#i have brought back a peace offering sorry for disappearing…

[fruity-arts]

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[castielthinkr]

UNCONDITIONAL [uhn-kuhn-dish-uh-nl] adjective. not limited by conditions; absolute

sam x fem!reader ft. dean cw suggestive (mdni), little bit of angst, set sometime in the early seasons bc i love baby sam, reader is shorter than sam, switch sam my beloved wc 1014

summary sam can’t get enough of you notes whiny sam ib this scene from house of wax

when dean had left the two of you alone in a motel room for the night, he hadn’t imagined he’d wake up to sam alone and miserable.

and yet, there he was.

“where’s-”

“she’s gone, dean,” his brother had huffed, “long gone.”

he hadn’t prodded any further. you were one of sam’s many soft spots. a hunter yourself, you knew the risks of getting close to people. sam had thought that with both of you being hunters it would offer some reprieve, would allow you to open up to him and begin something, anything. he was almost desperate for you, but you left anyway, claiming it was too dangerous.

of course, he knew that most hunters isolated themselves. bobby and gordon sprang to mind immediately.

still, he had hope.

you saw each other again some months later. this time, you’d helped the boys on a case, sticking around long enough for sam to get to know you somewhat better. it frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t get further than the walls you’d built up, but he understood.

you hadn’t spent the night together the way you had three times before then, instead parting ways at sundown with a kiss that could have rivalled romeo and juliet. sam was addicted to your lips, your eyes, your body. you weren’t faring any better; sam’s body on yours and the noises he made played on your mind constantly.

and then: radio silence. once again.

even dean was beginning to worry about you. you normally checked in with them, especially after a tough case, but they’d heard nothing for weeks upon weeks.

that was, until you showed up at their motel door.

dean had ushered you in out of the rain immediately after taking the necessary precautions (read: splashing you with holy water). you were tired, a little bloodied, and soaked to the bone, but otherwise okay. he sat you on a bed and brought you a towel, allowing you a moment of peace before he threw questions at you.

“you’ve had sammy worry sick, y’know,” he said, giving you yet another once over.

“i know, i’m sorry. i’ve been on a long hunt. no cell service for weeks,” you said, wringing out your hair.

“and?”

“a werewolf clan. six of them. had to pick them off one by one and the last one chased me here. i killed it on the border of town and by then i had nothing. no supplies other than the clothes on my back and weapons in my hand and god knows what in my pockets,” you explained.

dean whistled. “so how’d you find us?”

“i called-” you started, as the door swung open. you tensed, immediately relaxing the second you saw a mop of brown hair atop a lanky frame.

“sammy,” you whispered.

sam’s head snapped to you, which dean took as his cue to leave.

“hey,” you said lamely, standing.

“where have you been?” sam said immediately. you could tell he was torn between being mad at you for disappearing and worried at your complete absence from the world.

“a hunt. it’s a long story. i had no cell service for two weeks,” you said, stood stock still. you didn’t want to startle the man in front of you, instead letting him come to you.

“i’ve missed you,” he all but whispered, closing the distance between you and putting his hands on your waist.

“i’m sorry,” you replied. he leaned down to kiss you, one hand coming up to cradle your neck.

your lips met, beginning slow but soon moving towards something more like hungry. you’d been starved of each other for too long, and sam didn’t intend to let you go this time. he chased your lips as you backed away for air, moving once again to the bed.

“that one’s dean’s,” sam said against your lips, directing you to his own bed. you giggled, making your way over and allowing sam to sit on his bed. you stood inbetween his legs, craning your neck down a little to kiss him more.

he slipped his tongue in your mouth, pulling you impossibly closer to him. you ran your hands across his broad shoulders, down his toned chest, as his own danced up and down your back, occasionally reaching your ass. he moved back towards the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. you straddled his thighs with your own, practically crawling to him. you looked down at him through half-lidded eyes as he looked at you, nothing but adoration on his face. you leaned in once more, connecting again.

sam’s hands travelled further, spreading across your waist and against your stomach, settling eventually underneath your thighs. yours migrated down, feeling his abs and oh so carefully brushing his obvious erection. at that, sam let out a whine, which he tried to stop almost immediately. you smirked at him.

“haven't heard that one before,” you said, teasing him.

he rolled his eyes playfully. “yeah, well, i was on top last time.”

“maybe we should do this more often then.”

sam’s response was to pull you in again, to which you let out a gasp, making him smile into the kiss. he ran his hand through your hair and you moaned, at which point dean chose to enter the room again.

“c’mon guys, i don’t wanna see that shit,” he complained dramatically, covering his eyes.

you sighed and rolled off sam’s lap. he pulled a pillow onto it in your place to hide the bulge in his jeans.

“don’t just barge in like that then,” sam retorted, obviously annoyed at his brother.

“‘s not my fault you two chose to get it on in our shared motel room!”

you rolled your eyes at their bickering, leaning down to get the towel you’d forgotten the minute you saw sam and using it to dry your hair. looking over at sam, you knew it would be hard to leave him again. you couldn’t stay forever - all three of you knew that - but maybe this time you could stay for longer.

[mshalfemptygirl]

Cupid (S.R)

Plot: Our favorite Doutor confess feels to his best friend also co-worker, Y/N.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUFem!Reader

Contents: Really quicky mention to drinks, cases, makeout but fluffy for sure.

A/N: hello readers, I disappeared for a year because of work and college and a serious health problem but I'm better than ever and coming back to writing has brought me back to life. I hope you like her because she's cute, a couple from a romance movie basically, so like and share if you like it.

"Alright, Spence. What are your thoughts on the woman over there in the dark green dress? She looks elegant, charming, and quite attractive. She might even share an interest in the books you enjoy, don’t you think? What’s your take?" I gestured toward the woman who had just taken a seat at the bar, alone. I was on a mission to play matchmaker for Spencer. Although he hadn’t asked for my help, I thought it would be useful to offer a female perspective. Spencer’s inherent shyness meant he needed substantial guidance in social situations, especially when it came to women.

The ambiance was pleasant. We were seated at a table near the main entrance. Given that it was Thursday, the bar was relatively quiet, but it was the only day we both had free to unwind after a grueling series of cases in New York. Honestly, I’m not sure what’s been happening this past month, but I’ve reviewed so much material that when I close my eyes, I still see the words on the pages. And Spence? The poor guy has never analyzed so many maps in his life. I thought this break was well-deserved, and he certainly deserved a chance to spend time with someone special. Well, both of us could use a moment with someone, but I’m on a cupid’s mission and need to stay focused—no distractions, no more than three drinks.

"She’s attractive, but I’m not fond of blondes, and she seems a bit too tall for my taste. I don’t think it would work out," he replied. I frowned and looked at him with disbelief. This was the fifth woman he had dismissed that evening, and his options were rapidly dwindling. I downed my beer in one gulp and stared him down, hoping to make him realize it was now or never. "Spence, you don’t need to be so selective. I understand it’s challenging for you, but you’re only looking for someone to kiss. I’d love to kiss that girl! She’s stunning. Just approach her, buy her a drink, and then kiss her. Go on, now," I urged impatiently. He needed to make the first move.

"I understand, Y/N. She’s attractive, but I don’t want to kiss her, that’s all," he said, turning back to the bar and taking a sip of his whiskey. I knew him well enough to sense he was hiding something. This was a significant step for him, and despite our discussions about taking a break, he seemed reluctant to pursue it. Ugh, he could be so stubborn.

"I know there’s more to it, love. Are you feeling overwhelmed? Am I being too pushy, is that it? I’m sorry if I’m a bad cupid. I’ll stop. Look, I’m waving the white flag—peace," I said, grabbing a napkin and waving it theatrically. I flashed a grin, and he chuckled. It was always like this: he was the serious one, and I was the humorous one. He loved books, and I adored movies. He was the little angel, and I was the little devil. "Very amusing, but I swear, I have nothing to hide from you," he assured me.

"Spencer..." I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes. He looked uncomfortable, but he started to speak anyway, with a hint of resignation in his voice. "Well, there’s this girl I’ve developed feelings for... she’s incredibly nice and fun. When she talks to me, I can’t think of anything else. I’m not sure how to articulate my feelings, but I don’t want to kiss anyone else. She’s everything to me now." I was overjoyed and exhilarated. I’d never seen Spence so in love before, and now he had someone special in his life. Of course, I felt a twinge of jealousy, but I was also genuinely happy for him. This was a delightful surprise.

"Spencer Walter Reid!! Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?! Did you—" I exclaimed, relieved that the bar was mostly empty. His face flushed red as he tried to cover my mouth with his hand. "Y/N, please don’t shout!!! I didn’t know sooner, I didn’t realize it until now..." he explained. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my excitement. "Alright... you need to go talk to her right now and give her a proper kiss! I’ll handle things here. Just go for it!"

He looked at me wide-eyed, his hands on my shoulders. "You really think so? Are you sure?" I snorted. "Absolutely, go now." And that’s when he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as if steeling himself for what he was about to do. His fingers gently gripped the back of my neck, his touch both tender and urgent. He leaned in, and I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin before our lips finally met. I was stunned, my body tensed, and my eyes remained open for a moment, but his lips were so soft that I quickly surrendered to the kiss. Our lips moved together in sync, and I felt a profound connection. He wasn’t as shy as I’d thought—he had a way with words and was incredibly sweet. I couldn’t explain it, but he was perfect. Suddenly, I found myself bewitched by the very arrow of Cupid I had sent forth.

As we broke away from the kiss, I gazed at him, utterly bewildered, my heart racing with every beat. "Spence, what was that? You just..." I asked, my voice trembling with genuine confusion. He looked at me with an expression that blended sincerity and vulnerability before responding in a tone that was soft yet deeply meaningful: "Well, the truth is, the woman I’ve been admiring all along is you. I’m sorry if this comes as a shock, but you asked me to act, so I did."

I was momentarily stunned, a whirlwind of emotions overtaking me. How could I have been so blind not to notice this sooner? I opened my mouth for the first time in minutes to speak my heart. "Spence, there's no need to apologize. I'm just... surprised! That was really something," I said, still trying to wrap my head around the moment. I paused, letting it all sink in. "So, does this count as our first date, or would you rather have a more traditional one?" I asked with an amused tone, trying to ease the tension that had built between us, feeling a bit uncertain about what came next.

"Oh, I definitely want another date. How about I take you out for dinner, and you wear that dark blue dress you had on at Rossi’s? I love the way it looks on you," he said, his words making a warm sensation spread through me. "You’re so sweet, Spence. I hadn’t really noticed it before. If I’d known you kissed like that..." I replied with a laugh, hugging him tightly. "And you can bet I’ll wear the dress if it makes you happy." With a gentle caress on my face, I brushed his bangs off his forehead, feeling a bit strange about kissing one of my best friends, but I was glad he had the courage to confess something so significant.

I looked at his face again and could see him a bit embarrassed by the events of the night that had unfolded in a public place. It wasn’t something he had planned, and he likes to plan things. "Y/N, may I kiss you a little longer?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for permission. Instead of answering, I pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss, savoring the moment.

Talk to me

Spencer Reid Masterlist

A/N: let me know if you want me to tag you

[lowkeyhollland]

please please please

peter parker x reader "i beg you don't embarrass me motherfucker" 1k words

“y/n!” your best friend, melanie, ran up to hug you. “and you brought…” her voice trailed off at the end as she gestured to the brunette boy standing next to you. 

“oh! this is peter. he’s my uh,” you stumbled over your words, “friend?” it came out more as a question and you hoped no one noticed how unsure you were. you looked up and saw peter smirk. 

“friends that kiss?” he whispered in your ear and your cheeks flushed red. 

“so nice to meet you, peter! we’ve actually heard so much about you!” melanie pulled you two further into the party where all of your friends were. 

“oh have you now?” peter’s eyebrows quirked up, curious as to what could have been said about him. 

“it’s nothing.” you mumbled and crossed your arms over your body. “now just, don’t embarrass me. please?”

“honey, i could never embarrass you.” peter kissed your cheek and slipped his hand into yours as you two socialized with the rest of the group. 

the lights were flashing in the club as bodies were pressed up against each other. peter had told you that he was gonna grab you drinks and squeezed past the sea of people toward the bar. you continued to dance with your friends, singing along to the music with a smile plastered on your face. 

“where’s your boy?!” one of your friends asks. you looked around the club and realized peter was nowhere to be found. you mentally sighed as he had, once again, disappeared with no warning. 

“he said he wasn’t feeling well,” you lied. “but you know! he’s like irish or something and they’re really good at irish goodbyes. it’s just, uh, in his culture.” you messed with your rings, looking side to side and hoped your friends were drunk enough to not see through your lies. 

