#for once why can't spring be warmer

[kimyoonmiauthor]

Slight note about the system of food.

'cause adding it to the large doc might crash my computer?:

I've realized that though historical fiction minds this more when set in pre-industrial times, that often fantasy set in agricultural societies doesn't seem to do this, though it should.

So I'll give you an example...

Almost everything in Korean food is centered and bred for two things: Kimchi and soy sauce.

But what you don't realize in your industrialized state how freaking long it takes to make these things and how much planning is involved and how much you have to mind the seasons in order to make it correctly.

Kimchi:

Baekchu (or other vegetables) that's often harvested in fall.

The salt, which was traditionally sea salt was harvested in the spring and summer months.

Garlic is a spring to mid summer crop.

The sweet rice that goes into winter kimchi takes a ton of work to make and can take from Spring to fall.

The fish sauce that goes into Kimchi that helps preserve it for over a year, takes and ENTIRE YEAR to make. Yes, a year. You really, really have to plan on that. And what do you do if the fishing is poor for that year?

Spring onions are faster to grow, but you still have to time it for the fall kimchi making.

The fish are seasonal. For example, Yellow Corvina is taken in Korea in the spring. Shrimp in the summer (June), and anchovies in early spring to fall.

Your timing has to be impeccable and you need an entire year to plan this one dish.

Meanwhile, you, industrialized person, take for granted that you can get fish sauce any time you like and can pour it over kimchi.

In fantasy this could add flavor to your fantasy make up, if your character can only get this dish once a year. It can add political unrest (What do you mean the salt harvest was poor and we're left with the shitty metallic salt), because your characters in an agricultural society will be subject to weather changes, which you get when reading historical fiction and so on. Three seasons of poor harvest, daaaamnn... the people might overthrow their government. There might be new religions that pop up, there might be uprisings because the King and Queen are eating feasts every day while the peasants are eating things that are empty calories.

What I'm saying is that you can't be too entrenched into industrial mindset if you're not writing an industrial setting.

That orange is seasonal and only comes about in a connected system that has winter and a warmer climate.

Maybe there are key foods for your climate that are highly treasured or sought after. Mandarins once were. Cacao. Think a bit about those things and how it might interact with the larger world. When does your plant mature and when can it be harvested? is it different from different climates? There's wars that have been fought over food. (Tea, famously, at least a few times).

A staple crop failing is going to have devastating consequences.

And yet, often in fantasy, I often see people going, ya know what I can eat in the dead of winter, strawberries. Do we have greenhouses? No. Did we have freezers? No. But you know what my character is eating? A strawberry. Yeah, think about that. Strawberries don't preserve well. So plan out the timing of your dishes a bit (to the climate and subsistence system) and it can give a bit of background worldbuilding to your dishes and food.

I do have to say that the small mentions from Rings of Power on what's in season or not and why kinda made me feel like the world and the traveling was more "real" with the Harfoot. There's small references to fall v. spring crops.

[mistymisfit]

How he shows he loves you

Summary: 3 short blurbs on how Jason shows reader he loves them.

warnings: mentions of reader being kidnapped, but descriptions are very vague lol.

wc: 2k

a/n: This isn't edited at all, but it has been sitting on y drafts for wayyyy too long

Jokes

Disappointment is not the initial reaction he hoped for when he came in through your front door. Shock would've been a more appropriate response, since your music was too loud and you didn't hear him come in. He decided to pull a prank and scare you, silently making his way to the kitchen where you were having a karaoke session. Which given how quiet he could be when he wanted to, it was not that hard at all. Now Jason tries to hold back his laugh, a boyish grin plastered across his features that he wouldn't be able to suppress even if he tried.

"What are you making?" He whispers next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. If he was being honest, he'd say he is concerned about how long it takes you to notice there's someone else in your apartment. But right now, he's too caught up in the bliss of being in your presence that he can't bring himself to care.

"Oh, you're early." You say after the scream you let out when he comes up behind you, seemingly out of nowhere to whisper in your ear.

"Why? You're mad?" He replies, hiding his insecurity behind sass. What if you didn't want him there? What if he's overstayed his welcome? But before he can come up with some convoluted reason for why you don't want him anymore, you're stopping him.

"I just wanted to have this done by the time you got here" You signal back at the food with your head. And he looks over, finally realizing you were cooking his favorite meal.

"What's the special occasion?"

"Nothing," You blush "Can't a girl just cook for her boyfriend?"

"Not unless she wants me to make her my wife," He teases, you roll your eyes, growing accustomed to these types of jokes. Once he reached a certain level of domesticity and was comfortable enough in the relationship, he started to talk about how he was gonna marry you. Jason would even jokingly refer to you as his wife. At first, he made you blush, now it was just the usual routine.

You would lie if you said it didn't excite you and make your feelings all mushy when he did that, your heart felt warmer when he showed how committed he was to you. You felt giddy whenever he said "When we get married", he never said if we get married, he was very certain about wanting to spend the rest of his life with you. Your heart skipped a beat whenever he'd drop a detail of his dream wedding, "We're having a chocolate cake, like the one in Matilda" or "I'm kissing the fuck out of you on that altar". One time he said: "If you liked that, imagine what our honeymoon would be", that one got him a soft slap on his chest as you chuckled.

"How did you get here anyways?" You change the subject, going back to your cooking.

"Used the front door" He answers with a smirk, arms wrapping around your waist as he steps closer to you.

"Really? How?"

"Cause I'm your boyfriend," He replies like it's the most obvious thing in the world. It is, but he didn't need to say it like that. "I have been for a while, and you gave me your keys"

"Damn, my doorman just lets anyone in these days" You joke and you can hear the little "tsk" that comes from his mouth as he lets go of you.

"I can leave and come back from your window" He's kidding, but you know him well enough to know he's willing to follow through just for the sake of doing a bit. Instead, you hold his arm, pulling him back to you in between giggles.

"Please, I finally have boot imprint-free windowsills"

He laughs, it's real laughter, not his usual chuckle. It makes your heart work overtime as you watch his smile reach his eyes so much that he ends up closing them. He pulls you in for a kiss before he lets you go to finish the dinner you worked so hard on. The food that when he takes a bite from has him asking:"You want a summer or spring wedding?"

Touch

Even if he's less inclined to admit this, Jason knew that before you met he was touch starved. And now he can't get enough of it, he's constantly on your side or with his hands on you in any way, shape or form. It came as a shock--to him-- how badly he needed you sometimes, he never felt this about anyone before. He swears he's not usually this clingy.

You are walking down the street and suddenly you're not holding his hand or bicep and he's grabbing your hand and putting it back. He could never be one of those boyfriends who don't notice when their partner stops holding their hand, if you ever so that he's immediately holding your hand again and asking what's wrong.

Sometimes his touch is protective. You are going through a crowded space and he has his hand placed on the small of your back, guiding you and making sure nothing ever happens to you. It turns a little too protective when another guy tries talking to you and he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a kiss.

But most of the time, he's all alone with you, lying down on bed or a couch, and he's tracing shapes on your uncovered skin. He leans his head closer when you play with his hair or God forbid you touch his face, it has his knees giving out. He loves feeling your weight on top of him, loves feeling you're real and that you're with him and not going anywhere. Maybe he sneaks a hand under your clothes if he feels daring, and your attention doesn't shift. It amazes him how he's allowed this, how much access you give him. And over everything else, it doesn't have to be sexual. Casual skin to skin contact did not have to mean anything else; it was just that.

With you he's experienced that not every touch has violence behind it, not every contact has an ulterior motive. So he's so gentle with you, maybe he is not good with words, so he makes up for it. You know he shows his affection in action rather than words, he's not that far from worshiping the ground you walk on. He's specially kind when you know you're vulnerable; he presses kisses to your face as much as he can and to your shoulder blades when he can't. You know he's a big softy since you've pretended to be asleep multiple times as he played with your hair. An more than once you've heard him whisper hushed love confessions he never thought you'd hear. His hands are rough with criminals but you'd never be able to tell by how kind he's around you.

Priority

Jason wants you to know you can count on him for anything, he makes a point of it by telling you multiple times. You ran out of milk? He's buying it on his way to your place Your apartment needs fixing and your landlord won't help? Problem's solved within the hour. Maybe you got terrible cramps, he's there to help you however you want him to. So it's no surprise to you or anyone that the second you're in danger he drops everything else. You're his number one priority.

"Where is she?" He pushes Bruce for information, which he was adamant in not telling him. Knowing Jason, he'd end up acting before he thinks it through, he'd show up unprepared and end up causing a disaster. Or at least that is what Bruce thinks about the son who plotted his revenge against him for years to the last minute detail.

"Jason" He mutters under his breath.

"I swear to God if I find out someone touched a hair in her head because you wasted time-"

"You go with me or you don't" He threatens "at all."

And Jason loves you so much, he's willing to agree to work with him in a heartbeat. He puts all his resentment aside when he thinks it will help you, if it meant working with the bat and abiding by his rules, then so be it. He'll track down the poor fucker who took you and kill him later. He didn't like being around him, it made him feel tense due to the incredibly strained relationship between the two of them. Bruce loved Jason, but sadly his way of showing it translated quite the opposite way in the younger one's eyes.

Bruce was being too quiet about what happened to you. All he knew was that he couldn't reach you, you were not at any of the usual places, and your friends had no idea where you were either. He checked your apartment and things were perfectly placed, no one had broken in--other than him. Then when he tracked your phone, which he only promised to do in extreme situations like today, he found it inside your purse thrown in some dirty alleyway. That's when his panic hit its peak and turned back to get his red hood gear and ask the bats if they knew anything about you.

He got to a warehouse, standing next to Bruce he decides to push him a bit more to get anything out of him. His mind was killing him with questions, were you okay? what happened? how did he know? and couldn't bear another second next to the stoic figure not willing to tell him anything.

"It's Mad Hatter, he's been taking people off the streets for-"

"Is she okay?" He cuts off, he has no space in his mind for whatever crazy thing he had planned against Batman or the city. Not when he's not sure you're safe, when Bruce won't even tell him if you're alive.

"She should be" He gives in "I'll take care of him, you handle hostages"

That's all he needs, he braces himself before following after Bruce, watching every step he made as it could make the difference between losing you or saving you. Jason's a bit pissed he's relegated to hostages much like he was during his time as Robin but decides against questioning for now. He steps and breathes as quietly as he can while he makes his way past the sign that reads "Wonderland". He silently signals to Bruce that they should split and cover more ground, to which he agreed with a curt nod. His masks allows him to have a better vision in the dark, so he can see how filthy the place was and how worn down the wonderland decorations were. He doesn't know if the man was there, but knowing Bruce he sent him on a path he wasn't likely to find him alone.

He finally finds some of his hostages, two twins laying unconscious on the floor. He tried waking them up to no success; he saw their chests move up and down as they breathed, so he knew he could worry about that later. Moving further, he sees a couple more people, all dressed up as characters like the twins were, in the same state. He then moves to the tea party, where another two kids dressed as the animals in the book sat with their heads on the table. He picks one of them up and rests them in a more comfortable position on the floor using what he could to make a cushion for their head, then does the same with the other kid. He thinks it's the least he could do if he couldn't wake them up. After a nerve-wracking walk through Lewis Caroll's nightmare he finds you, he feels his soul getting back to his body when his eyes finally land on you.

You lay on a floor that resembles a chessboard wearing a white dress and a crown, a little blonde girl with a light blue dress is cuddled up on your arms. He kneels down next to you, whispering your name and grabbing your shoulder to shake you in an almost desperate attempt to wake you.

"Please, please" He's sure if someone could hear how pathetic he sounded, his reputation would be ruined forever.

"Jay?" You manage to mutter under your breath, still not opening your eyes.

"Yes, I'll get you out of here"

"Hm, hats" you hummed, he doubted you were even aware of anything.

"I know, baby"

"off" Your voice was low and it seemed to him that you were fighting to stay awake and losing.

He took off the crown from your head and the headband from "Alice's". Listening to your advice, even if you were barely conscious. Once he confirmed you were okay, he carried you out. Then he came back for the little girl next to you, and so on until everyone was out and hat free. By that time police had arrived, and Batman was handing Jervis' ass to the cops to begin the cycle once more. He holds back, watching from afar to avoid getting caught. He watched as Batman shared a few words with Gordon, then Barbara tuned in to let him know which hospital they were taking you to.

When you wake up he is next to you, holding your hand and with the biggest eye-bags you've ever seen him with. He almost starts crying when you call his name in a hoarse whisper.

"I'm okay,"You whisper, wrapping your arms tightly around him. The scene is too touching as you see someone put a hand on his shoulder and tell him something.

"I'll go tell the doctors you woke up" He excused himself, reluctant even to let go of your hand, much less entertained by the idea of being separated from you too long.

You didn't see him as Jason's frame covered the man behind him but now you notice the one and only Bruce Wayne standing in your hospital room. It was too much to take in.

"Oh, Jason must really love me if he was willing to work with you"

[sheepispink]

Could you do the tf141 comforting or celebrating with the reader for living another day? I used to be suicidal so that's why I want a fic:)

a/n: i hope this is what you wanted! I tried as best as i can to make it as accurate as possible

thanks to @pythonmoth for the last scene w price! we always do the best brainstorming haha

Spring is just coming around, meaning it’s a little warmer on base and the breeze no longer bites your nose each time you go outside. The past few months have been ….rocky. Between struggling with your own issues and the taskforce finding out about everything, the wintery months have been long and dreadful. They’re not bad people; you’re not sure why you thought they may shame you for your thoughts, but still, the fear lingered in your mind.

