#i dont want to float away in a gust of wind

[oswinunknown]

ok tho on all that is holy, dont imagine finding dark during iswm p2 but theres no lore, no hidden codes, no games. like wilford, he gives you a chance to rest from falling through the wormhole over and over again.

like:

you cant remember the last time you slept.

in the grand scheme of this whole wormhole problem, sleep was far from your concern. every turn you took, every decision you made, all the lives you sacrificed. that made it very hard for you to get rest when the opertunity arose. it made you feel guilty for trying to rest when millions across the multiverse were suffering at your hands.

so, you kept on marching forward. a captain has to do what they must after all.

it seemed like a century ago when the novelty of visiting different universes died out. an eternity when you lost hope at finding answers, let alone a familiar face that didn't want to kill you.

it felt like several lifetimes have passed where you were blamed for this whole mess, and believed it.

as you floated wildly down the wormhole, you saw another split end to choose.

in a small fit of emotion, you closed your eyes and let your body be propelled to wherever it chose. not like wherever you landed mattered.

you felt the small jolt of arriving in another dimension peel your eyes open.

your standing in a small wooden cabin somewhere in the woods. outside the window, lushiouslly green grass was flowing with the wind, the sun accenting each blade with a touch of colour. a small patch of blue and red flowers not far from the home. there were the sounds of birds flowing overhead, the faint drone of a cricket somewhere over yonder, and the low but calming noise of a waterfall near the trees.

"fancy seeing you here, captain."

you swirled around frantically as you raised your hands to shield yourself. the past ten or so dimensions have been less than passive towards you, one might say.

"calm down captain," the man droned deeply, his body moving away to show no hostility. "its just me, relax."

your ears finally picked up on the high pitched rining and your felt your shoulders relax. "dark?"

the man nodded, his eyes raking your body for the first time. "you look like hell."

"it feels like it." you groaned, turning back to the window. "i can't remember the last time i slept."

behind your form, dark stilled at your words. he's heard something eerily similar.

closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to soak in the peace of this world before you were called elsewhere. it was rare to get a place as peaceful and as quiet as this.

"hey." dark called out, oddly soft-like as he extended his hand to you. "come with me."

it wasn't a choice. might as well.

taking his hand, the man opened the door out to the view you've been seeing. the small gust of wind against your face nearly knocking you out with comfort.

dark lead you through the wide field of flowers as you approached the woods. arriving on a paved road you could hear the sound of nature surrounding you in its tranquility.

eventually, you arrived at a quaint gazebo nestled between a few sturdy trees. the roof blooming with flowers of all kinds and colours drooping down to accent the white wooded platform

inside, you saw two small benches built against the railings, and a small table with simple foods like sandwiches and juice. on the floor was a small basket of blankets and other items you couldn't tell.

dark sat you at the bench closest to the woods and grabbed a sandwich from the table. "here, eat."

you shook your head, glancing at the glowing warp crystal in your palm before showing it to dark.

the man sighed. taking your hand and gently holding it with both of his own.

"no." he mumbles, gruff yet tenderly as the glow from the crystal dies out.

you looked at him in awe and exhaustion. "thank you."

the man gives you a small smile before handing you the sandwich he had earlier. "don't mention it, now rest up. i'm sure the multiverse will be there when your back."

as dark took a seat down a bit to your left, you took a weary bite.

you nearly collapsed right on the spot from how good it was.

this continued for quite some time, you eating your sandwiches and drinking your juice, all the while telling dark of some of your adventures to different universes. despite his rather intimidating aura, you found yourself in pleasant conversation with the man as he listened intently to your stories.

he told a few of his own. how wilford managed to convince the other egos to make a TV show called markiplier TV, the excitement around the arrival of yancy, illinois, and captain magnum. you can't remember the last time you laughed that hard at bings' antics.

as the sun was beginning to set and your food was long gone, you leaned against dark with your head in his shoulder as your eyes were fighting sleep.

"captain?" dark asked quietly, he knew you needed your sleep but couldn't help but ask. "why don't you take a nap?"

you hummed in protest. "guilt."

"what for?"

"everytime i close my eyes. everytime i try to rest, to find comfort in this wormhole. i-"

dark wrapped a comforting arm around you.

"i can hear all their screams, their cries, their anger at me. their blood is on my hands."

dark turned to you. "this is not your fault. you can't save everyone, captain."

"i have to try." you added lamely, your voice breaking slightly at the wave of tiredness that washed over you.

dark pulled you into a warm embrace. "and that is all the universe can ask from you." he whispered, taking your words in before reaching for the blanket.

"you look tired. i think you need to get some sleep."

nodding half heartedly, you allowed dark to place a blanket around your shoulders and lean against him for the night.

as you felt your mind begin to fade into unconsciousness, you smiled softly. "thank you dark, for all this."

the man smiled, "anytime, captain."

tomorrow, you would wake up in the arms of comfort and peace.

tomorrow, you would go back into the wormhole well rested and determined.

but that was for tomorrow.

and for the first time in an eternity. you slept.

[soothinglee]

GOODBYE |

the beeduo x reader (parent figures - platonic)

summary: the neglect is finally getting to you.

warnings: angst

previous - next

Ever since Micheal came along everything has been different. The attention changed from you to Micheal. You had once been there favorite child. Now it was Micheal.

You were their only child.

It had felt like you had been left out of everything. The thought of being left out didn't come to you until the 2 week he was here. At first you thought it was because they wanted him to get accustomed to the place. That was understandable. They were the same way with you when you first got adopted. This was different though.

They had stop eating with you and instead eating with Micheal, standing in the back while you silently ate. What was once your seat Micheal sat, snorting happily as Ranboo Choo Choo trained a scoop of potatoes into his mouth. What once was your time of drawing and laughing, paint between fingers and onto hair was now filled with Micheal painting flowers on Ranboos white side and bees onto Tubbos hand.While you sat in the back doodling with a sad look.

You just wanted to be apart of something.

'Of course they mean no harm' you think heading to the upstairs bedroom to get a duffle bag 'at least I don't think they mean to'

You pack everything that you own up. Shoving clothes and other necessities into the bag while trying to zip it up.

'Im missing something...' Looking around for a minute you remember what you're leaving. Your blanket.

Rummaging into the cupboard you bend down pushing shoes and coats out of the way until you see the blue blanket. Ripped up and dull from being used for so long. It was one of the first things you got when you arrived at the home.

Sighing you stand up and make your way to the lower level. Memories float in your head as you walk. Memories that you're going to have to push away.

You search for a notepad and pencil finding one left on the kitchen table. Doodles and writing coat each page. You find room at the bottom and begin writing.

Dont want to leave without any meaning. You aren't being petty, of course not. You weren't upset because they were caring for him you were upset because you felt like they didn't love you anymore. That they found someone better to take your place and you didn't want to be a bother. So, for that, your gonna take your leave for the sake of space.

After some time of explaining why your presence is gone you rip out the page and place it on the kitchen corner. Nobody was home because your Dads' and Micheal decided to go fishing. Without you.

'Must have been a mistake, forgetting me. That's okay' you tell yourself smoothing out the crunched paper onto the kitchen counter. They were bond to find it here. After any outside activity the first they do when they get home is eat.

The fire place crackles when sudden droplets fall onto the paper. When did you start crying? The tears smudge at the ink making it hard to read. Nonetheless still legible.

You wipe your eyes and adjust the bag on your shoulders. It was getting kinda heavy. Walking to the door you turn around for what feels like the last time and breathe in the scent of cinnamon. A smell you got so used to over the years. Yeah, your gonna miss it. Opening the wooden door a gust of wind sends you gasping as you move your wall coat around to get some what warmer.

'Its so cold. Probably should have gotten another jacket.'

You breathe on last time before stepping out and slamming the door behind you. What you were doing,

was for the greater good.

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@kusuinko

[zombryz]

★ needy ★ a Frieza story pt.4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

TW - mentions of lemon 

Please enjoy ⍟ sorry it took me forever to upload this pls dont hate me

The next morning felt different, not just because you woke up to an alien's arms wrapped around you but still you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You were still lying comfortably in the position you had fallen asleep in the night before. Frieza held you close to his chest, your leg wrapped over his lower abdomen and his tail clung itself to your lower waist. You didn’t want to move, you were so at peace. As you became more awake you noticed your surroundings. The air had shifted slightly and the sun was peering through the window, not like before where the sun seemed distant in the starry filled sky. You heard birds chirping beautifully in the background as you finally fluttered your eyes open. Birds? Wait a minute, you were on Earth! 

The realization caused you to jump up in excitement. As you sat up in bed you found yourself trapped in by Frieza’s tail, you had almost forgotten that you were still a prisoner. There was no way Frieza was just going to let you go, last night didn’t matter to him. His words echoed in the back of your mind, “I will only breed with you this once.” You sighed, melting back down in bed, upset at the world and upset with Frieza. 

“Good morning, my little human companion,” Frieza shifted comfortably and let the grip of his tail tighten around you as he yawned himself awake. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he wasn’t adorable. You grew more annoyed at your situation, wishing you could just take him back to your apartment and keep him there forever. He pulled you away from your thoughts by pulling you into his arms and into a tight embrace. His chin was resting on your forehead. Damn you, Frieza.

“Hello, my Lord,” you smiled at him up at him, unsure if you actually enjoyed calling him that or if you were just trying to mock him. 

“You may have noticed that my ship is docked on your home planet, are you excited to see your friends again?” 

This had to be a test, he’s trying to see where your loyalties lie. You thought to yourself, where do your loyalties lie? Obviously with your friends, last night doesn’t change anything. It can’t change anything. Right? You decided to have the upper hand here, you climbed on top of Frieza straddling him once again. The gesture was sweet unlike last night which was pure sex. 

“I would rather lay here with you for all of eternity,” you leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was brief but pleasant and he didn’t pull away. After a moment you were the one to pull away slowly leaving him wanting more. You played it smart, if Frieza was here with you then he wouldn’t be a threat to your friends. If Goku and Vegeta weren’t back yet then the others wouldn’t stand a chance. Frieza looked you up and down and fixed his eyes on your lips. He was trying to read you to see if you were telling the truth. Luckily, it wasn’t a full lie. You definitely did want to lay with Frieza forever, you could die happy laying here with him getting fucked by him over and over again. 

Frieza’s evil, shameful smile had returned. He brought his pointer finger to your face and shook it up and down, “Ah, tsk, tsk Y/N. I warned you and you should have listened.” His hand formed into an open palm as he held it over your forehead. This was a familiar motion and unfortunately, you knew what was to come next. Your eyes felt heavy and started to close involuntarily. He had drained your energy and you had fallen into a deep sleep. 

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You were very uncomfortable, there was a sudden gust of wind that hit your face waking you from your slumber. You had no idea how long you were out. From what you could tell you were outside now, the sun was shining brightly through your closed eyelids. You attempted to open them but the sun's rays were blinding causing you to pull your hand to your face to shield the sunlight. When you finally adjusted to the brightness you removed your hand from above your head and placed it back down near your knees as you sat up on them. You were on a floating metal platform. Your collar was still around your neck and you felt a chain connected to your hands and feet. You were locked onto the platform, when you looked to your right you saw Frieza’s tail hanging out of what looked like a hover pod. He was hovering just slightly higher than you so you were unable to see his face. There were soldiers surrounding you and looked to be guarding Frieza. You looked down on the hill where the soldiers were facing, you saw all of your friends. Bulma, Whis, and Beerus were standing with Goten and Trunks. Gohan looked injured and was standing over Piccolo, it was hard to see but he looked very injured as well. Krillin was leaning over him with a worried look plastered all over his face. Standing in front of everyone was a very angry Vegeta and Goku, you sighed with relief seeing that the others were in good hands now that they were here. The realization of the situation finally set in, Frieza actually went through with his attack. You weren’t sure what you expected but you had hoped he’d have a change of heart. You were a fool to think that. There wasn’t much you could do so you stared at your friends until one of them noticed you. Goku looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours. His angry face breaking, giving you a slight smile.

“She’s awake, She’s okay!” Goku yelled out for all of the others to hear. The worry in his voice was quickly replaced with relief. You smiled down at him, it was so good to see him again. “Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll be right there to get you!” he added speaking directly to you this time. Vegeta had now fixed his eyes on you also, his eyebrows lifted slightly after seeing that you were okay.

“Monkeys, sadly I do not believe your beloved Y/N is in need of being saved. In fact, I believe you’ll find that she has grown very fond of being with me.”

You looked up at Frieza to see he had left his hover pod. He was now flying on his own and heading towards Goku. You sat up on your palms nervous for what was about to happen.

“Oh yeah? Then why is she tied up against her will?” Goku furrowed his brows at Frieza, he didn’t believe his lies. He began flying up towards Frieza to meet him halfway. This was going to be bad.

They were too high up for you to hear their conversation, it was brief but you could feel its intensity. A few moments later they backed off and began to trade blows. They were clashing at insane speeds and you were no longer able to see their attacks. Vegeta looked very impatient and irritated. He flew up to both of them and Frieza and Goku paused to listen to Vegeta. You were still unable to hear what they were saying to each other. They must’ve come to a conclusion because Vegeta let Goku continue fighting Frieza, this time Goku turned Super Saiyan Blue. You were growing concerned for Frieza, unsure if he was powerful enough to fight Goku. Suddenly it became very bright, it looked like Frieza was also powering up. There was a bright orange aura surrounding him, blinding you and everyone else in the sky. When his aura dimmed he revealed a new form, he was Golden. He was absolutely stunning to say the least, even Goku looked surprised. It didn’t take long for them to begin fighting again. Your eyes tried to follow their dances across the sky and you bit your bottom lip in fear. From what you could tell Goku was losing. Just like that, Goku fell out of the sky returning to his base form. Oh no, you thought. Your heart was racing. Frieza hovered over Goku’s body and it looked like he was preparing to kill him once and for all, you screamed out Frieza’s name with tears in your eyes. Frieza hesitated at the sound of your voice but still sent out a ki blast. His hesitation bought Vegeta time to jump in front of Goku.