“oh!” that was all that came out of all of their mouths. a part of you wanted to rip out peter’s hair for leaving without telling you while the other part just wanted to die from embarrassment. 

you seriously just had to leave again?? 

you texted him and to no avail, there was no response. letting out a frustrated sigh, you continued to dance with your friends to try and forget about the night. 

you took an uber home, not trusting to walk by yourself in the dark. melanie had offered to let you crash at her place, but you politely declined as you didn’t want to be around anyone. 

of course, you just had to fall for peter parker who’s notorious for never being anywhere— ever. and the cherry on top of it all was no matter how many times you texted him calling him a dick tonight, no response. absolutely ghosted. 

you stumbled through your apartment, the whole world still spinning from the amount of shots you took tonight. kicking off your heels, you turned on the lights, revealing a red & blue masked man standing in the middle of your living room. 

“i’m either super drunk right now or spiderman is actually in my house.” you slurred, squinting your eyes as if it would help you see him. he just stood there as you walked up to him. running your hand over his chest, peter’s breath hitched. 

“i, uh,” peter coughed and you pulled your hand away. 

“how did you get in?” 

“your window was unlocked. that isn’t very safe.”

“i live on the tenth floor. what’s gonna happen? a bird trying to attack me?” you snorted. 

“you never know, birds are quite dangerous.” it was hard to see his expression with his mask on and it took everything in you to not pull the mask away. 

“as fun as this would be,” you gestured to him. “i was just ditched tonight and would love to be alone so i can cry in peace.” you opened your window to encourage the masked hero to swing away. “bye spidey.” you waved at him as you walked to your room. 

peter knew it was now or never. he webbed your wrist to pull you back, stumbling as you were buried in his chest. he quickly took off his mask, breathing heavily as you stood there wide eyed. 

“look, i’m so sorry for ditching you tonight. especially with all of your friends.” he started. you didn’t know what to say. peter, your peter, was spiderman. whatthefuck whatthefuck whatthefuck. “and i know you really wanted me there—“

“what the fuck.” you blurted out. peter’s eyebrows furrowed together, confused about your reaction, but his face softened when he really thought about it. 

“oh yeah. i’m spiderman.”

“i can see that.” you bluntly said. “motherfucker, spiderman embarrassed me tonight?! you could have at least told me to leave too so we could make it seem like we were hooking up!” 

“is that still an option?” peter smirked and you smacked his arm. “ow..”

“you literally left me. that’s what you get.”

“i’m really, really sorry. there was a robbery and this guy had a gun and— i’m sorry, y/n. i should have just told you.” his head hung low and you frowned. you lifted his head so you could see his face. there were small bruises and cuts and it made you sad to see him physically hurt. 

“it’s okay. i mean, my boyfriend is literally a superhero. how cooler can i get?” his face lit up and broke into the biggest smile ever. 

“boyfriend?” you smiled back at him and nodded. 

“yeah, boyfriend.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, tangling your hands in his hair. his arms still wrapped around your waist as he smiled into the kiss. 

“so is that other option still available?” he asked once you both pulled away, his lips tugging into a smirk. you rolled your eyes and pushed his head away lightly. 

“ask again when you actually stay at an event the entire time when you’re with me.” you started to walk away to your room and he chased after you. 

“aw, c’mon babe. it was a joke!”

[seelestars]

Hello. I'm sorry if this is sudden but I was wondering if you took story requests and if you do, could you make a platonic Dan heng story with the reader being the child of his previous incarnation Dan feng and is the reader still quite young. Jing Yuan is the one to tell Dan Heng about them even though he's only met the reader a couple times and doesn't know them very well, but Jing Yuan felt like Dan Heng had the right to know about the reader especially after the reader had an encounter with Blade. (If this is too much that's completely understandable and I wish you a good day/afternoon and or night😊)

➴ ✫ * ✧ DAN HENG MEETS HIS CHILD !!?

a/n : sorry if there’s like. plot holes? in areas bcuz ik vidyadhara can’t reproduce and adopting just didn’t make sense for me in this context ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ i hope u still enjoy tho!

edit : HELPP I MEANT FOR THIS TO BE G/N YET I ACCIDENTALLY PUT DAUGHTER MY BAD OMG.

this moment of peace was much needed, though rare since he returned to the luofu temporarily to sort some things out. he blew on his tea, taking a small sip before he sensed another’s presence approaching him. he set the cup down, turning around to see just who it was that dared to disturb him. he relaxed slightly, after noticing it was just jing yuan.

an old friend of his previous incarnation.

but what could he possibly need from him at this time? he kept wondering to himself before jing yuan spoke up, his usual calm expression on his face, “sorry if I was bothering you. i thought there was something you should know.” he could sense his choice of words were a little more causal than usual, as if he still viewed him as dan feng. “go ahead.” he nodded, waiting for jing yuan to spill whatever he needed him to know.

though what he said next, brought him shock he hadn’t felt in a while.

“…you have a child.” jing yuan confessed, the calm smile never leaving his face even while confessing such news. “..how come.. I never knew about this?” dan heng had a puzzled look on his face, his eyes widened uncharacteristically. “that… im not exactly sure. but they have strikingly similar features to yours, and we even did a dna test. …you’re the father.” jing yuan said sheepishly, letting out a small chuckle. “but that aside, would you like to see them?” he offered.

even though he was no longer dan feng, he couldn’t find it in himself to refuse.

“..sure.” dan heng said awkwardly, following jing yuan to where his supposed child was. they walked for a little while, until they reached the busy and crowded streets of the luofu.

there they were.

a young teen that resembled dan heng was distracted, playing celestial jade with qingque. they had similarly colored horns that sprouted out like branches above their head, except with a scaly tail poking out from a hole in their outfit.

“thank you for distracting them, qingque. they seem to be quite a carefree spirit from what ive seen, so I appreciate you helping them stay in one place for the time being.” jing yuan had an amused smile on his face as he looked at dan heng before looking back to his child. “no problem general.” qingque responded, her eyes still glued to the game of celestial jade as she made another move. “ill be taking my leave now, have fun you all.” and with that, jing yuan disappeared in the crowd of people.

you on the other hand, was too focused on dan heng to pay attention to the game. “who are you?” you had a friendly look on your face, even though he was a complete stranger to you. “mmm wait… you look like me!” you smiled, always so full of energy.

“..I suppose I do.” dan heng smiled warmly back, feeling his heart melt at the sight of you. “and that’s because.. I am apparently, your father.” he averted his gaze awkwardly, the smile fading from his face. he was never good with kids, even when they act like someone he’s familiar with (march).

“ooooh.. I’ve always thought I didn’t have a father or anything of the sorts!” there was an excited look in your eyes as he admitted to being related to you in that way, your arms immediately pulling him into an embrace. dan heng was never a huge fan of chatterboxes, but he didn’t seem to mind when it came to you rambling about how excited and happy you felt. your childlike innocence warmed his heart in a way, as he found himself returning your embrace.

he was never good with kids, but maybe, just maybe, he’ll learn how to be a father. for you.

[gyll-yee-haw]

*mischevious laugh while i rub my hands together* what about detective loki x reader where he's veeery jealous and possessive and reader "teases" him about a specific guy he hates (not intentionally), maybe she just talk to him in a way that loki considers too friendly and then he end up railing the shit out of her to make her know who she belongs to (maybe with some choking while he says "you're mine"...some breeding kink omg im weak asf

Requesting the real requests here baby 🥵

Sorry it took so long, had to make it extra special for my fave bf <3

Warnings: jealous and very possessive and dom!David, mention of gun use (doesn't happen and it's not around the reader!), choking, so much dirty talk, breeding kink :)

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It was one of those rare days David didn't have much to do at the station and was actually leaving when his shift ended. Since you were out in the city, you told him you would meet him at the station and you could go home together.

Walking in, you greeted some familiar faces, who were used to have you around, waiting for your boyfriend. You sat on a chair and started scrolling through social media, just killing time, not really paying attention to anything.

"Hey." You heard a male voice greeting you. It was Detective Miller, someone you always ran into at the station.

You learned to like him, cause he always calmed you down whenever David was too deep on a case and just disappeared. He didn't mind when you called or showed up, begging him for news. David didn't like him very much, though. He said Miller was annoying and a little laid back. You just laughed, knowing David was the one who worked too hard.

"Hi." You smiled at him.

"Here to report a crime? Did your boyfriend disappear again?" He smirked.

"No." You laughed. Then you saw David approaching. "He's right there, actually."

"Hey." Dave greeted you, ignoring the other man's presence.

You stood up from your chair, to give him a hug.

"Hi. Are you finished for today?" You asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go now." He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you closer, basically forcing you to turn away from his colleague, guiding you towards the door.

Your brows furrowed and you let out a little "ouch" that you knew he heard. He didn't do anything about it, though, just kept walking you to the car.

You got in and he just drove. David was silent the whole time. He was never one to speak much, but there were other small signs that indicated he was mad. Like the way his hands gripped the wheel. During those times, you were always afraid to say the wrong thing and make it all worse, so you chose to be silent too.

At least until you walked into the house. You didn't like to see him like that in there... you couldn't do anything about all the horrible things he saw on the streets and at the station, but your home was his safe place. Where the two of you laughed like the world was peaceful, cuddled like there was no other place to be. He was different at home. He wasn't that pile of stress in front of you, he was your Dave. And that's why you needed to talk to him, do anything to get him out of that state.

"Babe, you wanna talk about your day?" You offered.

He shrugged, taking off his belt, putting his gun and everything away safely.

Your heart fell. He didn't usually treat you so indifferently, no matter what happened at work... no matter how stressed he was, he would never take it out on you. That's when you started to overthink. Well... maybe he was mad at you? Maybe he didn't like your visits at his work place... maybe he didn't really want to see you right now and you were forcing him to? You were annoying him...

"I'm sorry." You murmured.

"What?" He finally turned his attention to you.

"I'm sorry." You repeated, a little louder.

"I heard you." He mocked. "But I'm not convinced."

"I..." You stuttered. You didn't even know what to say. Was he trying to humiliate you just for showing up at the station? You weren't sure anymore.

"Nothing to say now?" He asked, arms crossed, looking at you. "Cause you seemed so talkative earlier with Miller."

Oh. He was jealous? You felt relief wash over you and couldn't hold back your laughter. But as soon as you saw the way he was looking at you, it suddenly became a lot less funny.

"I just..." You realized you would have to explain yourself, and there was something thrilling about it. "I was just being nice."

"Yeah? You decided to be nice to everyone but me?" He questioned.

"Dave, what are you talking about? When was I not nice to you?"

"When you decided to disobey me." He closed his eyes and if you weren't sure where this would end before, now you were. "I don't wanna see you talking to that asshole again, do you understand?"

"Why?" You asked with your sweetest, most innocent voice, and had to bite back a smirk. "He's always so nice to me."

He left out a sigh. You didn't have to be so difficult when he was already so pissed. When he approached, you stood very still. He stopped behind you, one hand delicately placed on your waist in contrast to the other, that grabbed a fistful of your hair. He didn't pull it yet, just left it there, as a warning.

"Yeah, I bet he's so nice to you." He rolled his eyes, breathing on your neck. "Did you know that the other day I almost lost my job? You know why?"

You shook your head slowly, as far as his grip on your hair allowed you to.

"I was having a fucking shitty day and I heard him talking about you. About what a pretty little thing you are." He said, placing kisses on your neck between his phrases. "And how I was so stupid for staying away for so long, cause someone might... have to take my place."

His own words made him angry again. He finally pulled your hair, bringing your body as close as possible to his.

"And it took all of me to not grab my gun right there and then." He rested his chin on your shoulder, speaking close to your ear. "But then... I just remembered that I was the one who was coming home to you that night. And the next one. And always, because you're mine, aren't you?"

"Yes." I whispered, since he was close enough to hear it. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know..."

"Oh you didn't know?" He released your hair and you felt relieved for a moment. "Then I guess I'll have to teach you a fucking lesson. On your knees, now."

You obeyed immediately, getting on your knees in front of him, in the middle of the living room. You just knew that the less you acted up, the more generous he would be after. The quicker the anger would go away.

"Good fucking girl." His hand went to your chin, forcing you to look up as he shoved two fingers inside your mouth, and you welcomed them, licking in circular motions. "You know what? Think that asshole is right. I'm so stupid."

You frowned confusingly, never stopping sucking his fingers.

"Yeah, I'm stupid for letting him get into my head when I just know I can get you on your knees for me. He can't imagine the things you do for me, like the good little slut you are." He shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, making you gag a little.

With his other hand, he got rid of his belt and started unbuttoning his pants. Then he removed his fingers from your mouth and you enjoyed the break to breathe, because something indicated that would be the last time you'd be able to do that for a while.

He pushed his pants and underwear down enough to remove his hard cock, giving it a few strokes. Your mouth watered at the mere sight of it.

"Open up, put that mouth to better use than fucking disrespecting me." He said, eyes as dark as they could possibly be.

Again, you wouldn't dare to not do as you were told that night. You allowed him to push his cock inside your mouth a little more gently then you expected him too. But once you fully adapted to it, he began thrusting fast. Hand behind your head, keeping you still for him to use. His moans loud and incoherent.

