#girl help i forgot to put the crown

[lamboficarus]

worlds most punchable face award goessss tooooo...

[luffyrose]

We're back with another dc x dp, coming to you this time on my phone while hang in off the back of my couch. Is blood rushing to my head? Yes.

Either way, I had a random thought about how personally as a child, I was a little monkey, like if my parents had actually had the thought to put me in gymnastics I would probably be a menace to society. And so my thought was, what if Danny was like that too?

Danny had always been very hyper, like, bounce of the walls, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE FRIDGE-" kind of hyper. When he started to climb, hang, flip, and just about break something just to have some fun, Jazz finally tried to get their parents to sign him up for gymnastics.

They didn't.

Both had been very happy at the idea, but when it came down to it, they just forgot. And one time without actually paying attention to the two, said gymnastics was for girls, ultimately shattering Danny's budding hobby. Jazz of course didn't just let that dream go, instead finding anything she could to let him learn on his own, at the very least, she made sure he was capable enough to pick it up in his teenage years should he finally get a chance to take classes.

That didn't end up happened either.

He'd died, become Phantom, accidentally become Crown Prince of the Infinite realms, and now had to deal with superheroes realizing that something was up in Amity. More specifically, a credible news reporter finally came to the town and settled the real or not debate in one swift "WTF IS THAT-" upon seeing a giant robot hunter thing(it was Skulker).

Along with all that, his parents, or more specifically his mother, was finally noticing something was wrong. Almost two years after he died, she finally took a second to look at him, and was disturbed. So Danny, being optimistic as he can be, tries to tell them, which goes horribly wrong and ends in a lab explosion and Danny 'stuck' in the Ghost Zone. Really Jazz blew the portal up after reaching her own breaking point and immediately called CPS on her parents since Danny was never gonna come back to them.

Danny all ouchy, there goes my parents because the two destroyed their blood bond by intentionally aiming to harm him instead of the weird loophole they'd been in before. Clockwork being Clockwork yeets him over to Gotham, giving Jazz a note about it.

Over in Gotham, he's actually thrown right from a portal in the aky hurdling down toward one of the city's rogues. Whoever it is, the Batfam are like "wtf-" at the clearly confused child that suspiciously looks like they're one of the Waynes, and so they just take him back. Doesn't help that they're worried since he just got thrown from who knows where and definitely did not take that fall well- also doesn't help that he's clearly bleeding and severely injured.

Danny, after Alfred forces him to rest from injuries, is so hyper. His hyperness had gone into his vigilantism, so now with nothing to deter it, he was going crazy and he felt so stiff.

Cue one of the sibkings walking in to find the kid hanging dangerously off something and just going "hi". Dick has a new favorite(not really he still loves all his siblings the same...maybe Damian and new kid are a smidge higher, but they're younger so it doesn't count).

When he takes the kid to the gym in their house, he is literally running around and getting onto everything. Now Dick has accidentally acquired little acrobatic brother that he's determined to help out with getting better.

Best part, Danny doesn't even realize the others are like "welp he's family now" and is just thinking they're very nice for being rich. He doesn't trust Bruce too much though, sure rich people's mids could be chill(take Sam for example) but parents themselves were iffy.

No one knows how to react to the truth bombs he randomly drops without even realizing it either.

Dick, watching Danny haning upside down from a bar for the last like 10 minutes: whatcha doin buddy?

Danny: thinking about my parents.

Damian, who's also been watching the whole tome but would never admit it: Your parents?

Danny, yeeting himself off the bar with no sense of self preservation: yeah, they told me they'd sign me up for gymnastics. Never did. Claimed it was only for girls. Although I think that was the same day our oven came alive on accident and almost set me on fire so...they were pretty distracted.

Dick, staring in actual horror for many reasons: What?!

Damian, also horrified but not showing it as much: Your oven came alive...?

Danny, who still isn't paying attention and already having forgotten what he said: how do you do that thing you showed me earlier?

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Do you have any dialogue prompts for a person who doesn’t speak much?

In literature, we can find characters who are generally quiet. Some of them are perhaps so because it's innate, whilst others may not speak much due to certain events (e.g., a traumatic experience). Maybe some quotes from these quiet characters could serve as dialogue prompts. Below are just two examples I chose.

In Louisa May Alcott's Little Women, Beth March is known as a quiet, introverted character:

...We’ve each got a dollar...‘I planned to spend mine in new music,’ said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle holder.

‘I used to be so frightened when it was my turn to sit in the chair with the crown on, and see you all come marching round to give the presents, with a kiss. I liked the things and the kisses, but it was dreadful to have you sit looking at me while I opened the bundles,’ said Beth, who was toasting her face and the bread for tea at the same time.

‘Serves me right for trying to be fine. I wish I’d let my hair alone,’ cried Meg petulantly. ‘So do I, it was so smooth and pretty. But it will soon grow out again,’ said Beth, coming to kiss and comfort the shorn sheep.

‘I saw something I liked this morning, and I meant to tell it at dinner, but I forgot,’ said Beth, putting Jo’s topsy-turvy basket in order as she talked.

‘I like that kind of sermon. It’s the sort Father used to tell us,’ said Beth thoughtfully, putting the needles straight on Jo’s cushion.

‘I wish I’d known that nice girl. Maybe she would have helped me, I’m so stupid,’ said Beth, who stood beside him, listening eagerly.

‘Jo talks about the country where we hope to live sometime—the real country, she means, with pigs and chickens and haymaking. It would be nice, but I wish the beautiful country up there was real, and we could ever go to it,’ said Beth musingly.

...so that is my favorite dream.’ ‘Mine is to stay at home safe with Father and Mother, and help take care of the family,’ said Beth contentedly.

‘If something very pleasant should happen now, we should think it a delightful month,’ said Beth, who took a hopeful view of everything, even November.

‘I don’t see how you dared to do it,’ said Beth in a tone of awe.

‘My head aches and I’m tired, so I thought maybe some of you would go,’ said Beth.

‘I’m so full of happiness, that if Father was only here, I couldn’t hold one drop more,’ said Beth, quite sighing with contentment as Jo carried her off to the study to rest after the excitement, and to refresh herself with some of the delicious grapes the ‘Jungfrau’ had sent her.

In Maya Angelou’s novel-like autobiography I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, the protagonist becomes mostly mute after a traumatic childhood event:

When we still didn’t force ourselves to answer, she asked, “You want me to tell Santa Claus to take these things back?” A wretched feeling of being torn engulfed me. I wanted to scream, “Yes. Tell him to take them back.” But I didn’t move. (An example of internal dialogue)

It occurred to me that she expected a response. The sweet vanilla flavor was still on my tongue and her reading was a wonder in my ears. I had to speak. I said, “Yes, ma’am.” It was the least I could do, but it was the most also.

“What you doing sitting here by yourself, Marguerite?” She didn’t accuse, she asked for information. I said that I was watching the sky. She asked, “What for?” There was obviously no answer to a question like that, so I didn’t make up one.

Stunned but trying to be well mannered, I said, “Hello. My name is Marguerite.”

“What the hell is this?” He hunched himself up on a hip and brushed the pants. His hand showed red in the porch’s cast-off light. “What is this, Marguerite?” I said with a coldness that would have done him proud, “I’ve been cut.”

The lie lumped in my throat and I couldn’t get air. How I despised the man formaking me lie...The tears didn’t soothe my heart as they usually did. I screamed, “Ole, mean, dirty thing, you. Dirty old thing.” Our lawyer brought me off the stand and to my mother’s arms.

Sources: 1 2 3 4

Hope this helps inspire your writing. Do tag me, or send me a link. I'd love to read your work!

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[corrupte3d-mindz]

About Me:

I’m a 16 year old who loves writing about my favorite characters that live in my head rent free. I’m currently ending my sophomore year and moving to junior year; I found out that I’ll be 17 as a senior which is kinda weird. I speak English as a first language but I have a bit of dyslexia so I tend to add a word that didn’t need to be there or I forgot a word. If you notice it and I haven’t just hit me up and I’ll fix it along with that kind gesture I’ll also ask for you to give me a prompt/idea that you may want me to write, I love hearing other’s ideas and helping them to put it to paper. I tend to be very step by step writer because I like to give a very good visual representation of what’s going down but I tend to do it badly but it’s in the process of becoming more refined and better.

MASTERLIST BELOW

Warnings:

Some of these series have very sensitive topics like rape, drug abuse, gore, and death. If you do not like those topics then please stay away from them, I don’t want to deal with complaining. Half of my stuff will be dark, depraved, and depressing. Reading this and choosing to go further is all up to you. If you need to step away from one of my posts because you are struggling to make it through then drop it entirely, it will only get worse from there.

Any dark and depraved depictions of certain characters who are not like that normally will most likely happen in my blog , but for the ones that do have it, it’ll be worse. The ones that don’t normally have it I do not see them in that light. I just write them in that light.

For the depraved people like myself, you may continue on and please enjoy my work that I love to do. Thank you and have a wonderful day/night.

Codes:

𑁍 — Fluff

𖥻 — Humor

𖤐 — Angst

☹︎ — Dark

♧ — Smut

♔ — Headcanons

〇 — One-Shots

⧉ — Potential Series

꩜ — Series

Color Codes:

Red: Extreme non-con elements or just extremely dark themes

Orange: Some dark elements mentioned or conveyed.

Blue: Barely any dark themes at all; probably just the mention of alcohol, drugs, or blood. It’s the bare fucking bones.

Pink: Either it’s mainly smut or a shitty plot with smut..

Green: Nothing bad at all, it’s just fluff and kind things happening around here.

White: Either I haven’t written it yet, in the process or just have no clue what I want to put it under as yet.