Vegeta deflected Frieza’s ki beam sending it into a nearby mountain top. Vegeta powered up to Super Saiyan Blue and began to throw punches at Frieza. He fought with more anger than Goku, knowing the history between them you understood why. They both took off to the air and you lost track of their movements. Goku was returned to the rest of your friends on the hilltop and given a senzu bean. Everyone focused on the fight, even Whis and Beerus who seemed to be unfazed and enjoying something Bulma had brought them to snack on. Within a few moments Goku was up and he must’ve used instant transmission to appear in front of Vegeta and Frieza’s fight which looked to be coming to an end. You had just noticed that Frieza’s men that were surrounding you were no longer there, you were floating alone in the sky. Frieza was on his knees in front of Vegeta who was holding his palm over his exhausted body. Goku was behind them preparing his ultimate kamehameha and you felt your heart shatter in your chest. Goku was going to kill him. You had to do something. You let out a gut wrenching scream calling Goku’s name. The saiyans had never heard so much pain come from you. Vegeta, Goku, and Frieza all turned their heads towards you. Tears were falling down your face, your throat dry and raspy. You were shaking, pulling at your shackles trying to break yourself free.

“STOP! PLEASE!” You yelled, trying your hardest for your voice to reach them. “DON’T KILL HIM!” you cried.

Goku swept in front of Vegeta and grabbed Frieza before he could escape. They had both let their guards down and Goku knew Frieza would have used that against them but he didn’t. Frieza was beat up and was back in his base form, he was in Goku’s grasp and he stared at you slightly confused as to why you were pleading for his life. The three of them flew over to you, Frieza still being held at the shoulder by Goku.

“What is it, Y/N? Are you hurt?” Goku questioned as he got in close enough proximity to you. 

“No, I-I just... Please don’t kill him.” you begged. 

“I don’t understand. Do you even understand who he is, woman?” Vegeta chimed in spitting anger through gritted teeth, fuming that Frieza wasn’t already dead. 

“I know, it's just that,” you paused, unsure how to exactly say the next part, “I care about him.” you said softly, your head dropping low because you couldn’t look them in the eyes. Frieza was their sworn enemy. Vegeta was once his slave. They wouldn’t not kill him just because you care about him, it wasn’t good enough. You allowed yourself to care about Frieza, you gave yourself to him. What would they do if they found out? They would never forgive you. They would see you as their enemy too. There was a long pause before Goku finally decided to speak.

“I don’t know what happened to you up there, Y/N, but I know that no one has ever cared about Frieza. We’ll let him go this time but if he tries anything we will not hesitate to put him back in the ground that he crawled out of” 

Vegeta looked upset with the outcome, he huffed and puffed. “Kakarot, what the -” 

“Oh come on Vegeta, if Frieza trained up to get this strong then we can keep sparring with him and get even stronger.” 

You weren’t really listening to them anymore, your eyes were on Frieza’s. He stared back at you with a look you hadn’t seen before. It was with adoration. No one had ever cared about him before, you were becoming special to him. He may not have a heart but with you he hesitates and he doesn’t understand why. He finally saw what the ‘Monkey’s’ saw in you. It was as if his revenge didn’t matter anymore, you gave him a purpose. Once everyone accepted his fate they escorted him back to Capsule Corp where he was told he had to stay under your watch on probation. If anything got out of hand Goku would be there to stop it. He was also going to be under Vegeta’s roof. You could get used to having Frieza around, this time he’d be the one in a collar. You smirked at the thought.

[canyousayinconsistency]

Why Can’t I Have Him Back?

I had a craving for a specific scenario and thus I provided it for myself, hope yall enjoy.

Sukuna x Curse! Reader | Angst with a small fluffy scene

Warnings: I made the reader be kinda like a butterfly-ish curse so if you dont like that my bad, blood (not too much)

I’ll probably make a part 2 for this, maybe something smutty if im feeling like it

Ever since Itadori fused with the King of Curses, Sukuna, all of the high ranking Jujutsu Sorcerers have been on edge. Not only from the unexpected development of having someone being able to tame such a monster, but also due to the ungodly amount of spiritual energy that had pulsed across the nation at his arrival. The pressure it released had knocked them back, the feeling sending a shiver down their spine as they realized it had been on par with Sukuna, if not even greater.

Despite feeling this unease, no matter what or where they searched nothing and no one was found. While they had constantly worried about this sudden presence they had current matters to attend to, such as the fact of Gojou Satoru’s sealing.

Itadori had run throughout the station, fighting minor curses here and there before coming to a halt from the presence of Mahito, Geto and Jogo. While Itadori and the other shamans around him prepared for a battle he could only watch in confusion as everyone around him, including the major curses in front of him stiffened and shuddered.

A large gust was felt before a hole in the ceiling broke through, crashing down in between the two feuding parties. From the moonlight, almost in a serene manner, a tall woman floated down, her large wings carrying her to settle atop of the debris. The curses behind her held their breath, the sorcerers in front of her tense at her presence, and Itadori shivered in both fear, yet relief?

The woman before him crouched down slightly, her wings settling behind her as she finally opened her eyes. Her bright (e/c) looked as though it was glowing against her black scleras. If you were to look past her demonic features she was quite a beauty, by all standards. Upon closer inspection they noticed her six arms. Her top and bottom arms were grotesquely stretched out behind her, holding onto something, while her middle arms had their hands clasped together. Just behind those arms on her stomach held dark markings, the same that were on Sukuna’s stomach.

Looking around she made eye contact with everyone in the room, tilting her head to the side her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Turning to face the curses behind her everyone noticed how they kneeled before her, their heads not moving an inch to look up at her. However one curse had been so bold as to walk towards her.

“WhO iS tHiS? WeAk? I aM sTrOnGeR!” The garbled voice laughed at her delicate structure. The cursed lunged at her just as she turned to slowly look at them. Just as they jumped she tilted her head slightly to the side, catching the curse midair. The curses gasped and smiled at her display of strength while the shaman prepared for the worse.

The curse choked and groaned as she stared at it more. She tilted her head the other way, watching as the curse slowly became more and more twisted. Finally she frowned, almost like a child who didn’t like their toy, she shook her head and instantly the body was a twisted mess hitting the floor with a wet plop.

Jogo had let out a small cheer before standing up to applaud her. “Amazing! My La-” He was cut off by a gust of wind as he felt her hand cover his mouth. No one moved, too astonished by her sudden movement, it was as though she teleported. 

“Shh…”

He shook under her grip, however her delicate hand gently left him, dropping him to the ground as he tried to gather himself. Sharply turning her head her voice was barely above a whisper as she looked at Itadori.

“Sukuna…?”

In an instant she was in front of the boy who could only watch in fear as she held his head in her hands. Despite her delicate frame her body dwarfed his in size. Once again she whispered her King’s name, her hand gently stroking the marks under Itadori’s eyes. 

“What happened? My Sukuna...you’re not him, but you have him…?”

Her eyebrows furrowed, causing the shamans to jump into action in fear of the fate that Itadori would face, much like the curse from before. However just as they jumped, she held out her hands, catching them in mid air as she continued to look deep into Itadori’s eyes. No. She seems to look through him. 

“M-My Sukuna...give him back to me…”

She whimpered causing everyone to look shocked. Such a fearsome curse was crying. Large black tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed, begging for her King to come back. Itadori flinched as a voice echoed in his head.

“Switch with me.”

He fought back, however it was as though Sukuna was fighting back with a different kind of strength. As she continued to cry she felt a warm palm come to rest against her face, wiping her tears in a way that held such warmth and familiarity. 

“Don’t...cry…”

On the side of Itadori’s cheek was a second mouth which held the voice the woman had wanted to hear for so long. Dropping the shaman to the ground she grabbed his head once more to stare at the mouth of her lover. 

“Sukuna…! S-Sukuna…”

She sobbed quietly, holding Itadori to her chest. Despite being a curse with such monstrous strength, she held him so gently. Her scent felt familiar, yet it shouldn’t have. Bulking, Itadori shoved her back as he coughed up blood, his throat felt as though it were burning. 

It was then everyone noticed the light (colour) pollen that seemed to flutter off of her wings. The many shamans around her covered their mouths, some already falling to the poison as well. The curses behind her seemed to be unaffected, however some of the lesser curses with them started to look uneasy. 

Falling to his knees Itadori grabbed onto his throat, he felt his consciousness fading away slightly before it all went black. Steadily he stood up, now on his face were four bright red eyes that stared up to the woman, the markings on his face slowly turning opaque.

“It’s been a while, hasn't it (y/n)?”

With a gasp the woman lunged at him, engulfing him in her arms. Had this been 1000 years ago she would have been dwarfed by him, but now it was she who held him. She cried out his name, her whimpers of missing him and of how scared she was being heard by all.

“They took you away from me! How long has it been? I’ve only been awake for a few months.”

She stated causing all the remaining shamans to look alarmed. She had been the large awakening they felt those many moons ago. 

“Months? Heh, it’s been much longer, my love. It’s been a thousand years since I’ve returned.”

(y/n) gasped once more, shocked at how long it’s been. However, curses and shaman alike were surprised by his words. His love?

“I-I’m sorry...I should have found you sooner...I-I had to conserve my energy b-because-” 

A small cooing sound echoed in the room as Sukuna looked up at her in shock. Pulling away from him, the arms that had been stretched behind her moved in front of her. Within her arms held a small bundle, pulling down the cloth slightly Sukuna gasped at the sight before him. 

A small boy, only a few months old, gazed at him with strikingly similar red eyes with a black sclera. The baby’s scrunched face gave way to the marks underneath his eyes and down his chubby cheeks. A small hand pushed its way through the buddle which (y/n) quickly held onto, gently rubbing her thumb back and forth the baby’s hand.

“Susumu...say hi to, Papa.”

The woman cooed softly, however it was quickly ruined by the rushing of backup shaman, rushing to the scene and immediately firing off their attacks, all aimed at the woman and the bundle in her hands.

Without hesitation Sukuna blocked their attacks, drawing the two of them close to him before releasing his own attack to knock them all back. As the dust settled a small voice cried as a mother hushed her child but to no avail.

Turning to face his child Sukuna looked down at him owlishly. With a small smile the woman handed the crying child over to his father who held him so gently in his own arms. 

“Hello little one, quite the charmer aren’t you.”

He snickered at the almost toothless grin he received. Sukuna wiggled his fingers in front of his son causing the young boy to laugh however the joy was short lived until Sukuna grunted. In a rush he almost dropped their son, however he quickly gave him back to his mother.

“Damn it...No no no!”

He growled in anger before the markings disappeared leaving behind a confused Itadori. The poison had been cured causing his consciousness to return allowing him to take control once more. Hearing the fussing of a child he turned and looked at the shocked woman as she shakily held a child that reached out to him.

Taking a few confusing steps back the baby frowned before letting out a loud cry, however this time it was different. The loud cry let out a shockwave knocking back everyone and everything, except for his mother who looked down at the ground, tears pooling in her eyes once more. 

She aimlessly tried to soothe her child but their cries wouldn’t stop. Using all of her arms she held the baby close to her chest, soothing the child of the shockwave, but not of his tears. Biting her lip (y/n) looked at Itadori with tears in her eyes.

“W-Why? I don’t understand…”

The teenager opened his mouth however the sound of a liquid hitting the floor caused them all to look at the bleeding wound now coming from her chest. Looking down she noticed how her child no longer cried, but had a frown present on his bloody face. 

“He’s hungry…”

She murmured to herself before extending her wings to fly once again. Floating over she went to the twitching body of a weakened shaman. Looking down at him her hair stabbed through his chest causing him to let out a guttural choking sound before he paled, he skin wrinkled as though he aged significantly. 

“He’s hungry, I have to feed him...Food for Susumu.”

She now hummed looking around at the aray of shamans on the verge of death. Before anyone could breathe her hair stabbed each of them through their chest, each person gagging and gasping before she absorbed their energy. She was moving onto the next row before she felt a presence behind her. Itadori had attempted to punch her away however she easily dodged it. A section of her hair grabbed him by the wrist before holding him in the air.

“Please don’t do that...not while you look like h-him...Not while you look like my husband…”

She whimpered before floating towards the whole she created earlier. Looking back at him with a tearful expression, Itadori felt as though his heart was being taken out of him when she heard her broken sob.

“Why can’t I have him back?”

[samwinchestersgf]

sam winchester - jealous

summary: based off “jealous” by labrinth.

warnings: angst. sad. horrible decisons. drunk!y/n. arguing. fluff. a little bit of smut if you squint.

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sam winchester’s point of view.

you’re soaked.

you’re soaked and you’re twirling around in the middle of the wet field. the heavy raindrops dance across your skin and drip down your face. they trace every crevice of your face. they brush against your cheeks. your clothes cling to you in the most inprobable places.

i’m jealous of the rain.

it’s closer than my hands have been. the only part of you i think i’ve ever touched is your hair. it was soft, and smelled good. as i sit here watching you, i wish i could trickle through your hair like the raindrops do.

i'm jealous of the rain

you rakes your hands through your hair with one hand, while using the other to run the blow dryer up and down your locks. your faced turns into one of mischief and determination within a split second, and you turn toward me. the dryer is pointed at me, blowing hot air in my face.

“put your hands up,” you giggle.

i snort, “you caught me.”

