#give me angst Smallville but do it properly!

[emwallas176]

Sometimes I think Smallville was writing Lex and Clark as enemies masquerading as friends rather than what they should’ve been which is friends who forget to be enemies.

If you’ve ever had a falling out with an old friend, you know that there’s an ache that’s left behind. No matter what happened between you two, you can’t quite forget the happier moments and there’s a not small part of you that wishes you could go back, that wishes that you could have that person you knew back.

I would have loved to see a dynamic between Clark and Lex where sometimes they forget they’re supposed to be enemies. Like sometimes they catch themselves smiling at the other without meaning to. Or they save the other’s life even if they’re mad at them, not because it’s the right thing to do, but because their body still recognizes the other person as one of their best friends and it’s an instinct to protect them at this point. It’s all out of instinct and still knowing the other person even if they’re now technically estranged. And sometimes it’s hard to see the person they used to know. They’re on different sides now and there’s so much history between them it feels like a chasm. But sometimes it’s not hard at all. Sometimes it feels like them against the world again (whether it’s a big bad that they both have to fight back against or it’s a problem that unfortunately only their proclaimed nemesis can fix). They keep getting pulled back together no matter how hard they fight it. No matter how much it hurts to stay in each other’s orbit. This is their true destiny. The words friends and enemies were always too limiting a definition. Like yes they’re doomed, they’re toxic, they make each other worse, yada, yada… but they’d also both rather die than ever fully quit on the person that used to be their best friend.

[blackynsupremacy]

redk!clark shenanigans part 3

part 1

part 2

taglist: @afrogirl3005 @rosiestalez @stereotypicalbarbie

synopsis : redk!clark is the type of dude when you drop him first (because you’re honestly just fed up!) and you’re finally in a good place in life, he would text you out of the blue to reel you back in. he doesn’t really want you to walk out of his life, so you’re not getting rid of him that easily, girl.

if you’ve ever seen those memes with future texting, it’s those type of vibes.

pairings: redk!clark x fem! y/n (i’m imagining her as meagan good again. reader can do a self insert or use another fc. the choice is yours and i want to be inclusive!)

fandom: smallville (2001-2011)

also featuring: chloe sullivan and kate ross (pete’s twin sister/oc fc: tatyana ali)

warnings: long asf, swearing, redk!clark, toxic behavior, a little bit of angst, some suggestiveness,manipulation, implied hook up, y/n regretting her decisions, y/n being weak in the knees again!

congratulations to y/n for finally dropping redk!clark kent, smallville’s local gentleman turned badass and player. anywho, her skin is glowing, her grades are showing tremendous improvement, and life has just been better in general. she’s smiling a lot more!

she’s not going through this alone though. fortunately, she has chloe sullivan and kate ross to help y/n properly get over him. they haven’t seen him around in a few days. if they did happen to run into clark at school or around town and he asks about her whereabouts, they would make up an excuse that she was really busy with (an extracurricular/job) or she got a new number. he’s gonna find out soon enough that was some bullshit.

it’s a friday night and the girls decided it was time to get dolled up and go out to celebrate y/n’s freedom from clark’s fuckery. they’re all chatting and filling their table with laughter when y/n hears her cell phone vibrate. she flips open the device and looks at her text messages, skimming through each word cueing her deep sigh and eye roll..here we go again. y/n closes the phone down and places it back in her purse. it vibrates again and again..now kate and chloe are getting suspicious, giving each other knowing looks. let’s just say that the silence was indeed loud.

“so, uh…who’s blowing up your phone at this hour?” chloe inquired, tilting her head.

“it’s just my mom reminding me to do something when i get home.” y/n replied as she shrugged her shoulders to ease the tension.

“oh, so she’s reminding you five times?” kate asked, her elbow on the table with her chin resting on her knuckle. she raised a brow then narrowed her eyes before finally addressing the elephant in the room.

“it’s clark, isn’t it?”

“no.”

“bullshit!” the girls exclaimed.

“fine! it was clark. he said he hated how things ended between us and that he was blind to how really important i was to him. he also said that without me, he feels so weak.” y/n confessed.

these were his words. he wasn’t blind to shit considering he has x-ray vision. not weak either because the guy had super strength.

chloe and kate couldn’t help but to roll their eyes and shake their heads at this foolishness, but who were they to judge? they both fell for the charming farm boy they grew up with at one point during their lives. hell, they even both attempted to cross that line of confession and dating him for real, but they let that go to preserve their friendship with each other and with clark. it’s messy, but it was clark kent. smallville’s local knight in shining armor. how could any girl let go of him completely once they’ve been attached? it was just his new bold and unpredictable attitude that rubbed them the wrong way. hopefully it’s just a phase.