Who I write for:

Celebrities

Cillian Murphy

Series:

Cost of Fame Part 2 ꩜,♧,𖤐,𑁍

One-shots:

On My Dime 〇,𑁍

Lavish Love 〇,♧,𑁍

My fucking baby! 〇,𑁍

Red Carpet Rush 〇,♧,𑁍

Ageless Beauty 〇,♧,𖥻,𑁍

Falling on deaf ears 〇,𑁍

BTS of Peaky Blinders 〇,𑁍

Lights, Camera, Cillian 〇,𑁍

Behind Closed Doors 〇,☹︎,𖤐,♧

Headcanons:

Tom Hardy

Series:

One-shots:

Headcanons:

Venom

Eddie Brock

Serious:

One-shots:

Headcanons:

Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby

Series:

Wild & Free ꩜,♧,𖤐,𑁍

Bloodlines ꩜,♧,𖤐,𑁍

Nocturnal Allies ꩜,♧,𖤐,𑁍

A Deal with the Devil ꩜,☹︎,𖤐,♧,𑁍

One-Shots:

His Angel 〇,𑁍

Silent Vows 〇,𑁍,♧

Blood Brothers 〇,☹︎,𖤐

Sleepless Nights 〇,𑁍

Burning Embers 〇,𖤐,𑁍

Little White Lies 〇,𖤐

Needle & Thread 〇,⧉,𑁍

Forever a Shelby 〇,𑁍,𖥻

The Ghost of You 〇,𖤐,𑁍

Uncharted Territory ⧉,𑁍

Veil of Deception 〇,𑁍,♧

Shadows of Ambition

Tangled Memories

Headcanons:

John Shelby

Series:

The Crimson Crown ꩜,♧,𖤐,𑁍

One-Shots:

Blood and Whiskey

Headcanons:

Finn Shelby

Series:

One-Shots:

To The Bone 〇

Headcanons:

Micheal Gray

Series:

One-Shots:

The Unseen Enemy 〇

Blood and Business 〇

The Cost of Loyalty 〇

Whiskey and Secrets 〇

Whispers in the Night 〇

Gray Days & Dark Nights 〇

Headcanons:

Luka Changretta

Series:

Sins in the Shadows ꩜,♧,𖤐,𑁍

One-shots:

Silent Threat 〇,𖤐,♧

Headcanons:

Alfie Solomons

Series:

Old Wounds ꩜,♧,𖤐,𑁍

One-Shots:

The Last Toast ⧉,𖤐,♧,𑁍

A King Among Men 〇,𖤐,♧,𑁍

A Pint and a Promise 〇,𖤐,♧,𑁍

Headcanons:

Sir Oswald Mosley

Series:

The Enemy Within ꩜,𖤐,♧,𑁍

One-Shots:

Daddy’s Girl 〇,𖤐,♧,𑁍

Pillow Princess 〇,𖤐,♧,𑁍

Echoes in the Alley ⧉,𖤐,♧,𑁍

Tempting the Tyrant ⧉,𖤐,♧,☹︎,𑁍

Headcanons:

The Dark Knight Trilogy or The Batman Trilogy

Dr. Jonathan Crane

Series:

Nightmare in Gotham ꩜,☹︎,𖤐,♧,𑁍

In Your Shadow part 2 ꩜,☹︎,𖤐,♧,𑁍

One-Shots:

Headcanons:

A Quiet Place Part ||

Emmett Abbott

Series:

One-Shots:

Headcanons:

Watching the Detectives

Neil Lewis

Series:

One-Shots:

Headcanons:

Inception

Robert Fischer

Series:

The Siren Files 2 ꩜,𖤐,♧,𑁍

One-Shots:

Hell on Wheels 〇,𖥻,𑁍

Actually Burning 〇,𖥻,𑁍

The Illusion of Control 〇,𖤐,♧,𑁍

Headcanons:

Red Eye

Jackson Rippner

Series:

Unmasked ꩜,☹︎,𖤐,♧,𑁍

One-Shots:

Headcanons:

This master-list will be updated once I have a couple of stories out to the public then this message will disappear.

[sft-chrry]

their love language

pairings: k. rengoku, m. kanroji, s. kocho, m. tokito x gn!reader (separately)

a/n: the muichiro one is really short because i have a habit of writing at 12am so sorry about that huhu

k. rengoku ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ quality time

• ngl i had to actually think about this i rlly wanted to put all

• he loves to spend his time talking to you

• i just like to believe that he has a lot of tea to say at the end of his shift

• he'd be like “did you know that there was a little girl who stole from the food stall?”

• or “i saw a cat jumped off the tree”

• it could be a big thing or a little thing he would say it to you while spending time with him.

• he will probably wake you up because he remembered something he forgot to tell you

m. kanroji ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ words of affirmation

• she would have a deep shade of red if you praise her

• since something said that a boar/bear would marry her, she has become very insecure about her eating habits, appearance, and strength. if you compliment any of those or say that they're cool, she would melt on the spot

• if you give her her lunch with a note she would keep the notes that you give her in a box

• she would say i love you in the morning and before you two fall asleep

s. kocho ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ act of service

• when you notice that she has been yawning you would make her a cup of coffee and just stay with her

• you would stock up with her favorite foods

• you would do her meals yourself and not call for aoi to help you

• she would fall in love with you again if you said “ill help you with that”

m. tokito ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ quality time

• due to his bad short memory loss(?) he wants to spend time with you so that he doesn’t forget you

• when are spending time together you two are either sleeping, making paper origami, or making flower crowns

🍒 reblogs and notes are appreciated !

🍒 sft-chrry 2023

[the-words-we-sung]

Thoughts and pictures - S3E3

The great rewatch of season 3 continues! And we're halfway through with episode 3. As usual, it's probably gonna get a bit long so proceed with caution 😁

And we're starting off with some big big pressure on Wilhelm, for a change... "I don't know if I can handle it" => ma'am, you're the queen, you're an adult, you're his mother. Get a fucking grip!!

How can she put so much pressure on her son's shoulders? I understand that she's unwell, she hasn't grieved Erik's death properly in season 2 so this break down was bound to happen I guess, but how can she (and Ludwig) just abandon Wilhelm like that? And not so long after his speech (and the "trial" with August). Did either of them talk to him about it? About this huge coming out he just did? About how brave he was? One day I'll write a post just about Wilhelm and his parents because I have A LOT of feelings.

And I don't know a lot about how a monarchy works but would Wilhelm really have to step up and replace his mother if she was suddenly unfit to lead, despite being 16? That doesn't make a lot of sense, does it? Especially in this case when Wilhelm has been Crown Prince for very little time (and even needs a special Crown Prince school during summer to learn his duties).

"You wouldn't have been able to handle it. That I can fuck up too" => oh Simon, my sweet sweet boy... I have to say that I really like his scenes with his mother this season, I really needed to see Linda actually act like a mom, and Simon to become more "real" with her. So I love their scenes and dynamic this season!

Is Wilhelm still seeing Boris? Or is he really all alone in dealing with his mother's health and everything else? My boy needs help...

I'm sorry but Simon with helmet hair is just the cutest thing!

But gosh their communication is just so awful this season... On one hand Simon frustrates me a tiny bit because I didn't think he would be so "naive". I mean, of course it must feel truly awful to receive to many hate comments, but he's a teenager who knows how to use social media so I would have expected him to know that these people are trolls and responding to them would lead nowhere? The people writing these are not interested in knowing him or the truth or anything, just in being nasty because it's easy to do so anonymously. But also I guess he's 16. He's super young, I'm probably expecting too much maturity here and not being super fair ><

And on the other hand, Wilhelm also frustrates me because he barely stops to listen and to actually see what Simon is going through. And yeah, he's got the crazy pressure from his family and his mother being unwell but still, he's being very selfish. And he has always had a tendency to be, but it's 10x worst this season ><

(Also why did he not say anything to these mean girls mocking Simon's song when they entered the music room together??)

I'm realizing now that truly, these Boris sessions with Wilhelm and August are really fucked up: the sessions with Boris helped Wilhelm so much last season, he felt safe enough to talk there, to be honest, and he was able to work through the hard stuff in his life. And now they put August there? The person who made him feel unsafe, who recorded him and leaked the video online. They put that person here in his safe place with him? Which might explain why there's no more therapy sessions for Wilhelm this season (outside of the ones with August). It's so fucked up...

Wilhelm is feeling so cornered...

And Simon is breaking my heart... Omar is such a good actor, he portrays sadness way too well, I wanted to cry almost every time I saw Simon in this episode. He's so depressed, thinking everyone hates him, it's hard to watch... Why did season 3 have to be so cruel to him?

It's hard to enjoy the sweet moments between them (this scene for example, which I forgot was gonna happen there :p) when we just had a sad Simon, bad communication between them, Wilhelm being mean to him... It makes it hard (for me) to enjoy the cute scenes because it just feels like a small band-aid put on a gaping wound ><

I really liked that we got to see Felice's dad again, and this scene is so important! I love Felice's decision to go without her dad and to be honest in the end. I still think she should have had a stronger storyline throughout the whole show. She's a great character and she deserved more!!

Sara and Micke singing in the car: 💛 "I'd rather have a papa with bad spells than no papa at all" => I don't know August... I guess it's the eternal dilemma..

Just because he looks so incredibly beautiful here 💜

This Sara and Micke conversation was so important and needed! I really liked that we finally got a bit more information about Micke and what happened to their family.

And another scene that I forgot was happening in this episode ^^' I got too used to seeing the cute (and hot) scenes from this season with gifs here that I know them without the context around :p

Why is it that every time something good happens to Simon this season, it backfires immediately and Wilhem makes him sad about it? 😩

3 more episodes to go, wish me luck >< This season is even more depressing than I remembered ^^'

[darkdevasofdestruction]

My Glaze Lily ~ Baizhu x Reader

Summary: Baizhu and reader have been childhood sweethearts, all the way into adulthood, to the point that everyone calls them the perfect couple, and they scold him for not proposing already. They don’t know the suffering that each of the two harbour deep in their hearts, nor the strings of fate shackling them and pulling them away from each other.

At age four, Baizhu went out with his mum to play in the flower field. Here, he saw the most beautiful flower of them all, a flower princess no doubt, one that was capable of putting to shame anything which could have the attribute ‘pretty’ attached to it. He looked up at his mum and tugged on her sleeve, asking how he could start talking to her - He was shy, and had no clue what to say! His mother smiled at him tenderly and told him to pick the flower he liked the most, and offer it to her, as a token of friendship.

With a happy grin on his face, Baizhu started running around the field, until he spotted a glowing flower of a particular light blue hue, similar to the azure sky, but much more unique. Happy with his gift, he went in front of the girl sitting on the ground - She was so beautiful that Baizhu forgot how to speak. His cheeks went flush with warmth, and he looked down bashfully. The long, luscious hair, made out of flowers, and pretty long dress she was wearing, the lovely melody she was humming... And those eyes... Those sparkling eyes like the most previous gems in the whole country...

“Hi! My name is Y/N, it’s nice to meet you!” even her voice was so gorgeous! She was speaking to him! “M-My uh... My name is Baizhu. I... I think you’re very pretty! Can we be friends?!” he asked, closing his eyes shut as he shoved the flower in her face. “Oh, a glaze lily, how lovely! Thank you so much, Baizhu!” she giggled sweetly, gingerly taking the flower from his hand and putting in in her hair. “We can be the best of friends!” she continued, getting up and putting the flower crown she was working on, on his head. “You are the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen! Maybe you can be my boyfriend.” she hummed, leaning in to kiss his red cheek. “B-Boyfriend?! O-Oh, I--I... Y-Yes, I-I’d like that!” though his heart was beating fast, he breathed out an exhale of pure relief - He was the happiest he’s ever been. With a gleeful squeal, Y/N clinged on his arm, and they walked together through the field - Though Y/N was the one speaking for the most part, Baizhu couldn’t help but steal glances at her face, shining with the warm caress of the Sun rays.