“that’s what you get for watching me, creep.” you joke.

i want to tell you that i just can’t help it. you’re so intoxicating. just the sight of you makes me feel high. you pull me toward you, like gravity pulls bricks down to the ground. even your small, mundane tasks make me estatic.

“you just look pretty.” i tell you.

i can tell by your face that you don’t believe me. you think i’m being nice. i’m not just being nice. you’re stunning. “yeah. okay.”

the frigid air blows at you so fiercely that i think you might float away. you thinks it’s funny. i think it’s adorable how you can laugh at the smallest things. you find joy in nature trying to, quite literally, ambush you. thats one of my favorite things about you. you can make light of even the worst situations.

i’m jealous of the wind.

it ripples through your clothes. it makes yoj laugh without fail every time a big gust of it comes hurdling toward you. you force your eyes shut when they start to sting from the pressure. i take the moment to take a real good glance at you and mentally capture the moment. the wind is pressing up against you, and it’s closer than your shadow.

oh, i'm jealous of the wind.

everytime we go out to random bars, i wish you the best of luck finding a man who’s worth your time. i really mean it. you deserve the best of all this world can give.

“i’m so sorry to bail on you. it’s just... he’s really cute.” you smile awkwardly. “please forgive me.”

“there's nothing to forgive.” i smile back, waving you off.

the next morning, you walk in and gently closes the door. your face is bright pink, and you’re smiling. i look up at you, pretending that i havent been watching the door all night in anticipation.

“so..?”

i know what i want you to say. i want you to be torn up over how sleezy and horrible and rude he was. i want this to make you realize that the only one who could treat you right is me.

“i’m not one to kiss and tell, but...” you bite your lip.

i sigh, and put on a fake smile. “oh, i see.”

“yeah. he was really nice.” you shrug.

“did you get his number?” i ask, internally cursing at myself for letting jealousy slip into my tone. it’s hard for me to admit, but i’m jealous of the way you’re happy without me.

“no.” you shake your head. “we both agreed for it to be a one night thing.”

my heart swells a little bit. “oh, okay.”

another day, another town, another case, another bar, and another empty backseat of the impala on our drive home. i lean my head against the window.

“sam, you really need to get laid or something.” dean teases.

i respond with a grunt.

he scoffs, “i’m serious! what’s stopping you?”

i have to lie. it’s not like i can just outright tell him that i’m too consumed by my own jealousy to do anything. especially if i’m jealous of that random man in the bar that y/n went home with. i only saw him for a second.

“nothing, i guess.”

i stare up at the ceiling while i lay in bed. i’m jealous of every night that i don’t spend with you. i let my mind wonder. where are you; what are you doing?

who are you laying next to?

you walk through the door, and like always, you’re in too good of a mood for me to assume that nothing happened. we make small talk, and you sit across from me as we research the case.

you shut your laptop and clear your throat. “sam?”

“yeah?” i look up, startled by your voice.

“what do you think about hunters dating each other?” you swallow.

i shrug. “hunters dating in general is... not always the smartest idea, i guess.”

“yeah, but, that doesn’t mean it couldn’t work.” you reach.

“i mean, i guess it could but, it’s never really been a good idea in the past, so there’s no reason to start now, you know?” i answer.

“yeah, right...” you go quiet.

another night, another bar, another- you know the drill. i’m starting to get bitter. being jealous is never fun, especially when it’s this intense, and goes on for this long.

another morning, you’re smiling. you dont talk as much, or maybe you do, i’m not sure. i’m distracted by your pretty smile.

at the bar that night, you drink a lot. you’re not normally a heavy drinker. you’ll have one or two, just for a small buzz, but i’ve never really seen you drunk. now, you’re getting there.

“sammmmmmmm.”

“hm?” i ask.

“i wanna go homeeeeee.” you draw out your words.

“wow, are you breaking your streak of never sleeping in the same bed twice in a row?” i tease. “or are you going home with someone else?”

“i’m drunk.” you admit.

“you are.” i nod.

“but i’m not drunk enough to lose all common sense.” you continue.

“okay, and?” i tilt my head.

“i know i don’t wanna go home with a stranger.” you tell me.

“okay then.” i nod.

you finish, “i wanna go home with you.”

i laugh, and tell myself you mean it literally. you literally want me to take you home, not sleep with you. “okay, let’s go.”

once we’re at the motel, you sit next to me on the bed. i raise my eyebrows, but brush it off. you’re drunk. you stare at me for a while, and i try to ignore it, but it eventually gets to me.

“y/n, are you okay? you look like you’re about to-“

your lips smash into mine. they taste like beer and cherries and i don’t think i’ll ever want to pull away. having you pressed up against me is more addicting than i ever couldn’t imagined.

“we shouldn’t be doing this.” i mutter when i pull away.

“sam, i’m in love with you.” you argue.

“you’re drunk out of your mind.” i respond. “this... this is wrong.”

your face turns red from embarrassment as you stand up. “you’re right. i should go.”

“y/n, no-“

you’re already up and out the door. i punch the bed. god, im so stupid. i should’ve made it more clear that i wanted to do it as much as you did. now you’re gone, and you think i hate you.

i call you. i call you 10 times and text you twice as much. you don’t answer. they all go straight to voicemail.

i can’t sleep. i can’t sleep because i’m worried about you. your location’s off on your phone. i, once again, don’t know where you are or who you’re with. it’s all my fault.

when the sun finally peeks about the horizon, my phone rings. i pick it up instantly. i doesn’t even finish ringing once.

“y/n, where are you?!” i ask frantically.

“it doesn’t matter. look, i’m sorry about last night.” you deflect.

“no, no. we need to talk about last night. i-“

“we really don’t. i get it, sam. i shouldn’t have tried to make a move on you. you said that hunters shouldn’t ever date because it’s stupid, and i should’ve listened.” you apologize.

“y/n, thats not what i meant.” i deny.

“seriously, you dont have to lie to spare my feelings. i understand.” you swallow. “i have to go.”

you hang up the phone. i run my hands through my hair. i have to fix this. this is going worse than i ever thought it could. sadly, i can’t do anything until you come back.

and, oh, you come back.

the door opens. you don’t look at me, and i respect your embarrassment. i watch you as you talk to dean about the case and ignore me. i know you know i’m looking at you.

dean leaves to get food. you beg to go with him, but he makes you stay. we sit on opposite sides of the room. you stare at your phone, but i know you’re not doing anything on it because there’s a window behind you, and i can see the reflection of your black screen.

“y/n, i know it’s embarrassing, but we need to talk.” i sigh.

“can you please stop?” you snap.

“huh?”

“i get it, you don’t like me. i’m not your type; i’m like your sister; hunters shouldn’t date. rubbing salt in the wound isn’t making it better, okay?” you raise your voice.

“y/n, i never said that.” i explain.

you don’t let me finish. “you know what, we should forget it. i was drunk and horny and i didn’t mean it.”

“what, so that meant nothing to you?” i feel the shame and anger rise inside me.

you hesitate, “no.”

“of course it didn’t.” i let slip.

“excuse me?” you raise your eyebrows.

“of course it didn’t matter to you, y/n! you’re out every night with a different guy, and i was just one of them, wasn’t i?” i yell.

“are you calling me a slut?!” you accuse.

“did i say that?” i groan.

“you’re insinuating it, sam. i’m not dumb. if you have suchna problem with me going out and having fun, then maybe you should say something about it instead of just letting me do it.” you argue.

“why should i? i don’t care.” i rebuttal.

“i know you don’t, that’s the problem. you don’t care about anybody but yourself.” she spits.

“that’s not true, and we both know it.” i shake my head.

“maybe it wasn’t, but now it is. everything’s all about mister sam winchester.” you declare.

“at least i don’t try to sleep with every guy who gives me an ounce of attention. i thought you were smarter than that, y/n.” i shout.

“i wouldn’t have to if my best friend pulled his head out of his ass and give a damn about anyone but himself.” you respond.

i narrow my eyes. “don’t blame me for your problems.”

“why shouldn’t i? you’re the reason i even started doing that.” your voice cracks the tiniest bit.

“what?”

“i started sleeping with all those guys because you don’t like me, and i’m in love with you, and i needed something to get my mind off of you.” you get quieter.

“you’re in love with me?” i ask quietly.

your eyes tear up. “yeah. its a dumb decision, i know. thats why im leaving.”

“no, don’t-“

“i have to, okay? i cant just... be around you like this anymore. it’s killing me.” i can tell you’re not lying. its tearing you up instead.

i watch as you slip through my hands and try to keep it together. i don’t want to cry. i don’t know what to do. taking a leap of faith, i walk across the room and lay my hand on your shoulder. i turn you around and cup your face, pushing our faces together.

you lean up into the kiss and i’m tasked with keeping you up on your toes. that gets exhausting, so i direct you over to the bed and lay you down. things get more and more intense, and close is never close enough.

“stay.” i breathe against your skin.

“i will.” you respond quietly.

[atomic-bomn]

Crossposted from the taang discord

I JUST HAD THE BESTEST OF IDEAS!!!

I WAS ALWAYS WONDERING HOW A DUNEBABIE WOULD BE EVIL AND OR BE BAD AND I JUST GOT IT! I

IMAGINE IN THIS AU THEY MAKE SUB-BENDING REQUIRE A LICENSE DUE TO HOW POWERFUL SUB-BENDING IS, THIS STARTED OFF AS EASY PUNISHMENT TO NO LICENSE BUT AS CRIMES (Why am i screaming?) Got more intense and the war with involving the earth kingdom (Against pretty much all nations) turns more and more against the earth kingdom The Earth kingdom cops get more and more corrupt/Violent agains all benders (Except Earth benders) and non benders alike and one time

They catch a Certain Earth bender Metal bending (Dunebabie) and since he has pledged his loyalty Against the Earth kingdom for their horrific war crimes they view him as a trader and they want to "Make sure he doesnt do it again" (Beat the hell out of him) and they track him to Air temple island in the middle of the night

(And bring crossbows. Firearms come later in the story) And he realizes what is going to happen so he shoos his little sister and girlfriend off (I do nt even have him fleshed out god forbid you think i have them fleshed out either) and they are on the small dinghy questioning/teasing him and And his little sister to play a prank makes a gust of wind which in turn trips one of the officers making the boat lurch and the officer with the crossbow looses control and accidentally lets it go and it launches out spearing through his girlfriend who tried to Shield the little sister But it pirced through her into little sister (Inspired from X men apocalypse) He rushes up to them and in his anguish he uses metal bending to take Little sis's Meteorite Bracelet and spears through the officers necks using the bracelet he puts it under his feet and floats away coincidentally passing by the street/people that told on him and makes a sentimental speech and then makes a sinkhole to envelop the street

Eventually joining A bad group of ther fankids that I Dont have named yet

[gothfoxx]

a story to a prompt that went too off target but i still liked

But that’s only when you have to deal with rookie heroes and their basic mistakes, not a villain who see a 3 on 1 fight and wants to help. Which was sweet of Torrent, don’t get me wrong, but these kids are C maybe B-class at best and not a threat. So when he burst onto the scene and declared himself my protector it really shouldn’t have been a big surprise. What was surprising was the kids not backing off even though it was better for them to call in a senior hero and follow at a distance!

“Ha, foul villain, you won’t get away from us just because you called in reinforcements!” The loud kid with the super-strength shouted as he punched a chunk of broken concrete towards them.(that’s points off for endangering civilians and not keeping damage down) A blast of water shot the chunk back at the kids, thankfully the kids were pushed back by the gust the first punch made. (The wind has always been easiest for me to control and easiest for others to not take notice of)

The kid that could float pushed off the ground to try to confront Torrent, not a smart move considering he just tossed a object bigger and heavier than her. So guess it’s time to step up and tr- “Stupid hero! You think you can stop me?” Torrent shouts, ok less thinking more doing!

Quick as a sneeze I jump in front of the float kid and pie her in the face with a whip cream pie, Torrent pulls back his attack just in time to miss hitting me or the kid. "Trix, love, let me handle these degenerates. You could get hurt with all this rubble." He calls towards me in a genuinely concerned voice, again sweet but he was messing with my job! I was going to answer but the third hero-kid popped up behind him and used a metal pole to knock Torrent out. Which ok props for taking out an A class villain but now the water he was controlling was going to fall on civilians, a tidal wave worth of water falling hard on bystanders that the kids had ignored(more points taken away, so so so many points) like a pile of bricks.

The strength kid grabs the float girl since she still has cream all over her face blocking her sight and the warp kid pops back to their side to pop them all to safety in the blink of an eye. Um What? Were they just going to leave now? after all this? They were leaving a villain to fall to his unwarranted death, another 'villain' to escape, and towns people to be crushed by a wall of water that they are responsible for. Ok, they fail.

I was going to lose my Joke!Villain job for this but screw it, im a protector of the people first, all people. I let the wind feel my intentions and it whisks Torrent to the roof of a building, water listens to him like a limb listens to the brain but for me? Water bends to my will as easy as breathing. I know that my eyes spark with energy and the wig i use to hide my own has blown off, but that doesnt matter as i send the water into the storm drains and sewers. And since im already sure to lose my job at this point I dont see a reason not to just fix some of these building before they collapse. Concreat lifts back into place and melts seamlessly in place with just a thought, there are gasps as the people who thought they were going to die realize the threat is over and set eyes on the figure that saved them. The new will be all over this before i even get back to base to get chewed out.

"Gaia?" the warp kid and his team mates are behind me as i land on the pavement, they sound so excited but there is a storm brewing inside me that needs to be let ou. "No. No you three dont get to be happy or excited or star struck! You almost died and then you were going to let other people die! You should have popped away as soon as Torrent arrived and informed a senor hero about the incident! I have never had a group fail so badly in a mock encounter, five years of training exercises and never have i had a group put so many people in danger, including themselves!" I shout at them, their awestruck faces turning to frowns and pinched looks. By now police and some full time heroes had made it to the scene so I could leave the kids and mess to them while i went to check on Torrent.