“he also said to meet at his place so we could talk things over. if he really wants us to work things out, i should be there in the next 10 minutes…” with each word, the volume of y/n’s voice started to diminish as she looked around and bit at her bottom lip to avoid the awkward, yet frustrated glares of her friends. “maybe i should go to hear him out and get some closure…”

“wait, wait, wait!”, chloe objected shaking her head. “if my memory serves, you said that last time was the last time. did you not catch him in another lie of him seeing lana before taking you out, correct?”

“….yes, but he sorta made it up to me.” y/n’s face heated up as her mind wandered to the semi-passionate endeavor her and clark shared in her bedroom after the argument that concluded their last date. she thanked the Lord above that her parents were out of town and that clark respected her enough to not push any further than what she was comfortable with. kate and chloe's eyes widened from sudden realization to complete astonishment.

"before you guys shame me, no, we didn’t go that far, but you know how guys are always saying i can’t drop clark due to the fact that i’m always wrapped around his finger?”

(reference to pt 2 iykyk)

y/n recited her friends past warnings as her fingers signaled air quotation marks.

“i guess you can say that literally and figuratively.”

silence filled the trio once more before they all heard another vibration. y/n flipped open her device and checked her text messages again. her eyes skimmed over the text for a few seconds before her fingertips made a few sounds to type a response to the person on the other end. after one press of the “send” button, she stood to her feet and pushed in the chair before greeting her friends a formal goodbye, “that was mom again. she said she needs me home asap. i’ll catch you guys at school?” the girls gave her nod and a “mhm!” before they watched their friend power walk out of the restaurant to her parked honda accord.

after they saw the car speed off into the night, kate sarcastically chuckled and shook her head before gazing at chloe, finally breaking the silence.

“we both know damn well that she went to go meet up with clark right?”

“i know…” chloe replied.

“yeah.” kate nodded and gazed below at the ground with a tight lipped smile as she fiddled with her fingers.

meanwhile…

10 minutes. it sounds like a lot of time, but not so much when you’re deciding on which path to take. right for the l/n’s house, left for the kent’s. her eyes darted in both directions, her heart thumping in her chest. it was only a matter of time before she could switch the turn signal up or down. she began to think. think of the times her friends were there for her at her lowest. the temper tantrums. the late night rants on the phone. the fake smiles for her parents. the tears that soaked her pillow. all because of him. his arrogance, his brutal honesty yet he lies, his shameless flirtation with other women. his eyes…his words…his kiss…his touch…his affection. damn, damn, damn! her mind was finally made up. she put the car in drive and made the turn onto the path of her destination for the night.

“hey, look, i got your messages. you said you wanted to talk things over, so let’s talk, clark.”

y/n stood with her arms crossed against her chest and faced the male before her standing outside the kent house as if he were expecting her already. he looked comfortable in his black tank top and grey sweatpants with his hands in the pockets. even under the moonlight, y/n could still see that same lady-killing smile of his and icy, blue eyes that she adored so much that it made her heart swell.

“it’s about time you showed up, beautiful. you don’t know how much i’ve missed you lately.” he pulled his pink lips into a smirk and took a few steps closer to her as his eyes never did pull away from her own. “i don’t think talking out here in the dark would do us any good, so how about we go somewhere more quiet and…” he took a beat of pause, “private.” tilting his head in the direction of his loft in the barn.

y/n sighed, licked her lips, and started walking in the direction towards clark’s loft with her arms still crossed. little did she know that his eyes carefully zeroed in on the sway of her hips with each step she took and possibly even the sultry, black matching set underneath her clothes.

oh, this was going to be a long night.

[sarcasticfina]

Fic Writer Tag Game

How many works do you have on AO3? 263

What’s your total AO3 word count? 4,901,188

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they? including the fandoms on FFnet, that haven't yet been moved over to ao3, that'd be a total of 37. separating the larger fandoms (marvel, dcu) into their individual parts: Thor; Arrow; Smallville; The Vampire Diaries; Glee; Captain America; Supernatural; Teen Wolf; Iron Man; Life with Derek; Firefly; Friday Night Lights; X-Men; Fantastic Four; Harry Potter; Sons of Anarchy; Girl Meets World; Batman; Daredevil; From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series; Transformers; Lost Girl; Game of Thrones; Banshee; High School Musical; The OC; One Tree Hill; CSI: New York; Degrassi; Gossip Girl; NCIS; The Unusuals; Criminal Minds; iCarly; Secret Life of the American Teenager; Twilight; and The Listener