At age seven, Baizhu found his sweet lily on the ground next to a tree, whimpering and holding her knee. Looking up, he saw a single ripe fruit, somewhere on the top branch, and he realised Y/N tried to climb up to snatch it, only to fall due to a withered branch and injure herself. “Don’t cry, my dear glaze lily. I’ll make the pain go away.” he reassured her, taking out the first aid kit his mum prepared for him, in case something happens while out playing, and he took out a napkin, wetting it with a healing toner to clean the scrap on her knee, before applying some marigold and sweet flower ointment and bandaging it carefully.  At the end, he placed a soft kiss where the injury was, and when he looked at the girl, he noticed her sweet blush. “Here, I kissed it better.” he said, before urging her to hop on his back.  “H-Hey, let me down, you can’t get me all the way home!” she protested, her face buried in the crook of his neck. “Just let your boyfriend take care of you.” the green haired boy chuckled, feeling her grip tighten slightly from embarrassment. He loved seeing how cute she could be.

At age eleven, Baizhu went over to Y/N’s home, wanting to study together under the tutelage of her mum, who was a renowned herbalist, but as he got on the premise, he heard her beautiful voice singing a melody. Following her tune, he found her dancing in the flower garden, wearing the prettiest blue dress there ever was... But something peculiar was happening, as uncontrolled shapes of water were being bent in the air with every wave of her hands, and with a controlled amount, the flowers were being wet and fertilised. It seemed that Y/N received her Hydro Vision, and she was using it the best she knew - To tend to her dearest garden. “Among flowers, the glaze lily.” he found himself praising her. Y/N stopped her dance, surprised at the interruption, and the water dissipated in thin air. “Among men, the scholar.” she smiled sweetly at him, revealing the blue noctilucous jade tassel that she attached the Vision to, and put at her sash. “You are the most special flower in the entire Teyvat.” he couldn’t help but adore her. “And soon, you will be getting your Vision also.” she encouraged. “After all, we are soulbound, you and I.”

At age thirteen, Baizhu’s chronic illness became evident, and there was little any of the healers could do to cure him, except for making his day to day life easier to bare with. Y/N’s mum would concoct all the most revolutionary potions, yet nothing worked completely. Y/N would visit the boy daily, and would cuddle into his side, resting her head on his chest to hear his beating heart and make sure he was doing alright - Though the crepitant noise that rumbled his lungs as he coughed only made her cry with fear - She was so afraid of losing him, that she didn’t want to be pried away from his side. Since then, she’s been trying desperately hard, to the point of fainting from exhaustion; What was the point of having a vision that had the power of healing, if she couldn’t even save her soulmate?  “Please don’t be so upset, Y/N, I will be fine. Maybe I can’t go run a marathon, but I’ll still be around for as long as you’ll have me.” he would caress her silky hair “I want you by my side forever. I don’t want to imagine a life without you in it. That is no life - That is just an illusion.” Baizhu couldn’t help but smile, his heart melting with love for the girl. “Don’t worry, my sweet glaze lily. Even when the twilight is gone, I will never leave you.”

At age fifteen, Baizhu received his Dendro Vision, and began practicing his new-found powers; Much to his pleasure, he was perfectly capable of healing also; And though he was unable to cure his condition, his body felt a little stronger - Stable, at least. The mere notion that he could, in the future, open a pharmacy or hospital of sorts and run it together with Y/N, then he was sure the people of Liyue were going to be happy and accounted for. Out of sheer bliss, he ran over to Y/N’s place, coughing slightly from the effort - And as soon as he saw her, he cupped her face and kissed her tenderly and full of passion, making her mind go completely blank. That playful smile, as he leaned back, only made her feel dizzy from emotions. “Give me your mornings and give me your Sun, and when it sets, give me your darkest nights too, because I am ready for anything, just to be with you, for as long as we roam this earth.” and he kissed her again.

At age seventeen, Baizhu was proud to admit he learnt everything he could from the healers of Liyue Harbour, and found a new master, with whom he would travel the country far and wide, and study new things, so controversial, so different from everything that he’s ever been taught. It wasn’t easy, staying away from the love of his life, though he knew, at the end of each journey, he will return to her, and will kiss her even more lovingly than the time before, and each time, he will make their time spent together even more meaningful. “Worry not, my love - When you return, I shall be waiting for you with open arms. Not till the mountains crumble, or the earth mingles with the sky, will I ever cease to love you. You are the love of my life, and our souls are one.” hearing her sweet confession, he couldn’t help but feel his eyes gleam with tears, and he kissed her the whole night, to last for as long as he will be away.

At age twenty-five, Baizu’s fellow apprentice, Jiangli, had already left and settled down with her husband, and their master had died an early death. Standing over his grave, with the white snake wrapped around his neck, he realised how fleeting human life is, akin to the petals of a beautiful flower.  Why should physicians die so early? They save others, but who saves them? And Changsheng, also, should she continue being passed on and on, from pact to pact, to the point of disappearing out of this world? The pact says the master and the pact forger are in complete balance, and Changsheng can balance out the qi in his body; She can help transfer life force, toxins, poisons from one body to another, a most important power that only those like him can possess - But at what cost? Thus, Baizhu was set on ending the vicious cycle that surrounded them. Everything will stop with him. Once he manages to create the perfect Elixir of Immortality, there will be no reason for people to mourn his death, nor will Changsheng need to either die, or be forced to make another pact to survive. The wheel of life and death will stop be stopped in time.

At age thirty, Baizhu had already opened the renowned Bubu Pharmacy, together with his childhood sweetheart, and they were working together each and every day. The old ladies were scolding him for not proposing to Y/N already, saying she can’t wait forever for flowers wilt, but he’d only chuckle at them dismissively. Y/N was his most precious glaze lily, whether young or old, her beauty will never wither. “Though the seasons of our hearts and bodies may change, I will still be holding you in my arms all the same.” he would tell her, sealing that promise with another kiss. Y/N remained unquestioning when it came to Changsheng, the talking white snake, yet he was not going to admit to the truth any time soon; She was going to remain a simple companion. With the addition of the little zombie child that he saved and took under his wing, people would now joke that Qiqi was their child, and they were a beautiful family together - Y/N seemed to love that idea and was quickly on board with it, but he, once again, simply smiled and remained silent.

Baizhu was now thirty-three of age, and though his healing work was in a glorious uprise, his relationship with Y/N was degrading quickly. Perhaps it was his illness, or the fact that Changsheng was loose-lipped and told the secret of their pact; Maybe it was the way his health was deteriorating with each of the more difficult cases he had to treat, or simply, that she couldn’t take seeing him outright killing himself, in an attempt to reach the ultimate knowledge of immortality. They began arguing, even publicly - Or rather, it was her who was arguing, as he remained quiet; His heart was shattering, every time he’d see the depressed and desperate look on her face, and the tears of agony her soul was shedding, all for him. He had promised her willow blossom dreams, only to find sorrows hidden on the moon. He was such a hypocrite. “Y/N, please don’t forget that all of my tomorrows belong only to you, my love.” he would attempt to approach her, only for her to step back. “The way you are continuing living your life, you hardly have any tomorrows to offer at all, Baizhu! If it were humanly possible, I would have gladly traded all of my days, just to spend a single more night with you - But even with that, you are not satisfied. You want it all - You are greedy, you think yourself capable of achieving something that even Gods cannot dream of - But Baizhu, you fail to accept your own position; You are just a human, nothing more! We were made to live a short yet plentiful life, and then perish! From the earth we rise, and in the earth we return. You have become obsessed with this idea of immortality - But nothing, not the skies, not the earth or the oceans, not even the rocks or Heaven itself - Nothing exists forever! That is the law of nature, Baizhu, understand already! All that you are doing is feeding your own delusions and forgetting to live this life! You are killing yourself to save others, but who is going to save you?! You are saving others the grief of loss, but what about those who love you?! What about ME?! Am I not going to mourn you? Am I not allowed to weep, watching the love of my life destroying himself, for the sake of others?!” Baizhu would hang his head and sigh deeply; how he hoped to somehow find the proper words to comfort her, to tell her that everything will be okay, and that he will surely find the solution to all of their woes; He wanted to fall to his knee and ask for her hand in marriage - He’s been wanting that for thirty-one years already, when he first offered that glaze lily to her - They were soulbound, one without the other couldn’t exist... Yet the way he was now, he was doing nothing but hurting her - The sole reason he dismissed each and every attempt at remaining as close as they used to be, was out of fear of hurting her with dreams and hopes for the future, only for that future to be snatched away from them, just like his master’s tomorrows had been cut short. “If rains from the Heavens can save the Earth from calamity, then surely, so can I, right?” he found himself speaking impersonally, almost soulless even. “Victory is only for those who are willing to pay the price.” “After three decades, you would sacrifice even our love, just for a stupidly idealistic delusion that’s been poisoning your mind.” her words cut him deep. “You’ve changed, Baizhu. You are not the same man that I fell in love with. You are just the shell of him. The Baizhu I knew would not have abandoned me and everyone he loves like this.” he took a sharp inhale, his eyes widening in realisation at her words. Abandoned her? Has he truly pushed aside the one he loved the most in this life, because of his obsession with saving everyone around him? “I cannot do this anymore, Baizhu. I said I was going to wait for you for as long as it took - But there is nothing but desolation to wait for. I am getting old, I cannot continue wasting my life begging for an illusion to become reality anymore. I have to accept that my soulmate died and is never coming back. You have becoming nothing but fire and ice, and the touch of you burns my hands like snow.” he couldn’t help but watch Y/N turn around, tears running down her face, as she left the Pharmacy. “Farewell, my lost love. I will never forget the precious memories we lived together.”  “Y/N, please wait--” yet he remained with his arm hanging in the air, his fingers missing the empty grasp of her sleeve - He was unable to catch her and stop her from leaving him.

