoyed by his brother's refusal to admit his past actions are why the woman they both harbored feelings for is now suffering.

"She was a suitable pair, but if she made the mistake of loving a god who was ordered to love her back, that's on her. Plus, I'm certain being cast out of Mount Olympus was clearly our divorce. I can't change the past, brother. I never loved Hecate, but I don't think I can ever say the same for Y/N. I desire her more than immortality." A tint of despair colors his voice, confirming his words without doubt.

"That was clear to me once you set the Kappa house on fire." Apollo chuckles, about to admit he too fell victim to this unusual mortal's charms.

But the door slamming open stopped his confession and nearly stopped his beating heart as well.

"HE DID WHAT?"

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take me away | minghao

pairing: minghao x reader

genre: badboyau, angst to the fullest

word count: 3.4k

summary: it could be so easy falling in love with the simple things that make someone who they are; hard part? getting them to love you back.

a/n: maybe a part 2? anyway minghao has been on my mind for like a week now so i had to write something about my baby hao uwu

after sitting in your morning lecture for 1 hour; you could already feel yourself slowly dozing off into space. you counted down the minutes until you can finally walk out and go on with your extremely boring day to finally get home and take a fat nap. talking about physics for 1 and 30 minutes can be exhausting, especially when you’re running on 4 hours of sleep. The half empty cup of coffee on your desk is doing a good job on keeping you awake; but not so much on making you pay attention at the professor in front of the class who seemed to keep dragging out his words for what felt like eternity.

you felt your phone in your pocket vibrate against the material of your skinny jeans. You fished out your phone and discreetly looked at it under your table to not bring any unwanted attention to yourself.

hao: hey

hao: are you in class?

You smiled at the text from minghao and quickly typed out a response.

me: yeah, why?

hao: i can pick you up and we can go somewhere

me: hmmmm, idkkkk

me: what do you have in mind :)

hao: anywhere you’d like

hao: i just really wanna see you :)

your heart skipped a beat at the words displayed on your phone screen and you smiled at the text replying back a simple okay. you and minghao have known each other since 3 summer agos, being introduced by one of your friends; jun.

everyone has always told you that you and minghao were complete opposites; you being so friendly and outgoing, always holding a big smile and get along with people very easily, minghao on the other hand doesn’t like having many friends.

it’s not like he’s incapable of making friendships, it’s just he doesn’t like having many friends. he’s someone who prefers keeping to himself even though if standing in a room; all eyes are always on him due to his incredibly good looks.

minghao was the first person you were actually intimidated to speak too. he has this dark aura around him that would intimidate anyone and give off that ‘bad boy’ imagine. but minghao was far from being a ‘bad boy’.

he’s the type of person who likes walking along side of the beach and watch the sunset, as cheesy as that sounds. he’s the type to speak for other people if they ever feel uncomfortable. hes the type to go to museums and think about the amount of time and hard work painters have spent on each individual piece, making it stand out from the rest. he’s the type to wish the best for everyone and anyone out of the kindness of his heart and that’s what attracted you so much to him. how he takes his time to appreciate the beauty in everything.

minghao was one of the kindest people even though it may not look like it to others. but he prefers it this way, people stay away and don’t approach unless approached to. but with you; it was different.

minghao was desperate to get out of that party that one hot summer night, he only went because his friend, jun, begged him to finally get out of the house and stop messing around with that motorcycle he oh so loved. minghao was just thinking of going for an hour or two, and leaving to let everyone else have fun in their own little world. it’s not like he knew many people there anyway, only jun, soonyoung, chan, vernon, and seokmin.

but when jun introduced him to you, he was amused by the way your eyes widen and your smile slightly fell, but not even a second later your eyes soften and gave him the biggest smile he’s ever seen on someone. most people would just shyly say a hello and never speak to him again but he was captivated at the way you just kept making conversation with him and laughed at silly and random things that came out of you mouth; not because you were drunk, but simply because you just found it funny.

but what he was most surprised at was how he kept making conversation right back with you.

ever since, minghao just couldn’t stay away from you and your bubbly personality. you were one of the few things that brought him joy and fun and he cherished you for that.

it also didn’t take much for him to capture your heart. the simplest of things made him smile and those were things that didn’t slip past you. if he was happy, you were even happier. he was like a drug that once you tried; there was no going back. and that’s what scared you.

the first time you kissed minghao was sweet and cliche. he had dropped you off at your dorm your freshman year of college and kissed you. a soft, gently kiss. but that was the kiss that had you sold forever, but you weren’t so sure about him.

you and minghao never clarified what you were. you spent almost everyday together. you went out together. you would kiss. you would hug. and you would have sex.

but the words never left his mouth, and you were too scared to bring it up yourself to not upset him. because if minghao was upset, you were upset. so you never brought up the topic and neither did he. and he probably liked it like that, you thought.

he had the freedom to sleep with other girls and also have you, right? he can do whatever he wants and you would still be there for him because you knew you couldn’t leave his side, right? those were the moments were anxiety and self doubt infested your system, making your head race with a million thoughts as to why minghao has never ever said that he loved you directly to your face.

sometimes he would do things that made you think he did like, waking you up with kisses all over your face, or kiss all his favorite spots on your body and whispering loving words as his lips traveled down your body. or also how he would know if you were having a bad day and would go out of his way to make it better.

but other times he would do things that left you thinking if he even thought of you in ways you thought about him. like never answering your messages days at a time, or shutting you out every time he was upset, or refusing to introduce you to other people as nothing else as his ‘friend’.

your friends knew you guys were a thing, but not even you knew exactly what that ‘thing’ was.