You weren't in the room when Price shared the knowledge between them, so you didn't know just how silent they had all gone. The military was a roulette as it is, every mission always having the possibility of being your last. But to sit there and have to imagine you actually gone, stripped from their lives– it was something that scared them to death. It was so easy to get caught up in the intricacies of reports, the verge of civil wars and saving as many lives as possible that they failed to realise they could lose one of their own off the battlefield too. They’d never blame you; practically everyone there had considered it at least once, even if it was a nerve wracking thing to admit, especially when you’re supposed to be the strongest in the entire country.

You were doing better though, thriving despite the torment that followed you for far too long but still, they knew better than to just brush it off now that it was ‘over’.

Each of them had thought long and hard about it— what would they do if one of them was gone? This wasn’t a matter of it being ‘just how the military works’, this was like a piece of their heart being torn off. And they’d be damned if you didn't know how much it’d affect them, even moreso how much they need you.

Soap had slung his arm tightly around your shoulders that morning, taking the short moment of your surprise to etch your face into his memories forever. It wasn’t in the case he forgot it—no he would never— but he’d sketch you a million times over if it meant you’d smile his way again. “C’mon, take a morning run with me? Ye know I can't go alone.” As always, you agree, and he drags you along— even offering you his own jacket to combat the morning chill. The air is perfect as it washes over your face, the smell so fresh it wakes up your muscles instantly.

“Y’know i love you right?” Soap blurts out, and you blink in surprise again, making him burst out laughing. “Not like that, idiot. I love this, I love watching all your expressions and all your little comments during the day.”

The both of you slow to a stop, his words echoing around your head but you can't even stop him as he throws his arms around your shoulders, squeezing you so tight.

“I’m so glad you’re a part of the team, and don't get mad at me, kay? Price said i should let you talk about it if you wanna, but i just can't keep it in, ye know? I’m so proud of you for coming so far, you do so much on the daily and you fight so hard as it is— ”

He speaks so fast, his muscles clenching around you that you can hardly think straight until he has to stop to catch his breath. “Like i’d do anything for ya, ye know that right? I’ll squeeze ya so tight ye won't even breathe, and if yer feeling bad well.. i’ll get Gaz to cook something real good. I’d even kiss ya if ye asked me to.” Moving forward, he makes a kissy face at you, puckering his lips whilst you burst out laughing, using your strength to wriggle out his grasp and push him away from you.

“Ew, Soap!” You swat his prying hands away, still laughing so hard that your smile has grown wide again. There it is. He grins equally as big, now picking up a pace so much so that you have to run to evade him.

——

”You were doing well until you started chasing me.” You huff, still giggling and very grateful for his kind words— unfortunately he happened to make jokes when he got nervous, thus you were now panting from escaping his grasp.

“You guys stink. Did you roll around in the mud?” Gaz approaches the table you two sit at, setting down the breakfast tray he just collected. “No, that’s just Soap. I told him not to run in the muddy parts of the track.”

”It’s just a bit of dirt, not gonna kill ye.” He rolls his eyes before scarfing down the last of his own breakfast. “I’ve got some damn incident reports to deal with. I’ll see ya tonight.” He makes one more kissy face at you, making you throw your hands up in defense before he laughs and leaves the mess hall.

”So, are we still down to grab the snacks together?” Right, a movie night was the perfect way to spend this Saturday. “You bet.”

——

The nearest town to base wasn’t the biggest but thankfully it had a well-sized Tesco, so you were practically sorted. You head to the chocolate section first, searching for something to hopefully satisfy Soap’s sweet tooth. “Hmm.. I say we get skittles, sour obviously, and… aero. But the chocolate one.. or the mint one?.” You hum, balancing each of the chocolate bags in your arms before you turn around the corner towards the biscuit section, for Ghost and Price’s sake of course.

When your arms are stuffed and you’re barely balancing a bag of crisps beneath your chin, you turn your head back to where Gaz stands with the small trolley, only to see it full with all of your favourite snacks.”What’s all this?”

“Just picking out some snacks.” He pretends like it’s nothing out of ordinary, turning back to the shelves to grab your favourite canned drink as well. From sweets to crisps, even your favourite pastry is in there.. and gum??

“You don't even like these though; I'm like the only one who eats them..” You stare in confusion at one of your favourite fruits sitting in the trolley, whilst he only shrugs, picking another off the shelf. “So? You like ‘em and that’s what matters.”

“But—“

“Are you going to keep complaining or are you going to grab Ghost’s kettle chips?” He deadpans at you which immediately makes you huff in return, before walking down the aisles again in search of it.

By the time you get to packing the bags in the car, you’ve come to realise every item he picked out is something you like. Infact, everything here is. “Kyle, spill, now.” Rolling his eyes at your raised brow, he pulls the boot door down and takes your hand, pulling you over to the passenger side.

“You deserve to have everything you like, always, just like you make sure to do for us.” Gently, he pushes you into the seat, strapping you in before walking around to climb into the driver's seat himself. “Is it so hard to believe we want you to be happy? Now if you dont stop complaining, I'll just take them all for myself.”

“You don't even like them though?”

“I’ll eat it anyway if you’re gonna be acting all silly.”

“I am not acting silly, I—“ And he had just shoved one of the pastries he bought in your mouth, making you mumble and ultimately fail. “Yup, you’re just as proud as we are of your progress and so you’re going to eat that and every other treat I got you.”

———————————

You’re starting to catch on now, at least, kind of. To be fair, the team has always been pretty tight knit, it was only due to recent missions which had caused you to not be in close contact as per usual and thus those thoughts had eaten you up worse than usual. Either way, they’re ranking up the affection ten times more than usual, obvious by how even Ghost has now joined in.

It’s Friday, the day before the movie night where you can finally take a breath and just ignore the world for a moment. Since you’ve finished most of your paperwork and a quick workout in the gym seems like a good way to clear your head in preparation for a no-thinking night. There’s an absence of sound today, only the soft whir of a few younger soldiers on the treadmills. You’ll hop onto those last; your arms feel tight right now and so what’s better than some pushups to ease the strain?

Though, just as you push yourself up for the fifth time, you’re caught off guard by Ghost entering the room. That’s weird; he usually never comes this early in the day but you suppose with the current emptiness it’s fair. Still, you carry on with your workout, only taking a break after the twelth to drink some water.

“Here.”

You almost scream, hearing his voice cut through the silence followed by your full water bottle in his hand. He seems to notice the momentary shock, walking around to stand in front of you properly whilst you snap back to your senses. “Sorry.”

“Thanks, Ghost.. Just didn't expect the jumpscare after my workout.” You chuckle, and he only rolls his eyes, watching intently as you take a long sip of your drink. “Don’t usually see you this early here, how come?”

”Just stopped by.” Then he walked off again, out the room, an energy bar left by the side of your mat.

Initially you just passed it off— Ghost worked in weird ways sometimes and you weren’t one to question what he did if it didn’t cause a reason for concern. So, he had scared you again when you entered your quarters that evening to see him using your desk like it was his own. “Um, Ghost?” He let out a grunt in response, acknowledging you and yet still tapping away at his keyboard. “You gonna explain why you’re in my room?”

“Too cold in mine.” He mutters out, but you know that’s a lie because he’s never cared much for the cold. The one thing he does hate is being hot—specifically when he’s sweating buckets. So you just shrug it off, heading into your bathroom to get changed and brush your teeth. You spend around forty minutes getting ready for bed, and he doesn't really hesitate once, carrying on his work like he always barges into people’s rooms at this time.

When you finally sit on the bed, deciding what to do to relax before bed tonight, he stands, kicking his boots off and sits right beside you. “Oi, watch this.” Your eyes settle on the laptop placed before you, and within seconds you’re laughing at the video shown. Then another one, and another one, and soon your hand clutches Ghost’s arm, exasperated as you try catch your breath from how hard you’ve been laughing. He shifts it to other videos too, stupid people, silly animals, cute pets and soon enough you're both watching those documentaries of underwater creatures. You don't really get to question why he did it since you end up falling asleep, a small grin on your face from the sheer silliness experienced.

He doesn't mention it the next day, and it only really hits you at lunch but he’s gone when your eyes widen, leaving you pondering his reasoning in confusion.

—-----

Finally it’s Saturday, something that should’ve come far sooner than how long this week had dragged on. The time reads 20:30 as you enter the common room, already changed into your comfiest clothes which are totally not your pajamas. Ghost walks past you, going to help bring all the snacks from Gaz’s room. It was pretty smart to hide it there; if it was left it in the common room, Soap would’ve devoured at least three of the crisp bags before lunch.

“Took ya long enough to get here.” Price isn’t dressed down too much, but the sweater looks just warm enough for this weather and it makes you grin seeing him sink into the cushions. “Rookies at it again–had to break up another fight.” His eyes lock onto you as you walk around, settling into the couch, and he doesn't hesitate before pulling you right into his side. You grin as his warm hand tightens around your shoulder, his other hand on the remote that now flicks through Netflix.

“What d’ya wanna watch, hm? Your pick today.”

Infact, the tv already rests on your favourite, which is strange because you do not remember even letting him know that. A little sigh escapes you, feeling awkward with yourself since they’re all giving you so much love whilst you’ve done practically nothing–at least as far as you’re aware.

“Why are you doing all of this anyway?”It’s quiet, meek even, but most of all slightly guilty. You don't feel deserving of this. “I mean all of you.. This week..recently. You’ve been so attentive and I just- I don't see the need.”

That makes him sigh, but not in the disappointed ones you used to hear in your rookie days from the rude higher ups, or even in exasperation like he was fed up of explaining. He’d tell you a million times over, no matter when or where you asked. The sigh was fond, his arm properly resting around your shoulders and gently squeezing you. “I’m not gonna lie to you, we were all a little bit shaken after what we heard.” He watches your eyes widen, but quickly speaks before you can react.

“All of us know the stakes of this job.. But we should’ve acknowledged the strain on all of us– not just you. I’m just sorry you had to be the one pushed that far before we realised.”

“John..” You murmur, his eyes now locked on yours before you break it, looking forward again. “It wasn't to do with you all, not even the military. That’s on me, not all of you.” His thumb rubs your knees as you pull them up onto the couch, huddling right up as you think about everything that’s happened since the thoughts first began. How far you’ve come.

“Kid, the thought of you dying away from the battlefield, away from us, it’s nothing I ever want to experience. So no, I don't care if we were not the cause of it. It affected you, and we’re a team.” His lips curve into a small smile, albeit bittersweet yet filled with love nonetheless. “You should know everyday how proud I am of you and I’m sorry we haven't been able to do that for you.”

His eyes are locked directly on yours, and you can't break away from the determination in them. If there was one thing you were confident of, it was your Captain. Despite the insane skills this team was made up of, none of you would be where you were today if not for him. It’d be an insult to deny anything he was this confident in, and he was dead set on this. A hand slips into your locks, ruffling your hair as he smiles at your understanding silence. “I mean it. With all my heart.”

Impossible, that’s what it is, to deny the sniffle that slips out, then the next until your eyes are awfully wet and they’re leaking out down the curves of your cheeks onto your palms. Before he can say anything else, the others return, shocked as they see you with tears streaming. “Price– we left ye alone for five minutes!” Soap exclaims, unsure what to do when you’re just openly crying infront if them, loud sniffles echoing around.

“What did you even say? I swear if you said we weren't watching their favourite film–”

“Do you know how hard we’ve worked to keep ‘em happy?”

Giggles, raw laughter coming from your throat. They stare at you in shock again, making you snicker all the more, tears still dripping. “I wouldnt c-cry over that–”

“I said we’re proud of them.” Price grunts, glaring at them, before locking eyes with you again. “And that i wont take no for an answer.” He raises a playful brow at you, but his words– all their words over the past week– it’s enough to have you start properly sobbing right there. Price smirks, knowing he finally hit the nerve that was keeping you too rigid.

“He’s right ye know. And if you’re gonna keep cryin’ we cant watch the movie.”

Ghost glances at the two sergeants, who grin in return, before the three of them practically swarm you on the couch, squashing you right in the middle. Ghost slings his arm right around your shoulders, Soap squeezes between him and you to hug your middle and Gaz squashes himself between Price to hug your waist. Of course, you’re still ugly crying, smiling though as the thick tears roll down. “You guys are such idiots.”

—-

When you finally settle, you’re properly snuggled against Price, the third movie of the night playing. You’ve eaten too many snacks to even consider moving anymore, and Soap’s half leaning on you, Gaz following like a domino. Only Ghost has slept upright, leaning against the arm rest.

“You can sleep too you know.” Price hums, leaning against the arm rest himself, but you have a feeling he’s only saying that because he wants to fall asleep too. A small huff escapes you, snickering as you lazily wrap your arms around him, his arm tightening around your back before reaching up to pinch your cheek affectionately. “We can deal with the mess in the morning.” You hear a small yawn from him this time, his hand lazily patting your back as his eyes drift close. So you let yours do the same, warm and content.

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Migration

Red Robin was known to be a migratory bird. He spend the summer and the spring season in Gotham but once the temperature drop to 55 degrees, he was in San Francisco.

Gotham was naturally cold. It's chilled air will bite your skin no matter what time of the year it is, but it was more tolerable suring mid-spring to mid-autumn.

But during winter, it is when it bites the hardest. Timothy knows it from his experience. His simple oversized hoodies can't keep him cold if he was outside of his house. His Robin uniform was not that well cold resistant. His Red Robin uniform doesn't have enough insulation for heating.

So he migrates like a bird, travelling to one place when the trees began to lose it's leaves and come back when it starts blooming again.

No one knows why, but both cities are fine having him in almost Persephone way of visiting and protecting the city. Not even the batfam knows the exact reason why Tim was choosing to spend the colder seasons in California, but just deduce that he might really is fond of warmer climate, or wanted to spend equal time with his friends and grow his career as a new hero.

The citizens of San Francisco and Gotham are convinced that Red Robin is a part migratory bird that's why he needs to switch cities between colder seasons and warmer seasons.