The Sun went down, and the silver moon was gracing the dark sky, and Baizhu was all alone to walk home. He looked up, gazing at the graceful celestial body, and a tear escaped his beautiful eye. He was alone. Truly alone. Alone as he’s never been in his whole life. “The moon reminds me of your grace, all the love I can’t repay... Live on and now that I will pray, farewell, my dearest soulmate.” a hand was clenched tightly over his heart; His chest was burning with a searing agony that he’s never felt before. There was a hole inside of his, like an abyss, numb, yet also suffering. He felt himself rooted to the spot, unable to move his feet anymore. Changsheng also sighed, nuzzling her head onto his cheek lovingly. “If I were the rain that binds together the Earth and the Sky, whom in all eternity never mingle... Would I be able to bind two lost hearts together once more?” her wondering seemed to only bring more sorrow to her healer. “Y/N was right, you know? Long have you been agonising yourself with a noble yet silly task you’ve proposed yourself, and in this journey you set on, you’ve lost track of the important things in a mortal’s life.” the snake scolded him tenderly. “I appreciate you thinking about me and all the people in the world... But Baizhu, my friend, is it worth it? Your health is quickly deteriorating, and your years are depleting. You aren’t getting any younger, and neither is Y/N. There is only so much humans can live... Is it worth throwing away all your happiness, and denying Y/N, when she’s the only reason you’ve been smiling ever since I met you?” Once again, Baizhu found no viable words in his vast vocabulary to reply to his companion, and instead, with yet another sigh from deep inside his damaged soul, he found the inner strength mustered to return to his empty home and rest. His soul was empty, his house was empty, his bed was empty... Yet his mind was busier, more crowded than it’s ever been. Thoughts were running rapidly through his brain, all of them regarding the love of his life and how he managed to alienate her, to drive her away, after so many years spent together, with the most utopic, idealistic love there was, something so pure and true, like the beauty of the glaze lily she resembled.

There had to be something capable of convincing her to return... Yet with each day spent apart, it made him wonder, if there was any hope of reunion for them. He must have truly shattered her heart, and though they were both healers, there was no way to mend a broken soul.

Fate has brought them together, and fate was going to separate them, with the cruel claw that ripped them away from one another. He feared death keeping them apart, yet it was his own actions that accomplished something that none could ever foresee.

A rather peculiar situation brought upon by the Traveler herself and her own white fairy companion, and this child seeking his lost father. He quickly guessed that this man was the husband of Jiangli, his previous fellow apprentice, and soon, his suspicions were proven; She was giving away her life to create a cure for him, from demonic essence - It was expanding his lifespan, at the cost of his memory... And her own life. Twice now, in the custody of his Pharmacy, had he treated this man by extracting the poison in his body and getting it in his own bloodstream. Even Changsheng balancing out the qi in his body was incapable of keeping him on his feet, and he was feeling the worst he’s ever did, unable to even stand for the whole day. He was glad, for once, that Y/N wasn’t there to see the pitiful state he was in, sweating and wincing in pain, his joints aching from exhaustion, his head muddled and foggy. “Aiya, Baizhu, Baizhu, you’re going to reach your limit soon if you continue this way. Have you learnt nothing, truly? Are you still so hell-bent on that Immortality dream of yours?” the man could only pant, changing the cold, wet napkin from his forehead to keep his mild fever down. He lowkey wished Y/N were there to heal him, to make him feel better, to smile at him and dispel all of his worries... Alas, that would simply be selfish of him, and he’s already abused her kindness enough as it was. “You are a hopeless fool, but a fool in love.”

Much to his dismay, before he could properly rest, the Traveler went to visit him, check on his health and well-being... And once again, that snake of his had to tell the truth of their pact and his condition. How annoying - He disliked having people worry so much about him. Still, with the help of the father, they went together and found the cave from where Jiangli was taking the demonic essence with which she was creating the temporary cure for her husband. Alas, the more she spent around this essence, the less time alive she had, and there came the dilemma that woke him up to reality - The reason for him wanting to achieve the cure of immortality -

Jiangli was willing to sacrifice her life to help her husband continue living... And her husband was ready to die, just to spare her from torturing herself for his sake. A love so pure, so true... A love much like his own with Y/N... A love so agonising... Like the story of Romeo and Juliet, only fated to end with despair and heart ache.

Before Jiangli could wake up, the husband held her in his arms, confessing his endless love for her before ordering him to destroy the source of the demonic essence.  Baizhu had Qiqi make another elixir for him, to keep him alive after death, an artificial half-life that would ensure a few more brief moments together... Enough for a farewell, he said... But was it truly? Was any amount of time enough for a farewell, when humans were a most greedy race, and once they got their hands on something, they needed more and more, insatiable to the core?

Jiangli scolded him for neglecting that which is most important to him - His own happiness and his thirst for living, though there was little she could preach, when she herself was guilty of the very same sin. She was so desperate to keep her loved one alive, that she was willing to sacrifice her own life - And he was doing the exact same thing.  “Neither you nor Y/N is in any danger of dying soon. Don’t follow Jiangli’s path if you don’t need to!” Changshen, once again, reproached him, before they followed to the small feast. Baizhu, though he kept a passive, polite smile on his face, remained silent for the most time, allowing his snake companion to speak in his place. His mind was set only on Y/N, and his love for her.  Was it worth living an eternity, without the love of his life by his side? Even if he gains immortality, would he be able to bring him with her? Could he bare seeing her wither away and die, while he is cursed to live who knows how many lifetimes to come?

That night, guided by the graceful night of the moon, he searched for Y/N. She was not at home, but sitting on a rock by the river flowing. Next to her, a bottle of osmanthus wine, and a cup in her hand. He silently sat by her side, and though she hadn’t looked his way, she handed him her cup to drink from. Long ago, it was a tradition for couples to drink wine from the same cup during their wedding, such an intimate moment they shared together for so long, that it became a regularity in their lives, only to be destroyed by his own fears.

“Though I withdraw my sword to cut the water, it still runs. I toast to dispel worry, and create more worry. The water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrow returns, though we drown it with wine.” she muttered, looking up at the moon with the void of emptiness that became her heart. “I was foolish to cast away my reason for living, in an attempt to reach a forever life, but what is the point of living, if my soulmate isn’t there to hold my hand throughout our shared journey? We have been soulbound since before the creation of times, and will remain so, even when we become flowers in the ground. That is the tragic course of life - Or so I thought it tragic, until I realised that there is nothing more painful than losing my very heart.” Baizhu’s words seemed to make Y/N turn her head to look at him, the small tears gathering in her eyes sparkling like diamonds from the silver, gentle light of the moon. “I am selfish, and I am greedy, just like you, Baizhu. I cannot imagine a life without you... I cannot imagine having to live so long, watching you give away bits of your own lifespan to others, until the day you die before your time. How can I bare with that? I cannot. You drove me away, fearing hurting me, yet in doing so, you only made me suffer more. What is the point of going on with a long life, if there is no reward and no happiness? Surviving and living... They are different words with different meanings. I do not want to just survive, I want to live... And I want to continue loving you. But I can only do that if you live - In the present - With me. No more sacrificing yourself for the sake of others. For once, just live - For yourself, as well as for me.” Baizhu smiled at her, and shifted his position on the ground so that he was on one knee, his hands holding gingerly her own, kissing them tenderly.  “Then, my most beloved glaze lily, if you have it in your heart to forgive me and take me back, will you allow me to ask if you’d like to marry me?” the instant change of emotions pooling in her eyes, from a anguish and loneliness, to pure love, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a loving kiss. “If we were to be reborn a hundred thousand times, I would choose only you to spend all of my days and nights with, until the earth is no more.”

At thirty-five years of age, Baizhu was now happily married to the love of his life, Y/N, and together, they kept successfully running Bubu Pharmacy. They lived together, and loved each other, for as long as they remained alive. They took care of Qiqi for as long as she had, and even when she was no more, they continued to live, not just survive. Though the dream of immortality was still lingering in his mind, tweaked around with every wrinkle that appeared with the years coming, he was content with the beautiful memories that he was blessed with.

Life was finally the way it was supposed to be.

Happy.

[haileyyey]

She was there, always for him.

A Michael Kaiser x fem! reader.

TW: mention of blood and bruises, the reader taking care of Kaiser, Michael is called mihya by the reader, swearing but not a lot of mentions of a medical emergency kit, and Kaiser's past mentioned, kaiser gets annoyed by anything somehow.

Genre: a teeny weeny bit of angst, and tooth-rotting fluff.

FYI; kaiser and Reader are both 16!! 

She was there, waiting for his arrival, but it seemed that he is an hour late. She started worrying, calling his phone, texting him, calling his friends to ask about his where about, since kaiser tends to escape a lot, just to hang out with them. But that was not the case today, nobody answered. Y/n was becoming anxious with every minute that passed, until there was a knock on the door.

It took her 4 fast steps to get there, as quickly as she could. She opened the door with a fast motion just to see his figure, covered in blood and bruises. It was like her heart sank to the floor. "M-Mihya.." She stuttered, she couldn't stand seeing him covered in blood, it seemed that he got in a fight, but she was not sure. "It isn't that bad, y/n," he said, it is bad is, what he was feeling. But she just knew it wasn't the case, his white shirt covered up in stains of red, ripped up from certain parts, his trembling body, his hurt eyes it is just painful for her to view him like this.

She then started tearing up, which made the taller guy in front her get worried. "y/n, what is wrong?" He simply asked as he put his trembling hands on her shoulders, "why do you do this to me- why do you hurt yourself every time?" She sobbed in between what she said, Kaiser looked at her with widened eyes, she cared about him a lot, she was the only one looking out for him, she was the only one that would heal him, she was the only one who pitied him when he was alone in the streets, without nobody to help him or save him from this cold and cruel world, there was only her. He just seemed to realize that. He felt truthfully touched, but now wasn't the time, he had to react quickly, he couldn't just comfort her with putting his hands on her shoulders and spitting out some words that would help, he needed to comfort her physically.

'Think Michael, think!' He hated himself about the moment, for being so dense, and not being able to try and cure the Brocken person in front of him which was very dear to him, until it popped to his mind.

While she was a crying mess, she felt a hand snake around her waist and grab her tightly into a hug, she stopped for while, and she looked up to see his face, his bruised figure, "it is going to be okay, y/n." she had never heard comforting words from him, being so sincere and genuine, and that made her heart shatter into pieces. She cried in his chest and wrapped her hands around his waist, letting it all out while he put his chin on the crown of her head, rubbing circular motions on her back.

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"Michael, can you please explain why you got in a fight?" She said while grabbing the medical emergency kit in the bathroom and placing it in the sink.

"I'd rather not say..." he took off his shirt, just for it to expose more bruises and scratches. That looked very painful, but it's the one and only Michael kaiser. 

"Oh come on, please?" She took the alcohol and put it on a coton so she could help him get cured faster, as she bent down to cup his face, which made him scrunch his nose a bit. "Fine... just don't grab my face like that it hurts." He hissed but then the girl gasped as she forgot that he wasn't hurt. She let out a little hooray beforehand getting back to what she was doing.

He mumbled something, inaudible which made you let out a confused hum, "What did you say?" She turned around just to see him sulking while hiding his face, but from his ears, it was obvious that he was blushing, she couldn't help but smile.