The guy was awake now and looking very hurt when i landed on the edge next to him, "So you didnt need my help?" "no" "And you are actually a hero? "yeah" "Does that mean we were never friends?" "Torren-Cory, you are a lovely guy. You never made Trix feel like a failure or make fun of her, made her smile after fail heists. You were a great friend and im sorry i lied, i was never meant to get to know any real villains but you reached out and were so sweet. I. I never knew if someone was just pretending to be my friend as a kid, people were scared of me or wanted to use me. It was nice to know you just wanted to be a friend because you wanted to know me and not for some other reason. So yeah, you might have made friends with Trix but Trix is me, sorta." He looks away from me for a minute then back at my probably still sparking eyes, "We could leave." I must make a face because he looks sad, "I mean, we could just go and live normal lives. Not even like together together, just...Friends." And wouldnt that be grand? A life away from all the stupid fighting and being monitored because you have world ending power over the elements, no more training snot-nosed privileged kids, just talking about our favorite books and laughing at tv shows. A normal life with probably my only friend.

"Cory, I cant go. They track me, its in my spine where i cant get it out. I want to, i would love to leave with you. But i just cant." I hope he knows that i mean it, how ive thought about leaving before, going to his lair and just never leaving as Gaia again. We dont have a lot of time left before another hero comes up here to check things out so i reach over and squeeze his hand. "Live a good life for both of us ok." Neither of us address the tears we're both shedding, this got too real too fast for either of us in truth, "I'll make a good life and ill find a way to get you help." he declares as he stands, water pooling under his feet and raising him into the air. It hurts, I lost a friend and my freedom today, being a joke!villain was the only time i didnt have a voice speaking in my ear. I hope you keep your promise.

[thataveragewriter]

Dragon!Hanzo x reader - I’m here for you. Pt 2

A/N: It’s finally finished!! Combined these asks and I’ve gotten such supportive encouragements for this and here it is! Thank you for all the kind comments and messages, I hope this turned out well!!

words:1700+ 

part 1 

After that fateful confrontation, the atmosphere in the Shimada palace changed for the better. The once tense and uncomfortable ambiance was now replaced with hope and love. You had become much closer and affectionate to your husband, Hanzo. You were always seen accompanying him during tea in the garden and having a peaceful stroll through the palace, smiling and arms linked with the eldest Shimada. You have grown accustomed to his small ways of affection. Whether it be through the gentle squeeze he would give whilst holding your hands or the soft gentle kisses he would give you to show his endless love. Appreciating his every effort of showing you how much you mean to him and the relief he feels that you are no longer afraid of him, caused him endless solace.

It didn’t need a trained eye to see Hanzo’s demeanour changed from when you opened up and was reassured. The feelings he had harboured for you was finally shown through your intimate nights together. Where soft kisses would be trailed along your jaw and his large hand would caress the curves of your figure, it would be a heated moment the pair of you would share all your passion for each other. Where you once thought the eldest shimada was incapable of sharing intimate compliments, those nights you would be showered with praises and admirations as he would huskily breathe out “My love, your beauty exceeds that of any cherry blossoms in this world” or when you would really excite him by leaving love bites he would chuckle and utter “don’t expect to go unmarked by my love tonight, my dear [y/n] “.

Despite all the love he showed, the gentle affection he would give, it was always at the back of your mind of his other form. Neither of you had mentioned it nor has it been brought up. Instead of fear and distress, curiosity began forming and clouding your mind with immense interest in the curse. Was it a curse or a blessing? It could be argued it was both. A curse for intimidating and striking fear in everyone who may cross paths and the individual would live a life of solitude and loneliness. However it is a blessing by allowing them to protect the ones they love from harm’s way. It was almost embarrassing thinking you were afraid of such a gentle man despite him possessing the form of a fabled creature.

It was a clear night, moon bright and full of mysteries. It’s shone in a brilliant white light, casting delicately over everything in the garden. You were sitting on the wooden porch with a warm cup of tea. Its floral aroma drifted through your nostrils as you heaved a sigh of content. You were accompanied by your lover. Hanzo’s arm wrapped snugly around your form as you leaned against his shoulder, you could feel his soothing warmth radiate and transfer through the contact. You stared out in the open garden a soft smile visible on your features. Your mind submerged in curiosity and an almost desperate plea to satisfy your interest you decided you would arouse the question.

“Hanzo…” you began shyly and looking away from him. 

“Yes, my love?” Hanzo spoke in his soothing yet low tone. He looked down at your form with love in his eyes and a gentle smile graced his strong features.

“I…will I ever see your… other form?” you asked, feeling self-conscious for asking it a little too bluntly.

A moment of silence passed as Hanzo collected his thoughts. Why would you want to see the form that previously terrified you?

“Why would you want to see it, my flower? It is not a form I am pleased to possess and had previously been the cause for your discontent” He said as he retracted his arm and looked at your with a curious gaze. You sighed and turned to him. 

“I feel as though… I don’t know all that there is to know about you and what you possess. I want to know everything about you as you know everything about me, Han” you said as you gazed you at him with your hand reaching for his for comfort. You smiled, reassuring him it was fine and you wouldn’t be scared of him anymore. Hanzo looked away for a moment, to avoid your tender gaze.

“But…what if… you become afraid of me …again” He said timidly, looking away in a sad manner. It ached your heart knowing you had caused him feelings of guilt for being afraid of him. You would not be afraid of the man you love, despite what he possessed.

“Han, look at me please” you reached your other hand and softly turned his cheek toward you. His eyes clouded with worry and doubt as he stared down at your intertwined hands.

“It was foolish of me to be afraid of a man who only wanted to love and comfort me. I love you Han, every single part of you. And I want you to know, I’ll love you no matter your form. You’ll still be my beloved Hanzo” you smile at him and give his hand a soft squeeze for comfort.

He lifted his gaze to meet your loving eyes. Hanzo could feel the sincerity and love in your eyes, he knew he could trust your words yet he seemed unsure. There was traces of a smile visible.

“If you’re utmost positive you can handle it, [y/n]. I don’t wish cause anymore distraught to you.” He said solemnly as he stared deeply into your soul, heavy emotions filled each of his words.

“You won’t cause me any harm and I believe that, Han. I can handle it” You smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

Hanzo heaved a heavy sigh, letting go of your hands and looked out at the garden before him whilst standing up.

“Very well, if that is what you wish” He said as looked down at with a ghost of a smile and held out his arm.

You took it and he helped you up. Your lover began guiding you to the open space in the garden surrounded by green foliage and an aged bonsai tree which overshadowed the path. You admired the beauty of the garden and its well-kept conditions. As you passed the small pond which held numerous elegant koi fishes, you adored the soft reflection of the moonlight on the calm waters, it graced the garden with its mystic light. Hanzo stopped at a spherical clearing, where you two had often spent your afternoon together. He turned with his larger hand still intertwined with your fingers.

“My dear, I must ask you to close your eyes for a moment.” He spoke softly as he slowly let go of your hand. You nodded and covered your eyes with both your palms.

Then, you felt the rush of a strong gust. Your hair fluttered like crazy in the rushing winds, curiosity filled your mind as temptation encouraged you to remove your hands. A new sensation surged through you as if the aura of the surrounding changed to something more majestic and mystical. You awaited for any signs from Hanzo, nothing. The wind had calmed down, yet there was a slight difference in the atmosphere.

“You may open your eyes, beloved” Hanzo’s voice spoke in your mind.

It was an odd feeling yet you relaxed at the sound of his soothing voice and slowly removed your hands. Slowly your eyes fluttered open and widen in awe. Before you was the great form of a deep sapphire serpent, lined with golden streaks. The mane glistened in the moonlight with a brilliant golden hue, illuminating the surroundings. He floated above the ground which explained why you didn’t feel any vibrations on the ground. The golden whiskers drifted softly in the direction of the wind as his eyes held an intense orange glow. This was the feared yet worshipped form of your lover.

You began approaching the fabled form of the shimada clan. His eyes carefully watched you as you closed the distance between you two. Your eyes held excitement and wonder at the mystical being in front of you, your smile was subtle and showed no signs of fear. It relieved Hanzo seeing your relaxed features. Slowly, you reached your hand to touch his snout. He allowed you by bowing his head. It was a sign for both acceptance and respect he held for you. Your hand came in contact with the cold scales that covered his body as you softly brushed it. The smile on your face widened.

“You’re beautiful” You said in a soft voice, not sure if he heard you or not.

Hanzo huffed out through his large nostrils which caused you to giggle as you felt the dampness on your hand.

“I am relieved you are not afraid of me, my blossom” He spoke telepathically, his intense eyes softened as they stared at you.

You giggled again and placed a small peck on the tip of his snout.

“How can I be afraid of such a wholesome man?” you giggle as he snuggled closer to your touch and let out a soft hum.  

“Do you wish for me to change back?” he asked, worried if you didn’t prefer this from.

You shook your head and retracted your arm, looking out at the brilliant white moon. Then moved your gaze back up to his eyes as he watched you intently.

“I wish to spend this evening with you… in this form… if you don’t mind” you spoke shyly, glancing away from him.

It warmed Hanzo’s heart hearing such reassuring word come from you. Even if he despised this form, it was comforting knowing you had accepted him with loving arms.

Upon hearing this, Hanzo’s serpent body slipped around your form and sat down. He looked up as to beckon you to join him. You smiled and kneeled down and resting against his mass body of scales. He surrounded your body with his lean form to protect you from any harsh winds and laid his head by your lap. You softly traced against his scales and became accustomed to the new sensation.

“I love you, my dear blossom” Hanzo spoke contently as he shut his eyes.

“I love you too, Han” You say as you gently place another kiss on nose for which he hummed.

.

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[bisummers]

buffy/willow: the flight of the cacti

summary: Buffy returns home from her run to find Willow entertaining herself with their plants. btvs femslash secret santa for @lesbidar I love you and thanks you for setting us this secret santa for all of us!! <3

"Hey Will, I'm back," Buffy calls out as she closes their front door behind her. 

The living room is empty.

Buffy pouts slightly and walks towards their bedroom. She hopes Willow isn't mad at her for disappearing into a two-hour endurance run first thing in the morning. And for not kissing her good morning. And for not kissing her good bye. She huffs at herself with guilt.

The bedroom is empty too.

"Willow?" she asks the house as she moves into the kitchen. Still no answer and no Willow. Buffy walks towards the back of their apartment and spots Willow's silhouette in the sun-drenched curtain covering the glass door to the balcony. She stops in her tracks--taking in the Kodac moment--considering what to do. At best, Willow is meditating and didn't actually hear her. At worse, she is willfully ignoring her. She wants so badly to apologize and tell Willow she just didn't want to wake her, but that is a half-truth and she doesn’t want to bring up the real reason unless absolutely necessary. Regardless, she couldn't avoid her forever.

Buffy pushes the curtain aside to open the glass door and realizes Willow is surrounded by all of their potted plants, softly floating and swinging in the air.

"Hey Will. What's with the cacti choreography?" she asks, momentarily amused, and leans in to give her a small peck on the cheek.

"Oh, hi Buffy! I didn't hear you come in." Willow's fingers make a twitchy movement and the plants softly float back to their intended spot on the table. "I was just... entertaining myself. Trying to clear my head."

"Why did your head need clearing?"

"Me? Oh well, it's no big--"

"Was it me?" Buffy interrupts. "I'm sorry about the silent exit this morning. I just--"

"No, it wasn't you," Willow interrupts back.

"Oh okay."

They both stand still, not staring at each other, not quite knowing what to say.

"Today's the anniversary, you know... of Tara's death."

"Yeah, I remembered."

"I lost her that day and I-- I almost lost you, too. When I woke up today and you weren't there, I did freak for a second."

"Oh Will, I'm sorry!"

"No, it's okay. I'm upset at myself. I don't like thinking all these..." Willow trails off, gathering her thoughts. Buffy waits patiently. "I think about everything that had to happen for us to be together and I feel... guilty."

Her words fall heavy in the space between them. A gust of wind envelops them for a few seconds and then everything goes still again.

"I know this might sound weird coming from me, Destiny-Gal, who knows The Powers That Be puppeteer us whenever they deem fit, but... I dont think everything happens for a reason. Tara's death was awful and pointless and unfair. Us being together is wonderful and lucky... and unrelated." She emphasized the last word and gives it a second to sink in.

"I get it, though. I do. That's kind of the reason I dashed out of here this morning. I literally tried to run away from my thoughts." She throws Willow a sheepish smirk and Willow gives back a faint smile. She cups her hands over Buffy's face and gives her a kiss.

"Mhmmh sweaty."

Buffy laughs. "I love you."

"I love you."

"Can you make the plants dance again? It was pretty."

Willow gives her that Signature Willow Grin that always makes Buffy's heart flutter and turns to work her magic on the pots. Buffy lays her head on Willow's shoulder and wraps her fingers through Willow's idle hand. They watch silently as the cacti sway in circles. 

[queendeanofpie]

Heyyy wanted to let you guys know that the beautiful magiesheartlove inspired this! I hope you guys like it because a Balto!Au is perfect for these two! 

@magiesheartlove You beautiful girl ;)

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"Cmon Lance! We can still catch the end of the race." Keith yelled excitedly

He raced along running as fast as he could his large paws carrying him farther and farther.

He could hear the shouts of the men and barks of the dogs and it sent a shiver of excitement up him. He laughed taking off as he leapt from pole to pole his friend flying after him.

"No no no I am a delicate country bird . .  I hate going into town" Lance grumbled

Keith threw a grin over his shoulder at the bird

"Ahhh come on, whats the worst that could happen?" He asked innocently before laughing as he sprang off of a barrel. Lance shrieked grabbing his tail but Keith grinned flicking him off.