But no.

Tim is just more susceptible to cold because of his lack of spleen. But he will never tell anyone about that because that is just nothing, why he would tell them when they didn't asked first right?

Janet's prime rule is don't talk unless you are spoken to. And maybe he is taking advantage of his mother's teaching so he wouldn't have to explain himself to those jerks.

After all, he is nothing but a placeholder, something that doesn't have any value, right?

[daandyli0n]

(warnings for bright colors/eyestrain and eye contact)

I'VE DONE. A THING.

took me a little over a week (maybe two? who knows), working on and off, and looking up references for outfits and whatnot, but! i've done a thing!

BEHOLD:

FREDDY FAZBEAR

BONNIE "COTTONTAIL" HOPP

CHICA CLUCKLEY

AND,

CAPTAIN FOXY TROT (or, for their Gen 2 version, "Foxi Trot". or "The Mangle," if you're one of the employees)

yeah!! i made some Fnaf Redesigns based on real life animatronics!

kinda. forgot about like. the middle layer between the fur and the endoskeleton (that i Cannot For The Life Of Me remember the name of). so uh. Whoops. pretend it's there.

some fun design notes!!

i just wanted to give all the animatronics Full Names. like animatronics irl usually do. also just 'cause i thought it was weird that Freddy was. the Only one with an actual name.

the Toys are meant to be far more saturated than the regular animatronics. that's Purposeful.

OG/Gen 1 Foxy is meant to be somewhat based on Captain Hook.

Withered Foxy typically doesn't stand; he sprints on all fours and lunges. (< meant to still match with his jumpscare)

all the Foxy variants have metal in their tails so they can wag them. all the animatronics have something similar, theirs are just Far Less Noticeable.

Mangle, as they are in the games....kinda can't happen. like that just wouldn't be possible irl. so while i have my ideas for how this version of Mangle would function...that'll have to be a separate post.

so, in Blurred Lenses (and just in my views of a "more realistic" Fnaf 2 location in general), Kid's Cove is more of a play area for toddlers and small children, with a section for Arts and Crafts in the back. Mangle oversaw this area and, once every hour once supplies were set up, would guide children through the activity before them. they had packs of crayons, glue, pencils, etc in their apron pouch for kids to come and grab if they wanted something else to do. but, well...kids will be kids. they would grab and pull at Mangle, draw on them with crayons and markers, pour paint, glue, and crayons down their throat and mess up their voicebox...and the employees didn't particularly care enough to fix them. just left the area to become chaotic while Mangle was left hardly functional, but still running, somehow.

Gen 3 Chica's Cupcake (Lil' Sprinkle) is the only one that's actually an animatronic. the other two were only props. Why The Hell Anyone Wanted An Animatronic Cupcake Is A Mystery.

the Toy animatronics having wide, dilated eyes was meant to make them look more "bright-eyed" and cheerful. the Gen 3 animatronics having more...uncanny looks to their eyes had been unintentional.

Toy Chica's leg warmers can also be viewed as feathers. because i thought it'd be cool :]

OG Bonnie is meant to look like a 70s rock star.

Lil Sprinkle (Cupcake) can also be used as a small light if need be.

anyway...hope y'all like these, because these took me. A While.

next i'll do refs for The Diner Boys (Fredbear, O'Hare (Spring Bonnie), and Marionn (The Puppet; since they were, originally, a diner animatronic).

tag time!!

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[minhosimthings]

You get me so High

Symphony Smut Series Day 17: The Neighborhood's You get me so high.

Lyric: We should stick together, you're my best friend I love you forever.

Pairings: bestfriend!Jake × fem!reader, best friends to lovers eyy

Warnings: smut minors dni, oral (f recieving), p in v sex, dirty talk, mentions of cheating, sex on the couch cause we be wilding, idk any other warning for this, oh yeah ITS FLUFFY AT THE END

A/N: alright the second last day and I'm finishing ths series tomorrow (probably) so for today it is my husband my loml my everything Jake! Tomorrow will be Minho also my loml and my husband.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Once upon a time there lived a princess. And there lived a prince. And both of them were the bestest friends ever. Singing bad karaoke, eating greasy pizza, tweeting the most obscene things about each other and giggling about them, going to parties with each other as friends, and even drunkenly kissing each other only to forget about it in next morning.

And they regretted it.

They regretted that they found other people. People who they 'loved'. Well if the definition of love was pity, then my statement would be true.

And now here they were, wound up cuddling on the prince's sofa, while the princess cried to the prince about parties and cards and people who cheated on one another.

"Princess calm down, you'll pass out." Jake stroked your back with his hand, each delicate finger leaving an impression on you. He was so...soft with you, as if you were a fragile feather.

"Why-would they do that?" You hiccuped, looking up at Jake, your tear stained face breaking his heart even more, "I-I thought-"

"We thought wrong." Jake scoffed, his tone for the first time, laced with venom, "Bitches." He mumbled under his breath. His girlfriend had been a cheating bitch and your boyfriend had also been on the ratio, kissing each other right in front of you and Jake as soon as they thought you two weren't there.

"We're stupid aren't we?" You laughed coldly, "So fucking stupid."

"I'm the stupid one here." Jake breathed out, along with a chuckle.

Now or never isn't it?

Gripping you tighter by your waist, Jake bent down to your level and pressed his lips to yours. It seemed as that moment, that butterflies had erupted out of nowhere, as your lips danced with Jake's ever so delicately. You had never imagined that a kiss from a person you love would feel so.... wonderful. Sure you had kissed other people but, Jake. Jake was different. His lips felt like sweet melted ice cream, and like those caramels he always loved so much.

Although Jake could have stayed on your lips forever, cherishing the soft touch of winter and spring, he knew you needed to take a breath too, so he pulled away, leaving you a bit warmer than you were before.

"I-Im sorry I didn't know why I did-"

Jake didn't have time to finish his sentence as you grabbed his collar and kissed him again.

The sudden passion caught him off guard. Jake's body pinned you against the sofa, but you quickly melted into the kiss, savoring the sensation of Jake's tongue on your lips. Almost instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His left hand gripped your hip firmly, eliciting a moan from you. You allowed his tongue to explore your mouth, experiencing the rough yet passionate and intimate kiss that left you breathless. When the need for air became too pressing, he released your lips, placing his forehead against yours, locking eyes.

His eyes were filled with lust and a need for you, causing shivers down your spine. Aroused by his primal actions, you heard him whisper against your mouth, "You're so beautiful, princess. I can't hold it back."

Jake's kisses moved from your lips down to your neck leaving you breathless. His lips left little spots that would soon turn into hickeys, then shortly moved back to your lips.

Jake'ss lips moved down to your chest, he gripped one of your breasts, it was your turn to groan now. He pulled back and looked down at your shirt, gently tugging at the bottom, silently asking to take it off. you nodded and he slid it up over your head. You were now left in a black lace bra.

"Oh?" Jake raised a brow at you, "You're wearing my gift?"

"Just in case." You giggled, tugging at his curls, as he bent down to peck sweetly at your neck.

Jake dipped his head back down and continued kissing along your breasts. slowing making his way down your chest and along your stomach. you squirmed under his gentle kisses, letting out a desperate moan. Jake's chuckles vibrated against your hot skin, making you want more.

Jake pressed a kiss against your panties then giving a small lick, to tease you. “please Jake,” you half-whispered, half-whimpered out. that was all it took for Jake to essentially rip of your panties. “You’re already soaked,” he said.

"Only for you", you breathed out, and watched as his eyes looked up to meet yous as he went lower, and you hands quickly found their way into his hair as he dipped his tongue inside of you. "Fuck", youmumbled as he licked up to you clit and started to suck at it. You knew he was experienced, but you didn't know just how good he was at it.

You felt his finger enter you as his tongue swirled around your clit in a steady rhythm. Your grip in his hair tightened as you could feel a pleasurable pressure build up inside you.

Jake could tell you was getting closer, he inserted a second finger into you and hooked his fingers, rubbing just the right spot inside you while continuing to lick and suck at your clit.

Your hips roll riding his tongue, pleasure tightening deep inside your core. “Oh Jayeun fuck!” You felt yourself already coming close to the edge. Jake smiles against your clit watching your facial expressions as he flicks his tongue and sucks. It was a beautiful and addicting sight. He slides a finger inside you and watches you gasp at the sudden sensation. “Fuck youre so tight”Your moans falling endlessly out your mouth your hips grinding against his fingers and tongue. “Jake I’m gonna I-“ you can’t finish the words as you feel your climax coming fast.

"Jayeun, jaey- ahhh fuck fuck fuck!"

You moaned his name as you came, your vision going spotty and a light ringing in your ear for a moment as you slowed your breathing.

He finally took his fingers out and kissed the inside of your thigh as he smiled up at you. Jake didn't give you much recovery time as he kissed back up your body, stopping at your neck to suck a mark, his mark, just below your ear. Your hands travelled down his back, scratching as he ground against you.

"Fuck you tasted exactly like I imagined." Jake chuckled, his hands slowly travelling upto your breasts.

"You've imagined that?" You asked meekly, earning another kiss from Jake. "You don't know the things I have imagined." Jake whispered in your ear, sending vibrations throughout your body, "if you did, we wouldn't just be best friends."

"Fuck me properly and then I'll be your girlfriend."

Jake's face lit up as he heard your words. He didn't need to wait for an invitation, but hearing yours made his dick extra hard.

You leaned forward pushing Jake down to the sofa as you captured his lips in a searing kiss and straddled his hips, he ran his hands from your waist down to your thighs as he gripped them tightly "I've wanted thus for so long" you said panting as you pulled back slightly only to move your kisses down his neck.

“Ready to be a good girl for me princess?” his voice was demanding and lustful. Your eyes widen, jaw drops low and you can’t think. Jake drops his pants and his hard erection bounces out. You’re almost drooling at the sight, forgetting now all about what had happened that day. His tip was red and dripping with precum already. You needed it in your cunt.

Suddenly he pins your wrists against the couch and slams his cock into your dripping pussy. You gasp and cry out in pleasure and suprise. He plunges into you not allowing you time to adjust. His cock was thick, stretching you open.

Your jaw falls slack when you gasp at the feeling of him stretching you out, his lips pull tight together in a grunt, “so tight for me, princess— jesus christ..”

Your head fills with pleasures, not a single thought could form in your head. “Fuck you feel so good doll” he groans holding your hips down and slamming deeper inside you. “G-god Jake! Feels…s-so good!” You cry. “Is this the dick you wanted? Is it better than his?” he says as he fucks Into you harder.

Your eyes begin to roll back feeling how good he felt. His tip hitting your G-spot making you ready to cum just as fast as before. “J-Jake fuck I’m gonna c-“ you are interrupted by his hand gripping your throat, choking you. “Fuck baby you got wetter just from that… god you're so good” his mixture of degradation and praise had your body a dripping, desperate mess. You couldn’t believe the hold he had over you.

His breathing is labored when he pulls his hips back and thrusts in, he goes slow at first, treating you like you were a fragile statue made from porcelain, but then you’re begging him to go faster, to go harder. His tongue swipes along the roof of his mouth before he speaks, “are you sure, doll? i don’t— fuck— want to hurt you.”

“h-hurt me, it’s okay,” you mumble out, and he truly does hesitate for a second, then his thrusts are suddenly faster, bumping you into the sofa with the sheer snap of his hips. Your cries sound like noises formed from a blessed harp, passed down by the gods for him to listen to, each moan getting louder and louder until his ears are ringing, until the music sounds hushed compared to your screams.

He felt you trembling hard, pulsing around his cock as you got close to cumming. He works himself deeper inside you, stroking all the places you need to reach that high point. A few more thrusts and you burst. You gush around him with a long whine. You squirm and buck as he holds you in place and keeps rutting into you until it becomes too much for him. He also lets loose and shoots his cum inside you. He fucks it into you a bit, before slowly pulling out.

"Princess are you alright?" Jake cups your cheeks with his hand. He had gotten too lost in his epiphany that he hadn't really noticed about your wellbeing.

"Fuck you Sim Jayeun." You let out a breathy chuckle, "Fuck you for not fucking me like that earlier."

"You didn't ask princess." Jake laughed, carefully lifting you into his arms and taking you to the bedroom.

"From now on, you don't have to ask for it."

Taglist: @ramenoil @mynameisniya150 @demigodmahash + whoever wants to be tagged, send an ask my way!

[taojjang]

𐙚 a cup of cocoa ᯓ s.es .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day nine! pairing: bf!eunseok x reader, genre: fluff! warnings: so warm and fluffy wc: 612

synopsis: out of concern for your health, eunseok tells you it's not a good idea to play in the snow. to fix the frown on your face, he provides a warmer way of enjoying the snowy night.

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"just for tonight! please, seok!" you begged.

shaking his head, eunseok insisted, "it's too cold, darling. you'll get sick again."

it was finally snowing after the brutally scorching summer, but you couldn't enjoy it. you tend to get sick quite easily, and eunseok knew that all too well. to avoid having to take a week off of work to take care of you, he advised you to stay inside. even with all of your sulking and whining, he didn't break.

"a few minutes won't hurt," you whine, crossing your arms from across the kitchen. eunseok pushed up his glasses and argued, "you said that last time. what happened then?" you look down at your socks recalling the weeks of coughs and a nasty fever after playing in the snow last january. you sigh and walk to the living room, shouting defenses from your distance. "that was one instance. why can't i just go out? you're not my mom!" eunseok scoffed and shouted back, "if i'm not your mom, don't beg me for help next time you get sick. and don't even think about asking me to cook dinner." you closed your eyes and threw yourself onto the couch in defeat.