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of people shuffling around you. class had probably ended without you even knowing. everyone quickly filed out of the room while you patiently packed your stuff; thoughts on minghao still lingering in your head.

you slowly walked out of the room holding strong eye contact with the floor, instead of saying hi to the people around you like you usually do.

once you stepped foot outside you finally looked up at the busy people around you. people were rushing in front of you to get to their destinations while others took their time and talked freely with their friends about the new gossip on campus. as a happy and friendly person you were, you never partook in silly conversations about gossip and secrets with other, never really finding a point in it other than just to talk about others without them knowing.

you looked around the sidewalk trying to find him in the sea of heads, until your eyes finally landed on the tall, handsome; minghao.

he leaned back on the black bike behind him; his pride and joy. his long slender fingers supported him against the black leader under his finger tips. his long legs covered by a pair of black jeans were crossed in front of him and a black bottom up shirt hung loosely against his skinny frame. his chest that you loved leaving your love bites on, was exposed to the sun as a couple of silver chains hung on his neck making him look like a total dream. your dream.

once his eyes locked on yours, a small caring smile overtook his features; making the sides of his mouth wrinkle.

you took small steps towards him, instead of the eager ones you usually take when your eyes land on him after a long day.

“hi” he said extending his hand from behind him, in front of you for you to take. you placed your small hand on the palm on his rather large one. feeling the cold of his rings against your skin as his fingers wrapped around your hand. the same fingers that always work magic against your skin.

“hey” you couldn’t suppress the smile that overcame your face as he pulled you towards him after a few seconds of slowly shaking your hand up and down with his. he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tightly against him, placing a gentle kiss on the side of your neck. you hummed in appreciation, missing his scent from not seeing him for almost 2 days.

you pulled away from his embrace parted the hair that covered his eyes, giving you a clear view of the man you adored.

“what’s wrong? you have a long face.” he worriedly looked at you and his brows furrowed in concern. these were the types of things he did that made you think that maybe, maybe he cared about you the same way you cared about him.

“it’s nothing. just a longer lecture than usual” you shrugged your shoulders and looked down at his converse; avoiding his worried gaze. you could feel his eyes burning on the top of your head and you started to get worried that he could see right through you; which he could.

“don’t lie to me. you’re not good at it.” he chuckled making you look back up at him. “now tell me what’s wrong” his eyes went back to the soft concerning look they had. you could feel the anxiety start to bubble up again and you hugged your arms around yourself looking at everything around him instead of him.

you were just about to answer another bullshit lie when you heard your name being called out from behind you. both you and minghao turned to the voice and you smiled once you saw who it was.

“hey y/n, i overslept yesterday and missed class. i was wondering if you could send me the notes.” the handsome jeonghan smiled at you. but you weren’t even thinking about that as you felt minghaos hands drop from your sides and his gaze drifted to dig daggers onto jeonghan.

“of course, ill text you the notes once i get home.” you brightly smiled at the boy and he smiled back. you were just about to turn around and face minghao when the boy spoke up again

“i was also kinda wondering if you’d like to get a coffee tomorrow after class with a few friends, you know, joshua, jihoon, mingyu and...me?” you could hear the nervousness behind his voice as his eyes drifted from your face to minghaos cold eyes staring at him.

“sure, i would love to jeonghan” you smiled at him and didn’t think much about it when you saw the giant smile on his face and his ears turn a slight pink. “cool, uh, see you then.” he politely nodded his head and you and went back to his group of friends. you turned around and were immediately met with minghaos eyes staring deeply at jeonghans back.

“you okay hao?” you shifted your face so you were right in front of his eyes but that mad look still didn’t leave his face.

“he just asked you out.” he bluntly said. “and you just said yes.” you saw something which seemed like hurt flash across his eyes but it was gone as fast as it came which only confused you even more.

“asked me out? he was just being nice and invited me out with a few friends minghao.” his eyes darted to the floor and back up to you to see the genuine confusion on your face, but he still looked pissed off.

even if jeonghan was asking you out on a date, why would he care? its not like he’s ever said that you weren't allowed to go out with other people and have fun, so why would he be getting upset about a guy simple asking you to hang out?