"I was trying to stop these assholes from talking shit about you!" he shouted which startled y/n. He noticed how she got scared that second and apologized to her, but the fact she couldn't help but smile right now was bothering him. "y/n. why are you smiling." he asked in an annoyed tone, "you were trying to protect me! How could I not be happy?" your lips curved into an even bigger smile which made him look at you, "N-no! i-it was just-fuck." Kaiser avoided eye contact with his face becoming an even darker shade of red by now.

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"we are done!" y/n playfully clapped her hands, and looked at the bandaged boy in front of her. "yay..." he cheered silently as he was trying not to look at y/n. "oh come on, ill make you dinner!" y/n tried making kaiser look at his way, but god was this dude strong. "my favorite?" he asked, as he finally met her (eye color) orbs, they were filled with such love, purity and sincere, it was as if an angel was in front of him, he just couldn't believe his eyes. "of course." you tilted your head slightly to the side as his hands slowly moved up from the bathroom tub, and stood up. He groaned a bit in the pain in his back, but he wouldn't stop now. "mihya?" y/n looked at him, confused, she thought he was just going to go to the living room, but he just stood up. Kaiser only thought of one option, and quickly calculated how everything is going to go. "y/n..." he slowly put his hand on his nape and started drifting his eyes away from y/n. "yes, mihya?" god damn it this nickname, it is driving him crazy. "I want to repay you." he finally looked at her again and put his hands down. "why? you live with me, so you don't ne-" Before she could even continue, he grabbed her waist, and pulled her closer and closer until their faces were practically centimeters apart.

"I love you, y/n." after he said these words he dived into her lips, it was a simple brush of their mouths. Y/n was surprised, and started giggling. "oh mihya! you could have said that from the beginning! i love you too." y/n kissed him again, but this time it was slightly longer. "stop calling me mihya..." he said as he looked at her eyes, his forehead on hers, as she was giggling, and her face was red. "never!"

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[importantchaosgiver]

Where Loyalties Lie:

A Vow To Take

Summary: (Y/N)'s taken to her training well and it is time she make her vow, forever cementing her place in history...

Warnings: Canon typical swearing

P.S: I am going off what I would assume a knighthood in Westeros is. Apologies if I got it wrong. And (Y/N) is now sixteen.

Masterlist

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No One's POV

(Y/N) took a deep breath, looking at her armour as she put it on carefully. It all felt so surreal. (M/N) stepped forward, holding the white cloak in her arms, looking at her daughter with a proud smile. "Look at you. A woman, defying all norms. I have never been so proud," she whispered. (Y/N) looked at her as she put her pauldrons on. "Seems like yesterday I held you in my arms. A wailing babe," (M/N) said, helping put her daughter's cloak on. "Mother... thank you," (Y/N) whispered. "Don't thank me, my sweet child. I know how much you want to help. This was all you," her mother said softly. (Y/N) chuckled. "You raised me," she stated.

"Just, prove that you are more of a woman. Let the men realise what women are capable of," (M/N) said, cupping her daughter's cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Then, she gave (Y/N) her sword. It was delivered to her with a note saying 'A knight such as you deserves a sword such as this'. There was no signature, but whoever wrote it had distinguished handwriting. The sword was a magnificent make, Valyrian steel too.

Once it was on her side, (Y/N) took a deep breath. With a final goodbye and loving look to her mother, she headed for the Red Keep. People whispered and muttered, seeing the girl dressed as a knight. A sight no one had seen. If a girl wished to be a knight, people assumed it would be a phase and those girls soon forgot about their dreams. But not this young lady. She entered the Red Keep where she saw the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. He had oversaw her training from time to time. And he had seen her potential. "Remember your vows, back straight. Don't let them see your fear," he said, a hand on her shoulder. "You're making history here, lass. You're special. Remember that. So what if you're a bastard? Prove them wrong," he said with a smile. (Y/N) nodded, taking steady breaths, composing herself and standing in front of the doors.

They opened and the court was gathered, about aisle down the center. And she could see Jaehaerys upon the Iron Throne with a sword in hand, his crown upon his head. The Lord Commander gave an encouraging nod to (Y/N) as people turned to look at her. She straightened her back, her head straight, a hand on her sword hilt and she walked in. Her boots made of clicks on the stone floor, her cloak swaying with her movements, her braided hair gently moving also. She stopped at the steps to the Iron Throne. Then, she got down on one knee, bowing her head. Her free arm rested on the knee that wasn't on the floor, her hand in a fist. (Y/N)'s ears pricked up when she heard Jaehaerys stand from the throne, the sword making clicks as it touched the floor. He stopped in front of her, hiding a smile, but his aged eyes twinkling with pride. "You have come before the court to pledge you allegiance to the Crown and to the realm. To the life of a knight. Speak your vows," Jaehaerys said, his voice reaching all the corners of the vast throne room, making sure everyone heard him. (Y/N) took a deep breath.

"I swear to ward the king with all my strength, to give my blood for his. I swear to obey his commands and keep his secrets. I swear to defend his honor and serve at his pleasure. I will never flee, nor falter in my duty," she recited, meaning every word of her vows. And everyone could hear it. They could hear the truth and sincerity. Baelon, Jocelyn and Aemond smiled as Viserys gazed at her with admiration. Rhaenys and Daemon watched also with slight smiles. Although, Daemon's was because he thought it was hilarious.

Jaehaerys smiled a small smile, lifting the sword and touching it on each of her shoulders. Even though they were taps, (Y/N) felt them. "Rise, Ser (Y/N) Waters, a knight of the Kingsguard," he said. She lifted her head and got back to her feet. Then, she bowed to Jaehaerys as everyone applauded. Although, it was only for politeness. It didn't stop their opinions on how she shouldn't really be a knight at all. A woman in the Kingsguard was an insult to some as it made some men angry that a woman (a young one at that) was gifted with an honour they could only dream of. After the knighthood, (Y/N) met her fellow Kingsguard. And whilst they joked about the girl, they respected her. After all, she had to be quite something to be knighted at sixteen, to take the Kingsguard oath so young. Well, there's history. The first Woman of the Kingsguard.

Not too long afterwards, Baelon, Viserys and Jaehaerys stepped up to them. All of them bowed at the presence of royalty. "At ease. Ser (Y/N). Prince Baelon has brought up quite a good suggestion. We believe due to your skill, that you will be Prince Viserys's sworn shield," Jaehaerys said. Her eyes turned to look at the young prince who was only a year older than her. She remembered him well, even as he smiled softly at her. "It would be an honour, your grace," she said humbly, bowing her head. And... that's how she became a knight. Despite all scrutiny. But soon, the people would realise how strong and true this new knight is...

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Sorry if it's a bit short. And just for context, Balerion is now dead, but (Y/N) did see Viserys ride him around King's Landing when she was still in training. Enjoy!

[fractiflos]

I thought a bit more about an Ice King Yoichi AU.

Inspired by this art

He'd be obsessed with kidnapping heroes instead of princesses and while he seems to go after OFA holders 5-8 more often he kidnaps other heroes too. Izuku and Katsuki are the ones who rescue them but are sometimes joined by other students depending on the hero. (Like Shinsou would go if Eraserhead got kidnapped and Monoma if Vlad King got kidnapped). 2 & 3 are supposedly dead while Hikage is the Marceline of this AU. Yoichi was like a father to him and he put on the crown because the ice powers it gave him allowed him to pull his own weight and protect his heroes and Lil' Hikage.

The crown was infused with a bit of AFOs power which is why it drove Yoichi crazy. It was an experiment where AFO thought that he could save energy by having magical (AKA quirked) items to use (he was watching a lot of magical girl anime at the time). He decided on ice since he had a lot of quirks that the Himura family paid him to take. He decided it was too much trouble to plan ahead on whether or not he'd need the crown for every battle, so he ordered it to be disposed of, which is how Yoichi eventually found it and put it on. In the end, his appearance and personality changed so much that AFO doesn't recognize him. He also doesn't recognize the crown because he forgot about it once the experiment was deemd a failure. Yoichi is constantly feeling like there's something he needs to remember but he ignores it.

The timeline: Everyone is born earlier into the more tumultuous time of the Dawn of Quirks. Yoichi passed down OFA to Kudou before finding the crown (in fact, that's why he kept putting it on in the first place, so he could be helpful). Hikage only had OFA for a little bit before passing it onto Banjo because the reminder of Yoichi was too painful. However, once Toshinori got it, they realized that he still had some connection to OFA and that's why he kept going after OFA holders. So, now they all take turns getting it and subsequently kidnapped.

It was assumed that Second and Third were dead because Yoichi remembers freezing them and Hikage saw it happen (Third passed it on a little before that). Turns out, they managed to get thawed out but lost their memories. AFO found them and decided to make them his personal servants.

A bit more to this, but then it would be too long. Feel free to ask any questions.

[out-of-jams]

Needy || kth

FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS. INCOMPLETE ONESHOT BUT HERE YA GO

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Warnings/Genre: Idol!au. 8th member!Reader. Best friends to lovers!au.

“Can you help me?” Poking your head out from behind the bathroom door, you met Taehyung’s eyes from where he stood digging through his duffle bag on the hotel room’s table. Probably for his pajamas. If the growing pile of discarded clothes on the table gave you any hint.

He’d never been the best at packing.

He turned to meet your innocent gaze with raised eyebrows. “With what?”

A pout formed on your lips and you hooked a thumb to point at the low zipper of your dress. You couldn’t reach it. Had needed help from your stylist to even get into the thing. “Unzip me?”

There’d been an award show earlier that night and right after the awards were presented, Bangtan had dipped. Left the show before things could get too crazy. The eight of you had always done that, the pull of secret idol afterparties never drawing your attention.

Normally, you’d have a hotel room to yourself since you were the only girl of the group. But you and Taehyung had grown up together with your mother’s being both the best of friends and neighbors. So it was more odd to be apart from each other rather than together. And it was always innocent when the two of you would cuddle, since you were no strangers to skinship.

So sharing a room after twenty-two years of friendship was no different.

Taehyung dropped the crumpled up shirt he was holding and approached you. “Sure.”

You moved back from the doorway to allow him space to come inside. And you turned to present your back to him, braced your hands against the sink once his reflection popped into existence in the bathroom mirror.

He brought the husky scent of his favored cologne as he stepped behind you. And his hand was warm through the thin material of your dress as he slid the zipper down your back. Breath puffing against the crown of your head. And if you leaned back just a little, you’d be able to feel his front pressed against you.

You hoped–prayed–that he wouldn’t be able to hear how hard your heart beat in your chest at his close proximity. Prayed that he wouldn’t uncover the secret that you’d kept hidden for years. The same one that only Jimin knew about. Because he’d been the only one to notice and put the pieces of the puzzle together before you’d sworn him to secrecy.

With a hand pressed against your chest to keep your dress from falling in a pile onto the cold tiled bathroom floor, you looked up. And met Taehyung’s eyes in the mirror. They were warm, a chocolate brown that drew you in and refused to let go.