"so are you going out or not?" eunseok questioned, standing at the doorway with a stern tinge to his voice. you turn away from him and shake your head, not bothered enough to respond in words. he chuckles and walks off to the kitchen. your petty silent treatment was powerless toward cracking eunseok's hard exterior when he knows how easily he could make you smile. so he got to work.

you sighed hearing eunseok's footsteps grow near. you closed your eyes and kept your back to the doorway. you couldn't suppress your peak of curiosity as you heard a clink of glass tap onto the coffee table. slowly sitting up, you turn to eunseok looking at you with a warm smile. your eyes lit up at the sight of the two cups before him. as a warmer alternative to enjoying this snowy night, eunseok made your favorite drink: hot chocolate.

you spring to your feet and rush over to peek into the cups. there was a plain cup of hot chocolate beside a cup with a mountain of whipped cream, painted prettily in stripes of chocolate syrup and marshmallows. your wide eyes melt into a smile, cheering "thank you, seok!" eunseok scoffed at the abrupt shift in your mood, but he couldn't push off the sense of deepening adoration in his chest. "of course, darling," he mutters, leaving a soft kiss on your temple.

once you were cuddled up on the couch with your marshmallows and cocoa in your hand, you forgot all about the snow outside, focusing on nothing but the sweetest boyfriend you had beside you. you took a sip and melted into complete bliss, the warmth of the cocoa thawing your numb fingertips. "how is it? do you want more whipped cream?" you smiled and giggled, "i could never have enough whipped cream." eunseok brushed your hair behind your ear and smiled. "i know, baby. the cup is already overflowing." you laughed before placing the cup on the table and returning to eunseok's arms. "what's wrong? you don't like it?" eunseok asked, pulling you closer to his chest. "of course not. i just need to hug you." eunseok's cheeks flushed pink as you snuggled against him. running his hand down your back, he uttered softly, "let's stay warm, 'kay?" you nod and eunseok pulls the blanket over the both of you, tucking you into a pocket of euphoria.

the cold couldn't harm you as long as you had eunseok.

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[ask-red-and-solomon]

Spring Petals - Oneshot

Pink petals flew about in the breeze as Anguirus smiled, laying beneath a unnaturally large blossom tree. He and many other monsters on the island enjoyed it to no end.

Some days, they'd all make a game of seeing who could collect the most petals. But today, he and Godzilla only rested beneath it all, taking in everything.

The warmth of the sun, the cool breeze, the faint scent of the flowers, and the company of one another. It was all they needed today.

Just as Anguirus felt himself drifting off, a sigh from Godzilla awoke him. Opening an eye, his friend was staring up at the branches.

"Goji?" The King of the monsters turned to him, "You doing okay, bud?"

Godzilla chuckled, "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"You just looked kinda sad, is all."

"I do?" Godzilla gave him a confused look, then smiled, "Nah. I'm just thinking of what we could do once it get warmer."

Anguirus' head perked up,"Ooh! Like what?"

Summertime was usually the favorite season of many monsters on the island, especially Rodan. Every year, they'd test who could make a lap around the island fastest, or see who could catch the most- or largest- fish, and many other made-up games.

It would almost make the occasional researchers forget they were capable of ending the world if they wished. Almost.

Godzilla's tail flicked as he thought. "Hmm... I like the things we usually do. But I want to do something new this year."

"Like what?"

"Do you think there are any giant shells out there? Mothra's told me the Shobijin like small seashells, and make crafts with them."

"Sorry man, I think giant shells are pretty rare nowadays!"

"Darn..."

"We could collect treasures from the ocean, though! Like those underwater contraptions that look funny!"

"That could work! But... can you hold your breath long enough to do that?"

"Uh... shoot. Still gotta work on that..."

Anguirus looked across the island before him for a moment, thinking.

What else could they do...

Then his gaze soon traveled to the skies.

"Goji? You think Gigan or that robot fake of you will ever come back?"

He shook his head, "They never leave for very long- no doubt about it. Why?"

"So we could get some sweet revenge on them!" He gave a big, toothy smile, "For messing up my jaw, and slicing you open that one time! It'll be so awesome, they'll never wanna bother us again!"

"Mechanical bastards... Why is it always the man-made ones who are the most brutal?" Part of him secretly feared of what people could truly create, and if it could ever be the end of him.

"No clue, bud. No clue... But hey, maybe we could kick that mecha fake-zilla's head around like those boulders you like playing with!"

Godzilla burst into laughter, "Ha! That, that would be amazing! We could get Rodan in on it, too!"

"And Mothra! She wants to give it a go, too! Said she wanted to knock him into thr stratosphere- score a 'home run', whatever that means!"

Godzilla's laughter grew loud enough to shake the highest mountains now, his stomach began to ache.

"Hahahahaha- Where does she come up with this stuff?!" He clutched his sides, wheezing as tears pricked his eyes.

"Y'know, for someone so nice, she can come up with some very creative threats... Did Battra get that from her, or did she get it from him?"

"Oh my stars, what if he got it from her?!" Godzilla was now doubled over and barely breathing from how hard he was laughing.

"That'd be pretty great!" Anguirus patted Godzilla's back as he began coughing, "Whoa, whoa- breathe, buddy... Can't have you leaving us already..."

He coughed out one more fit of laughter before he leaned back against the tree, deep breaths bringing him back. "Oh boy... haven't laughed like that in a while...!"

"You okay now?"

He took another breath, wiping away some tears, "Yeah, I'm good now. I'm alright now."

"Good..." Anguirus sighed, "But we really should get some revenge on those guys! If they ever come back looking for trouble!"

"Don't worry, we'll be sure to give em Hell!"

"Yeah! Make em pay for everything!"

Both of them roared to the skies, bursting into laughter once again.

"Don't worry, I'll let you throw me around like a mace to kick their tails!"

"Angy, stop- stop, my stomach already hurts..!"

"Alright, alright, I'll cut it out." He leaned against Godzilla's side, wrapping his tail around the king. His bestest friend, the one he loved more than anything.

"Uh... Angy?" Godzilla's voice was now unusually quiet and gentle.

"Yeah? What's up?"

He felt Godzilla lean back against him, resting his head on top of his, feeling warmer than the spring air. He looked down at all of the scars that covered his friend, the one who'd fought alongside him countless times.

"Y'know, there's something I've always wanted to tell you..."

"Yeah? What is it?" Nervousness now began to pool in his stomach. Was it something terrible? It couldn't possibly be.

The king of the monsters looked up at the falling petals, catching some in his claws and watching them blow away in the wind. The faraway birdsong put his soul at ease enough to speak after a deep breath.

"Thank you, thanks a ton."

"Huh?" Anguirus tilted his head in confusion, stray petals fell from his horns. "Thanks? For what? Hangin' out with you?"

"I mean... For all of this," he gestured to the both of them, "For spending time with me, for talking through our troubles and joking around about dumb stuff! For always being by my side and fighting for our home together! I mean, we-"

"We kicked Ghidorah's tails last week?"

"Exactly! You're the one who sent him packing back to the stars he came from! How amazing is that? And you've got the scars to show it!"

"Heheh, yeah! I think that's pretty cool!"

"How about that time I was sick, and you went and pummeled Destoroyah of all monsters into the dirt- oh, and teamed up with the human army to do it?!"

Anguirus felt his face becoming warmer, "Aww really, it's nothin' Goji! But I really did show him what for..!"

Godzilla took a breath, smiling at Anguirus, who had a giant smile across his face. "I really couldn't have asked for a more amazing friend. So... thank you, Anguirus. For everything."

He nuzzled his head against Anguirus', who did the same back. The ankylosaur let himself fully relax against the king, letting out a gentle sigh...

"You're welcome, Goji... You're very, very welcome. I love you too, buddy. I love you to the sun and back..."

A gentle hum soon left Godzilla's snout as he leaned back against the tree, humming a tune made up on the spot.

After a while, Anguirus began to hum along as well, catching the flowers that fell from above. Slowly, he collected more and more flowers, weaving them into loose crowns.

Both monsters smiled as the cool breeze sent petals flying skyward once more, just relaxing in one another's presence. It was all they truly needed now.

No more fighting, or battle scars, or taking down man-made weapons, just... peace.

[rottenpumpkin13]

It's spring! The weather is getting warmer, the nature is waking up.

Maybe people should stop doing whatever they're doing that results in pieces of apples being scattered all over the training room because THERE IS A WASP INFESTATION.

While all the Seconds and Thirds are running around screaming, Director Lazard is naturally the most calm, but only because he knows Angeal and Genesis grew up with wasps in Banora, and probably know that rule #1 of dealing with wasps is to stand absolutely still.

Lazard: Everyone, please calm down. Genesis and Angeal are used to wasps and know they can't hurt us, right, boys?

Lazard looks over and sees Genesis trying to sacrifice Sephiroth to a wasp.

Genesis: HERE. TAKE HIM. TAKE HIM TO YOUR QUEEN. HE'LL BECOME ATTACHED TO HER BECAUSE HE DESPERATELY WANTS A MOTHER.

Sephiroth: Don't be ridiculous, Genesis.

Genesis:

Sephiroth: Insects can't provide any comfort.

Lazard looks over and sees Angeal (panicking) instructing Kunsel and Roche on what to do.

Angeal, scared: Alright, so the best way to avoid a wasp attack is to run about 50 feet in a straight line.

Kunsel: Does that actually work??

Angeal, terrified: Absolutely! Here, watch!

Angeal sprints in a straight line, and runs so far that he reaches the wall. He runs right though it. There is now an Angeal-sized hole in the training room wall

Lazard looks over and sees Zack run in with a jar of jam and a spoon

Zack: I have an idea. They're attracted to sweets, right? So why don't we given them some of this? As a peace offering!

Lazard begins dialing the infirmary's number as Zack approaches the horde of wasps with the jam

Zack: Here, friends, have some—OW! OW OW OW OW WAIT I THOUGHT THESE WERE BEES! ABORT ABORT ABORT IT'S WASPS FUCK

Zack runs through the Angeal-shaped hole, screaming as all the wasps in the training room fly after him

Once the training room is clear and everyone runs out, only Lazard and Sephiroth remain.

Lazard stares long and hard at Sephiroth, who has one of the wasps tied to a string.

Lazard: Sephiroth.

Sephiroth, petting the wasp: Yes?

Lazard: What are you doing?

Sephiroth: This one likes me. I've decided to keep it as a pet and train it to terrorize Professor Hojo.

Lazard:

[infoglitch]

Love is a dangerous thing (The revenant au.)

Synopsis: in a future where Jaune and Yang are together instead of Yang and Blake. Yang gets killed in the final battle, this leaves jaune heart broken and.. he doesn't heal. He can't heal. Not after already losing others. So he does the unthinkable.. he tries to bring back Yang by shoving the spring maidens powers and.. something else, into Yang's corpse.

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Branwen camp: 12:35 a.m.

The crackling of flames and the wailing of screams were a symphony to a Jaune.

They deserved this, every last one of them. They all deserve to burn.

That thought ran through Jaune's mind as it was the only justification he needed.. he just needed to find the leader.

Find her, then we can get yang back.. find her, use the machine and we can have our happy ending.. we can have all of it.

It's just one life.

He could see her, her black hair, her face that despite it wrinkles still looked like Yangs. The same face that would make a smile that made his heart skip beats.

It's just one life.

She glared at him with her crimson eyes, which blazed with a fire. But it was only a flame, no crackles, no eruption of light. Just fire... Jaune didn't know why but he couldn't stand it. She stormed towards him as she unsheathed her blade. Jaune drew Crocea mors as and placed a yellow bracelet on his wrist.

The woman darted towards him and slashed, only for Jaune to block it. Jaune and her stared at each other before he was met with the sight of a raven flying upwards as he looked a little confused before he went wide eyed.

Damnit she's got the advantage.

In a moment jaune leaped out of the way as she transformed back and brought her blade down. Jaune turned and was about to strike her only for her to change into a raven and avoid the strike. She flew behind him before changing back and sliced. Jaune narrowly dodged and once landed on the ground he turned and slashed, only to be met with air as he looked around.

Damnit. She could be anywhe- ACK!

Jaune released a choked out yell as she stabbed her blade into his side. Jaune hacked up blood before she removed her blade and kicked him into the ground. Jaune released a groan as he held his side. Before being kicked and rolling over with him being by the blade of her sword. She glared him down and just as she was about to kill him jaune activated the yellow bracelet. It transformed into its true form of Ember Celica with jaune throwing a bunch as a blast of lightning dust was released, the woman released a scream of a pain as she fell back, the front of her body was beginning to show signs of burns burns. Jaune quickly got up and slugged her in the face. With Raven, blacking out.

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It's just one life

Jaune placed Raven's body in the machine. And as the door to her canister closed jaune walked up to a switch. With him looking at the machine.

There stood a machine which he didn't recognize and didn't know what it did.. until he found its blue-prints before atlas fell. It was some kind of transference device. It was made to transfer so you could send magic into a person of your choice.

Perfect for transferring the maiden powers. All jaune knew what he needed to do was do one little tweak and now you could send the powers to anyone.. even a corpse.

It's just one life.

Jaune gulped softly before pulling the switch as Raven's pod was releasing a blinding white light, before Jaune heard her shrieking. Jaune closed his eyes as he let the machine do its work.

It's just one life.

As Raven's screams died he took a deep breath. Before the same white light shines inside the other pod, Yang's pod. Jaune kept his eyes shut as he waited.

It's just one life.

He soon opened his eyes as he looked to see the light vanished he ran to Yang's pod and quickly opened it. He saw Yang's body begin to fall as he quickly caught her. Her body was warm, so much warmer than it was from when she was in that wooden prison.

Jaune wanted to celebrate but he needed more than warmth. He needed real proof. Which he would receive as Yangs eyes fluttered open. She looked dazed before her eyes focused on Jaune.

Vomit boy? What are you doing here?