Then he slowed down, and eventually stopped, removing his cock from your mouth and giving it a few strokes in front of your face. He wasn't going to cum just yet, you knew it was going to be a long night. The thing is that he was pissed. And he just fucked your mouth a little to get to see the tears forming in your eyes, you on your knees... absolutely submitting to him. He wanted to remind himself that he could get you like that, eager to serve him. But he didn't really enjoy being so rough on his princess' pretty face, he knew she could get hurt. With her pussy, though, it was a different story. He could be merciless. And that's exactly what he needed right now.

"On the couch, ass in the air for me." He demanded.

You thought you were in for a long and humiliating spanking session. But he just didn't feel like wasting time that night... and also... he wasn't exactly mad at you, he was just making sure you knew who you belonged to. So all he did was push your panties aside and run his fingers through your folds, making sure you were wet enough.

David was so scary when he was mad, but it was all about these little details... he checked the entire time for any signs that you weren't having fun or that he could hurt you. He would never forgive himself if he did hurt you, even a little bit.

And he was delighted to find that you were soaked, so he could carry on, shoving his cock inside you at once.

"Fuck..." he grunted as you moaned loudly, both in pain from being so brutally stretched out and from the pleasure of finally having him inside you. "You gonna let me mark you as mine, huh? Pussy so tight, squeezing me so good, gonna fuck you until it's the exact shape on my cock, so you won't be able to take anyone but me."

"Dave!" You cried out as he trusted deep and so fast. "Don't want... don't want anyone but you..."

"Good. Cause you're fucking mine." He said, hand wrapping tightly around your throat. "You. Are. Fucking. Mine. Did you hear me?"

"FUCK, YES!" You moaned, feeling like his words were bringing you closer and closer to your release. "I'm yours, Dave, all yours... fuck me, fuck me so good..."

"Yeah? So good, pretty baby?" His movements never lost intensity, but started to lose rythm, indicating he was getting close too. "You know what? Wanna get you fucking pregnant so everyone knows you're always filled with my cum, that I give you everything you fucking need..."

All you could do was scream his name. He had never said anything half that dirty to you before. You were pretty sure not even David knew he had a breeding kink... it was the last thing you would expect from him.

"Dave! Can I please cum, please please please..." you just kept begging, even though your voice was muffled as he pushed your head to the sofa.

"Yes, baby, you're such a good girl, of course you can..." he used a sweet tone that didn't match the loud sounds of his skin collapsing with yours so hard. "Do it, do it now, baby, fuck..."

God, the way you screamed, unable to control your legs, unable to stay still, forcing him to use more strength than he would like to keep your hips under his control, just so he could keep hitting that spot you liked...

God, the way you came so hard, screaming that you belonged entirely to him.

"Fuck, gonna fill you up, my sweet girl..." he said as he felt closer to the edge. "Gonna fucking cum..."

He shoved his cock so fucking deep and gave you every single last angry drop of cum he had. And he kept himself burried that deep as he tried to catch his breath. You were absolutely unable to move, just laying there, feeling absolutely brainwashed as all you could think about was belonging to him.

You left out a whine that almost broke his heart as he removed his cock from you.

"Shhh... I know, baby." He stroked your hair gently. "I'll be right back, okay?"

You weren't strong enough to answer. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and left. Time didn't feel real, but he probably didn't take more than a minute to come back, bringing you a glass of water. He sat on the sofa and helped you sit on his lap to drink it.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked as he scanned your body for bruises or any sign of stress.

"Yeah, feeling great." You smiled at him, earning a smile back. "Dave... why didn't you tell me about the things you heard that day?"

"I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, I guess." He shrugged. "Besides... it doesn't matter, only you and I know about us... I don't care what he thinks."

"Yeah, but you felt uncomfortable. You should have talked to me about it... next time that piece of shit tries to talk to me, I'm gonna kick him in the balls." You put on your most dangerous expression. One that always made David laugh. "And before you say I'm going to jail: no I won't, I know someone."

"You do?" He chuckled.

"Yeah. Someone who's as mine as I'm his." You leaned closer to his face, lips barely brushing his.

"Glad you know that." He sealed the agreement with a passionate kiss.

[audrey-carr1]

The Heiress and the Lady of the House (Part 8)

A/N: Sorry for the late updates. I got a new job, and it takes up my weekdays leaving me the weekends to rest and write. You know I did not think this would end this way when I first started. I hope you all have enjoyed the story thus far. There may be an epilogue coming soon. Someone also suggested that I could write this from Hetty's point of view, and that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

warnings: fem!reader, Hetty x Reader

Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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“I’ll give you two time to talk, but I want an answer soon,” Death says before disappearing

Hetty nods solemnly to herself, thinking about what she was told. She looks at me, a look in her eyes that I cannot place. 

“I want you to be happy, truly,” Hetty says.

“Hetty, please-” She places a finger over my lips shushing me before brushing her thumb across my lips. Her hand cups my cheek, and I place my hand on top of hers. 

“You can be with your parents, it’s okay. You’d have peace, the night terrors would stop. You deserve to be happy without loss, my love,”

“But I am happy with you!” I say teary eyed. 

“If we are meant to be we’ll find each other again.” Hetty begins to cry, “I know what it’s like to not have your parents around. Especially not growing up with a mother. If you have that chance, I’d give it to you without a shadow of a doubt. I want you to have every good thing in the world. You have been running from what happened for years, and I have come to believe that you are using us to help you not face your problems. I know it’s not malicious, but I cannot watch you lose yourself to us. I’m telling you ”

“You’re leaving me?” I ask. 

Hetty sighs. Of course, that’s the only thing you heard from her speech. Hetty grabs your shoulders and waits for you to look her in the eyes. 

“I can’t offer you anything in our world,” Hetty says, “This relationship would go nowhere. Literally.”

“Hetty you came all of this way to get me only to try and leave me?” I say. 

“If it means giving you something better then yes, I will let you go.  If I let you go, I can give you more. Does it hurt? Yes, and it’s taking every fiber of my being to not be selfish and keep you all to myself,”

“I do not want for anything, Hetty,” I beg, “Only you. Please don’t let me go.”

“I will not allow you to wait idly while your life passes you by. Do more than I could, live your life beyond Woodstone. I’ll be okay…we’ll be okay,” Hetty kisses me chastely, “You’ll be okay.”

“Hetty please do not make me choose. I don’t…I can’t” My face is wet and warm with tears. My fingers clutch the fabric of her dress fearing that if I let go then this will all be over. 

“It’s okay,” Hetty says wrapping me in an embrace.

“I thought you loved me,” I sob. 

“I do love, so much if I were alive it would kill me. You have made quiet the impression,” Hetty says wiping away her own tears. 

Hetty couldn’t bring herself to say that she knows what you’re night terrors are about. How in your sleep you still call out for your mother. How you’ll mumble about your dad sometimes in the wee hours of the morning. She would never tell you that one night she asked Sass to enter your dreams, and she’ll never forget the empty expression that was on his face when he relayed what he saw. 

Hetty couldn’t allow you to live like that any longer. Sure she would go back to life as it was before you. She’ll miss having her arms wrapped around someone. She would miss having someone who understood the multiple complex layers of her personality. She’ll miss watching you interact with everyone and hearing your infectious laugh. She’ll miss catching the hijinks that you and Trevor would cook up. Hetty hates that it took losing you to realize how much joy and life you brought to Woodstone. Something that wasn’t there even when Hetty was alive. 

Hetty knew that if she were to allow you to come back with her, you would never leave. You’d never grow into the person that you are destined to be. Stifling your growth would be worse than breaking your heart. At least in Hetty’s eyes, it would be. As selfish as Hetty wants to be, she has to let you go. At least this way it doesn’t cause either of you pain you would remember. 

“Hetty?” I ask, “Hetty, what happened that day when I crossed the boundary?”

Hetty’s mind flashes back to that day. Her stomach is twisted in knot as she replays the image of you layed on the floor being worked on my paramedics. The feeling of losing you so intense it makes her spin even now. Hetty takes a shuddering breath before she finds the words to speak. 

“It was a very painful ordeal to watch. It all happened so fast. I woke up to noise downstairs, and I saw you being carried in. You stopped breathing,” Hetty stops her voice too shaky to continue.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to continue,” I say taking her hand. 

 “What did it feel like for you?” Hetty asks.

“I didn’t feel a lot really. Apparently, the reason I felt so crappy before is because my soul, or what was left of it, was trying to attach to Woodstone. Since the other part was here, when I crossed the boundary I cam here. This is the place where-”

“Where the girl pushed you. Riley told me after I had asked,” Hetty says, “It’s okay you don’t have to talk about it,” Hetty says. 

She pauses for a moment, and then continues,“So this was inevitable, you would have had to cross the boundary at some point.” 

“Yeah I guess so,” I respond.

“And I’m at the hospital now?” I ask already knowing the answer. I just want the confirmation that I’m still alive. 

“In a coma,” Hetty nods, “I only found you because we did a reverse seance,”

“A reverse seance?” I ask. 

“The ghosts sent me to you instead of asking you to come back. We were afraid that if your soul came back to Woodstone it would be trapped as a soul forever. This whole ghost thing can be very tricky,” Hetty laughs before her lips go back to being pressed in a fine line. 

At some point we find ourselves sitting, and I watch as Hetty draws mindless shapes in the sand. 

“I can’t remember the last time I played with sand,” Hetty says a bit amused by her own actions. 

I watch her a little longer before speaking up again. 

“You’re not going to let me come back with you, are you? I ask looking at her. 

“You are a woman who can make her own decisions, but I would advise against it,” Hetty says not looking up from the drawings. 

I don’t respond. My mind wanders to the possibilities that lay infront of me. I lean against Hetty and she wraps her arm around me.

“If you could leave Woodstone, what would you do? What would you be?” I ask. 

Hetty's smiles at the question, her eyes staring out into the distance as she ponders her answer. 

Hetty laughs softly before saying, “Here’s something I haven’t told you. I used to design dresses. I never made them, but with drawing skills, I could sketch some of the best designs. I had a few of them made, and I wore them. It felt nice to have original works that no one else could get their grubby little hands on,” 

I laugh at the last comment. 

“I think you would be a great designer,” I say. 

—--

“When did you first know you liked me?” I ask. 

“I’ve always liked you,” Hetty says smiling. 

“I mean romantically,” I say nudging her, and Hetty laughs. 

“Well, I remember seeing you for the first time. That was the first time I think my heart skipped a beat without it being cocaine-related,” Hetty says, “I think I knew I liked you when we would go on our walks together or when we would have our moments alone. I looked forward to those moments more than I would have cared to admit in the past. I knew I was in love with you the night we danced. When I had you in my arms…I think about that moment all the time. Especially since that is when we first kissed. I knew from that moment that I was head over heels in love with you.”

“When did you know you liked me? Hetty asks me this time. 

“I’ve always liked you,” I reply grinning. 

“Using my words against me I see,” Hetty smirks. 

“I knew I liked you the moment I laid eyes on you. I fell for you literally, and you caught me. I saw our forever in your eyes,” I lean in closer to her laying my head on her shoulder.

“You are rather clumsy,” She says matter of factly leaning into me. 

“Hey!” I say in self defense, and we both laugh. The laughing dies down and gives way to silence. The sound of the water and wind rustling the leaves the only things making noise. 

“What are you going to choose?” Hetty asks looking at me this time. 

“I’m not sure,” I reply softly,  “Hetty I don’t want to lose you.” 

Tears begin to fall down my face, and I bite my lip to keep from sobbing. 

“You won’t lose me. I promise you won’t lose me. No matter what memories may be lost, we’ll still have each other someway,” Hetty says wiping the tear from my face, “My love is so strong for you. Though you won’t remember me, and I won’t remember you my love will always be there. I can feel it.”

Hetty has to fight back tears herself, “I’ll be the sun that kisses warmth on your skin, I’ll be the clearest day when the rain is done. Not even a shake of an earthquake could break my love. That’s how strong my…our love is. We’ll find a way to each other again. In some other lifetime, we’ll be together. I know it,” 

Hetty leans in, and I do the same. Our lips meet in a kiss. This kiss is different. It is uplifting and heartbreaking at the same time. Filled with sweet memories and regrets. We pour ourselves into kiss grasping for just a bit more of each other before the inevitable happens. We hold on to the other almost afraid to let the other one go. I break away from the kiss and look at Hetty. 

“I love you,” I say

“I love you too,” Hetty says

—----

In some other life - June 2025

We walk inside the shop, the bell above the door sounding above us. We are greeted warmly by the staff, and given complimentary glasses of champagne. Movement at the top of the stairs brings our attention in that direction. A striking pair of blue eyes meet mine. I feel as if the air has been sucked out of the room, and my heart skips a beat. I take in the woman’s appearance.

Curly red hair, piled into a messy bun with a pencil sticking out from it. They are dressed in black slacks and a dark teal top. A string of pearls around her neck. A tape measure hanging carefully from her fingers.

There is something familiar about her, but I can’t place it. I hate that feeling when you think you’ve seen someone before, but you know you haven’t. I’m brought from thoughts as the woman descends the final step and walks over to us. 

“Welcome to House of Woodstone, I am the Lady of the House, Henrietta, but you can call me Hetty.”

Nadine and Riley both introduce themselves taking her hand in greeting. 