“whatever. lets just go.” he avoided your eyes as he got back on the motorcycle and held it steady for you to climb on the back behind him; like the gentleman he always is. you wrapped your arms around him and burried your cheek to his back, feeling his muscles flex from holding onto the the handles. soon after you were firmly pressed to his back, he started the bike and you guys were off.

you thought that minghao was probably over the whole jeonghan situation by the time you both got to his apartment, but 2 hours later, he still had that mad expression on his gorgeous face. you were scared to say anything to him to not piss him off anymore because if you did, he would probably shut you out even more.

he was sitting on his chair with his canvas in front of him, painting whatever ran threw his mind. the sunset hit the side of his face perfectly making him look like the angel you always thought him to be. he wore no shirt and shoes, but still had the same black jeans from before, he always said he preferred not having a shirt when he was at home. you’ve been watching the side of his face for a good hour now, not speaking a word no matter how much you wanted too. you could feel yourself becoming more nervous every time the seconds ticked by.

minghao sometimes would do this, he would invite you over and you would sit in silence watching him paint but not because he was mad at you. just simply because he enjoyed your presence around him and didn’t feel the necessity to speak every two seconds.

but today was different. the tension in the room only rose and you could feel yourself getting tired of the silence.

“am i just going to sit here and watch you the whole night?” you finally said and surprised yourself at the hostility in your own voice. his hand stopped moving and he looked at you with shock in his eyes probably from the tone of you voice too. he never once has heard you talk like that and it genuinely shocked him, but he quickly covered it up with the same expressionless look from before.

“you can go if you want.” his eyes drifted back to the painting in front of him but his hand didn’t move as smoothly as before, now drifting stiffly across the canvas.

“you were the one that brought me here minghao” you said with annoyance in your voice as you crossed your arms over your chest and looked at the side of his head as he still refused to look at you.

“you should’ve told me to take you home then” his brows furrowed and he kept absentmindedly mixing random colors. you could feel your blood boiling inside of your veins each second that he didn’t even spare to look at you. how can he be mad over a thing so harmless as to being asked to hang out by a friend?

“you were the one who wanted to hang out in the first place minghao!” you stood up and went to stand up next to the canvas, in front of him. his eyes didn’t even quaver to take a glance at you. the same mad look hiding behind his long black bangs. he stayed quiet and continued to ignore your existence like you were just a piece of dust in the air.

you were tired. tired of trying to get his attention and squeeze at least a few words out of him. so you did the best thing you could’ve possibly done in that moment; you walked away. you weren’t going to continue to push someone to talk if they didn’t want to.

you turned around and headed for the door with a loud scoff; making sure he would hear. you picked your bag up and made your way to the door to put on your shoes.

“where are you going?” minghao finally broke his silent treatment and stood from his chair. “home. just like you said” you replied bitterly and he could hear the exhaustion and venom in your voice.

“i didn’t mean it. stop.” he placed his hand on your arm to try and pull you back from putting on your shoes. at this point you were trying to force the tears back in from spilling all over your face, even though he tried to pull you back from getting your stuff, you could still hear the emptiness in his voice.

“then what do you mean hao? you do one thing and then do a different thing. you say one thing and then say the opposite of it. just for once tell me what you mean! i can’t read your mind minghao! if you’re mad say it!” you could feel your body temperature rise and your ears become hotter the instant those words left your mouth. you’ve never raised your voice at minghao or anyone in that matter. but it felt good to finally let something out of you chest in a different way that wasn’t just sweet words. and that’s how you found the courage in yourself to finally say whats next after it was pure silence from him.

“i’m not something that you can just have when you’re lonely minghao. i have feelings y’know? it hurts me having to feel like i’m just a background character in your life instead of a main one like you are in mine. you can’t keep me in the dark hao.” you could feel yourself giving up. hot tears started to build up in the corners of your eyes but you didn’t care enough anymore to wipe them away.

by now his mouth was hanging open trying to find the words that just couldn’t come to his head. sadness was layered in his eyes as he listened to every confession leaving your mouth, were you really feeling like this the whole time?

“if you like me, say so. if you don’t, just tell me so i don’t have to sit around and wait for you to come around..” you finally let the tears that you were holding back for months escape. it felt good to finally let every worry out even though it was not the way you planned.

“i-“ that’s all he managed to say before his hand dropped from around your arm. “i’m... i’m just confused. i didn’t mean to make you feel this way.” the soft voice of the minghao you deeply cared about finally came to light, you could see the trouble in his face and body language; like he wanted to reach out for you but physically couldn’t. he wanted to reach out and wipe the tears that rolled down your eyes, he wanted to hold you and tell you every little thing he loved about you and yell out to the world how much he cared and wanted you; but he couldn’t.

you finally wiped the tears from your eyes and looked at the ground trying to figure out your next move as to what to do in this situation.

“well minghao, that’s something you have to figure out.” the words finally left your lips as you looked at him with the bravest face you could possibly master right now. you finished putting on your shoes and made a move towards the door; hoping that maybe, there was a chace that he would try and stop you. but that moment never came, you opened the door and close it behind you leaving a pained minghao starring at the spot you once stood in.

a/n: i ended up accidentally deleting this but thank GOD i had it saved somewhere so i was able to repost it oof

[casually-inlove]

Hello, I thoroughly enjoy your in depth analysis on 19 days and wanted your opinion. If you had to classify each character as a personality trait what would it be? It doesn't have to be their best or worse. Thank you!

‘Lo! Anon-san, I’m sorry, I know you asked this question yesterday, but I didn’t have time, so I’m kinda late with replying. Ofc it’s always a pleasure to know that people find shorts bits I write entertaining/interesting.

Concerning your question, it’s very thought-provoking (somehow it made me think of Tarot cards hmm) even though I doubt I’ll tell you anything ground-breaking. 