It's just one life.

It's just one life.

It's just one life.

It's just one life.

"It's just one life, So why does it feel like it's one million?"

[figthefruitfaeth]

108 "is that my shirt?" with the pairing of your choice please zoey <3

my dear beloved lou—i love this prompt so much, thank you <3 please know i listened to moon river by frank ocean for the entirety of its creation. I hope you like it

steddie | pre-slash/confession (kinda) | 868 words

Eddie takes a deep breath. 

Blue. That's what it feels like. Spring fresh cornflowers in his lungs, the edges of an inky indigo sky staining his fingertips. Blue is the breath he takes, the old ceramic bowl of cereal he's got clutched to his chest, the veins under his skin. 

It's the color of Steve's shirt.

Eddie shifts—presses his back fully against the window frame, the cold seeping through the thin cotton a welcome relief from the heat of the day. He keeps his head titled out towards the street, but his eyes are focused in.

Steve is on the opposite end of the window, head resting against the glass, his own bowl of cereal balanced carefully on both knees. Eddie watches the last of the day curling into his collarbone, the tips of his bangs. His chest moving in slow and easy breaths, eyes just slivers of hazel in the light. A sleepy cat, perfectly content.

Yet despite the quiet peace of the moment, Eddie feels it. Has felt it all day. Something sticking, unsettled in himself. Sleep in the corner of his eyes, the dry coarse grind of sand in his back molars. He's blamed it on the weed, paranoia lurking in the silence between the hum and ding of the microwaved nachos they'd made earlier—his mind trying to makeup for a body that had, for once, slowed down. 

But that didn't stop himself from feeling it, from knowing something is off—no, Eddie shakes his head—different.

Something is different about Steve.

Steve, very carefully, spoons a mouthful of mushy multi-grain into his mouth. Grimaces, then does it again. A drop of milk lands on his shirt, seeping into fabric quicker than it landed. A spot of midnight in a sea of navy.

His shirt is blue. Which, all things considered, isn't different at all. Though he tends to favor the warmer side of the wheel chart, Steve's wardrobe is a rainbow of colors. From steel blue jackets to violet sweaters, Eddie's seen him in it all.

Mouth closed, his tongue runs along his teeth, twists against the edges of the back. Can't quite reach the end. 

A dark blue t-shirt. A little big, not swallowed in fabric but less form fitting than most of his clothes. Old, maybe  second or even third hand if the edges of the sleeves are anything to go by. Or the image splashed on the chest, which is really only a memory of a design—speckled silver to grey in uneven patches. There's still one letter legible, a sharp 't' dead in the middle. 

It looks a bit like a band t-shirt, reminds Eddie of the shirts Wayne gave him when he first moved in, before they could go the Salvation Army together. Smoke and oil clinging to the threads, a reference to a song he'd only heard once on the radio, but stuck. Settled the buzz in his head, let his body move and mean something more than disappointment. Staring in the mirror, hair barely more than a buzzcut, navy stark against his pale skin—

”Is that my shirt?”

His voice is too loud, accidentally overshot by both the shock and last half hour of silence. Steve doesn't seem to be as affected, turning his head against the glass to face Eddie with a smooth nonchalance.

“Yeah,“ he says. Eddie looks at him, brows raised. Steve looks back, bloodshot eyes blinking slowly, seemingly feeling a one word explanation is all he needs.

Eddie searches for something, anything to say, ends up with a choked cough, and then, “Why?” Which—stupid, stupid, stupid.

Glacial blue, Steve looks down at his (his or his? theirs?) shirt, then back up at Eddie.

“Must've gotten it mixed up.”

Must've gotten it mixed up.

What.

Eddie blinks. Feels a bit like a dog as he shakes his head, mouth opening and then closing up tight in quick succession. There's no way Steve Harrington mixed up his clothes. The man spends 30 minutes a night picking out his outfit for the next day. He missed a group movie cause he couldn't find the right jacket. He almost had a conniption when Dustin tried to wash his colors with his whites. 

Steve always wears the gold and red striped socks when he needs a bit of luck and never just throws something on. Steve doesn't ‘mix up’ clothes, not unless he's dying, not unless it means something—

Oh.

“Oh,” he says out loud, dumbly.

Steve smiles like their afternoon—a hazy, sticky sweet honey in his hands.

“Yeah.”

And then Steve winks, and turns back to the window.

Eddie bites his lip, feels his mouth tearing away into a smile anyway. Turns back to the outside before he does something crazy, shovels in another spoonful of nearly disintegrated cereal, watches night settle in. Lights from other, distant homes click on, warm yellow windows bobbing along in the pitch black darkness. 

In the morning, when the sky lives up to its infamous hue, and the weed has left them their usual jittery, overthinking selves—Eddie will ask him other questions, will need more replies filled with complex, compound sentences.

Eddie takes a deep breath.

Navy.

And for now, that's enough.

writing prompts!

[run-its-moon]

A Song Once Forgotten - Chapter Three

Pairing: BTS (OT7) X Reader

Word Count: 5888

Genre/Themes: Dragon!AU, Shifter!AU, Pioneer themes, Powers, War, possible/Eventual smut

Warning's: 18+ for gore, minor swearing, possible smut, Character Death (not OT7), Animal death, Religion/history being rewritten, topics that relate to climate change, Eventual War, humanity is kind of Oppressed,

heads up this chapter has animal death and mentions of animal mutilation but it is not heavily described.

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The wooden floors creak under their attempts to stay silent, Seokjin leaning against her putting his weight onto her right shoulder, an arm slung over around her neck. His forehead was slick with sweat, breath heavy as they crept up the stairs at a snail's pace. “My father won't wake until around noon. I'll set you up in my room for now, and I'll bring you food later on in the day when I can.” whispering gently to the man beside her. y/n wrapped her hand around him tighter, pulling him closer as they turned on the stair landing. 

Once at the top of the stairs she held onto his side, leading him towards the small bed at the far corner of the room. y/n pulled up a layer of sheets from the bed before releasing Seokjin from her hold. The bed creaked from the weight change once he sat down. She whipped around quickly, heading towards the end of the bed to her trunk of clothing and woolen blankets stored inside. Ripping into the chest to pull out clothing items that might fit the man. Ducking back into the chest she pulls out a few blankets to layer him under.

y/n held up a pair of hide pants she had been given, old with a few tears from the previous owner. “These are probably all I have that might fit you. It's warmer than your current clothes. It gets quite cold here.” He snorted. Holding up a dull coloured poncho he rolls his eyes at the sight.

“It's hardly as cold as it gets in the mountains, ice forms near the middle of fall.” she froze staring at the man. 

“Fall? What is that?” Seokjin’s face twisted into confusion. Raising his eyebrows, he rubbed his chin for a moment. 

“Do humans not say fall anymore?” shaking her head she pulled out a lined poncho and blanket. “Then what do you call the seasons?”

“Well, there's the cold stretch, harvest stretch, planting stretch, and the warm stretch. But I know a lot of others use north, south, west, and east. That way is a lot more common.” she fiddled with the end of the poncho. “What do dragons refer to the seasons as?” Seokjin fiddled with his fingers for a moment. 

He turns towards her twisting his upper body. “At Least humans still call them seasons. It's called Winter, Fall, Spring and Summer. Seem’s human’s did lose a lot more than we thought they did…” He glanced towards the window. “Is that a covering for your window?” Seokjin stood up pulling the covering open. “Where the fuck is the glass?”

“Glass? What are you talking about? Also Seokjin please don't stick your arm out there, I can't have anyone see you while you're here.” Dropping the items onto the bed, she makes her way to the window pulling the covering shut as he pulls his arm back out. “My father sells wood working here, sometimes he gets commissions from the other’s in the settlement and they come to him for that.” 

“Is your father injured or something?” Chewing on the inside of her cheek as she nods. “Oh.”

“He’s sick, joint’s lock up during the cold. So the fireplace needs to be running all the time so he’s able to move freely.” 

y/n glances over at Seokjin whose face fell into a look of confusion again. Why does this man speak the same tongue as her yet talks as though he speaks another language? Seokjin was an epiphany of a person. Like an unknown entity. “Seokjin?” He sat back down on the bed, pulling the poncho over his head. 

“Yes?” y/n sucked in a breath, her heart raced for a few beats. Seokjin’s ear twitching slightly at the noise. His heightened hearing picks up on the change. The question burned on her tongue. 

Sitting down beside the now fully clothed man. “Why does your species? Dragons. Burn down our settlements, our homes.” his face danced into a shocked expression, confusion then settling on curiosity.

“I haven't heard of other’s burning down human settlements in centuries.” Running a hand through his hair. “I did promise to answer your questions, but I do not have an answer for this one y/n.” A sigh let loose from his lips. “I’ve been trapped for nearly one hundred years or more, I do not remember.” She gasped as he smiled at her. Solemnly he fiddled with his fingers while he sighed. “I believe there is a shift happening that you are not aware of just yet.” 

“Shift?”

“Yes, there’s been a lot of things happening for centuries that humans are no longer aware of. There’s a good reason as to why I was in that cavern.”

“Why? Should I be afraid to even ask?” His face quickly twisted into a malicious smirk. Corners of his lips turned upwards, eyes squinted ever so slightly. Eyebrows turned down. 

“There is a blood soaked war that has been crumbling this world. Since before your ancestor’s, little human you do not understand the gravity of what will happen. Especially now that you’re a target too.”

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With the thundering beat of her heart in her ears. Adonis galloped through the forest path. Nearing close to her Aunt and Uncle's cabin. Raising herself just above the saddle as Adonis threw up snow behind them. His mane long enough to hit her in the face at some points. Almost like she was born in the saddle, carrying herself perfectly for Adonis to jump tree logs and rocks as they made their way through.

Although she would never admit to it. Their conversation stirred her wavering mind more than she had ever expected. Speaking to a dragon? Hearsay. Speaking to a possible criminal of dragon and human kind? If someone found out she could be poached. 

But isn't horseback riding her peace? Why are her thought’s running? Why does the mind run through possibilities? Why? Why this? Why this Scenario? Is there more to this simple life? Why her in particular? ‘Stop, I cannot let myself succumb to these thoughts?’ Yet the questions still ravage her mind throughout her escape? 

The forest canopy opened up to her right, showing the view of the settlement. Anxiety doesn't hold back from the brave, does it? She huffed a breath into the cool air, twas so cold her breath appeared to be that of smoke. Tongue heavy in her mouth. From fear or exhaustion she could not tell. Though her hands shook, her legs ached and her mind spun with possibilities of what he meant. Pulling on the right rein gently while nudging with her left foot she turned Adonis towards Petunia and Ty's home. 

Once in the clearing they slowed down to a trot, heading towards the pasture. Hera stood at the fence stomping her foot into the snow, tail up while nickering at the two. “Is that your lady Adonis?” the buckskin snorted in response. She dropped the reins, sitting up in the saddle while Adonis pranced up to the fence line to touch noses with Hera. 

Moments later she was putting the saddle into the storage shed at the back of the cabin, looking over her shoulder to see Adonis nuzzling one of the other horses shoulder’s. As much of a stallion as he was, he was definitely a gentleman first.

Trudging through the snow, avoiding all chance of contact with anyone else. Realistically she knew she couldn't hold a conversation with anyone right now with the guilt wrecked storm running through her. Her bow strapped to her back, quiver pressing against her. 

Her fingers drummed against her leg, battling against the anxiety riddling through her. ‘What if my father finds him before I get back? Then what. No,no,no,no I need to clear my mind and focus on what’s in front of me right now.’ Deep breath. Stepping light through the snow, no twigs snap, no stone stepped on. Anxiety may hide her presence but it did not hide her from thoughts. 

-- ??? POV

Eyes pinpointed like a raven, watching her toe across the valley of snow. Nearing the middle of the valley she crouches down a relaxed bow in hand. Simply watching the area in front of her. How she had not seen him yet was a mystery. Yet the green dragon lowered his head, angling his antlers to look just like the empty branches around him. Wings tucked in as he watched her, a deer he had planted yet to be spotted yet. 

But in moments he would watch her kill a buck so perfect she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation. His pack mates always told him to not play with human’s. But this was a deadly form of fun to him. He could not resist the temptation to reward her for her endeavours. 

His tail carefully swishes behind him, like a pitiful dog waiting for attention he wagged his tail. Excitement couldn't even begin to describe his emotions.

Watching desperately for her reaction, twisting like a snake around a tree to watch. A tawny buck stuck its head out from behind a rock. The woman crouched down immediately. If he was in his human form as of right now he knew a smile would be plastered to his face. He could smell her anxiety wafting off her in waves. He stopped himself from cortling, letting himself hum a low tune. Quiet enough to pass as the trees creaking. 

The woman shot at the buck as it turned around the rock, nose in the air. Buck squealing as it fell to the ground, body contorted into an awkward angle as it fell. He smelt the air, letting the tangy iron smell fill his mouth, letting the saliva pool on his tongue at the scent. His ears flickered at the crunch of movement through the snow. Curling his tail around his front feet, watching. That's all he could do, flicking his ears and waiting for her. Maybe she’ll see him now, like a bear stalking its prey. But she was no prey to him now, humans didn't taste very good. 

Humans tasted like ash and ill will to him, they always taste the worst out of the plethora of options out there. Human meat wasn't a delicacy to him, to other’s of his kind it could be considered as so. But to the deep green dragon it was worse than rotten meat that was more than a little over salted. 

Human meat to him tastes just like their thoughts. Impure and filled with the taste of hate and cruelty. 

He curled his tongue. ‘Taehyung, I need you to scout out the area before it gets dark.’ he uttered a curse. Taehyung pulled his front feet from the laying position he was in. Filling the silence of the forest with sounds of snapping as he spread out his wings. One quick glance at the woman filled him with excitement as he Flapped his wings and snapped his jaws once at her. 