Hetty gets to me, and my heart flutters again. 

“You must be, (y/n),” 

I’ve gone mute, and I can only nod. I’ve never been rendered speechless by such beauty before. She outstretches her hand, and I take it in greeting. 

“Her skin is so soft, and she smells of bergamot, my favorite,” I think to myself

“Well (y/n), we must get you fitted for your dress,” Hetty says placing a hand on the small of my back to lead me into the dressing room. I try to fight the blush that threatens to overtake my cheeks at the gesture.

The blushing gets harder to fight when her hands work on the dress. I feel like I may die just by her being this close to me. I feel the warmth of her hands as she smooths over parts of the dress. 

“We’re going to get some more champagne, we are all out,” Nadine says taking Riley with her. Hetty and I acknowledge their departure before Hetty goes back to working on the dress. 

“Why don’t you try walking in it for me,” Hetty says. 

I nob taking some of the dress in my hand to have room for my feet. Ofcourse in my clumsy nature I trip trying to come down from the raised platform. Before I hit the floor, I’m wrapped in a pair of strong arms. 

“Clumsy?” Hetty says. 

“Awfully so,” I reply as he helps me into an upright position. Her hands rest on my hips, and I steady myself, resting a hand on her arm. 

“We’re back! We got the whole bottle this time,” Nadine announces. 

Hetty and I move from each other quickly as if we had been scalded by the other’s touch. Hetty clears her throat and gestures for me to walk. 

“Well seeing you don’t have trouble walking in the dress, I think the final alterations will be quite simple,”

“Did she ask about the bust?” Nadine says sitting on the couch.

“The bust?” Hetty asks, quirking an eyebrow up. 

“Don’t listen to her,” I say quickly. 

“No please do. She is a little shy, but we both think,” Nadine gestures between herself and Riley, “That she has a killer rack and it should be displayed but you know tastefully. Is there a way to help accentuate that,”

“Please forgive her she’s had too much champagne I think” I  apologize.

Hetty turns to me a look a mischief in her eyes before turning to Nadine, “Yes, I think I can do that. Especially if we-” 

I nearly choke on my spit when I feel Hetty’s hands on my under bust. She does some more adjusting, and I am practically squirming. I exhale sharply when her hands come to adjust my chest a bit. 

“Are you comfortable with this?” Hetty asks a faint look of concern in her eyes. 

“No, no I’m fine. It’s just uh I’m not used to dress fittings.  I’m just a little flustered, but I’m fine. Keep going,” I say and then I realize my words, “ I mean-”

“I know what you mean,” That mischievous gleam is back in her eyes. 

Once she finishes we all look in the mirror.

“How’s this?” Hetty asks. 

“It’s perfect! The cleavage is impeccable. My mouth is watering already,” Nadine laughs

I groan to myself. This is the last time I allow Nadine to come with dress shopping. 

“Well, I would hate for a killer rack to go to waste,” Hetty says her hand lingers a bit on the exposed skin of my shoulder. She winks at me in the mirror, and I feel weak-kneed again. I take the glass of champagne from the table next to me, and I down it one go. I’m a goner. 

I look to Riley and Nadine, and the two of them are walking amongst themselves. I don’t they’ve noticed anything, especially the flirting. 

“I’ll have the dress ready for you by tomorrow,” Hetty whispers to me before leaving the room. I can’t help but watch her walk away, and I do not fight staring at the extra swing in her hips as she leaves. 

—--

The Ball - Still June 2025

The night of the ball is more exhausting than I thought. Meeting and talking to people I really do not have much interest in. The only person I can think of right now is Hetty, and her eyes. The feel of her hands and the sound of her voice. 

I press my drink to my chest, hoping the chill of the glass will help fight the warmth I feel. 

“The dress looks like it was made for you,” A voice says from behind. 

I turn around to thank the person, and to my surprise it’s Hetty. 

“Hi, Henrietta, sorry I mean Hetty,” My cheeks flush, and I kick myself for stumbling over my words.

“It’s okay…” She pauses,” I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I quite like the way you say my full name,”

“I’ll admit. I also like the way you say mine,” I add,”  I love the dress too.”

“I’m glad you do,” She smiles and I do the same, “ I never thought I would make a dress for an heiress,” 

“Aren’t you one?”

“You’ve done your research,” She says a bit impressed, “It’s different when it’s a new silhouette.” 

We stand in silence watching the room and the people in it. I rack my brain to find something…anything to say. I’ve never been rendered speechless by someone before, and it is awfully frustrating. 

“So…” Hetty says breaking the silence. 

“So…” I repeat trying to find something to say to fight the awkwardness in the air. I could facepalm myself for how dumb I must sound. 

“Where is your girlfriend?” Hetty asks before taking a sip from her wine glass. 

“Girlfriend?” I ask.  I look at her and I notice her cheeks turn pink. 

“The woman you came to the dress shop with,” She says casually 

“Nadine?” I ask. 

She nods. 

 “Oh no, she’s not my girlfriend just a friend that is a girl. She is very flirty with and without alcohol,” I clarify. 

Hetty tries not to react strongly to the news that you may be single after all. She schools her features and prepares herself for the next question.

“My apologies, I assumed that since she called looking for a dress for you that you two were together,” Hetty clears her throat before continuing, “And the boy? Is he a friend that happens to be a boy?”

“Yes, in fact he is,” I reply with a small smile. 

Hetty gives an internal utterance of gratitude. Again silence overtakes the both of you, but neither of seem to mind in this moment. You both enjoy each other’s company even if words aren’t being exchanged. 

Hetty can’t describe the feeling she has just by standing next to you. She tries hard not stare, and keeps her eyes trained on the others in the room. 

The orchestra begins to play, and I immediately recognize the tune. Lana Del Rey’s rendition of Once Upon A Dream. 

“I must be feeling very bold tonight, but would you like to dance?” Hetty asks extending her hand for me to take. A feeling of nervousness overtakes Hetty as she realizes that you could say no. That she could have been overstepping a bit. 

I look at the outstretched hand.

“Yes, I would. I have to tell you that I am not well versed in the art,” I reply

“It’s okay, I’ll lead,” Hetty says

I try to fight the butterflies in my stomach that flutter when Hetty places my hand on her waist and then places her hand on my waist. Her other hand skates down my forearm, and I gasp softly at the sensation. Her other hand slips into mine easily, and we begin to waltz with the rest of the crowd. We move around the room as if we are the only ones here. 

The air feels heavy, and the tension around us could be cut with a knife. 

“I have been trying to recall where I know you from. You seem awfully familiar,” Hetty says 

“As do you,” I say, “I have never felt a strong connection with someone I’ve just met before. ” I say.

She smiles, “Neither have I.”

As we dance we prattle places we could have seen each other, but nothing rings a bell for the other.

“Are you single?” I ask. 

Hetty smirks at the question. Her tongue darting out to quickly dance across her lips. My breath hitches at the sight. I breathe sharply through my nose, and I tear my eyes away from her lips. 

“I am,” Hetty says matter-of-factly. 

She looks me in the eye, and I am thankfully she has a decent grip on me otherwise I’m sure my clumsy feet would have the best of me again. She pulls me in closer closing in any of the remaining gap between us. I’m not sure who’s heart could be the one hammering. 

Her eyes look to my lips, back to my eyes, and then my lips again. 

“May I be bold once more?” Hetty asks. 

“Please,” I reply.

Her lips meet mine, and it feels like my soul has finally found its missing piece. The cliches about the feelings of true love’s kiss finally make sense. My world finally makes sense. To anyone else, we would look like a couple instead of two practically strangers. 

The kiss breaks, we are in public after all. 

“I apologize, I have never been so forward before,” Hetty says 

“No it’s okay. I wish I would have been as forward,” I say hoping she doesn’t leave.

“Are you sure we haven’t met before?” Hetty asks again. 

“Maybe in some other life,” I say. 

Hetty smiles, kissing my lips again before continuing to lead the dance. I hum the lyrics and laugh to myself at the irony and slight accuracy of the lyrics. 

But if I know you, I know what you’ll do

You’ll love me at once

The way you did once upon a dream

-Fin-

A/N: Ah the final installment! I should probably get to work on the other stories huh?

[fujii-draws]

Regrets

Summary: As golden orbs of light brought an end to Dusknoir’s existence; he’s confronted with a thought. One he’d long been avoiding since the day he arrived in the world of the past, and came in contact with two young, small Pokémon. The same two he’d eventually come to grow fond of, only to betray as part of his mission. As he’s forced to finally confront it in his isolation, Dusknoir finds himself coming to an epiphany. One he’d been denying for a very, very long time.

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��Aimilios... Ribbons...’ The ghost type melancholically lamented to himself. ‘They… did it….’

The black, paralyzed skies had begun to shift as the morning came. Rays of light hit the ghost type’s body; although numb, even he’d felt the warmth of the sun course through him. Time was finally moving again… and all Dusknoir could do was helplessly watch as his body faded; the light bringing an end to his existence.

Dusknoir cannot describe the emotions he’s feeling. Proud…? Accomplished…? Fearful….?

Damn it all. Arceus… if only he’d realized the mistake he was making. If only he’d defied Primal Dialga and had his change of heart sooner… perhaps those two would’ve still…. The three of them could’ve been-

No.

It’s over.

He ruined it.

…Dusknoir turns his head slowly, his gaze falling on to Grovyle; the reason he decided to go against Primal Dialga’s wishes in the first place. The reason he lived; for what would perhaps be the first time in ages… Had it not been for his speech back at the icicle pillars…Dusknoir doesn’t even want to think of the calamity that would’ve ensued. He continues to stare at the slowly disappearing grass-type, almost thoughtful.

“Grovyle…”

The grass-type’s eyes meet the black specter’s pained expression.

“My M-my life… Did it shine….?”

Dusknoir wanted to hear it from Grovyle. He wouldn’t feel satisfied, or even happy hearing it from himself. The ghost’s self-hatred was deep rooted enough as it was. Especially after all of what he had done. He needed a second opinion.

“…Yes.” The lizard Pokémon smiles, softly reassuring Dusknoir in what would be his final moments. “…Extraordinarily.”

…Dusknoir, despite not believing Grovyle, chooses to do so. Offering a small smile back at his old friend. “Grovyle… Thanks to you…..”

He pauses.

“…I have no regrets.”

…Dusknoir starts to feel himself slipping away completely; his physical form fading into illuminated lights in the sky as he draws his final breath… His death is almost comforting... At least- it would’ve been, had he made peace with his unspoken feelings… towards them. Even when he’s disappearing. Even when he’s dying…

He still couldn’t tell the truth.

One regret.

He had all but one.

…And now, he’ll never see them again. Never be able to tell them how sorry he was. Never be able to tell those two how much they meant to him… what they actually meant to him.

How foolish was he…? To get attached like this…? To care so much about their futures as well as his…? ..He couldn’t even admit how much they mattered to him in his final moments… Dusknoir grunts. really is just a liar, isn’t he? And that’s all the two will remember him for. Their scornful expressions when he’d laughed at their misery during their confrontation in the future. Their looks of betrayal. Tears rolled down the eevee and riolu’s faces as they unhinged their claws and teeth at Dusknoir. To think at the time, he found their reactions simply hysterical…

——————

“YOU LIAR..!”

“W-WE TRUSTED YOU..!”

“Pray tell… who’s fault is that?” Dusknoir sneered. “Not once had I asked for your background, or your names.”

Dusknoir began to float menacingly towards Aimilios. “Last I recall, you were responsible for your own partner’s downfall.”

“I-I….”

“LEAVE HIM ALONE…!!”

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…Now all he feels is a sharp pain stabbing through his chest recalling that horrible memory.

If there was a heaven or hell; the latter would be awaiting him right about now.

Speaking of…

Dusknoir opens his eye, attempting to browse his uncanny surroundings. What meets the ghost-type is… emptiness?

“…What on earth..?” His eye wanders down to his body.

…He appears in what looks like a pitch-black void. Dusknoir himself would’ve blended right in with the endless abyss had it not been for the yellow outlines distinguishing the features of his silhouette-like shadow… the same exact hue of yellow lights that’d been responsible for his disappearance moments ago… it’s almost as if he’d become a ghost all over again... He’d find the circumstances slightly amusing had it not been for his current dilemma. Dusknoir stares at his golden-laced hand, before contemplating something.

‘…Perhaps..’ Dusknoir thinks to himself. ‘Perhaps… it’s better this way…’ He knows it’s selfish. He knows he’s being a coward. But… now he doesn’t have to face Ribbons and Aimilios. He doesn’t have to look at those same faces that once revered him with such adoration; now fear, in the eyes… And yet… The thought of never seeing those two again… why does the thought bring him so much unnecessary pain? They were only means to an end to begin with- so why does he even CARE?!

“…GWOOH.. GWOOOOH..!!!” The ghost-type’s head begins to throb uncontrollably; Dusknoir clutches his head; nearly identical to how he did when breaking down in the midst of Grovyle’s speech. He clutches his temple harder in a feeble attempt to satiate the pain. Why couldn’t he just stop…? He’d tried so hard to detach himself from Ribbons and Aimilios once he realized who they were... Yet like a complete and utter fool; he stayed close. So close to an eevee and riolu he was ordered to execute. Why couldn’t he just forget about those two…? It would hurt so much less. They were means to an end to begin with- so WHY?!