Momo

To me, one of the most notable qualities that define him as a character is his ability to persevere. Let’s face it: life hasn’t been kind to him. He’d faced prejudices based on people’s ignorance regarding his father, he’d faced having everything taken away from him — people theorize that the restaurant where everything went south belonged to the Mo’s, meaning that they were relatively well-off and thus had lost both their status and money. We can also gather that Mo had been ostracised and isolated by his peers, which supposedly led him to fall in with the wrong gang — that one of She Li — where he had been treated like shit and ostensibly made to participate in questionable things. Even now he has to deal with his family debts and debts collectors that go hand in hand with that. Despite all that nasty stuff he doesn’t break down, doesn’t become a completely embittered ball of hatred. Doesn’t stoop to debasing himself either — that’s something commendable. The thing is that his perseverance often takes a form of withdrawing into his own shell. While it’s a perfectly understandable defence mechanism, it’s also a double-edged sword: Mo doesn’t trust easily, doesn’t see the need to let anyone into his life. His views of others are skewed and tinted by his often tragic experiences. Moreover, he’s obstinate in doing so. Once his views are set in stone, he’s reluctant to change them. With that said, I do believe that he represents tenacity mixed with obstinacy. 

He Tian / He Cheng

With He Tian, I’m a bit on a fence, ahaha. I’d say that one of the key traits that define him for me is his self-will, his streak to do things as he sees fit. Given his history of acting haughty (bossing Mo around), it’s both a flaw and a boon. Nevertheless, I do consider it to be his strong suit. He had a spine to see that his family (father presumably) is up to no good. He had a spine to break away from them, to realize he’s his own person. He had a spine to start living on his own — again presumably at a very young age. While some may say that he’s always had everything handed to him on a silver platter, it still takes a LOT of balls to start living on your own when you are fifteen or younger, and it takes much more to rebel when your family dabbles in criminal activities. I should also point out that despite being headstrong and willful He Tian’s also selfless and kind, even though it may take on twisted forms. There’s also something else that defines He Tian for me, and that is his ability to put on a facade, to grin and bear it. OX has shown several times that he’s lonely and suffering deeply from his past traumas, yet when he’s out there, he never shows the world his pain. Nobody knows how much hurt is hidden behind those eyes. Again, it’s neither good or bad; still, it takes a strong character to keep on smiling despite feeling dead inside. This stoicism is a trait he shares with He Cheng, though HC takes it up to eleven.

Zhan Zheng Xi

We see so little of his inner world which is definitely a shame. For me ZZX embodies moderation. He always seems to be reserved in things he says, things he does, in things he wears — and he’s completely fine with that. Also, he gives me an impression of someone committed to being organized and punctual. He’s the one to keep his head cool whenever the duo encountered Mo, to the point when he de facto refused to twist Momo’s balls. In general, he seems to think a bit before acting — but that is not to say that he’s always the mature one. However more often than not it was ZZX who prevented (or tried to prevent) Jian Yi from doing foolish stuff. So I think that moderation suits him well, as banal as it may sound. 

Jian Yi 

He’s the one that is most amiable and open among the other boys. I believe it stems from him having a lonely childhood — we saw that other children often bullied him too, and unlike Momo, he didn’t have his mom there for him most of the time. We also know that Jian Yi longed to have a company — to have physical proof that he’s not alone. And this is partly what drives him to ultimately forgive his wrongdoers and to hold no grudges against them to the point of becoming buddies. We see it happen with Momo and that girl who had a crush on ZZX. So he could definitely embody amicability. However, there’s another trait that he seems to represent, at least to my mind. And that is giddiness. He’s effervescent, very lively, always in motion, nearly always acting on his whims. His mood is very protean too — you could argue that his ability to change his attitude towards those who wronged him is also a part of his mutability. Again, this is neither a good nor a bad trait, yet it makes Jian Yi very flexible when needed. In that regard, he’s the opposite of Momo, who’s slow/reluctant to change. So yeah, for me Jian Yi represents the ability to change and adapt. 

Regarding other characters, like She Li or brother Qiu, I think I’d like to have more input data before assessing them. I’m sure that both of them are fascinating and simply didn’t get the chance to steal the spotlight yet. Again all of it is just my opinion. It goes without saying that OX has put an incredible effort into creating multifaceted characters that are so much more than they appear to be at a glance, and they simply cannot be described with just one trait. 

[randomfandomimagine]

Invisible Beauty (Newt x Reader)

Character: Newt Scamander

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Blind!Reader, Soulmate AU

Title: Invisible Beauty

  Requested by anon:

Hi! Request for an imagine for Newt (FBAWTFT) for a Soulmate!AU where everything is black & white but then it is colourful when you meet your soulmate? So Newt is chasing his usual Niffler since it stole something again. So when he gets the item back and gives it back to the owner (who is reader), the world becomes colourful. He says something like “wow isn’t it beautiful?” And reader is confused. It turns out that reader is blind and a muggle too. But Newt is sure that they are soulmates

  A/N: Written in Newt’s POV!