“Good?” he asked. Though his hand had yet to leave the small of your back, skin exposed to the cool air.

You had to clear your throat before you answered. “Yeah.”

But he didn’t move.

Just held your reflected gaze.

You’d never had the guts to make the first move. To risk potentially ruining your friendship just to confess about the feelings that ran rampart through your heart. Jimin had been adamant, almost, at reassuring you that your feelings were more than likely returned. But he hadn’t gone into detail when you’d asked why. Had just shrugged and sent you that eye-squinting smile of his.

You hadn’t believed him. How could you, when there was no proof?

“You looked beautiful tonight, by the way. I forgot to tell you.” Taehyung was still dressed in the clothes he’d worn to the award show. Though he’d shed the suit jacket and just stood behind you in a light blue button down and slacks, feet bare.

His easy comment brought a smile to your lips.

“You too.”

Taehyung snorted and his free hand found your waist, voice pitched in amusement. “I looked beautiful?”

Your teeth flashed in a grin as you wiggled your eyebrows at his reflection. “Of course. Who else?”

A boxy smile was awarded for your comment. Along with the palm of his hand pressing into the skin of your bare arm, thumb rubbing circles absentmindedly. “If you say so.”

“I do,” you answered softly.

Taehyung just hummed and pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder. He lingered for a moment longer than what would have been socially acceptable for any other pair of friends. Though ‘normal’ didn’t exactly fit your relationship.

“Tae.”

Maybe it was the alcohol still lingering in his system from the three glasses of wine that Yoongi had dared him to chug. Or perhaps it was something else. Whatever it was had his arm winding around your waist and his lips hovering over your skin. Taehyung was good holding his alcohol, despite the fact that he rarely drank.

Only on special occasions.

But it usually made him handsy. Needy for physical comfort.

“Are you drunk?”

“No,” Taehyung mumbled through a pout.

You leaned back into his hold. “You sure? You had a lot.”

His voice was deeper than normal as he hummed in response yet again. And his nose was cold as it pressed into the side of your neck.

You swallowed. Hard. Because the last thing you needed was for Taehyung to get cuddly when you could barely stop yourself from kissing him senseless. Had to remind yourself that friends didn’t kiss their friends. Especially when he mumbled something that you couldn’t hear, lips brushing the sensitive spot right beneath your ear.

What?” you murmured, too afraid that if you spoke loudly, the spell would break. Send you careening straight back into reality.

“I said,” he whispered, his breath warm, “That I’ve missed you.”

Closing your eyes, you let out a sigh. “I haven’t gone anywhere.”

That earned you another pout as he huffed into your neck. “Maybe. But you’ve been acting distant lately. And I don’t know why.”

Taehyung rested his chin against your shoulder and looked up to meet your eyes through the mirror. His voice was soft, hushed. Hesitant like there was some invisible wall between the two of you now. “Did I do something wrong? Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been–”

He shot you a disbelieving stare, brows drawn tight beneath the bangs of his messy blond hair. “You have.”

With a flash of pink, your tongue flickered out to nervously wet your lips. And you completely missed the way his eyes tracked the movement. “I’m sorry. I haven’t meant to.”

And you hadn’t. 

But the feelings that had been growing for your best friend were beginning to make you second guess everything he did. 

When he kissed your forehead when he saw you first thing in the morning, was it because he cared for you? Or because he cared for you?

Or when he picked up your hand to thread his fingers between yours during Bangtan Movie Night, was it because you’d just so happened to be sitting next to him and he wanted to cuddle? Or was it because he just wanted to hold your hand?

Overthinking had started to be the death of you. So you’d distanced yourself from him, if only a little. And you hadn’t thought that he’d notice. But you should have given him more credit. 

[plutoscosmoss]

Fire Inside   ➸ c.20

Warnings: This series includes themes of violence, death, smut, childbirth and childbirth complications (if I forgot to mention any please let me know)

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC

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Chapter 20: The Messengers

After consoling Rhaenyra, she aided her in cleaning the babe and alerting the family. Renva found Daemon by the painted table, she didn’t miss the look of relief on his face when she alerted him that Rhaenyra was alive but alone while mourning the death of their daughter. Daemon wasted no time in rushing to Rhaenyra’s side.  Renva walked out of the painted table room and once she made sure she was alone in the hall, she collapsed to the floor in tears. The events of the day finally caught up to her. The loss of her father, the loss of the King, and then finally the loss of the babe who was all Rhaenyra and Renva would talk about. 

“My love, what is wrong? Is it my mother?” Renva looked up to see Jacaerys round the corner along with Lucerys. Both boys had concern in their eyes for the girl. 

“No, my sweet. However the babe was born sleeping. Your mother wanted to be alone while she prepared Visenya to be put to rest. She wanted me to inform you, and if you wanted to say your goodbyes to her in private that she is in her chambers. Daemon is most likely there now.” Renva wiped her tears away and put on her brave face for the two boys. She knew that they would take the loss deeply due to their caring nature. Now wasn’t the time to inform them of the loss of her father. Not when there were more pressing matters than her own loss at hand. “Go to her, I will be okay. I need to wash up anyway.” Renva noted that she had blood on her from helping Rhaenyra. 

Once the boys were out of sight, she let the tears begin to fall again silently as she walked to her and Jacaerys’ shared chambers. As she entered she saw Ceria already preparing her evening clothes. The sight of Renva must’ve given Ceria a clue as to what Renva needed, as she rushed out and returned moments later, with a basin of water to fill the tub with. After a few trips to get water. She finally filled the tub and helped Renva out of her garments and into the tub. As Renva dipped her body in the water, she allowed the warmth to swallow her and for the first time that day she felt at peace in the warmth of the water. Ceria couldn’t help but notice that Renva’s attitude had in fact begun to change. 

A few hours had passed and now Renva stood next to Jacaerys, holding his hand tightly as they watched Rhaenyra and Daemon walk up towards the pyre. In Rhaenyra’s arms was a bundle of white fabric that held the remains of the Princess Visenya II.  Hearing a rustle behind her Renva glanced back to see Erryk Cargyll approaching in his Kings Guard armor. Daemon turned, hearing the noise also, those who joined the Queens Guard drew their weapons as Erryk approached. 

“I mean no harm brothers,” Erryk got down on one knee and pulled the late King Viserys crown from his satchel. “I swear to ward the Queen with all my strength, and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall guard her secrets, obey her commands, ride at her side, and defend her name and honor.” Erryk lifted his head as Daemon approached him. Daemon lifted the crown out of his hands and walked back towards Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra bowed her head ever so slightly to allow Daemon to place her fathers crown upon her head. The onlookers wasted no time in dropping to their knees to show their respect for their Queen. 

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Renva tended to avoid the Painted table room as much as she could, the days following the death of Visenya and Visaerys. She found solitude in her bed chambers. She would still break fast with the family, however many noted that she was more reserved than normal. Jacaerys couldn’t even figure out what was going on with his wife. He would ask if everything was okay, and he would be met with the same response of, ‘I’m well my love. Do not worry about me.’ along with a kiss to his cheek before she would continue what she was doing.

 However, today Renva wasn’t able to avoid said room, Rhaenyra wanted the whole family gathered there that day and Renva was not about to refuse her Queen. Renva’s attention wasn’t on the conversation, instead it was at where she was picking at her nails, or the seams of her gown. She would pick up pieces of the conversation, as they were talking about what allies they would have to support Rhaenyras claim to the throne. 

“And what of House Stark? Do we have the support of Lord Rickon and the North?” Renvas attention was drawn to Daemon as he stared at her, waiting for her to respond to his question. 

“Of course. However I received news the day of the late Visenyas’ funeral, that my father had passed. But my brother Cregan assured me in the letter that no matter what he shall uphold the promise made to support the rightful heir, you, your grace. There has never been a Stark to forget an oath. ” Renva said as she looked at Rhaenyra. The room grew quiet after hearing Renvas words, and all eyes turned to look at her. “And why exactly have you waited to bring this to our attention. Do you have ulterior motives?” Daemon spoke with spite at Renva. She was taken aback at the sudden accusation.

“Never. There was just so much going on and bigger things were at hand I-” Renva was cut off by Rhaenyra. 

“We shall send envoys to the North and to Storm's end to carry my message.” Renva looked towards the Queen who wouldn’t even meet her eye. The same person who she helped through childbirth, and consoled when her own husband wasn’t by her side. 

“We should bear those messages, Dragons can fly faster than ravens and are more convincing. Send us.” Renva’s body went cold when she heard the voice beside her speak up. She couldn’t stomach the conversation anymore and bolted out of the room and ran to her chamber. She emptied the contents of her stomach into a chamberpot as she heard the door reopen behind her. Renva felt her hair be held up by someone.

“My lady, you are okay. I am here.” Renva’s body calmed at hearing Ceria’s voice. 

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[onegianthotmess]

I’m imagining Lucienne bringing Mealodie home to meet his mother and Lucienne being a bit nervous.

I mean, he’s already dating one of the most powerful mages in existence who’s also a princess that has a lineage that strikes fear into the hearts of almost anyone who hears the name. And he was accepted quite easily by her family, though her brother was quite protective and made it very clear that Lucienne would pay with his life if a single hair on Mealodie’s head was misplaced and he had yet to meet her grandmother, the Queen of Briar Valley. So, he shouldn’t have been so nervous bringing his precious princess home to meet his mother.

But he was nervous. Mainly because he forgot to mention that he was next in line for a throne of sorts that presided over a nation hidden deep in the forests just outside of the Shaftlands. Lucienne was technically the Crown Prince given that his mother was the Empress of the small nation he was from, but Lucienne’s title of Crown Prince wouldn’t really mean much until he was nearing the day he was to take the throne in place of his mother.

The Crown Prince or Crown Princess was really the main protector of the Sundrop Flower that the nation was blessed and protected by, but only when said child was of age passed a series of tests and training regimes to ensure that they were capable of such an important task. But, if there was no Crown Prince or Crown Princess, the task of protecting the Sundrop would be left to an elite squadron of guards with the Emperor or Empress as the last line of defense.

So, until Lucienne was to take the throne, his title basically granted him a seat on the Royal Council and the power of a Lord. Which technically didn’t make him telling Mealodie that he was a Lord a lie.

But that didn’t stop him from being nervous as he led his curious girlfriend through the halls of his home to meet his mother. It did help that Mealodie was so curious about everything and asked a million questions, since it distracted Lucienne with his endearment for her as he answered every question.