“B-BLAST IT..!”

He slams both of his fists on the onyx colored ground beneath him in frustration. The yellow outlines of his body begin to glow violently as he draws heavy, shallow breaths.

…Dusknoir is suddenly plagued with a memory- of those two. He… remembers the eevee and riolu smiling widely; at him no less. It was… around the time when he’d referred to them as his ‘friends’. A mere front to gain their trust. Dusknoir recounts just how overjoyed they looked… and how that happiness made something in his chest hurt for a split second. He didn’t have to give them false hope. He didn’t have to play this ruse as far as he did… and yet. There was a small, foolish part of him that genuinely enjoyed it; and an even smaller part of him that knew he’d regret it.

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“You mean it?!” The riolu beamed. “You’ll really help us?!”

“But of course!” Dusknoir smiled, placing a hand on his chest. “I offer you two, my full cooperation!”

Dusknoir watched as the two Pokémon whip their heads towards eachother; almost trying to confirm the other’s disbelief. They look back at him; tails wagging rapidly in unison— before Ribbons excitedly jumps onto the ghost-type. Dusknoir nearly stumbles from just how sudden it was. Despite this, he catches her with his quick reflexes.

“Thank you thank you thank you!!!” Ribbons cheered. “You have no idea how much this means to us!”

Dusknoir recollected himself; before putting a hand on each of the overjoyous Pokémon’s heads.

“I’m… glad to hear. Truly.” A lie, obviously…but even he couldn’t help but smile a little at their shared enthusiasm.

“By golly..! Huff… huff…”

All three of the Pokémon had turned their heads to the out-of-breath Bidoof. Dusknoir immediately put Ribbons and Aimilios down; a slightly embarrassed blush crossing the ghost’s face as he brushed himself off coughing, returning to his more professional, stoic-like persona.

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…He didn’t have to play with their emotions. He could’ve just as easily stayed acquaintances- kept his distance- but no. He just had to enjoy spending time with them. He had to get closer to them. He had to remember their favorite foods. To enjoy laughing with them until his stomach became sore, protecting them, watching over them, loving them as if they were…

Were…

…Dusknoir can’t help but hold his hand under his eye. He… he really did care those two... As if they were his own… his own…

“….Hoh…”

His train of thought comes to a complete halt. The idea of those two? Seeing him that way? After what he had done? After the horrible things he’s said…?

“Ho..Hohohaha..! HOHOHOHA-HA-HA-HA!”

His laughter becomes more and more erratic; holding one hand under his eye as the other grips his head- his cackles echoing into the never ending void.

“HAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahaa…!“

Dusknoir’s broken laughter echoes throughout the void; until there’s nothing left but silence. Both of Dusknoir’s hands now cover his face as he crumbles to the ground. A shell of what was once the ‘Great Dusknoir’… was nothing more but the husk of a broken ghost. Too selfish and weak to do the right thing; and stand by the only two Pokémon who were willing to trust him with their lives… He wishes the endless abyss he was in would just swallow him already.

“Aimilios…Ribbons…” Dusknoir’s voice cracks; calling out for the ones he’d hurt.

…They deserved so much better than him. He didn’t deserve them. And to think in the beginning, they’d been the ones who were trying to prove themselves to be worthy of him... When it’d been the other way around this entire time. How ironic.

How absolutely ironic.

…Which reminds him-

“Ribbons…!” His head shoots up in a panic; his eye filled with worry.

She had already disappeared at this point, didn’t she..? In front of Aimilios no less..? He can’t even begin to fathom how horrible it must’ve been for both of them… at such young ages… maybe if he’d assisted them on their perilous journey to Temporal Tower…. he could’ve been there to remedy the weight of their situation… but of course instead, he used it in a pathetic attempt to beg for his life. Dumping everything onto Ribbons in a last ditch effort to save his own ghostly skin… in the small desperate hope she’d finally understand why he…

…Selfish.

So selfish.

Of course his train of thought immediately went straight back to him. He can’t think about anyone’s wellbeing except for his own. His ‘self preservation’. His ‘life’. Nevermind all of the Pokémon he was going to deny the futures of. He was at risk. So they all had to pay for it. Because of his cowardice.

This was his atonement.

He deserved this.

Dusknoir closes his eye. Maybe in his next life he’ll be a decent Pokémon. One worthy of respect. Of adoration.

Of love.

.

.

.

“Gah...”

Dusknoir groans. Why does it feel so cold all of a sudden..?

Wait.. cold?

He sees… ice… and feels… wind?

‘…What..?’

He slowly gets up; using his hands to suspend himself in the air. He looks around- only to see himself back.

Back on the mountain.

He stares at his hands for an indeterminate amount of time before they begin to tremble. His expression contorted into one of self-loathing and confusion.

“W-we’re still here…” His fingers curl into fists.

“I didn’t disappear…! Wh-Why?!”

Dusknoir shouts; almost disgusted by the fact he was revived- rather than questioning how it was even possible in the first place. No. He doesn’t- He shouldn’t be here. It must’ve been some kind of mistake… That’s it. There’s no other logical explanation for why he should be still here. Perhaps the higher being that brought him back into this world will immediately realize their error, and make swift work of him.

“We… we truly are still here…” Grovyle lamented, breathing a sigh of what would be an overwhelming rush relief. Celebi begins to flutter her wings happily around the grass-type.

“Wonderful!! I don’t know why we were fading and didn’t disappear…” She twirls, overjoyous now having gained all her strength back. “…But everyone is safe!! Oh my beloved..! Isn’t this just an amazing wonderful thing?!”

Grovyle chuckles heartedly. “It is.”

Unfortunately among the three; the ghost type was not experiencing the same joy as the grass type pokemon. Dusknoir had been drowning out half of their words of cheer and relief with thoughts of contempt. Self-depricational thoughts clouded the ghost-type’s mind as he kept searching for logical answers for his revival… Everyone else made sense. But why him of all Pokémon..?!

“Why..? Wh-Why me..?” Dusknoir whispered to himself dejectedly; mirroring his words from when his Sableye ‘betrayed’ him.

The only difference being how genuine it was.

Pr- Dialga had appeared to explain the whole situation to the trio. Once that had been done, Grovyle, and Celebi walked and flew individually near the edge of the mountain to feel the sun on their skins; their accomplishments finally having been paid off, soaking in the sun…

……Dusknoir, however; had stayed in the exact spot he’d been revived. His thoughts plagued him. This was not his victory. This was not for him to enjoy. What was he to do now..? Live his life as if nothing happened..? As if he didn’t hurt countless Pokémon..? Guilt had almost immediately begun to eat away at the ghost-type. He looks down at his hands one last time... Perhaps death would’ve been too good for a despicable Pokémon such as himself. The torment of being alive, and living with what he had done seemed like a fitting and ironic enough punishment… but that wasn’t what truly scared him.

Far from it, in fact.

Without a doubt in Dusknoir’s mind; Grovyle and Celebi would want to return back to the past… perhaps not this very instant; but at a given point. And when that time finally arrives…

Dusknoir stares at the Passage of Time facing him. Almost mocking him.

…He’d have to face them.

“…” Dusknoir clenches his fists tightly; his brow furrowing.

…The mere thought of confronting those two again- No no no no no. He- he should have disappeared. Death would’ve been a mercy. He can’t face them- not again. Looking at the same two children he tried to slaughter with his bare hands mere hours ago face-to-face..? Dusknoir’s fists tremble as his terror consumes him. What would they say..? Let alone think..? They’d run at the mere sight of him. He…

He doesn’t want to scare them.

He doesn’t want to hurt them.

He..

…Now he has something else to be afraid of.

[cupiohearts]

ANGEL EYES ?! - shu meet the strangest person you'll ever meet

gn! reader, scenario, highschool au, rebellious shu

shu found you easy to talk to in fact your first meeting started when he had begun rebelling against his school and started to skip class more often. living inside of the country side meant that there were several forests and lakes to look around at.

"a human boy?" he heard your voice coming from a tree that was thick in size and with leaves that grew all around. it was a dense tree so he couldn't even see if he tried. "huh? hey is someone around here or something?!" shu threw his bag down on the grass and sat against the tree.

"whoever you are come out right now!" he shouted around himself. not expecting anything from anyway.

a hand suddenly popped out from the tree in front of his face.

"WA-WAHHH! WHAT ARE YOU?!" shu screamed as soon as the hands started swinging around. "i'm human just like you!" you giggled. you watched as shu ran away from the tree screaming something about a witch or a monster living inside of it.

but here he goes again the next day. he brought himself a peace offering for you this time. a charm he found on the ground and declared it to be a worthy sacrifice.

"oh? a gift for me?" your voice quieted a bit after you took the charm from his hands. your arms disappearing from the tree for a moment before returning back. shu was still looking at the tree with a upset look on his face. his special tree was getting over run by a strange person and it's not very cool when arm start swinging from its leaves.

"human! bring me more of these!"

"if i bring you more, will you hurt me?"

"when you start bringing more of this trinkets we can start dealing out cards"

shu smiled inside of his palms at his first memory of meeting you. after that day he started collecting things like bottlecaps or scraps of ribbons to appease you so he could take naps or just relax under the tree you guarded. but when late summer to fall started coming around you stopped talking to him.

but one day in late spring you showed up again. he noted that you always came by when the leaves on the tree were getting denser to hide your appearance. he took nothing of it until one day on the first day of fall. he heard your voice again.

"im sorry shu, this will have to be my last time meeting you."

with only a sentence you stopped showing up all together. no notes, not a scrap of you was left behind. when he decided to climb the tree branch your hands appeared from all of the little things he gave you were there inside of a small hole inside of the tree.

it was laid inside of a pile with a paper on top of it. he couldn't read what was on the paper. it was only when shu started to learn more about spirits and more creature did he learn who you were.

a minor wind god who was too young to die. you were around for a few centuries and took in mainly spirits as followers but he found that all of your followers had died around winter.

since there was no one left to worship you, you no longer had a physical form. it was only your spirit that was left after the summers went by.

and here he was. at a rusted old shrine placing his hands and knees together and bowing at a dead god. but his dear friend at the same time. he had only just realized this but he never got your name all this time. looking carefully at the shrine there was an etched plaque that looked poorly placed on the side.

Y/N.

I WATCHED TOO MUCH NATSUME AND THE BOOK OF FRIENDS OK I NEEDED THIS

[tickle-bugs]

Needling Away

Summary: When Clark skips a team-building acupuncture appointment, Lois offers to make it up to him personally with a massage. AU where Jimmy knows Clark’s secret and tries to protect him but Lois is on to both of them.

Lois has officially backed herself into the corner of all corners and she knows it. 

She’s almost positive that Clark is Superman. She still has questions, so many goddamn questions, but it fits so neatly in her brain that she’s getting tired of ignoring it. Clark’s just a nice, small-town boy who conveniently disappears whenever crime is happening, who shows up to work tired and bruised, and whose muscled chest is the exact softness and density as the super-pecs she’d just pressed her cheek on last week.

She knows that chest. At this point, it’s denial. 

“Hey guys.” Lois bumps open the door to their supply closet of an office. She sets down coffee and bagels for the three of them. 

“Hi Lois!” Jimmy looks up from fiddling with his camera. Clark waves shyly at her. His gaze hangs on her with awe of witnessing the sunrise. She looks away, face burning. 

“I brought you something.” She fishes out a crumpled envelope from her pocket and cringes at the state of it. She smooths it out. Takes a breath. 

“I know we’re still fighting to move up, but…I couldn’t have done any of this without you guys. I figured…if you’re anything like me, you’re probably stressed out of your minds, sitting up at night trying to figure out who Superman is--”

She meets Clark’s eye. His eyes widen. She clears her throat and looks away.

“I thought we could use a break.” She hands Clark the envelope. Their fingers brush as he takes it. He opens it gently and takes out three peach-colored vouchers with tiny text. His eyes skim quickly before he peeks up under his lashes. 

“Acupuncture?” He adjusts his glasses. Jimmy takes the envelope from him and reads it over, muttering under his breath. 

“Yeah! It’s supposed to help you relax. I’ve never done it, but Cat swears by it.” She sits on a table, gesturing wildly. She tries to dismiss the image of Clark looking up at her like that from her brain.

“This is so thoughtful, Lois. Thank you.” Clark smiles.

“Super thoughtful, but…Clark can’t go.” Jimmy elbows Clark in the ribs. He startles. They descend into a cyclone of whispers, doing that infuriating ‘best friend’ thing they do where neither of them speaks a complete word or thought. 

“I can’t? Oh. Oh! Right, yeah. Can’t go. Maybe I’ll give this to my mom, she’ll use it--” Clark starts to hand back the voucher. 

“Why can’t you go?” Lois frowns. 