Blimey, that darn Niffler again. Where was that little bugger? He gave me nothing but trouble lately. I had expected my trip to New York to be calmer and more productive, I did not want to be chasing after a mischievous little creature who was too dazzled with shiny objects to keep himself out of trouble, and at the same time me.

I gasped when I noticed the Niffler crossing the street, holding on to what seemed a silver necklace. There was his beloved treasure, and I knew he only meant to make it bigger.

“Here we go” I whispered under my breath, prepared to go after him. However, something stood in my way, quite literally.

I was so preoccupied with keeping track of the escaped Niffler that my eyes had been directed to the other street instead of where I was walking. A lump lied on the floor, making me trip and causing me to fall on my knees.

“Oh, no!” A soft voice said in a high-pitched squeak. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry!”

I looked to see a lovely looking young lady, knelt down on the ground as her delicate hands gently palpated the ground.

“I’m terribly sorry” I apologized, clumsily reaching out just as she did as well. “I didn’t see you”

“Don’t worry” The smile she showed me next brought a sudden warm feeling to my chest.

As her hand rested against my arm, I was overcome with a wave of emotion that, although it was quite gentle, was somehow still powerful enough to take my breath away.

The world had always been black and white. I didn’t quite understand my classmates surprise over my ginger hair, or their confusion when I accidentally chose the wrong colored table when I was sorted into Hufflepuff. And even then, as I looked up to the buildings, cars, streets and people I saw nothing but monochrome, of browns, gray and black. Until I looked at her.

The girl was filled of beauty, of color, of life. The warm color in her eyes, the soft color in her hair, the faint pink in her cheeks. It was breathtaking, and an unexpected smile slowly took over my lips.

“I’m sorry, mister” Her soft voice brought me back to reality. “I know I shouldn’t be crouching on the ground in the middle of the street, but I seem to have misplaced something very important to me”

Her words reminded me of my quest in search of the Niffler. With a quick movement of my eyes, I noticed he was nowhere in sight. He had escaped for now.

“Did you lose something then?” I replied, politely yet timidly holding her by the elbow as she stood to her feet. That brief contact brought sudden butterflies to my stomach.

“My silver necklace” She sighed, resting a hand on her chest. “It was a gift, so I treasure it very dearly”

“I’m afraid I can’t see it around here either” I muttered, forcing myself to avert my gaze despite my unusual desire to stare at her colorful and lively face. “But I can certainly help you look for it”

“That would be wonderful!” She smiled widely, gently squeezing my arm, that I had forgotten she was still holding on to. “Thank you so much!”

“It is no trouble, really” After all, I felt partially guilty that my Niffler had stolen it, it was my responsibility to help her get it back. “Shall we?”

“Where are we going?” She followed after me, slowly letting go of me.

As we crossed the street together, I was fascinated by our surroundings. Every once in a while, we encountered a colorful poster that announced a big event. The colors of the announcement were strong and vibrant, a delightful sight.

Curious about my own attire, I looked down to notice my blue and yellow Hufflepuff scarf, my dark coat, bright vest and brown boots. Before, it all looked grey.

“Are you still there?” She asked me suddenly.

“Yes” I hurried to reply, half questioningly, trying to forget about the beautiful colors all around me.

“I know” The girl smiled at me, a sight I was yet not over. “You just grew awfully quiet over there”

“Sorry” I chuckled awkwardly, looking anywhere but into her warm eyes. “It’s just quite beautiful…”

“What is?”  

“You don’t see the colors?”

“I’m… blind”

I suddenly felt so stupid. I thought the reason she wouldn’t meet my eyes was because she was shy, just like I often found myself averting my gaze as eye contact made me uncomfortable. I felt terrible, although I forced myself to speak up as to not upset her with my silence.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t’ realize-“ She smiled, to my surprise, interrupting my nervous rambling.

“It’s okay, mister” The lady nodded vehemently, that kind, beautiful and friendly smile still present in her lips.

“Please, call me Newt” I mildly bowed my head down even if she couldn’t see me.

“Newt” She repeated, savoring the word. Such a simple word, yet my name had never sounded as wonderful as until the moment it came from her mouth, uttered by her lovely voice. “My name is Y/N”

It was quite a beautiful name, though as I opened my mouth to say it, I gulped without meaning to. Instead of saying any words, I only managed a strangled noise.

In response to my awed silence, Y/N did nothing but to smile even wider and let out a beautiful chuckle that somehow brought me a sense of familiarity, accompanied by an inner warmth. If I didn’t know it was impossible, I would have thought that some sort of strange creature that I strangely didn’t know about had taken over my stomach to make me feel this giddy. Of course, there wasn’t such creature. But there was Y/N, an incredibly human being that made me feel as special as my creatures did.

“Do you happen to see my necklace around here?” Y/N spoke up, claiming my attention.

“N-No, can’t say I do”

“It should be close if I dropped it, I heard it falling”

“You don’t think it could have been, unfortunately, stolen?”

“Let’s hope not!”

“We will find it, Y/N” I assured, quite confident that I could keep at least that promise.