Pushing with his back legs he lifted off into the air, swooping lower then necessary to the tree tops. Taehyung let the image of her face filled with fear enter his mind, excitement was the only way he could describe his feelings in a humane way.

-- Y/N’S POV

Cracking after a series of snaps from behind her had the all the hair on y/n’s body standing up. Shooting from her spot in the middle of the small valley. Spinning on her heels so quickly it could give someone whiplash. Eye’s the size of saucers watching a dragon snap its jaws at her. A stunningly beautiful deep forest green, the kind of colour you only see in the richest part of the forests. Where people have never stepped before. The kind of green that genuinely left you speechless in beauty. 

But there was no adoration of beauty towards the Dragon, it left her soaked in fear down to her bones. The dragon opened its wings, revealing a lighter membrane that stretched out around the bones that held it together. The antlers? On its head resembled more of a tree branch look, unlike the long thin horns in Seokjin's dragon form this one was much larger, the wings not nearly as large as Seokjins. But just as menacing as his. 

Maybe Seokjin’s assessment of her was wrong. She was scared, the type of scared that would cause young children to run into their parents bed for comfort. So scared it made her knees shake, bones pop towards one another in a way that made one wonder why they didnt dislocate. 

Maybe she could stand her ground towards seokjin, but he spoke to her. This one looked at her like a small meal before eating the settlement he comes from. Was this dragon about to-

It took off, straight towards the northern mountains so quickly it could’ve knocked over trees. It did leave a rubble in its wake, a few thinner birch trees tumbled around smashing together as they collided. Falling to her knees, buried to the waist in snow yn, held her hands to her face. Weeping. 

The anxiety, bone soaked fear of what he meant was getting to her. As she cried, cradling her head in her hand’s, holding what dignity she could muster towards herself. A singular crow landed on a branch closest to yn. Twitching its head, as it watched her. 

She toppled over at the sound, a singular crow cawing at her. Either out of desperation or exhaustion she pushes herself out of the snow. “What are you doing here!” pointing at the black bird she shouted just a little to loud, the echos carried around. Whipping the snow off her hide pants she stomped over to the deer, hoisting it onto her shoulders. As she trudged through the snow the crow caws one last time before taking flight. 

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With trembling legs and shoulder cramps she opens the front door to her home, the blood from the buck soaking into her clothes from the trip. Reeking of a metallic scent, blood coats her right arm. Splots dripping onto the floor as she closed the door behind her with her left leg. “You’re back home already? That was a short trip Deerie.” Rubbing his hand dry with a woolen cloth as he walked towards her, head still down. Her heart raced a little at the sight. ‘Did he see seokjin upstairs? Or hear him?’  Her father peeled his eyes away from his hands. A look of shock tipped onto his face from the sight.

y/n holding a deer nearly twice her size on her shoulders. Deer antlers gently scratching into the wall beside her, leaving scratch marks as she moved. “Bring that into the kitchen right now, you look exhausted y/n.” dropping his nickname for her that he’s used for years. ‘Should I really be hiding seokjin from him? How would he react if he knew.’

“I traced it all the way back to the settlement from the old pond.” lies her mind swore back at her, biting the side of her cheek while forcing a smile. “We’ll be eating good for a long time, thanks to this buck.” her father gently smiles at her while stepping out of her way with a gesture towards the kitchen.

In the Kitchen she nearly threw the buck onto the table with the last of the strength she had left. Legs shaking furiously leaving her hands pushed against the table to hold herself up. “I think this is the largest buck I’ve seen in a long time. Haven't seen something like this since I was a kid.” his pace was the fastest she’d ever seen in years to get around to the head of the deer. Holding it up he silently counting the points. “I think hes four or five years old. Thats a rarity around here. It must have come from up north.”

Nodding along to his ramblings as she made her way towards the fireplace one stumble at a time. Exhaustion has finally caught up to her, the adrenaline long gone from her system. Her father, unnoticing of her exhaustion continues to ramble on about the deer. A small smile graced his face once he looks up to see his daughter asleep in front of the fireplace. 

Unknowing of his daughter's lies and secrets he covers her with his blanket. The rest of the afternoon the pain riddled older man cut up the deer, slicing the belly of the sweet meat with the same knife she used the day before. A drastic difference of who she was the day before laid in the palm of his hand. 

taking slabs of meat down to the cellar, one slab at a time. He took his time, wasting the rest of the afternoon in bouts of pain on a stool and cutting up his daughters winnings.

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She stirred from her spot near the fireplace when her father places a bowl of warm venison in front of her. Yawning while sitting up. The wooden floor, creaks under her. “Thank you Father.” He gives her a warm smile, resting on the old stool while moving one of the logs in the pit of the fire. 

“Of course, Deer. You slept for so long it’s just after sun down.” He ran a hand through her hair once putting the fire stick to the side. “It’s cooked, I have more turning into jerky in the cellar, it’ll take awhile but we can still use it as it stays cold. Luckily for us winter came early. I hacked those antler’s off to use as more knives for you to sell down at the settlement.” Father was giddy at the idea of carving out of bone. Has it truly been so long since she last caught a Buck? ‘Now that i think of it there hasn't been many deer in general around here lately?’ 

Shifting towards the older man while picking up a fat piece of venison. Biting into it as he watched her facial expressions. Her face twisted into a look of excitement, finishing it quicker then she had ever. “This deer tastes amazing, I've never had one taste so good before.”

“Means it's more nutritious my Deer.” 

Snorting at his comment with a smile on her face, plucking another piece out of the bowl warming her hand. Both of their faces graced with a smile at the peaceful hour.

“Father?” he hummed at her.

“While I was hunting, I remembered a tune more like a song.” She lied again. Seokjin had sung a tune so familiar to her that it brought her back to a time before it was just her and her father. “The wind whistled so perfectly that I couldn't help but get it stuck in my head.” she had her father’s full attention now. She started humming it. A measly three notes in.

“Stop, y/n. Where did you hear that, be honest.” she gulped. 

“Like i said the trees-” 

“Lies. y/n that was a tune your mother used to sing to you as a babe. Do you know where she got that song from?” he twisted towards her, bending down to her face just inches away from it. “Dragons. Dragons y/n do you know what their kind does to our people? Mass murder you know this.” he sneered at her. 

“Do not bring up such hearsay to me again what would the settlement say if they thought my daughter was following your mother’s footprints. You know what they think of that woman.” He stood abruptly, leaving his bowl and slamming the door shut to his room. 

The room felt still as a silent winter night. Cold seeped through the floorboards in his absence. Fireplace crackling with heat, wooden logs cracking within the warmth of the fire as it roared. All she could hear was the distant noise of her father rummaging through his room. Silence from the room above her. 

She stood, moving across the room to look out the kitchen window. Snow and frost covered everything she could see. Her mother was considered a heretic, a witch among the people. Years ago she had watched her mother get dragged into the forest by the elder’s of the village. Yet what bothers her the most was that they had died a peaceful death and brought pain to her mother. Pain to her, hardly remembering her face now.

Her memories of her mother were like a jigsaw puzzle, a little glimpse of her red dyed skirt. The sun filtering through her mother’s hair lighting up the brown locks into a sun bleached tint. She was 5. 

Shaking her hands as she steps away from the window, she grabs a bowl of venison for her little white lie upstairs.

Her reason for death lay in her own bed upstairs, if anyone were to find out- she froze, at the bottom of the steps. Her fear, anxiety from the early afternoon was back. She truly is signing her death bed doing this for a stranger. “I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree in this family.” 

Making her way up the creaking steps to her room. Sitting up in her bed, illuminated by the moonlight from the crack’s in the window, Seokjin looked at her. “Do you have a candle?” she slowly nodded her head placing the bowl of warm meat at his side. “Ooo food.” turning her back on the man to pull out a large candle from a shelf on the opposite end of the room.

“Here’s the can-” Seokjin took the candle from her as he places the bowl on his lap. Taking his pointer to the wick of the candle, the room lit up coming from his finger was a small flame. It catches onto the candle as Seokjin pulls his hand away.  “How-”

“Not all dragon’s breathe fire, some of us use other ways to get the job done. I simply used fire as a gas component instead.” Seokjin passes the candle into her hands with a smile on his face. “Now you can see me.” She puts the candle into the holder on the nightstand, moving towards the end of the bed to sit.

“The venison is for you, I ate earlier with my father.” a small hum came from seokjin as he ate. “Its intriguing, not all dragons can breathe fire? Does that mean some use other elements.” Seokjin smirks at her.

“Now you're catching on.” 

“I heard you two earlier, heard quite a lot actually.” changing the subject quite quickly after her question. She didn't question him, there were things she would learn in time. plucking a piece of venison up and tossing it into his mouth. “Hmm, this is- Never mind.” putting the bowl down beside him. “So you recognized the song I was singing? Pretty sneaky of you to describe me as the wind.” he tuts at her while grabbing another piece of meat. Continuing once he finished the slice.

“Sounds like it got you into some trouble. Who is your mother? Not like I'll know her. I wasn't out and about like some others while she was alive.” y/n felt calmer somehow the longer Seokjin spoke to her. Like a sense of peace was settling in her. She didn't notice the odd look he was giving the venison like it was something other than Deer meat he was eating.

“She was classified as a witch, a heretic in the settlement.” twiddling her fingers as she continued. “Apparently she would spread the word of dragons not being the bad guy’s but something else. She isn't from this settlement, she’s from a larger city about 7 years before I was born, she left it. When she got here she said dragons burnt down her home.” Seokjin sighed. 

“Your mother’s correct actually, it isn't dragon’s burning down human cities and towns.” He had a sort of far away look to his eyes as he spoke, like he was drifting away from where he sat.

Just as Seokjin seemed to drift further he was abruptly pulled back. “We call them settlement’s.” rolling her eyes at his words, seokjin tuts at her, grabbing another piece of venison to eat.

“Well if you let me speak human. Then you’d know that humans used to live together by the thousand’s in cities so large and building’s so massive they looked like they were touching the sun.” he replied with a slight twinge of annoyance to his tone. Pushing himself away from her.

“What-”

“Oh shit. Sorry, forget that.” tiliting forward, to cover his feet with the blanket while he spoke.

Seokjin pulls her hand towards him. “Just dont worry too much about it, it’s not much different then now really, the poor still end up at the bottom.” her mind felt a little cloudy, exhaustion was still really getting to her. Yawning, she nodded at Seokjin as he spoke. “There’s still a lot of other things to worry about like my wounds. I believe they're almost healed now.” 

“Dragon’s must heal fast then. It's hardly been a day too.” Nodding Seokjin ate the last of the meat in the bowl.

“Yup we heal fairly fast. Tell  me more about your mother though.” she nods at him with a small smile on her face. The anxiety from speaking about her mother was oddly gone. Years of repression come to the surface, making her almost a babbling idiot while talking about a loved one.

“She was a lovely woman. Her and my aunt Petunia were best friends, Petunia is the one who owns Adonis. My mother used to own a few horses a few generations up, and one of her mares is a grandmother to him.” seokjin lips curve into a small smile. 

“She sounds lovely.”

“She was, the only one that'll talk about her is my aunt, my father used to here and there but now that I'm older he refuses to speak her name.”

“What was her name?” she shakes her head. “I'll tell you that when I trust you.” he laughs quietly just above a whisper.

“You got me there. What did she look like then?”

“I don't remember.”

Seokjin looks at her with genuine sympathy. “I don't remember what my parents look like either i get it.” she gave him a closed lip smile then, nodding lightly.

“Must have been what a thousand-”

“Something like that. A true life time ago. Enjoy your father while you can.” 

“How old are you?” he laughed while covering his face. Small crinkles at the corner of his eyes peaks out from behind his hands.

“Very old, I told you already. None of your blood could even trace back to when I was born.” 

She grimaced at that thought, he was disgustingly old. Yet he still looked her age, it was a little difficult to wrap her head around. “We should head to bed.” Seokjin’s face turns into an unreadable expression, something unbenounced to her hiding behind his eyes.

Opening the chest at the end of the bed to grab blanket’s to sleep with. Pulling out a thinner blanket to fold into a pillow. A couple thicker blanket’s. Then a shirt to change into. 

Layering the blanket’s on the floor, and switching the top layer of her shirt for a new one that’s less bloody. 

“Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight Seokjin.” wrapping herself into the blanket’s buddled on the floor, the small shuffling noises from Seokjin next to her on the bed lull her to sleep.

“Thank you for not leaving me there.” her mind had already drifted of to sleep when he spoke. A subtle smile graced his lips as he watched the human girl beside him. A odd feeling in his chest as he watched her.

— 

“y/n. y/n wake up right now, you have to wake up.” shooting up in bed she turned to see Seokjin hands still on her shoulders looking more than just frantic. His expression made him look terrified. Ripping the blankets off her legs and across the room he manually pulled her to a standing position. “Grab what you need, they’re here. We have to go if you don't want to end up like how you found me.” his expression turned into an unreadable one. Chewing on her cheek she pulled back away from him. 

“What are you going on about?” rubbing the side of her forearm, she was in her under clothes, a cotton shirt and pants. “It's the middle of the night, no one even knows where we are, we are not on any maps.” he snorted at her, pulling an old satchel she had tucked under her bed. He tossed it towards her, catching it and she held it to her chest.

“The people that locked me up are here, and they are going to come for you as well.” he knocked over the candle, along with a few more things while whipping around the room for things. Somehow he knew where a spare knife she had hidden away was along with spare candles she had in a wooden box. “They’re barely 20 minutes away. Can you not hear them?”

Frantic and scared Seokjin ripped open her chest, pulling out some more spare clothes for her. “It's extremely cold up north, and the wind won't be any better put this on.” as he spoke y/n had moved towards the window peaking out at the side, there was nothing in sight, nor no noise to confirm seokjin's fears. But he was acting so scatterbrained she couldn't understand why. 