Mealodie had never been in a place to lush and vibrant. The flowers were so bright and the greenery that seemed to be everywhere was so incredibly full and so very voluminous. Even the birds seemed to have some of the brightest feathers Mealodie had ever seen. And even though she barely realized she was being led through the grand halls of a palace, Mealodie couldn’t help but be amazed at how bright, breezy, and warm it was. Briar Valley was darker and less vibrant, and the palace Mealodie and Malleus grew up in was old, gothic, and dark. And Mealodie loved her home very much, though it was so lonely there and never gave her much, if any, of the fuzzy or welcoming feelings she felt now.

Mealodie was so distracted by how different her surroundings were to her normal, she actually jumped when Lucienne asked if she was ready to meet his mother. Of course, she nodded, muttering the little line Lilia always repeated to her as a child whenever she was sad or nervous, and let Lucienne lead her into his mother’s study.

And what a woman his mother was!

Her skin was warm like Lucienne’s and her eyes were a familiar pinky-magenta, but her warm chestnut hair was a bit of a surprise. And as soon as she saw Lucienne and Mealodie, she couldn’t seem to help but squeal and rush to give her son a bone-crushing hug before quickly moving to Mealodie and putting a hand on her cheek.

“Oh, my little duckling! You’ve brought such a beautiful girl home to us! Look at her big green eyes and shiny horns; they’re simply lovely!”

Compliment after compliment fell from the sweet woman’s mouth as she held Mealodie’s soft face in her hands. It took about five minutes of Lucienne trying to calm his mother down for her to actually introduce herself and accidentally drop the bombshell that Lucienne was, in fact, royalty and not just a Lord.

Cue Mealodie’s little dragon brain taking a moment to buffer and process this information.

Her reaction was simply asking Lucienne why he didn’t tell her, him explaining that he didn’t want to be potentially used because of his title and he was bound by code to keep the secret of the Sundrop through any means, and Mealodie simply nodding and coming to terms with it.

Overall, Lucienne’s mother absolutely adored Mealodie and would look forward to the day when she’d be getting her grandbabies!!!

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[fanficapologist]

Ooh!! Blue! This chapter was just 💋

The sheer audacity of Alys. And here I thought asking for Aemond’s seed was just insurance. Now she’s demanding or assuming the egg is hers.

Also, Let’s forget about the visions for a bit as the logic and logistics of her visions just baffle me because it’s like Alys expects things to work out by themselves as long as the person is at the right place at the right time. Which for me couldn’t really be attributed to her visions but more like, sheer, dumb luck or coincidence. For instance, she wanted Maera to stop patrolling the western border. Not sure if Alys thought about the consequences but Ser Adrian is right, we’re not sure how House Lannister would take that. Doing so might send a signal that the Crown abandoned them. And in this time of war, they need allies even more. Second when she wanted Maera to return to King’s Landing. and this isn’t to underestimate Maera but maybe Alys is forgetting… Maera’s pregnant. I’m not certain Alys pictured how Maera can prevent a catastrophe in her vision given Maera’s pregnant state.

But I’m so happy for our girl because the Lords support her and so nice of Aemond to finally stop being a bystander 🙄. I reread the previous chapter and the difference between Aemond’s participation here versus there is just, wow. When she first arrived at Harrenhal, I can only imagine the humiliation she must feel yet she had to put a brave face and endure it because she can’t afford to be seen as weak, so even though she wasn’t invited, she invited herself, asserted herself in that council meeting despite Aemond not really paying attention and just letting Alys run the show. And now, her efforts are finally bearing fruit! It’s as if Maera herself released the inhabitants from Alys’ spell.

Also, Maera is right, since when did Aemond have that epiphany? Or was it more of a culmination of the events that passed, particularly when they found the dragon egg? How did he come to the conclusion that he risked losing Maera? What gave him that idea? Lol I just want him to suffer, i’m so sorry 🤣

But she’s also right, his sense of duty I think also made him not want to deviate from Alys’ plan and thinks he must follow it to the letter. Can’t really blame the poor guy, it’s what’s been drilled into his mind by his mother: duty and to never step a toe out of line. Still, he must have forgotten a little critical thinking eh? He also forgot he’s got his own free will. But okay, i will be nice but I still think she ought to ice him out more lol hahahaha

That said, I can’t help but feel like Maera is right, since Aemond poked the bear, I’m worried Alys might try and resort to drastic measures because she feels her influence or control over Aemond is diminishing. And to eliminate her problem is Maera. Soooo I am a little terrified of what’s to come 😬

We think so alike sometimes it honestly scares me 🤣

[atths--twice]

October 31, 2023

It's Halloween! And also the birthday of a very special little girl.

October 29, 2023

“Oh, these look amazing, Violet,” Scully said as she looked at the costumes their neighbor Violet had been furiously sewing to have them finished before Halloween. “I can’t thank you enough for helping us out. I am not a seamstress by any means.” 

“Not to fabric perhaps,” Violet said with a smile. “But you are a doctor who has stitched skin and that is very impressive.” 

“I’ll remember that when I chastise myself for not being able to work a sewing machine,” Scully laughed and Violet joined with a chuckle of her own. “Rachel will love these little patches you’ve added to Jacob’s costume and this Dorothy dress for Elizabeth is too perfect. Such a better feel than the costumes in the store.” 

“And not a fire hazard,” Violet added and Scully nodded, her eyes wide. 

“And I love the star tulle overlay on Faith’s dress. I know she’ll be scrambling to try it on and test out how it spins, as soon as she comes inside,” Scully said and Violet hummed in appreciation. 

They had all come over to Violet and Denis’s house after dinner, to both take a walk and pick up the costumes Violet had been working on for a few weeks. Mulder was outside with Faith and Denis, looking for the wooden animals Denis had carved years ago and had scattered throughout the yard, so Faith could greet them and see how they were doing. Bella ran along beside them, sniffing for rabbits that were too clever to be out and waiting to be chased by an often clumsy black dog. 

“You all will be the best looking group, I’m sure of it. You might run into others dressed similarly, but not as well done as you,” Violet said and Scully agreed. “Oh… and I made a little something extra for Faith.” 

“You did? That was kind of you, but you didn’t have to go to any extra trouble.”

“Oh, it wasn’t any trouble at all. I enjoyed doing it. I don’t have much that fills my days and I definitely don’t have little ones here to spoil, or too close by, so I was happy to do it. Besides, it’s her birthday gift. Well, it’s… part of it, because we do have something else for her, so it’s just because I can.” She nodded at Scully matter of factly and Scully laughed. 

“I’m sure that whatever it is, she will love it. Plus whatever else you got her.” 

“It’s-”

“Hi, Miss Violet,” Faith said as the door squeaked open and she walked inside, followed by the men. “Mister Denis put new animals in the yard, Mama. A purple porcupine and a red wolf. They are very pretty.” 

“You’ll have to show me when we leave,” Scully said, placing a hand on Faith’s head and smoothing her hair back. “Do you want to see your costume, my love? Miss Violet did such a good job sewing it for you.”

“Yes!” Faith exclaimed, clapping her hands and jumping up and down. 

Violet laughed and nodded, picking the pink dress out of the pile of costumes and showing it to Faith. Her mouth dropped open as she stepped forward to touch it. 

“It’s beautiful,” Faith whispered, running her finger over the gold and silver stars on the tulle. “It’s so pretty. I love it. It’s like a… magic fairy princess queen dress. I love it. Can I wear it right now?”

“Of course,” Violet said, smiling at her and Scully took Faith into the bathroom to try on the dress. 

“I LOVE IT!!” Faith yelled, spinning back into the room a few minutes later, her arms above her head. “It’s so spinny! Watch me, Daddy!” 

She spun around and around, all of the adults watching her and smiling. When she stopped, she wobbled slightly, her eyes needing a second to focus. 

“So, I take it you like it then?” Denis asked teasingly and she nodded, spinning around again. 

“You forgot part of the costume,” Violet said and Faith stopped spinning, dizzy and a little out of breath. “You need your wand and crown, Miss Faith.” 

Faith ran over to Violet and let her place the silver crown made from felt, which fit perfectly, onto her head. She then handed Faith the silver star wand that she had made from sequined material. 

“There. Now you’re ready,” Violet said and Faith grinned as she looked at her, holding the wand and waving it slowly. 

“Are you a good witch or a bad witch?” Faith asked in a lilted voice and they all laughed as she spun around again, waving her wand in the air. 

When she had quieted and stopped spinning, Violet told her she had an extra surprise for her. 

“What is it?” Faith asked, setting her wand down and smiling at Violet. 

“I’ll go get it. Stay right there.”

“Okay,” Faith said, looking at Scully. “Miss Violet has a surprise for me. I wonder what it is.” 

“I guess we’ll find out in a minute,” Scully said, curious herself what it could be. 

“Okay,” Violet said, coming into the room with something on a hanger that was covered by a white plastic bag. “Because I don’t want anything to happen to your beautiful dress before Halloween, I thought you might like a different costume to wear to school tomorrow. I know you like these because we’ve talked about them before. So…” Violet took the bag off the hanger and Faith and Scully both gasped. 

It was a mermaid costume with a shiny teal and pink ombre long sleeved top. It blended into a long shiny skirt with scalloped scales in shades of pastel blues and pinks. The tail was made of the same material, but it fell in full folds, assuring the spinny effect Faith would love.  

“It’s so pretty,” Faith whispered, coming closer to touch it. “It’s shiny, but not like a light. Like… like happiness.” 

“Happiness?” Violet asked, looking at Scully who shrugged, not understanding what exactly she meant. 

“Yeah,” Faith nodded. “Like how you feel when you’re happy.” She smiled and nodded again. “It makes me feel happy and shiny.” 

“Well,” Violet said, taking it from the hanger. “I don’t think any praise will ever compare to that, Miss Faith. Would you like to try it on?” 

And she did, coming out and spinning once again, the tail of the costume flying out around her knees. It landed just above her ankles, the perfect length for her to avoid tripping. 

“I can wear the mermaid costume to school tomorrow?” Faith asked as they left, thanking Violet again and waving goodbye as they walked down the driveway. 

“You sure can, baby,” Mulder said, lifting her up and putting her onto his shoulders. “You’re going to be a beautiful mermaid.” 

“Yes, I will,” Faith said, calling goodbye and blowing kisses to Jafadine, the life-sized giraffe that stood in Violet and Denis’s yard, and Mulder laughed. 

_____________

October 31st

“You’re sure this will wash off easily?” Mulder asked as Scully began to apply silver face makeup onto him, to transform him into the Tin Man. 

She stood between his legs as he sat on the closed toilet seat in the upstairs bathroom at Skinner and Rachel’s house, carefully spreading the makeup evenly. 

“Well, if it doesn’t, then we’re both in trouble, aren’t we?” she asked, stepping back to look at him and then glance at herself in the mirror, her own face painted green. 

“I think you look good,” he stated, grabbing onto the backs of her thighs and pulling her a little closer to him. 