“Uh…”

“He’s afraid of needles.” Jimmy blurts. Clark looks at him like a deer in headlights. Jimmy elbows him again and it seems to reboot him. 

“Deathly afraid, yeah. See one and I just, whew--I just pass out.” Clark laughs nervously. Lois’s heart sinks. 

“Oh.” She looks at her shoes. “Sorry, that was stupid of me. I should’ve asked you first.”

Clark’s warm hands gently take her shoulders. She looks up into his eyes, his smile, and is immediately at peace. 

“It’s a really nice gesture. The fact that you thought of me--” He grunts at another elbow to the ribs-- “and Jimmy was really kind. We appreciate you, Lois. We couldn’t do this without you either.”

“I will be cashing mine with haste.” Jimmy snaps his voucher, folds it crisply, and shoves it in his wallet. 

“I’ll give mine to my mom. She could use the break. Thank you.” Clark squeezes her shoulder. Lois nods, but she finds herself chewing the inside of her cheek in thought. 

 ……

That evening, Lois stands in front of Clark and Jimmy’s door for an embarrassing twenty minutes just raising and lowering her hand to knock. The inside of her cheek screams from the chewing. 

“Just knock,” she hisses under her breath, and her annoyance with herself drives her to knock a little too frantically. 

“Hey Clark? Is it okay if I--” The door slams open before she can finish-- “...come in?”

“Hi!” He beams. His hair is wet and curly from the shower and his hoodie looks so upsettingly soft. He’s wearing shorts, cozy ones, and the whole ensemble makes her want to chew on the drywall. He’s so cute. 

“Hi,” She breathes, totally cool and collected. They stare at each other for a moment before Clark’s eyes go wide behind his glasses.

“Oh god, did we have a meeting? I totally forgot, I’m sorry--”

“No, no. We didn’t. I just…wanted to see you.” She rocks forward on her toes. 

Way to sound desperate, Lane. 

Clark, adorably pink, opens the door for her. She steps into the apartment gingerly. 

“I should explain. I was thinking about the acupuncture thing. It was an excuse for us to spend some good time together and I messed it up. I really should’ve asked about your fear. I feel terrible.” Lois grabs his hand. It’s warm and soft to the touch. 

“You couldn’t’ve known. It’s not your fault.” He squeezes her hand. She pulls away. 

“Well, still, I felt bad that you were left out. I was thinking…maybe I could give you a massage? To make up for it?” Lois fiddles with her hands and watches him closely. His lips part slightly. He ducks his head, but Lois still catches the flush racing across his skin. 

“Wow, um…if you want to. I wouldn’t mind. You don’t have to, but—“

“I want to.” Lois smiles, and at last it feels natural. Clark awkwardly shuffles over to his bed and she follows. He sits stiffly, watching her with wide eyes. She stifles a chuckle as she sits behind him. 

“Get comfortable, Smallville. C’mon.” She pushes his shoulder. He lays down on his stomach, pillowing his arms under his head. He shuffles around a bit before he finally relaxes. 

“Can I go under your hoodie?” She touches his arm gently. He nods. She kneels beside him, sliding her hands up under the fabric. His back is warm and well-defined, almost foreign to the softness of his face. 

“Wow, you are…very tense. Your back’s like a brick.” With some difficulty, Lois starts working her hands into the dips and curves of his back. 

“Yeah, I’m just a tense….guy…” His voice breaks off into a murmur. Each muscle relaxes under her touch, like seams coming undone, and he lets out a sweet, soft sigh. Lois bites her lip on a smile. She’s never seen Clark relax like this before. Poor guy always seems like he’s a stiff breeze away from an aneurysm.

“I can’t believe you never did sports,” She hums. Her fingers trail upwards over patches of freckles and very faint scars. 

“I tried. It didn’t take. I like teams, but…I have much more fun getting to use my brain, I guess.” He shimmies in place a little bit. 

“So…how’d you get so strong?” She asks casually, timing the question with a push into Clark’s back. He groans and drops his head into his arms. At first, Lois fears she upset him, but then she catches the pleased sigh that follows after. 

“I started helping my dad with the farm and construction when I was very young. I guess it just built up over time.” He shrugs weakly. She narrows her eyes. It’s a good answer. Conveniently good.

Lois slots her fingers into his upper back. Clark full-body shivers to the point where she almost loses her balance. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Lois pulls her hands away. 

“Y-Yep, I’m fine! Promise.” He squeaks and gives a thumbs up, but his head remains steadfastly buried in the mattress. His ears are bright pink where they poke out from his hair. 

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Lois’s smile creeps into something mischievous. She leans down towards Clark and walks her fingers up his back. She gives an experimental little scritch, like she’s removing shmutz. He lets out a small eep and cranes his neck to watch her. 

“Are you ticklish, Smallville?” 

“Uhh…” Clark laughs nervously, avoiding her eyes. “I feel like no matter what I say, this is going to end badly for me.”

“You would be correct.” She skitters her fingers over his shoulderblades and he trembles, giggling like a maniac. He wiggles in place, grabbing fistfulls of the blankets. Shivering, bouncy laughter tumbles out of him in waves, consuming each breath before he can turn it into syllables to scold her with. His upper back tries to crunch in on itself to no avail. 

“Are you ticklish in any other weird places?” She pokes along his spine and he jumps. He rolls over quickly, too quickly, trapping her hand behind his back. She raises an unimpressed eyebrow and tickles the back of his ribs. 

“I’m ticklish in very n-normal places, thank you--Lois!” He squeaks and arches his back, swatting uselessly at her newly-freed hand. 

“Like where?” Lois grins. Clark narrows his eyes at her. The process of squirming had sent his hoodie creeping up, exposing the carved line of a hip and a bit of his stomach. Lois’s eyes dart to it. She feints for his back again but instead dives for his stomach. His voice cracks hard. 

“I’m not falling for thaaaaat!” Clark crunches forward like a lawn chair, deep laughter punching out of him. Her fingers creep around to the back of his hips and he falls back onto the bed, threading his fingers up into his hair. His glasses slide off his face and she catches them, neatly setting them aside. 

“God, you’re adorable. What endearing weakness for Superman to have.” Lois watches him carefully. Clark’s entire face shifts from pink to red as his chest heaves, still twitching away from her evil fingers. 

“Superman?” He shouts hysterically, half-caught in a bubbly laugh, and Lois laughs with him, folding forward into his chest. His hand immediately finds her back. 

When she looks up, his face is so close to hers, close enough to see the dusting of freckles fighting the wave of blush on his cheeks. His eyes are teary at the corners, still sparkling with his smile. 

The door bursts open then, sending the two scrambling apart. There’s nowhere to go on a bottom bunk, though, so they just smack their heads into the bed frame above them. Lois falls flat across Clark’s torso. 

Jimmy pauses, arms full of takeout bags, and gives them a very knowing look. 

“Do y’all need a minute?” He smirks and sets down the bags. Clark hides his burning face in his hands. 

“Nope, no we do not--”

“Jimmy, did you know Clark’s, like, stupid ticklish?” Lois leans on Clark’s shoulder and grins. He looks between them, alarmed. 

“As his best friend, it is my job to know all.” Jimmy fishes his food out of the bags. “Like how his armpits are really bad, for example.”

Clark squawks in offense, but then he’s flat against the mattress and cackling as Lois acts on her new intel. He starts to slide off the bed, his hair falling upwards with gravity. The light catches his eyes and smile just right, forming a clear picture of--

Superman. Clark is…Superman.

He must see it in her face then, that she knows, because he just very shakily raises a finger to his lips. His gaze darts towards Jimmy and Lois follows. 

“Your secret is safe with me,” she murmurs, knowing now that he can hear it, and smiles. He lights up, then his face settles into a deep, very attractive smirk. His eyes flash with sparks and then Lois is under him, screeching through laughter she didn’t know she was capable of. His hands on her are a dream and a nightmare all at once. 

“Unhand her, fiend!” Jimmy launches himself at the already-crowded bunk, worming under Clark’s tree trunk arms. Lois can’t quite see in the tight space, but she does feel the two of them crush her into the mattress as laughter floats around them. 

“Jimmy, the food!”

“Should’ve thought of that earlier, Clark! Perish!” 

Lois accepts that she will suffocate here beneath these two dorks, and it will have been worth it.

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Chapter 1

Masterlist

The forest was alive with whispers, the rustling leaves and distant calls of unseen creatures offering fleeting comfort. But no matter how deep I ventured into the woods, I couldn’t escape the aching loneliness clinging to me like the mist weaving through the trees. It wasn’t as if I was truly alone, though; I had friends, both on the rez and off it. Yet it felt like something was always slipping away, a spirit lost in my memories, constantly flee-ing but just out of reach.

Here in the woods, I found solace, an escape from the hard life of a part-time rez girl. This was my refuge. I would settle in a secluded spot, pulling out my sketchbook to capture the beauty around me. Drawing what I saw always brought peace after a long day.

Being the daughter of divorce wasn’t easy, and running to the forest helped me forget my troubles for a while. My dad, a full-blooded descendant of the Quileute tribe, stayed on the rez after the divorce, while my mom moved deeper into Forks. They had shared custody, shuffling me back and forth each week. It wasn’t ideal, but at least I only had to attend one school, Forks High. My dad had wanted me to go to the rez school, but eventually agreed that life off the rez might offer more opportunities.

Luckily I only had to go to one school, since my mom got me during the school sign up week, I was going to the forks highschool and not the rez one. My dad was a little ticked but eventually agreed with my mom thinking that having a life off the rez may be a good chance for me. 

I guess they were right in some ways, though I hadn’t heard from my rez friends—Jared, Embry, or even Jacob—in weeks. Their absence stung, especially with Jacob vanishing and leaving me to care for a heartbroken Bella. She was a wreck, grieving over her boyfriend and his family moving away. I wasn’t much help, having never been in love myself, but I did my best to get her out of the house, though it took constant convincing.

Now, thanks to Jacob’s disappearance, Bella was not just depressed, but also growing angrier by the day. And I was furious. He was supposed to be here, helping me with her. Instead, I was left to handle it all alone. The frustration built inside me, my breathing quickening as I felt the heat of my anger rising. I could feel the wind swirl around me, carrying away some of my tension with the scent of the forest.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I had no idea how I had any service out here, but I answered. Bella’s voice was frantic. She said she was done waiting and was heading to Jacob’s place, and she wanted me as backup. I agreed, and soon, I met her outside my mother’s house, hopping into her bright red truck. Bella mumbled angry words under her breath as she drove, and within minutes, we were on the rez.

We both slammed the truck doors shut and approached the house. “Hold on,” I said. “I’ll talk to Billy first. No need to piss him off right away.” Bella nodded, and I knocked on the door. Billy answered, smiling, but his smile faded slightly when he saw Bella. “Hey, Billy, we’re looking for Jacob. Do you know where he is?” I asked.

Billy shook his head. “Sorry, honey, he’s not here right now.”

I sighed, ready to leave and search elsewhere, but Bella barged in, yelling for Jacob. “Bella, shit! I’m so sorry, Billy,” I apologized.

He waved it off with a smile. “No problem, honey. But, uh, have you had a growth spurt or something recently?”

I blinked in confusion, but before I could answer, more shouting erupted from outside. Bella. I rushed around the house, finding her face-to-face with a very shirtless Sam, Paul, Embry, and Jared. Bella was screaming, demanding to know what they’d done to Jacob.

“Bella, stop it!” I called, but neither she nor the boys paid any attention.

Paul growled, and Sam tried to calm everyone down, but it wasn’t working. Bella waved me off when I tried to intervene, and that sparked something deep within me. I could feel the heat rising again, my hands shaking with anger. I was done being ignored, done with these boys leaving me without explanation, done with them laughing at Bella.

Then Bella slapped Paul. Hard.

He turned, his anger growing, and suddenly, he exploded into a bear-sized, gray wolf. Bella screamed and ran, but instead of fear, I felt an intense surge of anger and protection. Sam looked at me, realization dawning in his eyes. My own breathing turned to growls as the world around me sharpened, sounds becoming louder, scents more distinct.

I saw Jacob burst out of the house, shifting mid-air into a rusty wolf to protect Bella. My control slipped as the heat overwhelmed me. The next thing I knew, I was standing on all fours, a wolf, just like them.

I caught sight of my reflection in a puddle. I was a light gray wolf, with white fur on my snout and the underside of my tail, trailing up to my chin. My eyes, a striking pale yellow, locked onto the scene before me.

This all should have scared the shit out of me, but all my focus was on my anger and protecting bella. My only job was to protect Bella and rip these boys a new one. Paul and Jacob were locked in a fierce battle, and I was done waiting for them to listen. I charged into the fray, tackling Paul to the side. I bared my teeth, warning them both to stop. Jacob looked at me, shocked. “Y/N?” his voice echoed in my head. Even Paul spoke up somehow. “Wait who?” I looked between them still growling and baring teeth. 

When Paul and I made eye contact. Everything stopped, I could see us in the future, running through the woods together. Having children and living a happy life. I shook my head and returned to my original thoughts. I didn’t know what that was but I had to focus on what I wanted.