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. and I wonder (if everything could ever feel this real forever) - darcy/bucky - Steve tells him that Darcy's harmless. Bucky imagines, on paper, Darcy is harmless. HYDRA wouldn't give her a second glance. But he does. He can barely keep his eyes off her. He's not sure he wants to. | Kudos: 5576

2. I Climbed The Tree To See The World (When The Gusts Came Around To Blow Me Down, I Held On As Tightly As You Held On To Me) - darcy centric | darcy/steve - The path to self-discovery, including becoming Coulson's assistant-slash-liaison-slash-bff, Captain America's lady love, and rating fourth on the SHIELD BAMF scale, was like the yellow brick road; it was chaos and confusion around every bend. | Kudos: 3973

3. Take a little piece of my heart (and keep it for yourself) - oliver/felicity - A collection of Olicity prompts on Tumblr posted here for easier access/reading. | Kudos: 3498

4. You put your arms around me (and I'm home) - darcy/bucky - A collection of Darcy/Bucky oneshots, drabbles, and prompt fills. | Kudos: 3293

5. you (anchor me back down) - darcy/bucky - "I'll be right back." Famous last words. | Kudos: 2747

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? not all of them. i do try to keep up on them, especially on longer stories when there's been significant wait times in between chapters, or when a reader is asking a question or is unclear on something. and especially when someone writes a really indepth comment/review, i like to respond to those and talk about motivations and character growth.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I've written a number of fics that either had suicide or major character death, so i'm not sure if one outranks the other in terms of most angsty... hmm... i remember "be still and know that I'm with you (be still and know that I am here)" and "light a match, burn the world to ash (I will watch it die, and hold your hand as I fly)" both got some pretty intense reactions when they were posted. And "It's Your Song That Sets Me Free (I Sing It While I Feel I Can't Go On)" was basically just angst from beginning to end. buuuuut, i think i'll say "so you think you can tell (heaven from hell" was, only because there's a build up of everything going so right, only to pivot at the end, so it feels very bittersweet.

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written? i loooooove crossovers. i find writing in the marvel fandom makes things quite easy, but also smallville. as long as i can find a common thread, i enjoy finding a way to overlap two shows. i'll say the hardest one to write was "ruby red slippers (unavailable in her size)." I'm not sure why, but i found writing each personality together just felt strange. i liked the idea behind the story, but i definitely remember feeling like i was really forcing myself to keep going, like something just didn't fit right.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? oh, definitely. you cannot please everyone, it's impossible. for the most part, hate comes and i either argue back, take the criticism for what it's worth, or just ignore it when it's baseless. i think the hate that bothered me the most was a homophobic PM someone sent me re: "you know I will adore you ('til eternity)," on FFnet. i actually went and searched it up. they've since blocked me so i can't read our whole thread back and forth. but i did put part of it on tumblr so i could rant on it a bit, so you can see that here.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? ha. yes. depending on the story, it can be really detailed or really flowery. it depends on the ship, the plot, and how graphic i feel like being. i've definitely become more comfortable over the years with my writing. that said, i think everybody likes something different. i once had a reviewer tell me a sex scene was too much, just too intense. it was a stefan/caroline story and to be fair, that entire oneshot was just them fucking, lol, but it is what it is. to each their own.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Multiple times.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! for the record, i am always happy to have my stories translated and shared. i just like having a link sent to me and to be credited.

What’s your all time favorite ship? i have a list of OTPs, because interests change and as shows come and go, my love for a ship can be shelved for a while before it pops back up at random. currently, i can't get enough of buck/eddie from 9-1-1. and, historically, chloe/oliver (smallville) and felicity/oliver (arrow) have been two of my top OTPs. but i think i'd have to go with bonnie/damon. they had all the potential and the show dropped the ball by not exploring it. at the same time, that's kind of a blessing, because i don't trust those writers to properly explore what they had without eventually destroying it for the likes of de/ena. it means a treasure trove for writing where it could have gone and all the what if's.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will? the intention is always to finish. but given how i feel about allison mack and how that impacts my feelings re: chloe sullivan, pretty much anything with her as a main character is not something i see myself returning to.

What are your writing strengths? What are your writing weaknesses? i'm putting these together because my strength is my weakness. i love to write. when i get an idea, i go all in and i will skip eating and sleeping to just write write write. but i also eventually hit a wall and i get so many ideas that i hyperfocus on one until the steam is gone and then i hyperfocus on the next one to maintain that need to keep writing, accidentally leaving the last story in the dust for entirely too long. i also have clinical depression that comes and goes, which hasn't been super great mixed with covid and isolation, so more often recently, i find myself overly exhausted and despite wanting to write, can rarely get motivated to do so. so, pre-covid, wrote so much i left entirely too many stories dangling. during covid, i've just been reading and struggling to get myself focused enough to do what i love.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? i appreciate the authenticity when possible, but i've recently been reading more about how native speakers of other languages feel when a) their language is butchered by google translate, or b) it's just not genuine in terms of how bilingual speakers act or speak.