“What? There's no one coming Seokjin you're panicking over nothing.” she didn't see him until he was directly in front of her, he held her shoulder’s with an intense grip that she couldn't shake out of. “Let me go-”

“y/n? Honey what's with all the noise up there.” her father.

“Nothing Father! Just a bad dream!” Calling out to him, he simply grunts before heading back to his room.

“y/n, im being serious. If there’s ever going to be a time when I need you to blindly trust me.” he swallows, glancing behind her. “It needs to be now, and i'll explain after.” sighing she grabs onto his forearm.

“You keep asking me that but don't explain-”

“This time I will, there’s just a time and place. We need to go, I can't leave you behind. They won't go for your father, they'll just be after me and you.” Gulping maybe now she could understand what was going on.

“Who is it? I'll go with you if you explain.” his grip tightened on her shoulders. He looked more than shaken in that moment, like he could start pulling his white hair out in seconds.

“It’s the same people that locked me in the cavern you found me in. They do that to dragons like me. We have to get going now so they don’t follow us to my pack. Ill explain more once we get going. The others will come once they see me flying. We just aren't safe staying here.” releasing his hold on her shoulders. They let go of each other. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling there was more he wasn't saying. A little shaken up she nods to him. He forces a smile at her. Pulling herself together she pulls the pair of pants Seokjin had tossed on the bed.

“They're almost here, we need to get outside so we can leave.” she nods, fully dressed now as Seokjin mutters to himself.

“What about my father?” he shakes his head.

“I can't carry you both, and you’re more important right now.” tucking the satchel under her shoulder she nods.

“If anything happens to my father-”

Seokjin grabs her by the waist. “Nothing will happen to him.” her face blooms red at how close he is. Nodding silently at him he smiles at her. His lips spread into one of the most beautiful smiles she had ever seen.

Releasing her, he heads down the stairs without saying a word. Holding onto her chest she follows him down the steps. They both as quietly as possible sneak out the door. At the edge of the forest men with crossbows armed with shining mental bolts. Along with dogs. One of them had its jaw hanging to the side, the others mutilated in appearance. “What is wrong-” her eyes shifted away from the shouts and howls of the mutilated dogs and angered humans running at them to Seokjin shifting into his dragon form.

The seconds it took him to change felt like hours. Fear settled so deeply within her bones as she watched out of the corner of her eye as they released the dogs on chains. Men aiming their crossbows readying to shoot once they loaded them. To her right, Seokjin's wings ripped out of his back. Then he slowly turned his human body into his other body.

His size changed from that of a man just a head taller than her, to bigger than the cabin her father built. His scales had changed from a bleached rock colour, to a moonlight white. The horns on his head no longer looked ashen and brittle. This was Seokjin at a point where he no longer was drained. A form of him at his near best. He opened his mouth, shooting a strong gust of wind towards the group to the left. Shooting a few so far back she could no longer see them. The dogs shot right back towards them from the edge of the forest.

“y/n!” her father shouted from the doorway. Fear apparent as he looked at her then Seokjin. Her father watched as Seokjin grabbed her by the waist and flapped his wings. “Bring back my daughter!” He shouted as seokjin took off upwards. Looking down as they lifted off towards the top of the tree’s. She watched her father trip and fall. 

“Seokjin, I need to help him!” Seokjin snorted a light trail of smoke coming from his nostrils. Placing her between his wings as he flew. Taking a sharp turn away from the settlement to head north.

‘If we help him what will he do?’ it dawned on her then. Her father let her mother die. He would not help her. ‘It seems you have come to the realization yourself.’ Seokjin speaking to her mentally was an odd feeling. Slumping down onto him she gripped one of his feather like spines on his back. ‘He will be fine, your father is a smart man for a human.’ 

Well above the treetops, she could see the mountains ahead of her. Some part of her was exhilarated to feel the wind on her skin. The moon unobstructed and bright in the night sky. It gave her a full view of the two dragon’s coming towards them at full speed.  ‘They took longer then I thought they would.’ Seokjin mostly chuckling to himself, dipped directly towards the dark green dragon she saw earlier and the best way should could describe it. A giant black dragon larger then seokjin and the green one.

[bridgyrose]

The Axeman of Vale sends out a threat that everyone must play jazz or die... Turns out the Axeman is a very bored Goliath who just likes the sound of Jazz but can't play it himself.

(I expect maybe like... 2 or 3 people to understand this.)

“Who’s the… Axeman of Vale?” Weiss asked as she read over her letter once more. 

Yang shrugged as she started to search through a few cds for some jazz music. “Not sure, but these letters started appearing all over Vale a week ago.” 

“And you never thought to mention it to me?” 

“So you can, what, get worked up by someone pulling a prank?” Yang smiled once she found the cd she was looking for. “Its harmless.” 

“‘Some of your people who do not “jazz it out” will get the axe’. That doesnt exactly sound like a harmless prank.” 

Yang rolled her eyes. “And what exactly do you suggest we do? Stay up all night and see if we can find out who’s giving out these letters?” 

“Yes!” Weiss exclaimed as she crumpled up the letter. “This is a threat to kill people! We should be getting the police involved or Ozpin… or figuring out who’s threatening Vale!” 

“No one’s died in years from these letters, so its just an empty threat.” 

Weiss paused. “This happened before?” 

Yang nodded. “When Ruby and I were little, Dad got a letter like this. A couple people died the next night, but no one was ever able to put the letters as the cause. The letters came a couple more times over that year, and since then, Vale’s used it as an excuse to party a bit. Play some music, let loose… the whole situation is treated more as a superstition than a threat.” 

“You… you realize how crazy you sound, right? Ruby would at least want to get down to the bottom of this.” 

“Ruby would be the first to make sure we had jazz music playing when we got the letters.” Yang let out a sigh and put the cd into her player to start playing it. “Look, Weiss, just leave it.” 

“I cant-” 

“And why cant you? As far as anyone’s been able to tell, no one’s gotten hurt because of these letters. Even if you find out who it is, then what? Turn them in for a harmless prank? And what if it turns out its nothing or you cant find who did it? Then you’re just wasting time trying to prove this is harmful.” 

Weiss huffed and sat down, half listening to the jazz music that played. “I grew up with letters like these being sent out to family and friends of family. To not see something like this a threat to mean harm goes against everything I know.” 

“If we find out who’s behind this, what do you plan to do?” 

“I… I’m not sure I understand.” 

Yang got up and grabbed a jacket. “If we find out who sent the letters, will you leave them alone unless they actually hurt someone?” 

“I… I guess I could…” 

“Great, then lets go find out.” 

Weiss watched Yang curiously, getting up and slowly following her outside. “I thought you said this was a waste of time.” 

“And it is.” 

“Then why are we going out?” 

Yang stopped in her tracks for a moment. “If it matters to you this much, then I dont see a reason why we cant see if we can find out who’s behind it. I only ask that until someone gets hurt, we leave whoever it is alone.” 

Weiss nodded and started to follow Yang again as she started to walk once more. It was strange to listen to music being played all over the city at this time of night, what should’ve been a quiet night now had a jumbled mix of noise playing from every corner. Annoying enough that whoever sent those letters may have wanted to cause harm to anyone who wanted a peaceful walk. 

As the moon rose higher in the sky, the night became colder, and the music finally started to die down, there was still no sign of anyone who had sent out the letters. The few others who were out were only out for a walk to enjoy the brisk, spring air before the season started to get warmer. 

Weiss sat down on a bench and sighed. “Okay, you were right.” 

“About?” Yang asked as she sat down next to her.

“No one seemed to be connected to the letters. Just a waste of time.” 

“I wouldnt say too much of a waste. We still get to enjoy the night.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes and leaned into Yang. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. A real date instead of taking you around town like this.” 

Yang smiled a bit. “I get to pick the place then.” 

Weiss gave a small nod, still looking up at the moon as the last of the music started to go out. No one was hurt, no one suspicious was out. And as she started at the night sky, she was blissfully unaware of an ancient goliath just outside the city walls, walking away after a night full of music.

[heartilywrites]

،، 𝒮o this is love ; Korra

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resume: where a single ball changed your life.

content warning: a shit ton of fluff ; angst if you squint your eyes ; Korra x fem!reader ; description of eye color ; r is the fire nation's princess and a blue firebender ; no use of y/n

wc: 2.5k

a/n: this one is the most agonizing fluff i've ever written, has to be my favorite so far. ENJOY :D

" I can see you're scared of your emotions, I can see you're hoping, you're not hopeless. So why can't you show me.ᐣ

The mattress springs sounded once, twice, even three times in less than a minute when you turned again over yourself. Four nights had passed since the ball hosted by your family and your mind was still replaying the short time the mysterious girl and you shared together.

Korra, her name has been resounding in your brain, scratching it in such a way that it was almost impossible for you to forget it.

You’d thought of looking for her, of course, but how would you explain to your parents that you wanted to look for a girl you met at the ball? How would you tell them you needed to go to both Water Tribes to ask if there was any girl with an important rank named Korra? You always liked to keep things to yourself, so telling them about your feelings for the girl was completely out of the table. So that was your life at the moment, sleepless nights and endless days always thinking over and over again about Korra; what you would never know was that she was living the same way as you.

Your name made echo in Korra’s mind when you introduced yourself and since then, she had been repeating it like a broken record while looking at her ceiling. Wondering how you’d look without your mask, if your eyes would shine the same way your smile did, if your hands on hers felt softer… Warmer in a peaceful ambience, if they would fit perfectly with her hands when holding them, if you would feel complete when she was holding you in her arms. The avatar was doomed and her friends knew it the minute everyone came back from the ball, she was deeply in love with a complete stranger.

Unlike you, Korra did try to look for you since the morning after the event. Asking for Asami’s help, saying how it was important to her finding you, but was met with her avatar duties holding her back from her search. Grudgingly she did as expected, fulfilling her tasks like it was nothing and leaving satisfied people.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “General Iroh asked if we could attend the Fire Nation, he said he needs help with…” green eyes narrowed, Bolin frowned. “I can’t understand his letter, what does it say here?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Agh, can’t they just stop requesting us for some days? I need to do some important shit.” Korra pulled her face down a bit with both hands, Asami giggled funnily at her reaction.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Come on, Korra, this could help your super important investigation.” the girl next to her said. “Didn’t you say your impossible love was from the fire nation?”

The southerner straightened up quickly on her seat, as if she just recalled something and smiled big.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You’re so right! We need to go!” suddenly Korra had recovered all her energy. “Asami, set course to the Fire Nation! We have an important meeting to attend!”

And so the group set course, by night the airship used for transportation had landed at the palace zone of the Fire Nation.

At the descendance of the team they were met with the royal family welcoming them to the place. Korra smiled and bowed to everyone, her eyes stopped at your sight; she knew about the princess descendant of Azula, but she had never seen her or heard her name, so it was certain she didn’t know who you were… However, there was something about you that called for her whole attention. Your own eyes fixated on the floor, praying that the whole thing would pass quickly so you could go back to your room to fantasize about your crush.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Princess,” Iroh called you a second time, making you snap back to the present. You looked at him who pointed with his head. “They’re introducing themselves.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’m really sorry,” you said, Korra tilted her head a little. “Welcome to the palace, avatar… Guys. I hope you find it comfortable here.”

Your voice sounded different from what she heard at the ball, the one you used at that moment was deeper, more formal, so Korra couldn’t recognize you just by that and you by yourself were too distracted to analyze the voice of the avatar. When your eyes were wandering along the four new members, they stopped at the avatar; warm eyes despite them being cold tone colored, they resulted familiar and at the same time foreign to you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “The princess and general Iroh will show you to your rooms so you can settle and rest, tomorrow we can talk about what is needed. You’ll be notified when dinner is ready.” the Fire Lord decreeted making everyone nod.

At first everyone was silently following your cousin and you, but it was the firebender that came with the avatar who broke the silence wanting to chit chat with the general. Everyone moved to where they felt at ease while still walking, Korra went ahead to take Iroh’s place beside you so she could talk with you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey,” she greeted with a smile, you corresponded with one of your own in a shy way. “I’m sorry if we arrived on a bad time, general Iroh called for us suddenly.”

You shook your head softly. “It’s okay, avatar, no need to worry. We… Well, they’re in need of your help after all.” the girl giggled a little bit, your heart skipped a beat to the sound, how? “I’m sure you guys will find it relaxing too, we have lovely areas to be on when you want to be alone.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “So I’ve heard,” she continued, nodding. “And seen, you have gardens around here, don’t you? A beautiful one next to the events salon.”

Amber eyes blinked in surprise. “We do… Have you visited the palace before?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Kind of, I was-” the girl got interrupted by the earthbender calling for her. “Oh, uhm, excuse me.”

Another nod from you letting her jog to her friends who were choosing their rooms. Your eyes now fixated on the avatar, Iroh walked to you catching you distracted and followed your gaze with his own.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you getting along with the avatar?” he asked you, making you now look at him, a smirk was painted on his mouth making you roll your eyes.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “She’s nice, I guess.” you shrugged. “But we don’t know if she likes me, the rumors are still out there, who knows if she heard them.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Trust me, if she had, she wouldn't let them influence her judgment without knowing you.” Iroh tried to assure you, making you sigh and turn to the girl once more.

For dinner you had asked to be excused and allowed to eat by yourself in your chambers, saying how you were making an important task asked by your tutor so you totally missed the joint meal.