Suddenly I saw movement in the bushes nearby, with a simple smell to the air I knew it was Sam. Sam emerged from the trees, a large black wolf, his teeth bared. I stood my ground, refusing to submit to his dominance. “Stand down, Y/N,” he commanded. “I’m the Alpha. You’ll listen to me.”

I growled back. “You have no say in my life Uley. I will not stand down or listen to the likes of you. None of you in this pack you built have earned my trust or respect. Least of all you.” I growled back through this mindlink situation. This all may be new to me, but it felt almost natural… familiar. Sam seemed to stop, I guess no one had been able to fight his dominance yet. When he stayed silent, I could feel myself begin to stretch my paws in a way that dug slight indents into the ground from my claws. 

However it all stopped as I felt a brush of fur to my side, Paul now stood to my side with a pleading look on his face. “Okay if we don’t make you submit to him, will you calm down and let us explain all this. Allow us to introduce you to the pack, then you can decide what you want to do after that?” He calmly asked. When Sam growled at him, I watched as both Paul and Jacob immediately bowed slightly at it. I slowly turned my head towards him glaring and teeth beginning to bare again. “She doesn’t have a choice in the matter here, don’t lie to her.” I took a step forward, growling again. “Actually I think I do Uley.” 

I continued stepping towards him until we stood with our snouts almost touching. “You may be their alpha, but you are no fucking alpha of mine. You have no control over me and as of right now I belong to no fucking pack. So check your attitude before I teach you what lengths I am willing to go to here. If you actually care about my loyalties then you better start acting like a worthy alpha and not some power hungry man.” I saw a flash of respect flash through his eyes. He backed off. “Fine, We will do it your way. I can’t risk losing the chance at such a packmate like yourself. I will run back to Emily’s for slime clothes for you all. The other two can teach you how to return back from this form and explain why this happens in the first place.” He turned tail and began trotting off. 

I looked back over to the other boys who now sat like well trained dogs staring back at me. “So welcome to the supernatural world y/n, glad we can finally speak to you again.” I growled. “Yeah so this is why you all fucking abandoned me one by one?” Jacob whined a bit in response to my anger. “Y/n please trust me when I say all of us wanted so badly to tell you but Sam wouldn’t let us. No one is supposed to know besides new and old packmates or imprints.” I growled. “The only reason I now have any knowledge of why you left is because now I’m one of you?!” 

I could feel the heat rising yet again, so I took a deep breath. I wanted to be the level-headed one here, no way they were gonna see more emotion than necessary. “If you had actually cared about me, if you had truly known me like you always said you did, then you should have known that I would understand in some way had you come up to me and told me some outlandish explanation of a lie. Fuck if you had said that there is some shit going on that you can’t tell me about, that you were keeping me from having more stress in my life by disappear for a bit. I would have understood, shit happens. We were friends and I wouldn’t push you to say anything. God I wouldn’t have spent the last few months over analyzing every fucking interaction we had to wonder where I went wrong, because that is the kind of person I am.”

Paul brushed his fur against me again in a calming way, I don’t know why but every time I felt or looked at him, it was like a sense of content calm washed over me. I hadn’t ever really met him until now, I only knew who he was thanks to Jacob, Jared, Quil, and Embry. Making eye contact with Jacob again I finished my thought. “You and the Boys were my only friends on the Rez, the only reason I could feel true freedom every other week. Remember the day before you disappeared from my life? I had told you that my father was growing ill? It got so much worse, it's at the point now that Sue Clearwater has become nearly his stay in nurse with how often she is over caring for him. At this rate my mother is talking to me about allowing me to live with him permanently until his final breath. What happens after that I don’t know. Do I get to feel these emotions though? Fuck no! Because you left and that means I have to protect and help Bella all by myself. So yeah thank you fuckers for that.” 

I took a few steps away as silence overtook us, I could see all the thoughts in Jacobs mind. He was beyond just sorry but I couldn’t take it anymore so somehow I was able to shut him out of my head. I looked to Paul instead who was giving me a sorrowful yet sort of loving look. “So with the few context clues I have here, I assume shifting back means no clothes?” He nodded. “You can hide in the bushes right there to shift back, that way you don’t have to freak out with any of us seeing anything for now. I’ll make sure to stand nearby where I can’t see but I can hand you whatever Sam brings back for us.” I thanked him and hid in the bushes, it was actually good coverage and I felt safe from prying eyes. “Okay y/n, to shift back you have to find a sense of calm. You may feel calm right now but you must also think about yourself as human. I like to think of myself sitting on a cliff's edge, overlooking a beautiful forest as the sunsets. I hope that helps you get the idea.” Paul said. “Yeah thanks.” 

I thought back to my run this morning, I had jogged through the forest behind my mothers home. The scent of fresh morning dew as it dampened the soft dirt and seeped into the leaves around me. At one point I had a deer running with me as we almost raced to the river's edge. I could now feel myself shrinking as my bones reset themselves to human quality. The chill breeze returned to my skin as I lost fur. 

Suddenly I could smell Sam’s brooding scent nearby and it was not long until I saw A hand stick a set of clothes into the bush. Looking at the oversized t-shirt and shorts, I knew these couldn’t be Emily's. The smell was the biggest dead give away as it smelled like paul. “I thought I was getting spare clothes from emily.” I heard Sma clear his throat. “Well she was busy and I didn’t want to disrupt her. So I grabbed some spare stuff from Paul's spare clothing pile. Paul can explain more about why it had to be his clothes once you start heading back.”

I exited the bush now fully clothed and saw a fully clothed Jacob and Sam begin to walk away after confirming I was all good. Paul was to my right and gently grabbed my wrist. “There is something we actually need to have a private conversation about.” I turned to him and motioned for him to continue. “So, there's another part to being a shifter that is harder to explain but I’m gonna try my best.” I nodded and he continued. “About imprints. Every shifter has one, someone who becomes their world. It’s not just about love—it’s about being whatever that person needs, whether a friend or something more. And, Y/N, you’re my imprint.”

The world seemed to pause as his words sank in. I remembered the moment we made eye contact, the flash of a future together that had passed between us. It all made sense now, the calm I felt around him, the connection. “Holy shit, that makes so much sense.” Paul smiled and pulled me closer softly. He seemed to hesitate before delicately placing his palm against my cheek. “I know this is a lot, and I don’t want to rush you. But I’d like to spend more time together, once we’ve both had time to process all this. My mind is made up, but I want you to decide what you want without me influencing you. Just don’t make me wait too long, okay?” He chuckled and I giggled as well. 

Basking in his scent, feeling his warmth against mine, I’m sure I wouldn’t want anything else to be as intimate with me. Yet he was right, it may only be irrational thoughts taking over in this irrational situation. After another minute we finally stepped back and began to walk back to Emily’s place together

[lifehunted]

Maybe there was an ending out there where Darda could've succeeded. Killed Marika himself, taken up the mantle of the Frenzied Lord. Burned it all down, every bit of it, this disgusting and loathesome world that his family had set into ruin. Finally brought everything toward unity and peace within the ashes, if nothing more.

But this was not that ending, and he had not won. Darda was here, in the evergaol set for he and he alone, the true hero of this story sneering over him.

A watchful eye was kept steeled upon him- the single and sole eye left between the two of them, laughably enough. Keziah was armed, as he was no fool, but his sword was not drawn. He knows full well that Darda no longer has anything left to lose, nothing to gain in overpowering him.

"Ranni sure was generous enough to make a place for you. There's worse places to spend the rest of eternity than these gaols, that's for sure."

Darda's scorched eye sockets scrunched at the corners. Bemusement? Ridicule? Perhaps cynical disgust, or a mix of all this. He doesn't really give a shit about Keziah, but Ranni has always been more than enough conniving trouble. Before he can manage some comment toward this end, though, Keziah finally draws his weapon- no, it's a different one, a sword he's never seen the man wield before.

There's a distinct, holy glow to it. An odd, unmistakeable thrum of power. Keziah turns the blade over in his dragon-clawed hands, admiring it himself.

"... This is all that's left of Radagon. Marika too. But... I have no use for it, I think."

The glowing blade is tossed onto the grass before Darda, thumping where it lay. The larger man tilts his head toward the sound, instinctive, and after a moment he reaches for it.

... It's warm. Alive. No, perhaps that's just the hum of latent power, still coursing through the sword-corpse. A sorry state for Radagon, that's for sure. But again, it's still...

His mother. The god, the woman. The stranger he'd never known. Is this truly all that's left of such a legendary being?

....

Carefully, the sword is pulled toward himself. Cradled into his arms. A laugh, hoarse and mirthless, finally escapes him.

"And you're just giving it to me? After all this? My, you are a bleeding heart, aren't you. Gifting your ferocious prisoner a god-sword."

Keziah shrugs, roll of the shoulders. The smile he bears is also without warmth.

"You've got no reason to use it. Even if you manage to escape, there's nothing left. You've lost." And... well. He sure won't voice it. But as much as he detests this man, for almost ripping away what little Keziah himself has left. He does pity him, too. Can't say his intentions were altruistic, but at the least... he sympathizes.

....

And besides. It's terribly difficult for a man to kill himself, imprisoned, without at least some sharp manner of instrument.

"You will never leave here again, for as long as you live. Perhaps even past that. The very least I can offer is to return the body of your mother to you."

Darda sneers, lips pulling back until teeth bared. But he does, indeed, hold the weapon closer. His only company, it seems. What a shame.

"... Ranni's full of shit. She doesn't know the way ahead any more than the rest of us. A right shame."

Keziah rolls his eye. Unperturbed, he steps back, and begins to turn away. One single wave of a hand.

"Enjoy the rest of your sorry life, Darda. The good thing about almost everyone dead, at least, is there'll be almost no one to miss you."

His form fizzles out of the confines of the gaol, and he disappears. There's only the faint rumbling of the prison's magic, now. Darda sinks against the grass, cold and unwelcoming.

"... Ha. Hahaha. Well... good a time as any to catch up, isn't it? Mother."

The sword is silent.

[opereetveritate]

Who Is Ken?

Chapter 1

"Barbie, don't look at me. I'm not deserving of it." Ken murmured. He understood what he had done now. He had let Barbie down, the only person he had sought to please for a lifetime.

"Ken,"

He wasn't listening to her. All he wanted to do was weep for his fate. But his heartbroken sobbing became even louder when he felt her gentle hand caressing his back.

"It's time!" He looked up at her.

"For what? Punishment?" She chuckled at his response, which was that of a confused five-year-old.

And oh my, that sound was divine.

Barbie's reprimands were just as lovely as her compliments. Therefore he didn't mind.

"It's time for you to discover your true self."

His eyes widened at her statement. He was crestfallen. She was still unaware that he was only living for her happiness and that she was the reason for his existence.

"Is this really what you want?"

"This isn't about me, Ken. It's about you. You deserve to be happy!"

"I merely want to be where you are, Barbie!"

Ken knew where his happiness resided. In Barbie, in one of her nods, one of her words, one of her smiles. She closed her eyes for a brief moment before speaking again.

"Each one of Kens deserves that!" Ken suppressed a smile. He was aware that Barbie would never perceive him the way he desired.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but Barbie, what's your final decision? We have to leave because it's time." The Mattel CEO asked, drawing everyone's attention to him. Ken cursed that CEO under his breath.

"What do you mean? She's already where she belongs. Right, Barbie?"

Unlike Ken, Barbie wasn't so sure. She looked confused. And then, something unexpected happened. Barbie was led out of Barbieland and eventually out of Ken's life by a ghostly woman who had appeared.

And things have not gotten any easier for him after that.

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"Hi, Ken!" The arrogant smile never left his lips. Ken chose to disregard him. Barbie wasn't present, so any quarrel between them felt senseless.

"Hi, Ken!" He said again, in a more intense and commanding tone than last time.

He knew he would go on and on with this chanting, so he turned his head and nodded at him. The arrogant Ken came and sat next to him, not even giving a damn if he wanted company at that time or not. He turned his gaze to the beach, the only place he found real peace, after Barbie, of course.

Barbie....

Just the mention of her name brought a smile to his lips.

"All you have to do is ask me, you know!"

He didn't understand what he was saying to him, and he didn't even bother to understand. Nothing gave him pleasure or happiness.

"That flip technique, I mean. If you're still interested, of course!"

"I don't have to impress anyone, Ken. But, still, thanks for the offer!" The other Ken decided not to insist because he knew that Ken wasn't his usual good self.

"What a pity! You won't be charming any girl tonight!" His comment didn't seem to touch Ken at all. He merely wanted to be alone.

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Ken no longer enjoyed the parties at Barbie's dream home. He was simply enjoying his drink while observing the other dolls dance. Little did he know that weird Barbie had decided to try her luck and come to the party just to see him.

"Hey there, handsome!" She murmured this while patting his arm. When he spun around to look at her, he almost spilled his drink.

"Did I startle you?" She asked, but Ken decided to brush it off, saying

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, social events were never really my thing. Could I sit next to you?" He didn't want her near him but couldn't do anything about it. He simply watched her taking her seat next to him, her eyes fixed on his face, a creepy smile on her face. His appetite had disappeared, so he set his drink down.