"Please! Why do I let you talk me into these things!" Lance yelled as he landed into a pair of pants on a cloths line. Keith jumped grabbing the clothesline and used his momentum to swing to the other side.

He grabbed lance setting him down but the goose slipped sliding down the roof. He landed on a rack of moose antlers and yelled at someone pulling out his tail feathers.

"What-" Lance grabbed his tail feathers back.

The comment, however, died in his throat when the man pulled out a large cutting knife. The man held up the knife the swing lining up with his neck but then Lance was being yanked back out by Keith.

"Bring that back you theif!" The man yelled but Keith laughed already bounding onto the next roof.

"You are putting me down now? Huh mr. Golden retriever?" Lance mumbled his voice muffled by Keith's mouth.

"Oh yeah, yeah What ever you say Lance" Keith sighed tossing the goose out of his mouth and making a face as he spit out a couple feathers.

He shook his head before taking off again. Lance followed rolling his eyes "Every time there is a race you run around like your in it" He complained

"One day . . . I will be" Keith replied wistfully He grinned as he slid down a narrow roof and jumping down into and open window. He walked out side ears perked as he listened for the announcer.

"Lance Sanchez is no Spring chicken!" Lance yelped as he slid down into the huge pile of snow next to the building He shivered shaking the snow off his feathers "or a spring penguin!" He added shaking his head.

Keith rolled his eyes taking another moment to catch his breath. Lance grumbled before flying up onto his back. As far as he was concerned it was the safest.

"Look! The two mile mark!" A man announced yelling over the cheers of a crowd.

"C'mon we dont want to miss the end!" Keith said brightening up. He took off heading for where the finish line would be.

"Woah no way that would be Trágico" he paused "I was being sarcastic" He added.

Keith laughed running ahead Lance still bouncing on his back. Keith's thoughts started to wander as he started thinking of a certain husky.

"Do you think  . . Allura will be there?" He threw over his shoulder hopefully

"Oh you mean that spicy strawberry blond husky you talk about about all the time? Amigo you are love struck" Lance said rolling his eyes

"No i'm not . . .She's just nice" Keith mumbled ducking his head bashfully

"Oh sure!" Lance laughed Keith hushed him as his ears began to pick up the race. He raced forward and Lance huffed grabbing onto his neck to hold on.

Keith came out of the shadows Lance moving to sit up on the fence shaking out his feathers.

"Allura! Stay girl!" A shout rose over the crowd and Keith immediately looked for the source hearing the familiar name.

Keith's brain stopped working instantly. Allura was smiling while her owner Pidge was hugging her giggling waving a mushers hat in her other hand. Allura noticed and smiled over at him her blue eyes sparking.

A sudden gust of wind from the dogs racing past suddenly tore the hat from Pidge's grip.

"My hat!" Pidge tried to grab her hat but Allura grabbed her sleeve in her teeth.

Keith watched the hat float upward resting just a few feet in front of the finish line. He looked back and forth between Pidge's upset look and Allura sad one and he knew what he was going to do.

He took off Lance shouting after him in Spanish but Keith ignored it. He pulled ahead feeling his pulse racing as he passed the musher and eventually the first line of dogs

"It's that stray dog! He'll ruin the race!" Some one yelled causing Keith to wince. He closed his eyes flattening his ears and growled before opening them and pushing on.

He was approaching the lead dog now. Lotor, who gave him a sneer. Keith had managed to ignore all the other dogs in the team but it was harder to ignore Lotor. The malamute unnerved him to no end.

"Oh no!" Lance cried before flying over head trying to catch up to the wolf hybrid. Lotor snapped at Keith a enraged look on his face.

"Out of my way Lobo!" He growled before trying to bite him and trip him up. Keith gave him a wolfish grin as he dodged it. He lunged ahead and grabbed the hat before running out of the way of the sled and letting him win.

Lance waddled over to him crossing his wings and huffing at him. "When will you learn to stay on the side lines eh?" He asked

Keith shook his head still gripping the hat and slowly walks over to Pidge to return it.

"Keith! What a crazy thing to do! and just to show off for a pretty girl" Pidge grinned taking her hat. Keith grinned softly while looking over at Allura with soft eyes. She looked back warmly

"I'm sure Allura would love to have you on our team!" She exclaimed holding up the harness for him. Keith examined it curiously. Was he really going to get to do this?

He gingerly lifted a paw to try to help her put the harness on him but he was interrupted by a large man grabbing pidge away from him

"Hey hey hey!Pidge  honey stay away from him" The man warned He started to kick know at him and Keith felt his stomach drop as he slunk out of the harness ashamed.

"Dad!" Pidge cried reaching for him as he sadly started to walk away.

"I'm sorry but he might bite you, He's part wolf" The man explained

Keith visibly winced hearing that word. He lowered his head and slowly walked away. He was about to slink back home when another voice caught his ear.

"Hi there Allura, Enjoy the race?" A deep voice purred.

Keith looked back feeling a pang of sadness hit him in the heart. Lotor was talking to Jenna and she didnt look like she was trying to get away.

"Yeah, almost as much as you did" She replied coolly making Keith sigh.

Keith walked away slowly his long tail brushing the ground.

"Thanks jenna!, Let's go celebrate, I know where all the bones are buried" Lotors voice echoed in his ears and Keith winced finally taking off so he wouldn't be in earshot.

The more Keith walked away the more his head lowered. Sometimes he wondered why he even tried. Lotor always managed to get Allura's attention and he got shunned.

Lance looked like he was going to say something. He opened his mouth closing it for a second before opening it again and closing it. Keith sighed turning away feeling a bit better that his friend was trying to cheer him up, even if he failed

The shouts of Pidge calling Jenna caught his attention once more and in an instant all thoughts of rejection were gone. Keith gave a smile and took off making sure Lance was following.

He jumped through a hole in the fence before trying to skid to a stop realizing he wasnt in the alley anymore. Allura looked up surprised as Keith skidded to a stop in front of her their noses touching in an accidental Eskimo kiss.

"Ohh" Was all Allura could say

Keith realized what happened and felt his ears droop as he skidded back an inch or two in embarrassment. He chuckled nervously not knowing what to say.

"U-uh Allura . . .uh . . heh" Keith stammered. Allura smiled and Keith felt his heart soar. Maybe he had trouble getting to the race and seeing Lotor always made him upset but seeing Allura made it worth it somehow.

"Lura! Come on!" A voice suddenly called Allura turned for a second seeing her black and white haired male calling her Pidge smiling next to her.

Allura turned back but to her surprise the handsome wolf-hybrid was gone. She sniffed around going into the hold in the fence still not seeing him but Pidge called her again.

She sighed giving the alley a longing look before leaving barking a greeting to Pidge. Keith shook his head squeezing his eyes shut before taking off back through the alley way.

He slowed to a walk as he caught back up with Lance who had the smarts to stay back. They walked along and Lance shook his head putting a wing on his friends back.

"Keith, Amigo I am sorry but there are some things I can't do for you. I am goose not Cupid" Lance said

"Yeah" Keith mumbled quietly

"Didn't make the team . . Bingo" A deep voice suddenly taunted from behind

Lance froze and Keith felt his chest swell with anger. He was just fine until Lotor decided to show up. He came to a dead stop and Lance got in front of him.

"Don't listen to him, Don't look at him. Live a long life" Lance ordered Keith growled quietly to himself before spinning around with a look of anger

"My name . . is Keith" He spat

Lotor smirked as he walked further into the alley but Lance let out an aggravated sigh.

"But you can call him. Idiot" Lance mumbled  through gritted teeth shaking his head

"I'm sorry Keith . .Keith the half breed" Lotor sauntered past the rest of the gang emerging into the alley. Star, Kaltag, and Nikki laughed as they came up behind Keith.

Lotor smirked walking over to lance who now took a defensive stance glaring at the large malamute

"Hey goose! You a half-breed too?" Lotor asked his nose stopping just inches in front of Lance.

"Oh no" Lance muttered

"Part . . . . Turkey?" Lotor suddenly shoved Lance backward the short goose falling into a roasting pan and the lid falling on top of him.

"Good word play dere boss" Nikki chuckled

"You are the wittiest, the quickest. Your the drollest the cleverest . . the sharpest, Your the most hilarious . . ." Kaltag laughed

"You crack me up!" Star finished laughing hysterically Kaltag smacked him on the head and the dog fell passing out.

"Lotor! Leave Lance out of this!" Keith growled standing in front of Lance protectively

Keith compared to Lotor was a lot smaller and the size difference was painfully obvious to Lance. He knew Keith would stand no chance.

"Awww Keith" Lotor taunted walking away. His bushy tail slapped his face and keiths face  controrted into a look of anger.

Lance silently touched a wing to Keiths tail, his touch barely calming him down, but enough for him not to launch after Lotor.

"I've got a message for your mother" Lotor lifted his mouth letting out a ridiculous howl. Star, Kaltag and Nikki all laughed before joining in howling with him.

Nothing lance did would stop Keith now. He narrowed his eyes and growled the sound somehow deepening in his throat as he started to stalk towards Lotor.

"What's wolf for 'Go chase your tail'?" Star asked drawing Keith's attention.

Keith snarled pinning his ears back at them and Lance jumped up grabbing his tail trying to stop him

"Keith stop woahhh!" He yelled his attempt to stop him not effecting him at all.

"Get him" Lotor said calmly The other three began to bark at Keith but he ignored him his eyes focusing on Lotor.

"Get out of here, Wolf dog. You'd better get back to your pack" Lotor sneered disgust showing in his eyes.

He leaned down until he was right in Keiths face, Keith's furious gaze meeting Lotor's smug one. It was interrupted by Lance suddenly pushing Keith backward shocking Keith

"Maybe its the unrelenting fear talking but i'm seeing wisdom in this advice, Can we go? NOW" Lance said quickly pushing him backward.

Just like that all the anger drained out of Keith. It was stupid and pointless. Keith wasn't good enough to fight Lotor, He wouldn't win. Lance was right.

Keith's anger fell way to defeat and he lowered his head sadly turning away and squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't feel like seeing the look on their face.

Keith felt snow suddenly start landing on him and his heart dropped into his stomach as he realized they were kicking it on him. He sighed shaking his head and getting some of the snow off.

A rock suddenly hit between his shoulder blades and Keith stumbled loosing his balance and falling into a couple of trash cans and planks

It made a clang and Keith jumped up ashamed taking off Lance taking off after him just on his heels.

He kept running and running until he was out of breath. Keith looked up to find himself outside of town.

He looked down his run now slowing to a very slow depressed walk. He headed towards his boat every bone in his body begginning to feel wore out.

Keith froze eyes snapping shut as he lifted his nose sniffing the air. He turned ears coming to attention but they went flat seeing what he smelled.

It was a pack of wolves out on the hill. One of them howled at him but Keith backed away ashamed. He couldn't howl like they could. He never even attemted it.

They disappeared and he shook his head his tail brushing the ground as he walked towards his home.

"Not a dog . . . Not a wolf. All he knows is what he's not. If only he could see what he is" Lance sighed watching the wolves disappear.

~~~

Keith felt better now, sitting out on the bow of the ship watching the Alaskan sunset.

"and what is so interesting?" Lance asked seeing the familar look on his friends face.

"Allura" Keith sighed.

"Ahh is love" Lance smiled "So go make a move! When the angels balalaika's strum the sweet song of love, Tango!" Lance urged him tangoing for a few seconds

"Nah . . she's not my type" Keith mumbled his head lowering as he thought of his wolf heritage.

"And why not? This wolf business again? and what's wrong with being half and half I like to know!. Sometime I wish like crazy i was half eagle!" Lance exclaimed grinning

"Why?" Keith asked the corners of his mouth lifting up

"Better profile for one thing" Lance huffed striking a pose smirking "And no one eats you for another"

Keith chuckled before going back to watching the sunset. Maybe Lance was right.

~~~

Allura paced out side the window nervously. Her human, Pidge was in there with all the other children and she didnt like it.

She barked hoping to gain Pidge's attention and smiled when the little girl looked up.

"Jenna? Jenna! Jenna! Hi girl!" the little girl squealed jumping up and grabbing a coat opening the door to great her dog.

Almost immediately she started coughing and Allura nuzzled her hand worried. Her father came out wrapping up the girl quickly

"Pidge! Pidge come on, Your gonna catch your death out here honey" Her dad ushered her in and she looked back at allura with a sad look

"Come on honey the doctor's waiting" Her dad said softly as the door swung shut leaving Allura standing in it's shadow.

Allura ran from window to window looking for pidge until she finally found one seeing pidge being led into a small room with a man in a white coat.

Allura watched nervously looking between the doctor and her kid's parents. Pidge coughed and the doctor exchanged a worried look with her parents.

"Allura?" came a slightly high voice behind her

"Uh . . Allura" She turned seeing Keith but he was the least of worries right now.

She turned back to the window worried

"Keith . .hi" She said distracted. She watched as the doctor was talking to Pidge's parents

"Hi look . . uh maybe it's a shot in the dark, but I uhh . . I was wondering if you'd . . maybe like . .to go chase a few sticks by moonlight?" Keith asked hopefully chuckling

Allura heard him but it didn't really register as she watched her girl's mom hug her tightly. Something was wrong, she could feel it.

"Allura?" Keith asked seeing her upset look

"Pidge is in there" Allura said softly

Keith jumped up next to her instantly a concerned look on his face. He looked over at her in worry

"in the hospital? Why?" He asked

"She feels warm . . . she has a terrible cough, Keith what's wrong with her?" she asked looking up at him with a helpless face.