Passed bedtime, you found yourself once more thinking about the masquerade ball and decided maybe if you went back to the garden now that the avatar had reminded you maybe you could find comfort. Walking up to the bench where the girl and you passed time, you saw a lantern light that made you frown in confusion.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, Your Highness!” the avatar exclaimed as surprised as you, like she was the one not expecting you to be there.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Avatar,” you greeted back with a nod. “What are you doing here?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Well, I remembered back in the ball which bench I sat on and had such a beautiful view that I needed to see it again.” she smiled; what a weird coincidence, you thought. “You don’t mind if I stay here, do you?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Not at all, they’re public after all.” you answered, she made space for you to sit and so you did. Looking up at the sky you allowed yourself to relax under the bright moonlight where you found comfort. “Such a beautiful night.” you spat out of nowhere.

Korra’s eyes widened a bit and turned to you, blue sky colored orbs analyzing your profile. Her mind started to wonder. “Gorgeous, I would say.” she murmured back, almost as if she was hypnotized.

You blinked for a couple of seconds, trying to register the deja vu you just felt and turning to the avatar you were met with her eyes. It all suddenly felt as if you already lived that scene, like you were back to the masquerade ball… And the realization hit the both of you so sudden like a bucket of cold water dropping on you. It was her, she was the girl at the ball.

Your eyes widened at the moment, panicking on not knowing what to do.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Your Highness-” Korra tried to talk, to get your attention, but you standing up interrupted her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’m sorry, avatar, I need to leave now.” just as that night, you shook your head at the weird feeling of repeating the scene.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No, wait!” she tried to make you stay, but your own feet were faster to make you almost run back to your chambers while Korra screamed for you, calling you by name.

Your heart felt like it wanted to escape from your ribcage, your whole world felt like it was moving down your feet.

You had the thought that if you found the girl again, it would feel as if everything was complete, but all you felt was anxiety, denial… You felt fear. Fear of her not wanting anything to do with you, fear of her believing what was said about your part of the family, but overall fear of having your heart broken when she realizes that being with you meant disrepute to her title. The avatar with Azula’s granddaughter? A scandal anyone would prefer to avoid.

By morning, Korra woke up early and started walking around the palace in hopes of bumping into you. She didn’t know where your favorite places were or what your daily routine was. Maybe she would’ve lost herself in such a big infrastructure, but it didn’t matter to her. She wanted… No, she needed to talk to you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Your Highness!” her voice stopped your steps, chills running down her spine. You looked over your shoulder to make sure it was her and at her sight, you started to walk faster; the avatar called your name a couple of times. “We need to talk, I need to talk to you!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra, please!” your voice had a begging tone. “There’s nothing we need to talk about. Our encounter was purely a one night thing, I know what you’ll say.”

Even if you weren’t looking at her, she had an offended look on her face. How could you say that? She knew you felt the same way she did that night alone.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “But you don’t,” she said again, now you frowned with confusion and turned completely her way. “There’s not a single person in this world that could know what I’ll say to you or even think about you, because my feelings are my own and I get to decide who gets to know them.”

You hesitated before putting your hands behind your back. “Alright… Go ahead, avatar.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I get what you mean by what you said and also get your actions,” she began, taking slow steps your way. Like a predator walking towards its prey. “But you have to believe me when I tell you that I couldn’t stop thinking about you since that night.”

Fire colored eyes fought against iced colored ones, like wanting to prove dominance, but Korra’s eyes were soft, inviting you to let your guard down.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “And I am aware of what they say about you and your family,” a small grimace showed on your lips, she shook her head. “I can totally tell you right now, I don’t care about it, at all. That night you allowed me to see you for you, the real you everyone dismisses and take as a facade; I know why you didn’t tell me right there you are the princess, it’s the same reason why I didn’t tell you I am the avatar: we wanted a real connection, one were at least one person didn’t judge us by our title.”

Your hands were playing now with the pieces of lace your robe had on the sleeve, Korra was now at least two steps away from you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “If you allow me to show you appreciation, kindness, even love, I promise you’ll get what you had always deserved. What is per title yours, please, princess, let me be part of your life… You have already latched into mine and I think if you say no right now I will be in shambles.” she finished with a little giggle, her eyes never left yours and now your own were starting to tear up.

There was no way that could be real, could it? A big part of you believed every single word the avatar just said to you, but there was still a small amount of your being telling you that it could be a trap, a cruel trap against you and your feelings. But how would you learn about those romantic feelings if you didn’t allow yourself to feel? To trust someone, to let yourself fall in love for once.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’m scared,” you whispered when you noticed how she was just centimeters away from you. “I’ve never felt like this.”

Gingerly, the southerner’s hands cupped your face tenderly. “I swear, I won’t hurt you, I would never hurt you if you give me that chance to give you my heart and all my affection, Your Highness.”

There wasn’t a verbal response to what she said, you let for once your impulse guide you and your lips crashed hers in an inexperienced kiss, but it was sweet. You could feel the girl smile under your lips, she then took the lead for the gesture, just when your lungs were crying for air did you pull away from her and a small shy smile was given to her, Korra gifted you a big one, so bright that you knew the sun could envied her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I told you, you were going to like her.” Iroh’s voice caught both of you out of guard and turned to him. A general smiling big still in his pajamas was standing in one of the halls. “Indirectly, I’m like cupid, am I not?” You fought against your impulse to burn him, Korra just giggled happily.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

A lovely game 

A lovely game 

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing:   Jean x Julia (Half-Pureblood vampire)

Part of : Ikemen advent calendar hosted by me and @candied-boys

Prompt : December 2 - Secret Santa

Tag:  Established relationship Fluff

Word Count : 934

Author’s Note: A whimsical game is the perfect opportunity to give and receive gift guided by hearts deepening the bond that bind their heart together with unwavering affection. 🥰

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The occasion to have fun in that mansion ran all year around, even more during holidays, that day was no exception since the request of Le Comte to speak with everyone in the parlor set the whole house in disarray with excitement.

One of the happiest at her uncle's plan was Julia that with a spring in her step reached her boyfriend's room only to wait with bated breath for him to answer after she so eagerly knocked on his door, just about when she was to go away a pair of listless navy blue eyes met hers.

“Good evening Jean.”

“Good evening to you Julia.”

“I am sorry to have bothered you.”

“You don't need to worry … may I know why you are here?”

“Ohh you see ... The other residents gathered in the drawing room ... and my uncle asked me to come fetch you but only if you want, like I don't want to pressure you.”

The stream of words from her lips were interrupted when he gently cupped her face in his hands brushing his thumb on her cheek, his eyes filled with affection bothered by a speck of regret at the sight of a strained smile appearing on her lips.

“I am happy you came for me.” 

A blush crept on her cheek making her even more adorable until he took a step away taking her hand in his bigger ones, smiling at the sight of the coy expression glimmering in her chartreuse eyes.

“I am ready if you wish for us to go together.”

“Oh yes please.”

Ever the gentleman Jean offered Julia his arm smiling when she clinged to it, sticking together even when once in the parlour he took a place on the sofa smiling as she did the same leaning on his chest.

A bright smile danced on her lips as he listened to the whimsical plan her uncle proposed to the residents of the mansion, if he had to take his words as the truth the day of the birth of Christ they had to share a gift with a person whose names was written in the card he so elegantly gave each one of them.

“Do you like the idea, Jean ?”

Julia’s voice was the only thing able to pull him out of his reveries, his heart raced madly in his chest at the sight of her shy smile with her gorgeous tourmaline eyes betraying the excitement she felt at the project her uncle brought everyone in.

“I do, Julia.”

A smile brighter than the sun and ten fold warmer danced on her lips 

“I do too. I can't wait to see what everyone will come up with.”

With a spring in her step she tucked the card in her skirt pocket before following him out of the room ready to think about the whimsical plan her uncle proposed.

Before they knew it the day come around everyone beamed with curiosity some hiding it better than others as they sat around the table, and yet when Jean saw Julia all dolled up with a green velvet dress that complimented her curves swaying her hips as she approached him he found himself unable to look away as a certain desires awoke in his heart.

“This is for you Jean. Merry Christmas.”

That simple wish that until now was nothing for him, spoken by her soft lips with so much affection was enough to move him to the core, emotion glimmering in his moonless eye as he carefully pulled the ribbon on the box she carefully placed in front of him. 

“I mostly thank you for this gift … please allow me to reciprocate.”

“I accept it gladly.” 

With a smile to rival any light Julia took the packet he took out from his jacket, like a child in a candy shop she beamed as she swirled the gift between her fingers until his voice took her away from her endeavours.

“Julia.”

“Yes.” 

“Thank you for your gift … I loved it very much.”

Jean was never good with words and yet he did his best to express his gratitude to her, unable to explain how much her thoughtful gift warmed his heart to its very core like nothing ever did except her unconditional love.

“I am so glad to hear that.”

Jean clutched the book to his chest smiling as she placed her fingers upon his own reaching to brush a gentle kiss on his cheek

“You are and always will be the swan for me, never forget that.”

Unable to contain his emotions he wrapped her in an hug, only after placing the book carefully on the table as to not ruin it

“Did you like mine ?”

“I have yet to open it, give me a minute.” 

The shy smile dancing on her lips made her shine even more under the light of the chandelier, that so sultrily swirled on the velvet planes and curves of her dress, rivalled by the brightness of her eyes as she took in the inside of the package he so gallantly held for her to open.

“Oh Jean I love it, thank you so much.”

Affection filled her eyes as Julia’s delicate fingers stroke the soft fur of the white tiger she was holding close to her chest, without wasting a moment she leaned to leave a kiss on his cheek, relaxing in his hug as he wrapped one arm around her form minding nothing of all the residents’ stares as they share a light kiss, before pulling away only to gaze at one another with fond smiles.

[newtthetranswriter]

Cuddels save lives?

Word count: 861

Paring: Magna swing x Reader

Summary: Cold weather and a disheveled base don't mix, but the Hot headed fire mage may be able to help out with some cuddles.

Warnings: None really, Magna and Luck being themselves, and one slightly suggestive comment form Magna

A/n: WELCOME TO MY WINTER FIC EVENT. Anyway this is the first installment of my first fic event. I decided to go with some Magna Swing fluff for two reasons, 1) I love him and he needs more attention, 2) I want to show my other fandoms my writing and thought Black clover would be a great place to start. Without further ado enjoy the event and remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

    It was an extremely cold day for the start of winter, and the disheveled walls of the Black Bulls hideout weren’t really helping. Cold air still managed to slip through the cracks no matter what I did. And the pile of blankets I was hiding under weren’t helping. My only hope was for the cold weather to pass quickly and bring back the relaxing temperatures of spring. 

    My day of being bundled in blankets ignoring the ruckus of my squad members was interrupted by a giggling lightning mage bursting through the door. I was about to yell at the blonde when he beat me to it jumping over me and hiding behind the pile of blankets.

    “Quick Y/n you gotta cover for me.” He said, trying to keep his voice down. I was confused until I heard another voice getting closer to my room yelling about Luck being a thieving brat. “Magna thinks I stole his food again, which I did, but this time I think he might actually kill me.”

     I rolled my eyes. These two were always either fighting over food or being terrors together, but judging by the sound of a pissed Magna getting closer and realizing Luck’s fate will be sealed if Magna sees where he is I sighed before speaking. “Fine, I’ll come up with a lie for you but first you need to get out of my room before my already pissed boyfriend does kill you.” A look of fear flashed through Luck’s eyes for what was probably the first time in his life before he swung open my window jumping out.

    Right as he fell from view Magna peaked inside the room seeing me glaring at the open window curled up in a mountain of blankets. “If it’s so cold you need all those blankets, why the hell do you have the window open?” He asked me, moving to close the window. “Also have you seen Luck? That bastard stole my food again and ran off.” Magna said moving towards my cocoon of blankets.

    Looking up at the fire mage, I failed to come up with a lie he would believe, and so decided I’d save Luck without taking the blame for his thievery. “Truth is he ran through just before you came in and jumped out the window.” Watching Magna try to decide whether to follow him or not, I put the rest of my plan to action. “But instead of spending your day chasing someone you’re never going to catch, you could maybe lie down with your partner who is freezing to death and use that flame magic of yours to keep me warm.” I said through exaggerated shivers, making sure to look as pitiful as possible to convince the stubborn mage.

    I watched as his anger about Luck and his food melted away, fading into an expression of care and comfort as he sighed. “You’re right, I’ll get back at Luck later but for now my love is freezing, and we can’t have that can we.” He said taking off his sunglasses, setting them on my nightstand, and hanging up his robe and jacket on the chair by my desk. “Now before I lay down, we gotta get rid of some of these blankets or we’re going to get way to fucking hot.” He started to pull at the layers wrapped around me.

    I struggled against him. “You can take the blankets off once you warm me up. I can't handle a second in the cold Magna, I’ll die.” I complained as he rolled his eyes in response.

    “Well if you didn’t have every blanket in the hideout on you would have already noticed I’ve been trying to make it warmer in here since I came in. Now If you want cuddles get rid of some of these blankets.” He said seriously.

    Looking at him skeptically I inched a hand out from under the blanket mountain, feeling that the room was in fact quite a bit warmer than when I woke up. With that realization I quickly helped him remove all but one of the probably fifteen blankets I managed to cover myself with. Once that was done I pulled him onto the bed and snuggled into his side. We both began to relax, thankful that it was one of the few days off we get so the chance of being pulled away to a mission was slim.

   “Thanks for this Magna, I love cuddling with you.” I said moving closer with a quiet yawn.

   I felt him place gentle to the top of my head before he yawned as well. “No problem next time you get cold, just come ask and I’m positive I can find a way to keep you warm.” Hearing the slight smirk in his voice, I playfully smacked his chest mumbling a quiet ‘I hate you, receiving a chuckle in response. “I love you too, y/n. Now get some rest, who knows what crazy shit Asta will pull us into next.” WIth that we both fell asleep in each other's arms, somehow sleeping through the chaos that is constant in the Black Bulls hideout.