"Well, are you content with your new life now?" Ken fiddled with a pink scrunchie he had on his right wrist as he attempted to mask his discomfort at her question.

"Everything's fine!", was his final answer.

"Is that one of Barbie's?" Weird Barbie inquired, pointing to the pink scrunchie.

"Don't even think about touching that!" Ken screamed and tucked the scrunchie behind his sleeve. She understood what he was dealing with and was really careful with her next words.

"Have you ever considered taking a vacation? How exhausting it must be to work at the beach."

He looked at her, clearly interested in what she had to say.

"What do you mean?"

"You will benefit much from getting away from routine and stress."

"I got it!" She exclaimed, "How about going to the real world?"

Ken's eyes lit up with joy. He could go where his heart desired, to Barbie. Soon, his smile left his face.

"I'm not sure if this is a wise move."

"Why?" Weird Barbie asked him.

"Most likely, she wouldn't want me to go after her!"

She gave a little chuckle at his way of thinking. Always thinking of Barbie first....

"I'm sorry, who?!" Barbie asked him to stay here and seek my happy ending, but his heart longed to be with her. He now realized that living next to Barbie was the secret to his happy ending.

"Thanks, weird Barbie. Off to the real world then!" He said and ran away.

"Goodbye, Ken!" She said, waving her hand at him.

"But, wait. You never showed me what's underneath those jeans!"

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Ken made it to the real world safe and sound. With the help of a recent discovery of his called the GPS, he at last found Gloria's home. He reached Barbie's bedroom at night by climbing the walls and peered in through the window to see her sleeping soundly. He couldn't stop smiling at the view before him. He was so focused on her that he lost his balance and landed with his face on the ground. And that's how he came face to face with the harsh reality. Falling from a height in the real world can be very painful.

After hearing this noise, Gloria fled her home in terror. He observed a person on the ground. When she lifted him, she saw that it was Ken.

"What are you doing here?" She asked dumbfounded.

[mythica-if]

Classic Ask:

How would the RO's react when mc disappears for one day and comes back brings an Item that they wanted "Hey I'm back I brought this item you said you wanted the most sorry I was gonna yesterday"

Thank you for answering this ask

Thanks for the ask. Here's what I came up with on short notice.

I sauntered back in, the item Isolde had been yearning for clutched in my hand. "Hey, I'm back. Got you the thing you've been pining for. Sorry I vanished yesterday."

Isolde locked eyes with me, her expression a cocktail of concern and amusement. "Well, you certainly know how to make an exit and an entrance. What's this, your version of a peace offering?"

As she took the item, her eyes narrowed, as if gauging the sincerity of my gesture. "Thanks," she finally said, "but don't think this gets you off the hook for disappearing."

Her fierce, witty demeanor was back, but I couldn't shake the feeling that my absence had unsettled her, if only a bit.

***

I walked back into the room, holding the sought-after item in my hand. "Hey, Hiroshi, I'm back. I brought you that item you really wanted. Sorry I went AWOL yesterday."

Hiroshi looked up, his face unreadable, and then back at the item. "Interesting. Your disappearance was... noticeable. And you return with gifts."

He accepted it with a nod, his calm veneer almost masking what seemed like a sliver of concern. "Thank you. But let's make sure your vanishing acts don't become a habit, shall we?"

His composure was unshaken, but I sensed a slight shift in the air, as if my absence had rippled the still waters of his typically placid demeanor.

***

I walked back into the room, holding the item that Aditi had mentioned she wanted. "Hey, Aditi, I'm back. I got you this," I said, extending the item toward her. "Sorry I disappeared yesterday."

Her eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and relief washing over her expressive face. "Oh, you're back... and you brought this for me? Thank you. I was... worried."

She accepted the item gently, her fingers lightly grazing mine as she took it. A soft, soulful smile brightened her face. "I'm glad you're okay," she said quietly, her voice imbued with a warmth that made the room feel a little cozier.

***

I stepped back into the room, clutching the item that Callum had been talking about wanting. "Hey, I'm back. Found this for you," I said, handing it over. "Sorry I vanished for a day."

Callum looked up from his tome, his eyes lighting up behind his glasses. "Oh, you got it! That's awesome, thanks! I was beginning to wonder where you'd gone off to."

He took the item, immediately examining it with a nerd's enthusiasm. "This will come in handy for sure. Good to have you back."

***

I reappeared, holding the object Inanna had deeply coveted. "Hey, I'm back. I brought this item you said you wanted the most. Sorry I was gone yesterday."

Inanna looked at me and then at the object, her eyes ablaze with an ineffable mixture of desire and intrigue. "You dare to vanish and return as if summoned? And yet," she paused, taking the item from my hands, "you return bearing gifts worthy of a goddess."

She studied the object, her expression inscrutable. "Your boldness intrigues me," she finally declared, her voice like silk yet edged with iron. "Perhaps your absence was... necessary, after all."

***

I walked back into the room, holding the prized item that Gilgamesh had mentioned he wanted. "Hey, I'm back. I've got the item you said you wanted the most. Sorry I wasn't around yesterday."

Gilgamesh looked up, his eyes locking onto mine before settling on the item. "Ah, you return, and bearing gifts no less," he said, a grin forming on his lips. He took the item from my hands, examining it closely.

"You've done well," he declared, his voice full of both surprise and a newfound respect. "It seems you're full of surprises."

***

I walked back into the space where Cliodhna was, an aura of ethereal mystery surrounding her. "I'm back," I declared, offering her the item she had long desired. "Sorry for my absence yesterday."

Her eyes, radiant pools of enigma, locked onto mine as she took the item. "You were gone, and now you return with a treasure," she murmured, her voice tinged with intrigue and a kind of otherworldly allure.

As she took the item from my hands, it felt like a sacred exchange, a momentary mingling of the mortal and divine. "You do keep things interesting," she said, her lips curling into a smile that promised both love and secrets untold.

***

I stepped back into the room, meeting Vlad's intense gaze. "I'm back. I brought the item you said you wanted the most. My apologies for being absent yesterday."

He looked at the item, then back at me, his eyes sharp but approving. "You disappear and return with precisely what I needed," he remarked, his voice a mix of authority and curiosity.

As he took the item, there was a sense of weight to the action, as if I had just passed a hidden test. "You're full of surprises," he said, almost grudgingly admiring. "That makes you valuable, and dangerous."

***

I walked back into the room, holding the item that Athena had expressed a desire for. "I'm back. I brought the item you said you wanted the most. Sorry I couldn't get it to you yesterday."

Athena's eyes narrowed slightly as she examined the item, then met my gaze. "You've done well," she said, her tone measured but approving. "Timeliness aside, you've proven your resourcefulness."

She accepted the item gracefully, her eyes never leaving mine. "Resourcefulness is a virtue I can appreciate," she added, a rare hint of warmth entering her voice.

***

I returned to the room, holding the treasured item Galahad had longed for. "Hey, I'm back. I brought this item you said you wanted the most. Sorry I was gone yesterday."

Galahad looked at the item and then at me, his eyes full of a calm intensity. "Your absence is forgiven," he said, taking the item reverently. "For you've returned not just with what was sought, but with the proof of a noble quest undertaken."

His grip on the item was gentle yet firm, as if he were holding a piece of a much larger puzzle. "Your actions speak as loudly as any knight's," he added, a tone of solemn respect resonating in his voice.

[roegadynroost]

FFXIVwrite 2023 - 21 Grave

Coerthan mornings were beautiful. Something about the frosty air was so clear and pristine. The sun would gleam as it came over the mountains and reflect off the snow, casting everything in the most regal light. Thyn'a would watch for hours if the moment were not so fleeting, but the moments were as many things in life. Ephemeral.

Thyn'a's steady gait took her from Camp Dragon head past Witch's Drop and up Providence Point.  Though she enjoyed the cooler weather, she wore a heavier garb than usual today. It was a gleaming steel mail, over a beautiful uniform in her favorite icy blue, accented and lined with a lovely downy fur. She didn't get bothered by the chill easily, so to her it felt that she were overdressed, but no stranger that she passed would have known that the outfit was anything special. She however hoped that it would impress a friend she was going to see.

Her sword was at her belt and her shield at her back polished and sparkling. Not her most proficient weapons, but ones Thyn'a had become proud to wield. 

In the Roegadyn's hands she bared the most precious gift, a verdant bouquet, wrapped in delicate paper. The handsome white arums were holding up quite well all considered. Thyn'a smiled as she looked at them for just a moment before returning her attention to the route ahead.

The path up to Steel Vigil was blessedly clear. No ogres, no hungry wolves or aevis. Just Thyn'a and her footsteps crunching in the snow below. She noted there was another path from someone that had braved the fresh snowfall, and she wondered who and where this other person was. 

Ishgard slowly came into view over the hill as she continued on, it's majesty never failing to impress her no matter how many times she saw it. It looked like a diamond floating amongst the shimmering snowcaps. In the past it had felt looming and out of reach but now, she thought that it looked like one of the heavens.

The Mark of the Lover obscured the other visitor, but her eyes trailed the footprints as they disappeared just around it. She slowed her pace, a small prayer to Mephina whispered under her breath as her destination came into sight.

Ser Haurchefant's shield rested against the small stone, a monument far too small for such a great man. There was another fresh bunch of flowers besides it, and now that her sight was no longer obstructed she could see who it was that made the early trip before her.

"Good morning Lord Francel." Thyn'a spoke as he turned and noticed her, offering a smile that had a hard time reaching her eyes. 

"Lady Sindyrl. It is good to see you well." Francel's young handsome face was warm despite the cold. He rose from the knee he had taken, and welcomed her.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I hope you will not mind sharing my company for a bit. I've brought him flowers too." Thyn'a gave the Elezen man's shoulder a pat and a squeeze as she made to lay her flowers next to the ones he'd left. she brushed some of the snow from the stone, and kneeled respectfully. "Of course not, It brings me peace to see someone else visit." Francel still smiled, but his words were bitter sweet.

Thyn'a nodded and said no more. She was grateful to share the quiet with the son of house Haillenarte. They both owed Haurchefant everything and more.

"It never gets any easier does it?" Francel's question was so soft it was almost lost to the aether.

Thyn'a peeked at him from the corner of her eye, and shook her head, closing her eyes.

By the time the sun had risen to the middle of the sky Thyn'a had found herself and her thoughts alone. Francel had excused himself a while after her arrival. She offered to walk him back, but he politely declined insisting that she should have some time alone.

And so Thyn'a prayed and told Lord Haurchefant of all the journeys she'd had since her last visit to the grave. She told him how he had inspired her to take up the sword and shield and that she'd gotten rather good at it. She hold him of her journeys on the star and beyond. She told him that she wished she'd been as strong as she was now back then.

Thyn'a let a heavy breath out of her mouth and watched as the vapor danced away into the air.

"No, it doesn't get easier." Thyn'a spoke breathlessly, somehow managing a smile for her friend even as she fought off the deepest despair. A lone tear managed to escape and disappear into the snow below. 

"It weighs heavy as it should."

[fodlansbestmom]

Anonymous asked:

Dumb dumb man wakes up the next day. Oh. Oh no. What did he do?? Is he a fool? Spoiler: Yes. He is.

He's gotta make it up to Sothis somehow. But where do you even start after you yelled she was in pain and then went out drinking?

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Okay. It's okay (it's not). He's got a plan. It takes him several hours away from the monastery. It's not the best plan (his wife might worry about his absence), but it's the only thing he can think of!

It's late in the day that he returns to their room. He's... wearing a dragon onesie? And carrying a massive plate of strawberry cake? Oh. Oh man.

There is also a faint chirping that comes from his suit, but that's surely just the wind!

"I'm.... really sorry about yesterday." He held out the plate, looking at the floor in shame. "I got this for you.." A peace offering. He took that old recipe in her pile and brought it to this Blue Lion student. What was her name? Macaroni?

indeed she does worry about her husbands absence. She hardly had a word with him before he passed out the night prior, and he disappeared by the time she awoke! Truthfully that did make her incredibly sad, and it didn’t exactly help that their baby was quite the active one all day while he’s gone.

He’s lucky that when he returned, she didn’t have to search for him (which she was about to do). Relief flooded through the goddess - until she took in his outfit. Was that.. a dragon suit? There’s a pause, then a giggle.

“Did you wear that for me?” A sweet gesture and it might land above the other outfits her husband has accumulated for her. But it’s then she took in the sight - and properly noted the alluring sweet scent - of the cake. A whole cake. With strawberries! Her mouth started to water but she swallowed the extra saliva. First things first and then cake.

“it.. is okay, love. ‘M just happy you came back.” And not in that cold demeanour. Which did bring back unhappy memories from - “Here. Care to share that with me?” A simple peace offering Sothis will happily accept, and it’ll only be sweeter if he accepts.

She patted the spot beside her on the bed, before she smoothed out the silken blanket. Silk upon silk probably wasn’t the best but.. she liked it that way. “Please?” Stars she just wanted to be close to him.