“Absolutely not,” she said, leaning back and shifting out of his grasp as Faith and the twins ran down the hallway, laughing about something. 

“Absolutely not about what?” he asked, looking up with innocent eyes, but she was not falling for that this time. 

“If you get up to any funny business, I’ll have to reapply this makeup and it took a long time to get it right. It’s finally dry now and I do not want to start over.” 

“Mmm, why is it so sexy hearing that while your face is so green?” he asked, looping his arms around her waist. 

“Mulder,” she warned, shaking her head. 

“One kiss. I promise I’ll be good. I won’t even mess up your makeup.” 

“Yours will merge with mine and it will be a mess.” 

“We don’t create messes when we merge, only beauty,” he said as Faith shouted for Jacob and he laughed hysterically. 

“Mulder,” Scully laughed, her arms going around his neck, unable to resist him. 

“One kiss.” 

“One. Gentle and easy. I’m serious.” 

“Tin Man’s honor,” he said, holding up one hand and then placing it over his heart. “Or may I be struck down by rust.” She laughed again and he grinned up at her, silver paint on half his face. He pursed his lips and she began to lower her head to meet them when a loud scoff sounded at the bathroom door. 

“Jesus Christ, you two. You’re supposed to be getting ready,” Skinner said gruffly and they both turned their heads to look at him. He sighed loudly and Scully grinned. 

“We are.” 

“Bullshit. Stop all that,” he said, gesturing to their current positions. “Get ready. We’re on a schedule.” 

“Walter?” Rachel called from down the hall. “Can you bring the kids in here? I’m nearly done and you still need to get ready too.” 

“Yes, hon. I’m on my way,” he called back, turning to look in her direction. Looking back at them, he raised his eyebrows and then walked away, calling for Elizabeth and Jacob. 

“Ohhh... Dad got mad,” Mulder whispered and Scully chuckled as she quickly kissed him and then stepped back. “Hey! That’s not fair. I wasn’t ready.” 

“Tough shit. We gotta get a move on.” 

“Mama, can I get ready now?” Faith asked, walking into the bathroom wearing her mermaid costume and a purple sash with Birthday Girl written in rainbow letters. “Oh, Daddy! You look silly.” She giggled as she came closer, stepping between them as Scully continued putting the silver makeup on him. “Does it feel funny?” 

“No. It’s just kinda cold,” he replied. 

“Shh. No talking,” Scully said. “Or you’ll get creases. I’m nearly done.” 

A few minutes later, Faith giggling as she sang the Tin Man’s song, tapping out the beat on Mulder’s legs, Scully was finished. 

“There. Now let it dry for a bit and then get your costume on,” she said, wiping her hands on the paper towels she had brought into the bathroom. “Your turn, my love.” She smiled at Faith and she grinned. 

“I’m very excited,” Faith said and Scully laughed as Mulder stood up to look at his reflection in the mirror. 

“Well,” he said, turning his head from left to right. “It looks odd on its own, but once I’ve got the costume on, it will work. Thanks, love.” He put his hand out and Scully high fived him before he left the room. 

“Let’s get you up here on the counter. I’ll curl your hair and then we’ll put a little bit of makeup on you.” 

“But not like yours or daddy’s, right?” Faith asked, looking at Scully in the mirror, her eyes slightly worried. 

“No, love,” Scully laughed, testing the curling iron she had plugged in earlier. “Not like ours. Just a little bit of blush and maybe mascara and then we’ll put on your dress.” 

“Okay, Mama. I’m ready.” 

________________

Thirty minutes later, everyone was downstairs, laughing and commenting on how they all looked. 

“Unco Fox,” Jacob laughed, tapping Mulder’s leg. “Wobot.” 

“No,” Faith said, shaking her head. “He’s a tin man, Jakey. He’s made of silver tin. It will be rusty if he doesn’t use his oil can.” 

Mulder stopped walking and made squeaking sounds which caused Faith and Jacob to giggle. 

“Oilllll caaaaan,” he said through clenched teeth. 

Faith and Jacob laughed as they took turns using the small can that came with his costume to pretend to oil him up. 

“Oh… oh, thank you. I can move again,” he said, moving his jaw and opening and closing his mouth. He rotated his arms and then stuck his hands out to both of them. Shaking their hands simultaneously, he crossed them back and forth, causing them to laugh again.  

Scully turned her attention from them to Skinner and had to fight back laughter of her own. 

They had planned their Wizard of Oz costumes nearly two months ago, discussing who would be which character. When the decisions were final, Skinner had grumbled a bit, but Scully had also seen the smile tugging at his lips. 

She had known who he would be, but seeing him in his costume as the Cowardly Lion was nearly too much. 

“Okay!” Rachel shouted with a smile, adjusting the strings on the bonnet of her Lullaby League ballerina costume. “We’re going to take some pictures in the backyard and then we’ll head out to go trick-or-treating. We all look so good. I absolutely love these costumes. This was such a great idea. Let me get the phone set up out there.” 

They all trooped out to the backyard, grabbing the props for their costumes on the way. Bella, who had been brought along as Mulder, Scully, and Faith would be spending the night, ran up to give them all some licks, her tail wagging excitedly. She was placed inside the house for a moment so she would not be in the way as everyone then got together for the picture. 

Mulder, the Tin Man, stood beside Scully, the Wicked Witch of the West, with Faith, Glinda the Good Witch, in front of them. Skinner, the Cowardly Lion, had Elizabeth, Dorothy Gale, and Jacob, the Scarecrow, in front of him. Vivian, Rachel’s mother, who had arrived only minutes before, stood next to him. She was dressed as the tornado that had brought Dorothy to Oz, complete with the images Dorothy had seen inside the tornado stuck to her outfit. 

Scully smiled as she looked at all of them, even as she felt an unexpected lump forming in her throat. She felt Mulder place his hand on the small of her back and she nodded, letting out a deep breath. 

“Good?” he asked in a whisper and she nodded again. 

“Okay!” Rachel shouted, smoothing her pink ballerina costume. “We’ve got ten seconds. Get ready!” She pushed the timer and rushed over, squeezing in between her mom and Skinner. “Everyone say Pizza!”

“Pizza!” they all shouted and the phone flashed down from ten to one, snapping a burst of photos. 

“Let me check it, but I’m sure we got a good one in the bunch,” Rachel said, walking toward the phone. 

A few more pictures were taken and then they all left the house with their assortment of props, coffee tumblers full of wine, and Bella in tow. 

Many families were already out, the children shouting and running from house to house. Scully smiled as Faith and the twins walked up the first driveway, calling out trick or treat before the door was even open. 

People stopped them as they continued through the neighborhood, telling them how much they loved their costumes. 

When the twins began to slow down and lose interest, they walked back to the house, Faith dancing and spinning ahead of them. 

Not bothering to change out of their costumes as they still had one last celebration to attend to, they gathered in the dining room. 

The pink ombré cake that had been placed onto the table after dinner was lit with a golden number five candle and the lights were turned out. 

Happy birthday was sung to Faith, her blue eyes shining in the light of the flame, as she looked at each of them in turn, in her sparkly pink Glinda dress and silver crown, and she grinned. 

[lunaekalenda]

Hello I’m back for more of the Greek mythology interaction. Could you do another one for Eren (also I imagine him wearing nothing but a eucalyptus crown on his head as a Greek god) with flower goddess Reader? Thank you! - 🌼

for some reason, half of my draft got deleted and just realized now that i was gonna publish it 🤡 anyway, i did what i could with your specifications + the dices (my imagination isn't that wide hshs) hope you like it!

zeus · trojan horse · treasure (this is going to be a little divergence from the original myths to fit the request)

Humans were curious to gods, specially, to him. Eren ruled on the Olympus as the God between the Gods. Everything was boring to him, specially, mortals. Such throwaway lives, so far from divine perfection, but yet so intense. If there was a thing he still liked from the human world, it was flowers.

One thing Eren doesn't miss as the new Zeus is to feel. It has been ages since he felt for the last time, when he let himself smile when the spring arrived or let his guard down while sleeping peacefully. He has forgot all of them. A lot of humans want his place, his life. And he won't give up that easy on them.

He was sure nothing could ever rip apart that façade of the perfect god, but he got a gift. A gift, for him. It was on his main door when he left that morning, direction to the tholos where all the Gods spent the long and incontable days. There it was, a miniature of the Trojan Horse, the one that made Achilles win the war. He remembers that moment, he felt a little proud of his army. Of his mortal army. Near the miniature, a big bouquet of flowers rested, with a little note on the side. "Thanks for helping, supreme God. The district of Paradis will always be grateful."

The flowers were way too beautiful to be made by humans. They seemed too perfect, too colorful to be natural. Looking at the flowers again, he left them on the main entrance's vase, knowing that they will be dead with just a couple days on the Olympus.

But they resisted, two days, four and a whole month, maybe more. He moved them to his office, where he watched them for full hours without moving. He was intrigued, where could a human make such perfect flowers? They seemed to be even immortal, as he was. It was the first gift Eren got that was able to last as much as he was going to, unless someone did kill him before.

Those flowers got the name of the "God's Treasure" in the streets of the Olympus, reaching everyone's ears, specially Armin's, the messenger God. He brought those flowers from the mortal lands, and he would gratefully show Eren where they grew. It wasn't long until the God searched the blonde boy, who guided his friend down to mortal domains after years of reclusion on the Olympus. He felt the grass on his feet when they landed. The sweet breeze near the sea, the salty air that played on his hair and moved the leafs of his eucalyptus crown. And he saw the little town, white houses and tiny humans around.

And then he saw you.

Kneeling on the floor with a long, white robe, smiling so preciously while you put tiny flowers on a little girl's hair. The flowers seemed to be so bright, so shiny, and the way you used them with such care and tenderness made him smile unconsciously. They seemed to bloom under your hands, and he felt what he had suppressed for years at a stroke. He wants to be held, to be listened, to be loved. He wants to bloom under someone's soft touch, and he wants to pass his immortal life with someone.

And when your eyes crossed, he knew that someone he has been waiting for was you.

He started to walk, without even knowing what he was gonna say once he arrived. When his long shadow covered you and the kid from the sun, he felt the sudden nervousness. You stood up slowly, asking the kid to go home. He looked at you for a long second, before speaking.

"The flowers that I got at the Olympus... Did you grow them?" Your eyes opened when you realized that Eren, the God among the Gods, was talking to you. Your hands trembled softly when you kneeled respectfully.

At the same time, he kneeled in front of you, a big smile on his lips as he searched your gaze with his.

"Could you show me how you grow those beautiful flowers?" he whispers, making your heart skip a beat. Show him, the most important God between them, your simple flowers?

You were still so unaware of the future crown he was planning you to wear, full of flowers, as he crowned you as his goddess.