Keith felt his heart sink at the fear and worry in Allura's face. He sighed looking back at Pidge but a thought struck him.

"I don't know but . . I know how to find out. Come on" He motioned for her to follow him and hopped down from the window heading around toward the back.

He smiled motioning to a wooden door "I have the keys to the city" He extended a nail lifting up the nail in the locked effectively opening the door and held out his paw

"After you" He smiled politely

Allura nodded and began to walk in noticing his large paws. "Keith" she breathed truthfully she like them and thought they were amazing but Keith coughed embarrassed.

"ah hehe, big paws kinda run in my family" He muttered walking ahead of her and trying to hide his burning face "At least . . .one side of my family" He finished softly turning away.

He walked into the boiler room and turned into a tunnel before checking to see if Allura was following him.

He turned just as she came up on his side and he blinked in surprise

"Stay close" He said before slowly navigating through the darkness.

"He no problem there, It's so gloomy down here . . . . not that I'm scared or anything" She added quickly as she followed his long tail through the gloomy mustyness.

Allura jumped almost running into a spider web. It was suddenly swept away as Keith looked back shaking the cobweb off his tail with a smile

"Gloomy? You kiddin? It's the most beautiful spot in the world! Dogs travel for years just to be right here" He said brightly lifting a cloth off her nose with a large paw

The moved along under the boards allura looked around starting to feel a little creeped out the more she looked around.

"here? I can't see why" Allura murmured still trying to stay optimistic. Keith was certainly acting weird but she was hoping he knew what he was doing.

"That's cause your looking at the bowl half empty" Keith whispered playfully pushing a big pile of broken bottles up

Keith could tell Allura was starting to think he was crazy and he wanted to laugh. He couldn't wait to see her reaction. He stepped in front of the light casting the bottles in darkness

"You see this? It's the polar ice caps" He grinned

"Keith those are broken bottles. And their not half empty, their all empty" Allura replied slowly as if trying to be polite

"The sun . . . " Keith continued motioning to the light behind him from the grating.

"Keith!" Allura exclaimed the corners of her mouth lifting up

Keith moved away causing the light to hit the bottles "And to the north . . . "

The reflection of the bottle caps shone on the oppposite grey wall revealing a dancing mirage of green and purple lights. Allura gasped in surprise her eyes lighting up making his heart pick up.

"The northern lights" She breathed turning to him eyes sparkling "Oh keith you were right it's so beautiful" She exclaimed still staring at the.

The lights seemed to reflect off Allura's sky blue eyes and Keith couldn't help but find himself nodding in agreement. He stared at her with a knowing smile.

"Yeah" He said softly "Beautiful"

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[inkstainedfanfics]

I Still Love You

Request: I Still Exist is so amazing! I was wondering if you would consider doing a part 2? Actually, I BEG YOU PLEASE😂🙏🏻😍 I need that happy end🌞 PLUS other lovely comments

Word Count: 2,297

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Part 1   |   Part 3

Tag List: @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @fangirlingandcrying @ryeosomnia (idk why it won’t tag you but I hope it somehow works)

As though… as though he means to marry you.

You drop the journal back onto the table, shock, guilt, and excitement mixing into a terrible concoction that makes you want to both fall onto the ground crying and start jumping up and down squealing. Instead of either, you just lean against the table with one hand, shaking. Marriage. Newt wants to marry you.

Everything around you, every smell bubbling out of the boiling liquids nearby, every creature sound creeping out of the fields, the pain of every splinter of wood poking into your palm… it all fades, becoming nothing more than forgotten thoughts as a picture of Newt in a tux at the front of a church paints itself in your mind.

You see his fingers fidgeting with the corner of his black jacket, hair still messy despite his mother’s obvious attempts to corral it into something proper for a wedding, eyes gleaming. You can picture the way a warm smile replaces his nervous grin when you reach the aisle and meet his eyes. You imagine him taking your hand into his as his long fingers slide a thin ring onto your left hand while he promises to love you forever.

You sink to the ground, eyes wide, unable to breathe. The two of you never discussed marriage, not seriously, at least. It’s not that you don’t want to marry Newt. In fact, it’s the exact opposite: You’re realizing just how desperately you want to be with him. How desperately you want to wake up with one of his arms carelessly slung over you every morning. How desperately you want to be the one he whispers jokes to at parties the two of you are forced to attend for Theseus. How desperately you want to know that he’ll be there to help you up when you’re old and teach your children to walk and kiss you at random times in the day.

You want Newt, there’s no two ways about it. You want Newt, and you may have just lost him with your impatience.

You surge to your feet, rushing to the case’s entrance and climbing out. You roll to the side, onto the bedroom floor, and hop to your feet.

Tina yelps when you slam the door open and rush into the kitchen.

You don’t bother to say anything about it, getting straight to the most important question. “Where’s Newt?”

She furrows her brows but points to the door. “He went out a few hours ago. Is everything okay?”

“No.” You mutter, starting past her.

She grabs your arm, yanking you back. “Where are you going? And,” she wrinkles her nose, “don’t you think you should change first?”

Your hands tremble. “Did he say where he was going?”

Tina’s grip tightens on your arm as though she fears you’ll tear away before she learns what’s happening. “To the store. He said he had something to pick up. What’s going on?”

You close your eyes. “We got in a fight. It’s my fault. I need to apologize.”

Understanding dawns on Tina’s face, but she tugs you away from the door’s handle. “You should probably shower first.”

You blush, anger flaring at how rude she’s being.

“I think,” she murmurs, leaning around to look at your back and grimacing, “no, know, that you sat in something.”

Shit. You can’t go out in public like that, but you also have more important worries.

“But Newt…”

“Isn’t going to leave you.” Tina finishes for you.

You bite your lip, that terror of not having the wedding you’d pictured returning.

“I promise he won’t. If he does, I’ll track him down and drag him back to you.” Her eyes soften when you don’t laugh. “He loves you. He’s not going anywhere.”

She lets go of your arm as you drop your gaze to the ground, trying to slow your heartbeat.

“Are you sure?” You whisper, picking at your nails. It’s a nervous habit you can’t seem to break.

“I’m sure. Now go. Take your time and calm down.” Tina reaches for your hand, pulling it from the other before you can draw blood and squeezing it once. “Newt loves you. One fight isn’t going to ruin that.”

You nod, unsure but wanting to believe what she’s saying.

“I’ll get you an outfit, okay? Just go take a hot shower and relax.”

“All right.” You murmur, giving in to her requests. She’s right; you know you’re overreacting.

You strip down when the bathroom door clicks behind you. Kicking your clothes to the corner, you flip on the faucet and wait a few seconds. The water is hot when you step in, drawing an audible sigh from you when the water hits your bare back. You hadn’t realized how sore you were until now as the knots in your shoulders and along your spine seem to untangle themselves.

You scrub the field dirt from your arms with Tina’s lavender soap. The smell wafts up, and you take a deep breath of it, holding it until your body forces it out. Your breath mixes with the steam filling the room, creating a fog that surrounds you like a cloud.

All the while, you picture Newt. How he would look with a gold ring on his left hand, how he would hold a little baby girl to his chest, how he would shine when you called him your husband.

Your chest aches with a desire you’d never considered before. You can’t deny that Newt is the love of your life. You’d known from the moment you’d met him, cliché as it sounds. He’s the greatest man you’ve ever known, the only person that has earned every ounce of your respect. You pray that he feels the same.

You rinse the final bubbles of shampoo from your hair, stepping onto the white tile. A trail of puddles follow you to the door. At some point during your daydreaming, Tina placed a towel and a pile of your clothes in the room, just in front of the door. You scrub the water from your face first with the rough towel, taking a deep breath and blowing it out before drying off the rest of your body.

Lifting the clothes, you realize all Tina’s brought you is a dress. It’s your favorite dress, a black halter-top covered in tiny red flowers that fits you better than anything else you’ve ever tried on, but you frown. You don’t feel like running around New York in it. It’s all she’s brought, though, and the panic is returning, begging you to hurry, so you slide it on and squeeze the final droplets of water from your hair.

You yank the bathroom door open, shivering as the apartment’s cold air hits you. A pair of short heels, the ones you always wear with the strap that runs over the top of your foot and latches around your heel, rest in front of you. Tina thought of everything but your comfort. You roll your eyes but cinch them around each heel.

Grunting, you push yourself to your feet and shout for Tina. Your hands drift together again as you pick at your nails, running through a list of stores Newt is likely at.

“Tina!” You shout again, irritated. Where is she?

You round the corner to the kitchen.

Your heels squeak against the wood floor as you halt, jaw dropping at the sight in front of you. Tina isn’t there.

“Sorry to disappoint.” Newt says with a small grin.

You rush toward him, throwing your arms around him and nestling your face into the space between his neck and shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of it.”

Newt chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. “I know.”

“I love you so much.” You murmur, words muffled by his clean shirt.

“I love you too.” He mumbles before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You melt in the warmth of his embrace, drinking in everything about the moment: The way his arms tug you closer, as tight as he can, the way you fit against his body like it was made to your shape, the smell of his skin, the sound of his steady heartbeat pulsing through his chest. Everything.

Tears of happiness slide under your eyelids when he kisses the top of your head again. “Tina told me you thought I was leaving.”

You nod.

He laughs once. “You’re crazy.”

You freeze in his arms.

“I don’t think you understand how much I love you.”

You shake your head. “I do. I understand.”

“Are you sure?” He questions, quiet but sounding amused.

You nod again, kissing his neck. “I know you do, Newt.”

Newt untangles your arms from him and steps back, sliding a hand into his pocket. “I guess I didn’t need to buy this, then.”

Every knot the hot shower had unraveled returns. You stand ruler straight, hand rising to cover your mouth.

In Newt’s hand is a small velvet box, black and humped in the center.

You can’t rip your gaze from it.

Not, at least, until Newt covers it with his other hand, forcing you to meet his eyes. He nods once and candles float into the room, surrounding the two of you in a circle, hanging at various heights. The other lights flicker off, leaving you both lit by only the curling red flames. A gust of wind from the bedroom sends a wave of rose petals into the air. They whirl around in the air, dancing with the flames before landing around you and Newt.

The tears are already falling, earning a crooked grin from Newt.

“For the longest time, I thought my creatures were all I needed. Ever. What else could I ask for when I thought I’d found my only calling? Then I met you.” He swallows, eyes softening as he watches the tears roll down your cheeks. “You were a conundrum I couldn’t solve.”

You laugh once, a choked laugh, but he lights up at the sound.

“Merlin, I love that.”

You cough, wiping at your cheeks. “You love it when I cry?”

“I love your laugh as much as I love you.” He murmurs, reaching out and knocking your hand aside to wipe the tears away with his thumb. “Yesterday, I realized you were right. I was ignoring you in favor of work.” His beautiful eyes drop in shame, but when he looks back up, his gaze is so intense, so full of love, your breath catches in your throat. “I was so terrified I’d lose you, that you wouldn’t remember how much I loved you… I knew I had to do this today before I messed this up.”

“You could never—“

He shakes his head. “I could, but I won’t let myself. You deserve better than a guessing game of love.”

The tears streak down your cheeks as Newt drops onto one knee.

“You’re not supposed to cry.” He jokes, sending your heart into a thudding mess with his smile.

“I’m not—it’s not…” You start, but your tears cut off the words.

He bites his lip, the first sign of nerves he’s showed, and pops the ring box open. “Will you let me love you forever?”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. So you just cover your mouth, crying and laughing, and nod.

Newt’s grin breaks open on his face as he stands, wiggling the ring free from the velvet cushion. He takes your left hand as he stands, pulling it to his lips for a brief moment before he slides the shimmering ring onto your finger. As you stare at it, elation stealing every word you would say, his calloused hands cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping the rest of the tears from your eyes and tilting your head down so he can press his warm lips to your forehead.

Finally you choke out an I love you.

“I love you too. More than anything.” He murmurs, lifting your face so you’re eye-to-eye with him. Then his lips are against yours in the softest kiss.

A flash breaks through the dark of the room, and Newt smiles against your lips.

Queenie shouts something and Tina shushes her as she takes another picture.

Newt moves far enough back to lean his forehead against yours. His minty breath washes over your face.

“Decent enough proposal?”

You laugh. “Perfectly done, Scamander.”

“Don’t you mean fiancé?”

Your shy smile grows into a beaming grin, bridging the gap between your cheeks. “Fiancé.” The word rolls off your tongue, the second-best description you can think of for Newt.

You start to pull away, blushing when Queenie cheers again, but Newt doesn’t let you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?”

You glance up at the drooping tendrils of your still soaking hair. “I’m not sure you need to tonight.”

“I’ll tell you every day until you wish you’d left me.”

“That could never happen.”

“You think so?” He bumps your nose with his own.

“Well…” You begin, but finish the sentence by wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him in for another kiss.

The candles dance around you as you play with the idea of soon being Mrs. Scamander. You don’t pull away from Newt until you have to and when you do, you waltz away for only a moment, turning the radio on and rushing back to his arms.

He raises an eyebrow. “A dance?”

“We have to practice.” You pause, rolling the next words around in your mouth. “For our wedding.”

And, though you thought you couldn’t, that it would be impossible, you find yourself falling more in love with Newt as he takes your hand and twirls you.