What was the first fandom you’ve written for? it was smallville, but i remember adopting it out to someone else because i wasn't going to finish it. so if you look at my ffnet, the first fandom i wrote for appears to be x-men: the movie, but i remember writing a chloe/oliver story prior to that.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? i have a lot. i mean, on ffnet, i have 576 stories, many of which were transferred over to ao3, with a lot of oneshots and drabbles getting joined together into collections. so there's a ton to pick from that span a 14-ish year timeline.

"you know I will adore you ('til eternity)" and "let me break (the walls that surround me)" hold a special place in my heart.

honestly, each story is important in its own way. there are bits and pieces of each that i love. every time i write something new it feels like my favorite. my best. and then a new idea comes along. there are scenes i've written that i loved more than the whole of what they became. lines that stand out that are almost too good to be a part of the larger picture.

one of my all time favorite passages i've written was bonnie's thoughts on damon and herself in 'if you love me (let me go)":

He is far from perfect. He is a novel of red, corrective ink. He is frayed pages and torn binding. His life, his choices, his mistakes leave lasting effects on everyone he meets.

She is a lifeboat with a hole in it. An anchor that drowns in the sea while everyone else remains steady above. She is both the calm and the storm, and while she screams that she will not be tamed, she cries. Bittersweet tears that go unnoticed and uncared about.

there are other stories, other pieces of dialogue, that i've been proud of. that make me laugh when i re-read them. that make me cry. and i love them. there are others that make me wilt and cringe and regret. it's a process. love and pride and growth, all bound together.

Tagging: @absentlyabbie, @anonymous033, and anyone else who'd like to fill this all out, haha

[andorerso]

Author cassian, fake married, forced love confession, vampyr, zombie au?

i answered fake married here and the zombie au here :)

author cassian is pretty recent, and it’s basically cassian writing a book that’s very obviously about jyn and everyone can tell except jyn. they’ve been best friends for like 25 years (since they were kids, i imagine them in their early 30s here) and they live together and have a cat called mimi. i’m lowkey tempted to say that they’ve been pretty much in love for as long as they’ve known each other because extra! i mean this is a oneshot that takes place over the course of a few months, but for them, it’s like the slowest slowburn ever. i have a super detailed outline of what happens when from the year they meet to the present, but it starts with cassian’s latest book just being published and there’s a party and some people assume he and jyn are dating. leia is the first to mention that the main character kestrel sounds eerily like jyn herself but jyn brushes it off. she hasn’t finished reading yet. but then people keep saying the same thing, han, shara, bodhi, kay - that kestrel is basically jyn, and her love interest willix is clearly cassian. kay is pretty much the last straw because jyn knows he wouldn’t say that unless he meant it so she confronts cassian and it doesn’t go as planned at first but it’s a happy ending ofc.

snippet:

“I forgot to pack lunch,” she says as she swivels around, keys still in hand.

“Don’t worry,” Cassian says without lifting his eyes from his laptop, “I packed it for you.”

Jyn raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Thanks, husband.”

That gets him to look up, giving her an amused glance. “Cute.”

forced love confession: ahhhhh ngl, one of my favorite wips/ideas. idk what are the chances of me ever finishing it, at least partly because i have difficulty figuring out the details (and i’ve been trying on and off for two years), but i do love the general idea. this one was inspired by an episode of smallville which i don’t even remember clearly because i never watched that show properly, only sometimes when it was on tv, but i recall something about lois and clark investigating some dude and pretending to be a couple for it (because he was going after couples i think?) and they end up kidnapped by the dude who hooks them up to some sort of lie detector which will shock your partner if you tell a lie. so he begins to interrogate them and he asks lois if she loves clark and she says yes and clark thinks he’s about to be zapped by the thing but it never comes. THE ANGST IS DELICIOUS. i’ve been trying to figure out how to put it into a sw setting for so long because i just really wanna play with the idea of having to confess your love because some psycho is holding you hostage and you don’t really have much of a choice. fun!

snippet:

“When you said you loved me…” Cassian began, hesitant. “And it wasn’t a lie –”

“Of course I love you, you’re my best friend,” Jyn snapped, more defensive than she meant to sound. Even that was hard to admit. Best friend. But he was and she couldn’t lie about it.

vampyr: a tentative follow-up to this. if you played vampyr, then it’s basically just a vampyr au with cassian as jonathan and jyn as geoffrey mccullum. cassian is a vampire and jyn is a vampire hunter. enemies to lovers goodness. the outline is a bit of a mess but i followed a lot of the game’s storyline with jyn and cassian trying to find the creature that’s terrorizing london’s streets at night together, and going from hating each other to falling in love. my favorite part is when cassian is injured in a fight and in order to heal him, jyn lets him drink her blood. sexy.

snippet:

Jyn lifts the cigarette to her lips and takes a deep drag. She eyes Cassian a few feet away, studying her.