“Thank you, Newt” I couldn’t quite tell if it was intentional or not, but her shoulder gently bumped against mine. “Thank you very much”

*

It was quite difficult to focus on one thing. On the one hand, I had to search for the Niffler and make sure I recovered the necklace. On the other hand, Y/N was quite distracting and even the new colors that surrounded me paled next to her beauty. Her conversation was exhilarating and her gentle kindness was intoxicating. Y/N’s presence alone made me forget about my mission until I remembered that I was after the Niffler.

“There!” I exclaimed when I spotted a small furry creature running around.

“Where?!” Y/N blindly reached out until her hand rested on my forearm, and I must say that her constant need for physical contact was quite pleasant and endearing. It was a surprise even for myself, as I usually dreaded it.

I silently pulled my wand out with my free hand and subtly pointed it towards the Niffler.

“Accio” With that, the necklace and the creature it was attached to were attracted to me until the Niffler rested on my arms.

He looked up at me with innocent eyes, yet I sent him a harsh glare. I saved him in my pocket, hoping he would not escape again before I took the time to put him back in the case, and retrieved Y/N’s necklace.

“Newt?” She called me, expectant and excited.

“If I may… Your hand…” I stuttered, but she gladly held it out for me. I gently lay the necklace on her palm.

“Yes!” She eagerly fidgeted around, but stayed still for a moment to pass her fingers over the surface of the pendant. “This is it!”

Holding it gingerly, she lay it over her collarbone and moved her hands to her nape to try and secure it. Seeing as she struggled a bit, I quickly saved my wand and positioned myself behind her.

“Allow me to help you” I shuddered when our hands brushed against each other as she softly let go of the end of the chain. I tried to be gentle as I secured the necklace, knowing it was inevitable for my fingers to graze her soft nape.

“Thank you!” Y/N turned around suddenly, surprising me as we now were facing each other, extremely close.

I gulped at the closeness, but not because it made me uncomfortable. It… flustered me. I craved it, much to my dismay, yet at the same time it made me nervous. Even more nervous than any possible interaction I had before, yet for the first time I realized it wasn’t a bad thing.

A feeling within me told me that this was something special, that Y/N herself was special, at least to me. And not because she was, in my eyes, but because she was destined to be special for me. Like… soulmates? Perhaps, yes.

“You would think I’m absolutely mad but… I think we’re soulmates” I stared at her expectantly, even if I had to look away soon after. No matter the fact that she didn’t notice me staring.

“Oh, so you felt it too?” That perfect smile illuminated her soft features once more.

“Yes” I blinked repeatedly, completely astonished. “How did you know if you can’t....?”

Her hands slowly made their way to my face. Her tender palms rested against my cheeks, bringing a loving warmth as her delicate fingers caressed my skin. While one hand lingered there, the other met my hair, carefully touching my curls.

“I can’t see it, but I can feel it…” She took a deep breath, overwhelmed, even if she was smiling. “And it is beautiful”

I reached out to touch her, but hesitated. Her hands moved, caressing my jaw and my neck on their way down until they settled over my shoulders. I tried again, and my fingers were trembling as they gingerly took hold of a single tuft of her soft hair.

To my surprise, Y/N didn’t react. Despite not seeing me moving closer, she was not startled, nearly like she expected me to. Like she knew I would because she anticipated my movements. Because she knew me.

“I don’t need to see to feel that vitality arising in me, or to know of your softness and gentleness”

“Oh…”

“It’s strange, but it’s true… It’s like… an invisible beauty like…”

“Magic” I completed for her, earning a smile and a nod.

“Exactly, Newt”

“You do believe in magic?”

“Absolutely”

“I can show you some more magic”

I held a hand out for her to hold, just then realizing I would have to either tell her or hold her hand myself. However, before I could do any of the above, her palm gently pressed against mine as she innocently giggled. Somehow, she knew. Perhaps it was something in my tone that gave it away, or she might have heard the fabric of my coat rustling as I stretched out my arm. Or what I chose to believe, that our shared souls communicated what our bodies and minds couldn’t.

I smiled, treasuring the feeling of her hand against mine. No one had ever made me feel like that, I only felt this comfortable and relaxed around my creatures. But Y/N wasn’t just anyone, and I didn’t think our meeting was a coincidence. She was special, and she made me feel like myself, especially because somehow she liked me that way.

Tagging: @fandomnerdsarecool, @fortheloveofbenyandtom, @overpowered-insanity, @snowfire71

[imaginedisish]

I’ll Be Your Mirror (Colin Ritman x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: I’M SORRY FOR NOT POSTING ANYTHING AAHHHH!!! I’m sorry guys...I just got so busy and I lost track of time. But don’t fret, I’ll be going back to posting at least once a day hehehehe! Tomorrow will be some Stefan smut, and if we’re lucky I’ll have the Otis smut as well. If not, then the Otis smut will be released the day after tomorrow. ANYWAY, I wrote this one because I wanted to. I needed some Colin fluff. The title and parts of the imagine are heavily based on I’ll Be Your Mirror by The Velvet Underground and Nico. GO listen to it PLS! ALSO I HIT 600! THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL! Okay on with the show...

Summary: Colin helps you through your trust issues, reassuring you that he’ll be there for you no matter what.

Warnings: Language! Some (semi) angst, references to cheating (not Colin though, the reader’s parents), reference to sex, FLUFF MEGA FLUFF OMG FLUFFFFFF!!! 