[banddndau]

The whistle-in forest was vast. The purple haze coming down gently as a warning of the impending sunset. It was a good payoff taking a mission to help some villagers be rid of some terrorising bandits. While they had no rare items to offer the bit of gold as well as a couple potions to boost stats the Beatles took gratefully. Walking back to the nearest town should have a reward in itself however. Walking miles on foot and had till sundown to make it before the nightime dangers would show their faces in their domain. "Ya know I was really hopin that at some point a coupla' thieves or pissy merchants would scamper our way and we could show 'em what we're made of and take their horses so we wouldnt hav'ta use all our bloody energy just walkin!" John complained Paul's way. "Oh you know very well that village didn't have much to offer and if we tried to take even one horse we would be steppin the line and I don't want to get into trouble for taking more than what we were given, not after_!" Paul remarked not even looking behind at John, who was dragging his feet obnoxiously crunching the dead leaves that blanketed the forest floor. "Well mr. goody good!" John stopped. "From the looks of it we're not gonna make it out of 'ere by sundown!" Hearing that news George and Ringo groaned in frustration. Ringo pinched the bridge of his nose not in the mood for an argument to begin. "Look before we start blamin each other for the naturewalk we can't stop now unless we wanta' be stuck here even longer." said Ringo. "Rings' right." Paul agreed. "No point in waitin for anything so even if we dont want to we gotta walk." "Geo you've been awful quiet halfway through us comin here. What's eatin' ya?" Paul asked the Cleric walking beside him. His serious resting face looking more intense. "I ju-" A strong autumn wind suddenly blew their way, blowing back their capes and coats, whilst being pelted by a barrage of orange and red leaves. "You were sayin?" The fighter chuckled smoothing his hair down looking at his friends long hair blown into every direction. George huffed moving the hair out of his eyes and throwing the hood of his coat over. "I was gonna say I just don't like the feel of this place. I'm feelin bad energies 'round..." "I suppose I understand where you're comin at." replied Paul looking around. "Don't have those magic senses a yours but it does feel the trees are gettin bigger the further we go...cheer up Georgie!" Paul gave a brotherly pat on the back and wrapped his arm around the youngers shoulder. "Nothing in here we can't handle!" As the next hour drew to a close so did the evening sun. Slipping away beneath the horizon leaving a dark night, a violet hue washing over the leafy canopies. The worst the party had come into contact with was a harmless bat flying by the only real threat being some spiders the size of a palm coming their way. Not willing to take chances they smited them all with ease. "Not sure I'm likin where we're headed fellas..." Ringo said with nervousness. "I wasn't going to say more on it but George was right I'm not feelin right here..." The sorcerer floating a globe of light a few feet past his palm to get a better idea of where they were and the potential routes. They were far from where they should have been walking down. A simple mistake they could have made not being able to see clearly without the sun to peak through the leaves and give them guidance. Where they were the trees seemed to be taller and older, moss hanging from the branches like the hair of old hags, their trunks twisted and hanging as though they were looking down and mocking the party of four below. It was only when a wave of fog streamed through the the two magic users shuddered with wide eyes. "Strange brew..." Ringo muttered. "Lads I don't wanna alarm you to much but we-" "Witch territory...Rings..." George interupted pointing up above asking Ringo to move the light where he gestured at. A large cocoon the size of a human hung from the tall braches above, then four more, then eight more, then a whole plethora could be seen. John fidgeted with his glasses. "These aren't..." John didn't have to say what they actually were because the mere thought of it alone was nervewraking enough. These were no cocoons...they were giant spider victims wrapped in their silk. Unable to move or scream if they were yet to die. The team moved closer together all back to back facing each direction fearing the worst of a surprise attack each readying their attack. "We need to try and get out of here, if we do it slowly then we shouldn't be seen." Paul instructed trying to fix the situation. Small spiders were fine but whatever could make that display was not an opponent Paul was mentally prepared to face. Paul looked over to the two magic users in the group. "Where's the witch...?" "Witches don't show their faces unless ya make it to their den." George answered still locked in readying attack. "My best guess is what's makin these is what this witch is kin with." "A spider witch?" John interjected. "Well then we can just find and squash the bitch!" "I wouldn't." said Ringo. "Even the lesser of a witches 'ave magic stronger than Geo and I combined. Fellas like you an' Paul frankly would stand an even lesser chance." John gulped. "Do they now..." A shuffle could be heard in the branches. All eyes shot towards the sound. A sword, daggers, a mage hand, and a fireball pointing it's way. Paul raked his mind for a way to get the group out safely, this was all his idea anyway but he wasn't planning on this! Hinting at the rest to follow his lead with gentle steps in hopes of not drawing attention by what would be regularly an aggresive stomp of the dry leaves on the forest floor. Another gust of wind soared their way even stronger than the last this time the four having the keep grounded preventing the possibility of being knocked back. It's was then the beast showed it's face. It was too late now, as a giant spider dropped itself down to the ground leaving a string of thick silk behind. This was no spider any of the Beatles has seen before. It was twice the size of a horse. It had horns on its head and its jowels, as well as one large eye in the center of its face being surrounded by the other seven slightly smaller eyes and they were all pointed at the four. "FUCKING SHIT!" John screamed. Without hesitation Ringo hurled a fireball at the Spider queen. The abominable arachnid shrieking as the spell scorched it. Enraged it then barreled head on to the group forcing them to split. John and Ringo on one side Paul and George on the other. "Ya see what I said! I knew something was off! I bloody knew it!" George exclaimed whilst using mage hand to fight. "wELL I-" Paul began to defend his descision making before one of the insects massive legs darted towards him the fighter then using his sword to deflect trying to shake it off. "This is it Paul! Next time I feel some fucking junk is about wherever we are! I'm leaving!" George continued to chastise Paul while casting mage hand to also fend off the Spider queen. "I dont care if you disagree either! You should have just heard me! I'm tired of not being heard! I'm not a child you know!" Those words struck Paul. He didn't mean to have the Cleric feel that way. Was he really brushing him off that much? Many thoughts threatening to throw the fighter off focus but there was no time to talk things out like well respected traveling heroes. They had a bigass bug that was controlled by a hidden witch who is going to kill them if they don't find a way to beat it sooner than it beats them. The battle continued on with the two magic users casting some of their best spells in hopes of weakening the monster. Paul taking wide swings with his sword. John who had disappeared into the trees was attempting to try and locate a weak spot on the beast so he could then try to execute a sneak attack and end the battle quicker. Watching the fight below whilst scouting out a good spot here above to jump from was interupted from John's mind when he bumped into something soft. "What the hell?" Adjusting his glasses he gasped seeing he had bumped into one of the "things" wrapped by the Spider queen. It was definitely human sized. Feeling panic begin to fester he moved past quickly only the continue to see this hanging graveyard of dozens of bodies around the tree tops. The gravity of this situation hit the rogue like a stone in a puddle. Not only if they lose could they die. But a gate even more terrible is the idea of him or worse his friends being taken hostage alive or barely hanging on. Held immobile upside down to slowly perish and become this monsters meal. Tired of trying to mentally calculate the weaknesses of a creature he had never even faced before John readied his daggers and jumped onto the Spider queens thorax and sinking in the blades through her exoskeleton. Seeing the move finally add more heavy damage to it what John didn't anticipate was It's powerful shriek following it bucking him off of her much like a raging bull, the rogue flying off hitting a tree. The two daggers still stabbed deep with dark olive green blood oozing from the wounds. "John!" the other three yelled in unison. "You better not be yellin at me cause youre worried! It better be a thank you for guttin that thing!" John yelled back sitting up recovering and pulling another dagger from his coat. The three smiled in relief at Johns constant humor even in his attempts to hide his fear. This didn't help much however with the continued arguments between Paul and George. Ringo stuck in the middle of the bullshit (again). Reminding them to fully focus on the goal of not dying. The spider queen was looking more worse for wear but the same could be said for the four lads. Both foes growing weary but in no means ready to back down. The spider queen fully opened the large middle eye it bearing resemblance to a human eye. The iris pink and the pupil widening as it reeled in the four to its ultimate ability. The purple haze that had long entwined with the woods in the afternoon seemed to grow and envelope them in Paul, John, and Ringos eyes. It was relaxing much like a high actually. The intoxicated three then felt their minds go fuzzy and their bodies wobble beneath them. Paul swore he heard someone shouting at them but he then drifted away into a dark dreamless sleep the last his image in his mind was that pale pink eye.

[danthemanramos]

heisei riders as wolfpupy tweets

godai: please take this token of my appreciation, its a novelty coin with a picture of me doing a thumbs up on it. its basically worthless

shoichi: for as long as i can remember i have been able to remember things, maybe even before that

shinji: hey murderers and killers, knock it off. stop killing and murdering all the time, thats just my opinion though

takumi: please stop using the term 'lone wolf' when it is clearly a man

kenzaki: love is a battlefield. huh love is a emotion or feeling? then what the hell is a battlefield?? no no this doesnt make sense at all

hibiki: live, laugh, love, motor cycle

tendou: funny how only once the sun has left the sky the moon and stars come out, its almost as if they dont want to be around it

ryotaro: me: life is bullshit | me but with different hair this time: youre right about that | me: thank you so much

wataru: on the darkest nights if you go to the abandoned castle you can hear my haunting pipe organ version of Natalie Imbruglia's 'Torn'

tsukasa: at the end of the day who is truly to blame, me, or countless others

shotaro: if a gust of wind blows your hat away move on, live your life, several years later you may just see a stray dog wearing that very same hat

philip: instead of saying what you are all thinking i say what everyone would be thinking if they were as cerebrally intelligent as me

eiji: im sure im going to ruffle some feathers with this but given the choice between good times and bad times i would like to have the good times

gentaro: one of these days i will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa

haruto: if the magic spells i wrote dont work its because you dont believe in them enough. no refunds

kouta: its all fun and games until its not that anymore

shinnosuke: ugh this corpse is riddled with bullets, whos been shooting guns into this. this whole crime scene must be crawling with bullets

takeru: if anyone needs me i'll be dead in my grave

emu: these days if your video game doesnt have an energy drink themed DLC car you might as well ship it directly to a landfill, im not playing it

[isaacathom]

 jesus christ the more i think about them fighting the more difficult the scenario becomes to actually justify

though i can roughly track the idea. after the first failed attempt to ‘rescue’ Seora, which was a small team led primarily by the Captain (on a boner quest), the light kingdom sets up an army to full on storm the castle where she is being kept. the captain bursts down the door. Seora and Esther are waiting together in the main room, and probably with one or two more Warrior Maidens. It’s a last chance to negotiate. somewhat inevitably, it doesnt succeed. he has backup in the form of at least one Ritual Maiden (and someone that Seora knows personally). he also has A Gun. when he draws it, either Seora knocks it out of his hand and sends it flying across the room, OR redirects the bullet he fires and THEN knocks it out. the captains pretty peeved by this. of course he is. he wants to stick his assholish little peepee in this bitch and shes clearly been tainted by ~The Darkness~ so time to sort that out. a minor melee ensues wherein the goal is for one of the two sides to grab Seora and drag her back. Esther rushes in with sword raised and power ready to fuck up the Captain, so the two of them end up in their own tango. the Captains backup attempt to tackle Seora to the ground so she cant interfere (and also to recover her, i guess) while the Warrior Maidens attempt to protect her. She’s also protecting herself. In this complete chaos, the Ritual Maiden who was brought on this mission is left further back and proceeds to deflect Esther’s magic, leaving her to rely on her swordsmanship instead.

it then likely proceeds mostly as a straight up sword fight between the two, surrounded by complete chaos as both sides fight over Seora and Seora tries to get away so she can help Esther. At some point she is likely nabbed with some form of magic cancellation (which earlier on took the form of magic handcuffs that Esther used, but this time probably takes the form of like, a specially crafted gauntlet with the same properties. if shes ‘contained’ by such an item, she cant use magic. this is the advantage that the kingdom has, because all of their troops have stuff that cancels magic. it doesnt /work/ as protections, per se, but it works as PREVENTION. proactive, not reactive. like handcuffs dont stop bullets but they stop a guy from grabbing his gun) which prevents her from really protecting herself because her sole skill is magic. she has no training in self defence, or certainly not enough to be impactful to a great degree. 

at some point, that Ritual Maiden up back works out that Esther is focussing on the swordfight aspect and not the magic, and so starts using her magic to actively hinder her ability to proceed. Blinding light (which also hurts the Captain soooo oops), gusts of wind, making her blade slippery and hard to hold. its not anywhere near as effective as the Maiden might like, because Esther is a fucking professional, but it definitely puts her on the defensive rather than the offensive.

what probably cinches the deal for the Captain is Seora probably gets actually dogpiled as some point. like this guard is clutching her wrist p tight to prevent her magic and then in attempt to get him the Fuck off she backs up but then like tackling ensues??? it doesnt go great. she topples to the floor and its a notably /thud/. mostly because of the knights tripping on her dress but also like, yknow, 3 full people fell on the fucking floor. its a notable ENOUGH thud that Esther gets distracted. and because Seora stands out QUITE a bit in that chaos over yonder, its VERY obvious that she isnt there. as in, not standing up. she’s like 6′3 and pale blue with like plat blonde hair amidst a pile of sweaty knights of various heights but notably wider and all human coloured, and a pile of dark blue maidens with blue-white hair who aren’t anywhere near as tall. she’s the tallest fucker in the room. so her not being upright is immediately noticeable. she wouldnt necessarily be visible on the floor depending on where the guards are relative to her. Esther would lose her cool. even if just for a second, the fact she cant see Seora immediately disconnects her from the swordfight. from there, its a one two and the captain is holding her throat with his off hand and preparing his blade with the other. she lost the advantage.

its at this point that the Ritual Maiden backing up the captain likely loses her cool. Ritual Maidens, unlike their Warrior counterparts, arent military. they have very little connection to the military. her presence here basically came about because the Captain forced her to do it and managed to convince everyone it was necessary. she’s not a fighter, and she’s not comfortable with war. this whole scenario has been pretty upsetting for her. now, seeing the Captain preparing to murder Esther, she’s not taking it well. Neither is Seora, who can see whats happening between peoples feet.

in the tumble, whoever had a grip on Seora let go. she’s magically unrestrained, and seeing her friend battered and bruised and at the mercy of a guy she’s always thought was a Cunt, she probably fucking wind explodes. bwoosh. everyone in the crowd flies back. the captain wobbles but does not fall, and retains his grip on Esther throat, blocking Esther’s magic. the Ritual Maiden up back probably falls over and bursts into tears, completely removing any protections she had placed on the Captain (which had likely prevented him falling). Esther’s still on the ground desperately tryna claw his hand off but has probably briefly halted out of sheer ‘oh fuc’ which is reasonable but probably not the best choice she could have made. 

then  uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. yea. im not positive from there. if seora is sufficiently pissed and has time she’d just immediately blast the Captain off and then try to kill him. but she doesnt have time. so how does that occur? he has to stop her from taking direct action against him. for instance, by using Esther as a shield. Drop the blade, take both hands, pick her up and hold her by her neck in front of him, probably then grabbing one of her own daggers to use as the direct threat. you raise a finger, she dies. Seora, who has now gotten up off the floor, can’t directly react. she cant move him, because he’ll react by immediately drawing the blade. she’s short on time, because yknow, Esther is getting choked tf out. at best, she can stall for time by like. putting extra air around esther for her to get while she figures out a plan. that plan likely being to play off of the Captain’s superstition that she’s been tricked or possessed or something of that ilk by Esther. So if she can time a sorta heel-face turn properly, she can lull the Captain into genuinely thinking that her prior behavior was linked directly to Esther, and that Esther is now no longer an issue. its difficult to time, because it basically requires Esther to pass out, which is pretty dangerous. yknow, for obvious reasons. but if Seora can time it (perhaps pretending to partially lapse as Esther starts fading off and then ‘full lapsing’  BEFORE Esther actually passes out), then the Captain will drop Esther. Probably flinging her in the direction of her battered and bruised Warrior comrades (at least some of whom were probably killed in the chaos, as the same on the other side) and accepting Seora back.