“You smoke?”

Cassian shakes his head slowly.

“Right,” she snorts. “You have other vices.”

[404gendernotfound]

Wounded Dragon (Dragon!Kirishima x Reader)

Summary: You are on the search for herbs for your patients as you find a wounded dragon and help him to get better.

Inspired by this comic

Contains: bit of angst, fluff

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 3,0 K

Enjoy!

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I was walking through the woods searching for herbs to use for my patients when I heard a loud cry from not far away. I nearly dropped my knife and basket where I stored the herbs I found. Another cry was heard and I turned into the direction that I heard it from. I tried to see something through the trees and bushes but I wasn’t able to look far enough. I followed the sad noises and got to an opening deep in the woods. In front of me laid a beautiful red dragon who looked still very young. One of his legs was stuck in a bear trap and blood was coming out of it. He must be in a lot of pain. As I walked closer a stick cracked under my feet and he turned to face me. His eyes widened and he growled at me.

“Easy there. I’m not gonna hurt you”, I said and placed my knife and basket on the floor.

I needed to make sure to show him that I was unarmed and that I really wanted to help him. He still kept growling at me as I got even closer. I kneeled down in front of his head which was almost as big as my upper body and reached out to cautiously pet it. He looked at me with fear in his eyes.

“It’s ok. There is nothing to worry about. I’m just here to help you get out of this bear trap. You must be in a lot of pain”, I said and he nodded.

He laid his head down on my lap and let me pet him. I tried to calm him down a bit by running my hands over the part between his nostrils and his eyes. His look changed to a more relaxed one and I decided to stand up and look at his wounded leg. His gaze follow my every move and I kneeled down to look at the trap. Unfortunately the bear trap was deep in his flesh which meant that it would hurt a lot more when I open the trap. I put my hands on the trap and looked at him again.

“I will open the trap on a count of three. It will hurt a lot but we can’t avoid that. Are you ready?”, I asked and he nodded.

I took both sides of the trap in my hands, counted to three and then pushed it open. He cried out in pain and moved his foot out of the trap. As I let go of it, it closed again causing both of us to flinch at the scary metallic noise. I carried the trap out of sight and walked back to the dragon to check on his wound. It was bleeding quite a lot. I grabbed my scarf and wrapped it around his leg making a knot and pulling it tight to close the wound for some time. He whined at the sudden pressure on the wound.

“Sorry”, I mumbled and walked back to his head.

“The scarf is just a temporary solution. We have to treat the wound properly. I got stuff to do that at my house which is not far from here. If you think you’re strong enough to try to walk the few hundred meters to my house we could go there. Or I could go and grab some stuff and come back”, I suggested.

He shook his head at my last sentence and stood up. I understood that he didn’t want to be left alone bleeding in the woods. I guided him to my house which was just about 600 meters away from the place I found him and he laid down in front of the house. I walked to him and pet his head once more.

“I’ll go and get you some bandages and something to ease the pain. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”, I explained and turned to walk to the front door.

I opened it and walked straight into the kitchen to put down the basket with the herbs to get a pain easing paste ready to apply on his wound. I then got some bandages from the bathroom and walked back outside. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and I kneeled down in front of his wounded leg. I pulled off the now bloody scarf and started to apply the healing paste. He hissed at the pain and some tears left his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I know this hurts but it will help to ease the pain and it’ll make the wound heal faster. I promise you’ll feel better in just a few minutes.”, I assured him and he closed his eyes in pain while I continued to treat his wound.

After I was done with applying the paste I bandages his leg and sat down next to him. He put his head on my legs and I started to pet him again. He was really cute. Whenever I lifted my hand up a bit away from his head he would push his head against it to show me to continue petting him. He seemed to feel a lot better now after I applied the medicine.

“Oh how rude of me. I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m Y/N. I’m something like a doctor for the people and animals in this forest and the nearest villages. Do you have a name?”, I asked and he nodded.

“Can you tell me?”, I asked and he looked around.

As he found a stick laying on the ground he grabbed it with his mouth and then started to draw something into the ground. It looked like letters.