Word Count: 2,179

Also someone send me gifs pls i need more.

The harsh wind cuts through the tension in your body like a knife. The cold bites aggressively at your nose, and it begins to feel as though icicles are growing upon the tip. You curl your knees into your chest in retaliation to the less than pleasant weather as you look over the city street below from the balcony, fidgeting uncomfortably in your old, white, wrought iron chair.

You try to forget your problems as you watch the couples below walk hand in hand, one occasionally resting his or her head on their partner’s shoulder. However, it was no use. Nothing seemed to change. You still felt destroyed, disgusted, and empty. 

At times like these, moments of sheer hopelessness and helplessness, you took yourself out to the balcony. You would sit there, taking deep breaths as you tried your best to understand whatever situation you were in. This time, however, things seemed impossible. 

Earlier that day, your mother had told you the unbelievable, the unfathomable:

Your father had cheated on your mother.

The two people in your life you thought were in such true and real love were not. It felt almost as if your life was one big lie. It hurt like hell. 

While you recognized that cheating was an unfortunate, yet real aspect of life, the idea that your father could do that to your mother was haunting. You felt terrible for your mother, and on top of that, you felt as though you and your siblings weren’t good enough to make your father want to stay. 

You felt betrayed, hurt, damaged. 

Worst of all, the situation made you question everything, even your relationship with Colin. You felt a sense of insuperable paranoia. 

What if he doesn’t love me anymore? What if he leaves? What if he’s been cheating this whole time? You think to yourself. 

You wrap your arms tightly around your knees. Your eyes begin to sting as tears quickly surface. Breathing deeply, you attempt to hold them back. 

Suddenly, you hear the front door of your flat slam shut, causing you to jump in your seat.

“(Y/N)?” Colin calls out. “I’m home!”

You don’t move, nor do you say a thing. You stay exactly where you are as the tears you once held in begin to stream down your cheeks at free will. 

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” Colin asks, shouting now. You don’t respond. You can’t bring yourself to say anything. 

Then, almost involuntarily, your tears quickly turn to heavy, audible sobs. It was all too much to keep locked away inside of you. The sobs must have given away your secret hiding spot, as the glass doors swoosh open behind you, and you feel a warm, familiar presence come to your side.

“Oh my God, what happened?” Colin whispers, kneeling down by your side. He adjusts his silver rims, pushing them a bit higher on the bridge of his nose. 

Not a word comes out of your mouth as your thoughts continue to plague you. 

Colin furrows his eyebrows, concern plastered across his face. “Talk to me, please,” Colin begs pain prevalent in his voice. He brings a hand to your knee, rubbing it softly with his thumb. 

“M-my parents,” You finally mutter in between sobs, “a-are getting a divorce b-because…” You trail off. The sentence hurt far too much to finish.

“Take your time, love,” Colin coos, his hand still on your knee. He looks up at you with wide eyes, a small, reassuring smile stretching across his face. 

“M-my dad cheated.” You choke on your words, closing your eyes tightly, still in disbelief at the news. 

Unexpectedly, you feel two strong, comforting arms wrap around you. You push your face into Colin’s chest, and you sob into him. He squeezes you tightly, trying to help release the obvious tension and stress that had extended throughout your body.

“C-Colin I-I-,” You stutter, unable to form a sentence.

“Shhhh, love. I’m here, it’s okay,” Colin whispers in your ear. 

In that moment, you almost feel the need to pull away from him. You kept thinking about the “other woman,” from your father’s affair. She was a family friend who knew you, your mother and your siblings so well. You had called her your aunt for years. It was as though you could no longer trust anyone, including Colin. 

You lightly push him off of you, but he immediately gets the hint and steps back completely. He looks at you, confusion spreading across his face. 

“I don’t know who I can trust, Colin,” You say firmly as his intense blue gaze meets yours. 

Colin furrows his eyebrows. “You can trust me, (Y/N), you know that.” He steps towards you again. You get up in response, quickly walking towards the edge of the balcony. Colin follows behind you. “Say something,” Colin says, concern heavy in his voice. 

You place your right hand on the railing of the balcony, and look down to the streets below. “I-If my parents were truly in love, how could something like this happen?” You ask, turning to Colin. The sadness in your voice now replaced by extreme anger. “How do I know if…” You pause, trying to collect your thoughts.

“How do you know if, what?” Colin asks, walking closer to you. He places his hand on top of yours, but you instantly pull it away. “Tell me what the bloody hell is going on!” Colin’s voice is now filled with vex. 

Tears fill your eyes yet again. “Colin, I’m worried you’re going to leave me,” You mumble, the tears now pouring down your cheeks. “I’m worried that I’m not good enough, that you’re going to cheat on me, that you don’t really love me.” 

Colin shakes his head, and walks to the other side of the balcony. He sits down in the chair you had been sitting in before. He takes off his glasses, and places them on the matching white, wrought iron table in front of him. He rubs his eyes. He’s clearly exhausted and frustrated as he rests his head in his hands. 

“You really think I’d do or believe all of that?” He says, looking back up towards you, staring deeply into your eyes. “Because if you do, you’re so incredibly wrong.”