The warrior maidens are absolutely furious. a) because they also think that the Captain just killed Esther, which is A HUGE ISSUE and b) that Seora was fucking with them the whole time. which is an issue, because of a lot of Seora’s time in the dark kingdom was spent with her and Esther convincing the other warrior maidens that Seora planned to help them. So Seora pulling a heel-face (or face-heel, in the eyes of the Warriors) is a complete betrayal of trust. a few of them might vaguely suspect its an act, but the whole group are very confused and very angry. for the most part, nursing their injuries (both from the fight AND from being flung willy nilly by Seora) they resolve to simply grab Esther and hang back. the Captain’s men start celebrating. at least one of them goes to comfort the absolutely distraught Ritual Maiden, who likely only got more upset when Esther was flung aside because UHMMM IS THAT AN ACTUAL DEAD BODY???? shes losing her poor mind. poor dear. today was not a good day.

the Captain, being that he is on a Boner Quest™, moves to claim his prize. Seora doesn’t fucking want it, you bet your fucking ass, but this is part of the plan. they kiss. the Captain is probably an awful kisser also, just to make that less fun. the light side cheer. the dark side wail. noones really paying attention as the Captain’s discard sword gently floats directly up into the air and then moves gently into Seora’s open hand. noone notices as she pulls her arm back and orients the blade. noone except the Ritual Maiden, perhaps, who sees it through her tears and attempts to warn someone, anyone. but the guards attending to her assume that she’s referring to past events.

shick. the dark side stop wailing abruptly. there a brief moment of silence as the light side also abruptly stop cheering, with the only noise being the Ritual Maiden’s wails. then Seora kicks the Captain away. he stumbles. before he can fall, she says some slick one line (while probably also spitting because odds are solid her mouth is full of his gross saliva and possibly his blood, nasty) and with windy magic, blasts his backwards through the wall. whoosh. there he. fucking goes. theres still quiet as everyone processes what the fuck just occured. Seora probably tosses the Captain’s bloodied sword to the floor (because what amateur would leave the blade in the wound? this is stylin) and thennn????? im not completely sure how she resolves that. because like, make no mistake, the Captain is dead. the Ritual Maiden is in complete distress and theres no way she can heal him in this state. Seora won’t. the dark side wont. even if he were collected and promptly rushed to the nearest willing AND able maiden, it’d be too late. everyone knows it. Everyone knows thats why she blasted him through the wall. he’s dead. Seora, nominal leader of the Ritual Maidens of the Kingdom of Light, just killed the Captain of Kingdom of Light Military. in their hearts, the light side all knew she was potentially capable of it. she’d attacked him the last time they’d come to get her, though to a far lesser extent. bruised in body and in pride, he’d survived. but they’d all bought into the Captain’s belief, because they had to. they couldnt believe that such a figure could kill without some tainting influence. they had to believe their superstitions, because the reality of the matter - that Seora had chosen her own side and was going to stand for it - was terrifying. it was a sort of moral quandary the kingdom of light hadnt been forced to wrestle with since the civil war.

but there she was. wild.

odds are solid the light side wouldnt retaliate. how could they? how could they attempt to harm the person theyd come to rescue? how could they fight her, when she had just killed their leader and had the power to kill them, too? the upper hand, psychologically, and in timing. she would see them move. she would react. she could preemptively attack.

the light side stood their ground and screamed. someone hesitantly began to move over to the hole in the wall, constantly stopping and looking at a motionless Seora, expecting her to stop them. when she did not, they gestured for someone else to come with and rushed through the hole. how could they not? they had to attend to the captain, no matter what.

its likely then that what brought Seora out of her brief ‘state’, if you will, is an involuntary sob from the dark side. after all, they’re still upset about Esther. and Seora is too. and its that sound, a sob from behind her, that snaps her out of her brief moment of contemplation. probably spits one last time (for now, at least - bet your fucking ass she washes her mouth out once this is all over as many times as necessary to feel like shes cleaned it) and then rushes to Esther’s side. everyones basically gonna stick to their sides for a while as the light rush to the Captain and the dark huddle around Esther and Seora. Esther is fine. she’s injured, but she’s fine. Seora is well equipped to help her recover, at least as a result of her wind magic being able to help Esther breathe. what with the choking and such. 

the first one to probably break the tense quiet is probably one of the Warriors. the defacto leader since Esther’s not really up for that right this second. its basically just something fairly simple - ‘i think perhaps its time for proper negotiation?’. one of the fighters gets up (leaving their weapons down) and approaches with an open hand. the defacto leader gets up and shakes their hand. the deal is set. everyone present in this castle will return to the border of the two kingdoms and negotiations will be had. the dark kingdoms creeping darkness will finally, finally, be dealt with. Esther bursts into absolutely delighted tears. its basically been her life’s work to get the two countries to work together. The Warriors, satisfied that Esther is fine and safe with Seora, come slowly over to the light side to help them tend to their wounds. everyone sorta mingles a little. the fighters who’d attempted to tend to the captain return from the other room and also help. esther and seora embrace a/o kiss. curtains close.

then the negotiations come and a solid chunk of it is arguing what should actually be done with Seora. because the light wanted her back, she WANTS to be with the dark, pluuusss she killed one of the military leaders straight out. noone can (or would) argue that it was some sort of crossfire incident. it was very deliberate. admittedly the only real witness is the traumatised Ritual Maiden who, understandably, really doesnt want to talk about it. so, yknow. it’s a tough negotiation. Seora is only allowed to take part as though she were on trial, basically explaining that the Captain has always been a dick and that yea, she doesnt deny killing him. like at no point does she deny it. she even explains - in detail if pressed - the moment she formulated a plan to attack him with intent to badly harm if not kill, and how she tricked him and used her magic to get his sword. the entire negotiating committee agree yea, she’s guilty, we get it. but what to do with that? Seora is probably willing to go to light kingdom prison provided the darkness cleanse goes ahead. so it’s possible her fate would be left up to the end of the negotiations once the plan of ‘attack’ has been agreed upon. its a big mess. she’s completely up for prison, but Esther is Very Adamant that this not be the course of action. im not actually sure how it could resolve without anger. potentially the dark kingdom offer to put her to work as the darkness cleanser. part of a grand metaphor to ‘absolve herself of sin in the eyes of your patron deity’. which could actually work. the light kingdom love that sorta shit. so if the dark kingdom said ‘hey, ok, an idea - we take her into our custody. we- im not done, hold on - we put her to work primarily in our agreed upon darkness cleaning groups. especially in the city, where the darkness is most concentrated. it’ll be hard work, we’ve established that, mmn? and, and, as she cleans away the darkness, she can clean away this mark upon her soul, dont you think? then hopefully when she is done - when the kingdom is clean - she’ll be capable of being forgiven. how does that sound?’. the only hitch would be ensuring she works. Esther is forbidden from saying a fucking word by the second in command, who is.... a bit more diplomatic on this specific front. Seora will be assigned to a group of assorted Dusk Maidens who will watch her 24/7. she will stay with them. if she doesnt work, punishment will ensue. if she doesnt work for a period of time - a few weeks, maybe - then the dark kingdom agrees to hand over Seora to the light kingdom to face a more.... judicial form of justice.

its uh. good fun. i’ve been here for three hours.

uh, tldr; Seora disarms the Captain, who orders his men to capture Seora. Esther goes to fight the Captain, while the dusk maidens and light army start fighting over a Very Unhappy Seora, who defends herself. Esther and the Captain fight with swords, with a Ritual Maiden backing up the captain and sabotaging Esther. just as Esther starts having to go on the defensive due to the Ritual meddling, Seora gets her magic blocked by a light army soldier who manages to grab her arm to stop her from fighting back or aiding Esther. in attempting to wriggle free, she falls back, followed by that soldier and possibly a few other people. Esther, being distracted by her gfs shenanigans, is quickly disarmed and pinned to the ground by the Captain, who starts choking her (cancelling magic) and prepares to run her through with his blade. Seora, on the ground and free of the soldiers grasp (and they had let go during the fall) basically explodes w/ the Windy Magic, sending the group blasting back. the Captain remains crouched where he is over Esther in part due to the Ritual Maiden, who falls over and starts crying. Before a completely unrestrained and pissed Seora can get up and prepare to fuck with the Captain, he drops his sword, picks up Esther, and positions her between him and Seora, and still choking her. Seora, thinking ~fast~, decides to play to the Captains superstition that she’s being controlled, and pretends that Esther’s control over her has lapsed, just as Esther starts proper passing out from the whole lack of air deal. Captain chucks Esther aside into the waiting arms of an absolutely distraught group of Warrior Maidens, and prepares to “claim his prize”. light kingdom cheers, dark kingdom boos and swears revenge (since they think Seora was pretending to be on their side the whole time) and ritual maiden keeps crying. then seora uses her magic to grab the captains sword (or maybe Esther’s sword, both are good) and uses it to run him the fuck through, before blasting him through at least one wall (holding onto the blade).

everyone freaks, she rushes to Esther’s side and uses magic (and/or cpr what the fuck do you want from me im way too gay for that to NOT possibly happen) to help her recover. eventually the two groups come to an agreement and start tending to their wounded and dead (including the captain who is straight up deceased fuck that guy).

then in the negotiations the big Issue (beyond the whole ‘cleaning the tainted darkness’ thing) is What the Fuck to do abou Seora. who absolutely and undeniably murdered a guy. the end result is more than likely that she is placed into direct Dusk Maiden servitude, ‘forced’ to cleanse the darkness under constant supervision. of course, what the light kingdom dont know or dont really comprehend is that she’s gonna get put into a squad including her basically gf Esther and a bunch of other Warrior Maidens who think she’s the bees knees, AND a bunch of other dusk maidens who have heard alllllll about her and adore her. she’s basically gonna get pampered as fuck. it’s gonna be great. she’s going to have a great time. she basically gets to do exactly what she’s wanted to do since a little after she was first kidnapped, AND gets to hang with a bunch of folk she thinks are pretty cool even if they probably tried to kill her or torture her at some point. she gets it.... to a point. there a few she doesnt hang with. everyones cool about it. 

tl;tl;dr;dr esther gets beat and then seora kills a man but then seora and esther get to be happy and gay so frankly it all works out Pretty Well

[golden-x-mage]

heisei riders as wolfpupy tweets

godai: please take this token of my appreciation, its a novelty coin with a picture of me doing a thumbs up on it. its basically worthless

shoichi: for as long as i can remember i have been able to remember things, maybe even before that

shinji: hey murderers and killers, knock it off. stop killing and murdering all the time, thats just my opinion though

takumi: please stop using the term 'lone wolf' when it is clearly a man

kenzaki: love is a battlefield. huh love is a emotion or feeling? then what the hell is a battlefield?? no no this doesn't make sense at all

hibiki: live, laugh, love, motor cycle

tendou: funny how only once the sun has left the sky the moon and stars come out, its almost as if they dont want to be around it

ryotaro: me: life is bullshit | me but with different hair this time: youre right about that | me: thank you so much

wataru: on the darkest nights if you go to the abandoned castle you can hear my haunting pipe organ version of Natalie Imbruglia's 'Torn'

tsukasa: at the end of the day who is truly to blame, me, or countless others

shotaro: if a gust of wind blows your hat away move on, live your life, several years later you may just see a stray dog wearing that very same hat

philip: instead of saying what you are all thinking i say what everyone would be thinking if they were as cerebrally intelligent as me

eiji: im sure im going to ruffle some feathers with this but given the choice between good times and bad times i would like to have the good times

gentaro: one of these days i will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa

haruto: if the magic spells i wrote dont work its because you dont believe in them enough. no refunds

kouta: its all fun and games until its not that anymore

shinnosuke: ugh this corpse is riddled with bullets, whos been shooting guns into this. this whole crime scene must be crawling with bullets

takeru: if anyone needs me i'll be dead in my grave