“Is that a k?”

He nodded and continued to write his name into the ground. It now showed the letters k, i, r and i.

“Does that say Kiri?”

He smiled at me.

“So I guess your name is Kirishima then?”

He let the stick fall and nuzzled his head against my legs. I took that as a yes and started to pet him again.

“Kirishima is a beautiful name. It suits you”, I said and he lifted his head up to lick one side of my face. “Hey.” I laughed and dried my face with my sleeve.

Kirishima smiled happy and attempted to laugh too. I heard a loud noise and looked at Kirishimas stomach who was rumbling.

“Are you hungry?”, I asked giggling and he nodded.

“Hmm. What do dragons eat? Do you eat meat?”

He nodded and I stood up.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”, I said and then walked back into my house to see if there was still some meat in my storeroom.

I looked around but found nothing. I then walked to the living room and searched for an item. It was something like a communicator. A witch once gave it to me as payment for helping her raven. As I found it I grabbed it and then walked outside. Kirishima was already looking a bit uneasy. I could feel that he didn’t like being alone in this vulnerable state. I sat down in front of him and pulled out the communicator.

“This is something like a communicator. It’s an enchanted gemstone plate. Whenever you feel the need to contact me just place your foot on it for a bit and think about the person you want to contact and then you will be able to see that person on the plate. I have the other gemstone plate, which is always a bit smaller than this one with me so if you want to contact me when I’m not around just use it whenever you like. I’ll have to go get some food from the next market which is not that far away from here but you’ll still have to be alone for some time. And I know that you are scared to be alone but just bear with me and everything will be ok. And I’ll be back as quick as possible. I promise”, I explained to him and he listened carefully.

“hmmm…”, he sighed sad and turned his head away from me.

“I’m sorry Kirishima”, I said, stood up and walked to where he had placed his head.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on his nose.

“I’ll be here as soon as I can. I promise”, I said again and then started to walk towards the market.

I was getting worried about Kirishima pretty quickly. I used the gemstone plate to see if he was ok. The plate showed me that he was still laying where he was and he had turned towards the gemstone. As he noticed that I was looked at him he looked at the gemstone and smiled. I smiled back and then put the plate into my bag again. After about half an hour I arrived at the market of the small village with the name “Smallville”. Pretty fitting right. As I walked through the streets the people greeted me with smiles and some of them remembered me from healing some of their friends, family or pets. I was always happy to meet the people who appreciate my work. I walked towards the store of this villages butcher and walked through the wooden door.

“Oh hello Y/N. What can I get for you today?”, he asked with a friendly smile.

“Hello my friend. I’d like to have the biggest animal you have. And some pig meat too for me”, I said and his eyes widened.” “I could give you a whole cow but why do you need that?”, he asked confused.

“I found a wounded dragon in the forest. Some asshole placed another bear trap deep in the forest”

“That poor animal. Is he ok?”

“Yes. I treated him but he is really hungry right now. That’s why I need that much meat”

“Now I understand. I’ll ask some of the workers if they can help you with the transportation back to your cottage.”

“Thank you. That would be really nice”

The butcher started to pack the pig meat I asked for into a bag and handed it to me.

“I’ll be right back”, he said and then walked out of the backdoor.

As I waited I checked up on Kirishima another time. He was still watching the gemstone plate as if he wanted to hypnotise it.

“Are you ok Kiri?”, I asked and he lifted his head and nodded.

“That’s good. I’ll be back soon with a big meal for you”

He smiled and booped his nose against the gemstone plate. I giggled at his cuteness and put away the plate again. Soon after that the butcher came back with a few men I already knew. They all greeted me and then walked out to get the cow. As we were already on our way out of the village we passed the craftsman’s cottage. He stood outside and worked on his woodshelter. As I saw that I remembered that I had nowhere for Kirishima to stay if the weather turns. The cottage was big enough for me but not for a dragon. He would need his own little shelter next to the house. I asked the men with the cow to wait for a bit and walked over to the craftsman.

“Hello. I have to ask you for a favour”

I explained the craftsman the situation and he understood what he had to do. He explained to me that he would get his best workers and all the materials he needed to build that dragonshelter. I returned to the men that helped me with the meat and explained to them that we had to wait a bit for those craftsmen. As they joined us we walked back to the cottage. Halfway there Kirishima contacted me. I looked at my gemstone and saw a sad looking Dragon looking right back at me.

“Do you miss me?”, I asked and he nodded.

“I’ll be back in about 15 minutes. I brought a few people with me. Don’t worry they are all friends”

He looked a bit more calm and then nodded.