He pushes the chair back, the wrought iron scraping roughly against the concrete below. Colin stands up, and rushes over to you. 

“I’ve been in love with you from the very second I met you, and I can promise to God,” He pauses, pointing his finger towards the grey clouds above, “or whatever the hell is up there, be it some person controlling us or an omniscient being, that I will love you, and stay in love with you forever.” 

You’re at a loss for words. Colin had told you a million times that he loved you, but it was never anything like this. It was never anything so definite, so serious. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but you never truly knew how he felt on the matter of the future. 

“And as for that cheating bullshit,” Colin pauses, pressing his lips together as he arches a brow in your direction. “I would never cheat on you because no one on this planet, or in any other universe, for that matter, will ever amount to your worth. You’re more than good enough. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.” 

You feel a droplet of rain fall from the dark, thick clouds above, and then it slowly begins to drizzle. 

“Colin I’m so sor-,”

He cuts you off. “No, I’m not finished yet.” Colin’s face is slowly turning red. He takes another step towards you as the rain grows heavier. “Our love isn’t defined by other people’s failed relationships. You aren’t your parents, and I sure hope to hell I’m not mine.” 

Your stomach churns at the mention of Colin’s parents. Colin’s mother was just fine, but his father was a physically and mentally abusive, horrendous person. He made Colin’s childhood a living hell, and you wanted to kill the man for it.

Colin lowers his voice, almost as if he doesn’t want to be heard. “I mean hell, if I was my fucking father we would never be able to have children, and I would hate that.” 

The rain begins to pour. “Colin wh-wha-,”

Colin cuts you off again. “You heard me. I said it before and I’ll say it again,” He steps closer to you, so that his nose brushes against yours. He brings his hands up to cup your cheeks. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and nothing can ever change that. You’re always on my mind, (Y/N), and I’m so sorry if it doesn’t seem like that.”

Colin’s lips suddenly come crashing down on yours, and you hum in response. The kiss is languid and warm, yet passionate at the same time. You pull away for some air, but Colin pulls you right back in. 

“You really thought you could get away, didn’t you?” Colin mumbles against your lips, smiling. You can’t help but giggle. He finally pulls away, combing a hand through his soaking wet, platinum blonde hair. 

“I’m sorry Colin. I don’t know why I would assume all of that,” You say softly. 

“Don’t worry, love. You heard about what your father had done, and everything suddenly changed for you. It happens, and you don’t need to apologize,” Colin coos, wrapping his arms around you once again. “Promise me something though, okay?” Colin asks.

“Of course.” You say back, ignoring the fact that the rain had completely drenched your hair and clothes. None of that mattered, because you were with Colin.

“Let me be your mirror,” Colin says matter of factly, swaying you side to side, humming the tune of “I’ll Be Your Mirror,” by The Velvet Underground and Nico softly in your ear. It was your favorite song off of the The Velvet Underground and Nico record, and one of your favorite songs of all time. 

“I find it hard to believe you don't know, the beauty you are. But, if you don’t, let me be your eyes,” Colin sings softly, and you can’t help but smile. “I’m not going to stop until you promise me you’ll let me be your mirror, reflecting all that you are, just in case you don’t know,” Colin says, chuckling lightly, still swaying with you. 

“I promise,” You giggle. 

“Good,” Colin says, pulling apart from you. “Now let’s get inside and dry off, yeah?” You nod, and Colin grabs your hands with his, pulling you inside the flat. 

You shake off the rain, quickly running into your bedroom to grab a change of clothes. Oddly enough, Colin hadn’t followed you into the room. You get changed, and walk back into the living room. 

There was Colin, standing in front of the record player. His The Cure shirt was completely soaked, his blue jeans, drenched. He turns around to you, a smile plastered on his face. 

“I’ll be your mirror, reflect what you are, in case you don’t know…” Nico’s voice echoes through the apartment. Colin had put the record on. 

You laugh a bit. “Colin, I already said yes. I promise, I promise that you can be my-,” 

You stop talking as you realize Colin is down on one knee. 

“I’m so deeply in love with you, and I figured there was no better time than the present to do this…” Colin trails off nervously. “(Y/N), I can guarantee to you that if there are a million timelines, a million universes, this is the only one I’m truly happy in, and that’s because in this one, I have you.” He pauses again, swallowing harshly. 

“Marry me, (Y/N).” 

Your heart flutters in your chest, the way it did on your first date, the way it did when you and Colin shared your first time together. Everyday felt like the first with Colin. He was your mirror, and you’d be an idiot to say no to the person who wanted to show you how special you were, the person who wanted to be there for you no matter what. 

“Yes Colin, of course yes,” You practical shout, running over to him. You press your lips against his, but all you can do is smile into the kiss. You were so unbelievably happy. “I love you so much,” you say, pulling your lips from his. 

“And I’m so deeply in love with you, (Y/N).”

“When you think the night has seen your mind

That inside you're twisted and unkind

Let me stand to show that you are blind

Please put down your hands

'Cause I see you

I'll be your mirror

(reflect what you are)

I'll be your mirror

(reflect what you are)

I'll be your mirror

(reflect what you are)

I'll be your mirror

(reflect what you are)

I'll be your mirror

(reflect what you are)”