I put the plate back and we continued our way to the cottage. As we arrived there I walked to Kirishima with the men that carried his meat. They dropped it in front of him and revealed his meal. Kirishima looked happy at me and then started to eat his food. The men looked a bit scared but I explained to them that he was just really hungry and wouldn’t hurt a fly. While Kirishima ate and some of the men pet him the others started to build a shelter next to the cottage. They cut down some of the trees behind the house and then used them for the shelter. As Kirishima finished his meal I went to clean some blood on his mouth. He pushed his head against my upper body as I was finished and I went to hug him.

“You are a really well-behaved and kind dragon”, I complimented him and pressed a kiss to his head.

He closed his eyes happy and smiled. We then watched the men who build the shelter for Kirishima step by step. If took them a few hours to finish it. As they were done I walked over and thanked the men.

“Thank you for helping me”, I said.

“You are always helping our village. Now it was time for us to give this help back”, the craftsman said speaking for all the workers.

“And we can’t just let this poor dragon suffer when the rain comes”, one of the workers said which warmed up my heart.

“Hey Kirishima! Do you think you can walk over here?”, I shouted and he nodded.

He then started to limp towards the shelter. It was hard for him because of his foot but a few man walked over to steady him and help him to favour his hurt leg. As he reached the shelter he laid down under it and smiled at all of us standing there.

“That’s his way of saying ‘thank you’”, I explained and the men walked over to pet him before they walked back to the village.

Not even an hour after the shelter was build it started to rain. I stayed next to Kirishima for the time being. He placed his head on my legs again and fell asleep.

It took Kirishima a few weeks to get back to his normal condition. His wound was deep which meant that it took its time to heal completely. But today was the day his wounds were completely healed. I was a bit sad to be honest. I got so used to spend my time with this lovely red dragon and now was time to say goodbye to this beautiful creature.

“Everything has healed now. You are free to go now.”, I said as I carried the dirty bandages into the bathroom.

As I came back Kirishima sat in front of the house waiting for me. I walked towards him and tears started to build in my eyes.

“Don’t make this harder for me as it already is. Just go and live your dragon life.”, I told him and he lowered his head to be on my height.

Kirishimas eyes were filled with tears too. It seemed like he didn’t want to go either. But he couldn’t stay with me forever. He needed to find a dragon lady and start a family. He pressed his forehead against mine and whined.

“I don’t want to let you go either but you need to find someone to start a family with. And that can’t be me”

He whined again and tears left his eyes. Now we both were crying. I tried to brush his tears away and lifted his head up.

“You need to promise me that you will visit me sometime, ok?”

He nodded and licked my face as he did on the first day we met. I giggled and dried my face with my sleeve. I then hugged him again and began to cry again.

“You need to know that I love you. I will never forget you, Kirishima”, I said with closed eyes and suddenly a comfortable warmth flooded my body.

“I will never forget you either, Y/N”, I heard someone say and then opened my eyes.

In front of me, where Kirishima was just a moment ago, stood a beautiful boy with dragonwings, horns, a dragontail and beautiful read hair. I dried my tears and looked at him confused.

“Kirishima?”, I asked doubtful.

“Yes. Thank you for freeing me”, he said and then hugged me.

I hugged him back and nuzzled my head against his neck.

“But how? You…what are you?”

“I’m a dragon hybrid. We are born as dragons, but we can be human too. It’s kind of like a curse. We stay dragons until we find the one destined to be with us. And if the person confesses their feelings we are finally able to use our human form. So thank you for finding me”, he explained and hugged me even tighter than before.

“So does that mean if I wouldn’t have said that you would never be able to look like this?”, I asked and looked deep into his eyes.

“Yes. Then I would have to stay a dragon for the rest of my life. That’s why I’m so glad that I found you”, he said and I saw tears form again in his eyes.

“Please don’t cry again, Kirishima”

“I just can’t stop it. I’m so happy I found you”, he said and then pulled me closer by my waist.

“I’m never gonna let you go”, he said and then leaned forwards to kiss me.

Our lips met and I nearly melted in his arms. The kiss was beautiful, longing and passionate. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. In this moment I promised myself that I would never let him go again.

[hopethroughtheanchor]

@ambelle - Yassssss girl 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 thank you for elaborating it better! My brain could barely get this out but yet has the nerve to give me the idea 🙄😂. Yeah I mainly said Laurel Lanced because she almost was and even though Kory really wouldn’t be there’s still that small chance they’ll just try to shrink her relevance. I agree that they don’t really know how to write friendships especially ones that could lead to a romance. Everything is either really good or really rushed! Dick is so out of character compared to S1 and he’s not growing at all. If this was S2 I could honestly endure it but it’s S3. I’m glad they’ve written Kory to not be effected by it too much. Obviously they still deeply care for one another but then they want to throw in Barbara or Justin to use to downplay their connection or something. They need to take a chapter out of Smallville’s Lois/Clark relationship though imperfect they did build them up for about four seasons before their first kiss. They had shared a kiss before under a spell but that first true kiss whew… However they did bring Lana back but that didn’t last and then it caused this delicious sometimes annoying tension between Clark and Lois. It did work out after some more kinks and angst but yeah it’s not hard to write slow burn and build up it’s just a matter of caring to do so. Slow burns can be really good if nurtured properly. So I’m hoping they can get their acts together in the writers room and let Dick and Kory not only grow individually but together cause they got that power/super couple thing down.

Another thought… at 5am of Dickory

I really don’t want Kory to be Laurel Lanced almost like Iris was about to possibly be in season two. Now I knew in my heart that Westallen would be endgame but that they would have Barry date someone else. I was okay with that because Iris needed some time to heal from Eddie although they nearly fazed her out especially when Patty was in the picture. I tolerated in my heart the Barry x Patty pairing even though they were super forced similarly to Dickbabs. However Iris started to disappear and they had that weird conversation between Barry x Joe about Patty vs Iris which I mean Barry did say to Joe well she’s no Iris which of course she’s not but man did they try to force the issue. We had to suffer with Barry dating Patty though he wasn’t as into her as they tried to make it seem just like Dick wasn’t at first into rekindling with Barbara but now they’re forcing it down our throats. Knowing good well they have zero and I mean zero romantic chemistry or romance in general just like Patty x Barry in season two. Hopefully Dickory can have a turn around like Westallen had towards the end of season two that led them together. Cause I can hang on through another boring bitter Ex dance if it means a path way to Dickory. Cause Barry had to go through some thangs like going onto Earth II and it was only when he was pretending to be his Earth II counterpart and had to watch Iris grieve her dad dying did that spark reignite when Earth II Iris grabs his face before she’s about to face a baddie telling him she loves him even though it’s not the him she knows and he literally falls apart after saying he loves her back because of course he does cause any version of Iris he loves! So I’m hoping for Dick to be like that with Kory admitting his feelings in a heatedly tense moment. Or Kory being similar to Iris in season two admitting to Barry her true deep feelings that she couldn’t explore at first because of her relationship with Eddie. Then Barry having that ohhh crap but yet elated face because that’s all he’s ever wanted! Ughhh those feels all over again 😭😭😭😭 Kory would have Dick on his knees if she really let him in and see her deep feelings. So I’m not gonna lose complete hope all the way but if they are going to continue to ignore Kory and do her the way they were about to do Iris then I may just stop. Cause the disrespect of Dickory together and apart is quite frustrating. DB is just too forced and they don’t have chemistry or true understanding of one another in my eyes. Dick comes alive with Kory it’s like she’s his sun. Then it’s even more complete with Gar, Rachel, and Connor.



[lexkent]

#there’s no angst in pissy faces and ‘I always knew you would turn out like this’ #no the angst comes from looking the other person in the eye and going I want things to be different #I want things to work out #I want to be your friend #give me angst Smallville but do it properly! #do the friends to enemies trope justice!

Sometimes I think Smallville was writing Lex and Clark as enemies masquerading as friends rather than what they should’ve been which is friends who forget to be enemies.

If you’ve ever had a falling out with an old friend, you know that there’s an ache that’s left behind. No matter what happened between you two, you can’t quite forget the happier moments and there’s a not small part of you that wishes you could go back, that wishes that you could have that person you knew back.

I would have loved to see a dynamic between Clark and Lex where sometimes they forget they’re supposed to be enemies. Like sometimes they catch themselves smiling at the other without meaning to. Or they save the other’s life even if they’re mad at them, not because it’s the right thing to do, but because their body still recognizes the other person as one of their best friends and it’s an instinct to protect them at this point. It’s all out of instinct and still knowing the other person even if they’re now technically estranged. And sometimes it’s hard to see the person they used to know. They’re on different sides now and there’s so much history between them it feels like a chasm. But sometimes it’s not hard at all. Sometimes it feels like them against the world again (whether it’s a big bad that they both have to fight back against or it’s a problem that unfortunately only their proclaimed nemesis can fix). They keep getting pulled back together no matter how hard they fight it. No matter how much it hurts to stay in each other’s orbit. This is their true destiny. The words friends and enemies were always too limiting a definition. Like yes they’re doomed, they’re toxic, they make each other worse, yada, yada… but they’d also both rather die than ever fully quit on the person that used to be their best friend.