#of course i am not afraid to delete unwanted asks and will not hesitate to do so

[triptychofvoids]

May I ask what are some boundaries? Hugs and physical contact you don't seem to care too much about, especially if they're spontaneous and without warning. Gifts though? You seem to like them. I just like having a framework (and I think others would appreciate as well). See what some definite don'ts are when it comes to ya, doc

ooh, hm, well i dont mind physical contact so much if its with friends or if i initiated it, then its alright! but as you said i do not like it at all if its without warning, or if its people i dont know aheh.... and i do like gifts! although i do prefer if theyre actual practical gifts or at least something i might want! im not sure what to do with things that i do not want or have no use for. what else.... basic respect i suppose, or just ask! oh and do not threaten my birds

[mystylynn]

How's it sound

NOTE: I am planning to post this on Wattpad, but I'm not sure if it sounds good or not. This is called Fox Fire, it's a Nalu story from Fairy Tail BTW, I own nothing but the plot. Could you tell me how it sounds. Do you like it? Should I post it? Should I delete it? You tell me.

Fox Fire

The wind blew threw my golden fur sending an unwanted chill down my spine. Fall was coming quick this year. 

I brushed the thaught off and buried my nose deeper into my bushy tail. My temporary home, right now, is under a bush. Sad, I know. Something in me never lets me stay still. It's like I'm suppose to find something, and until I do my soul will not rest.

After getting a bit frustrated with this weather and the leaves tickling my sensitive ears, I stood and walked out from the bush. I shook the leaves from my coat and padded around the land. Bushes and trees scattered the land far and wide. Luscious crisp green grass never ceased to cover the ground. 

The sound of water filled my ears. I slowed my pace down to a slow and graceful walk. My tail twitched to shake any last minute drowsiness off. 

I neared two trees which I soon passed. Now what layed out in front of me was the beautiful lake. Around the lake were three big rocks. On my side of the lake was one of the smaller of the three. And to my right is the second biggest.

I stopped my walk ten feet from the lake. I crouched down low to the ground and studied the lake. Yes, a wide lake. Could one jump over it? Few, if they practice. What's my goal? Well, its easy, to jump the lake.

I blinked once. Twice. A third. And off I went. The wind gliding past separating as though the princess was coming. My paws pounded against the Earth's land. So close.

The lake was three feet in front of me. Two feet. One. 

I launched my front paws into the air my hind soon to fallow. I looked down to see how I was doing only to notice I jumped to soon! I won't even make it half way!

And as expected, I fell into the water. I beat my legs against the water to get me to the surface. My head went under. Pain surged through my lungs. Water entered my open mouth. I started to kick harder my consciousness running low.

Air finally entered my lungs. Solid ground came closer finally reaching my paws. I ran once my paws connected me to the ground, making refuge to my precious and favorite rock, the biggest rock. I climbed on top and started cleaning myself, of course after I coughed up all the water.

Once done, I placed my paw back down and neatly curled my tail around them. My head snapped to the water glaring at it.

"You almost drowned me! You should be ashamed. Such beauty as myself should never be treated like that. Then again, I am the one who's decided, why not see how far we can make it today." After mocking myself and babbling, I looked down on my paws. 

Yes, I talk to myself. I have no friends. My mother died by poisoning, and my father went insane. Yippie, I think I might be joining him! Note the sarcasm.

I sighed once again and made my self in a comfortable laying position. My head facing the water, paws underneath. My hind legs squished to my sides in attempt to keep warm. My tail ever so tightly wrapped along my left leg. My attention was focused on the fish in the rippling water when the sound of a branch being stepped on could be heard. I didn't pay any mind to it because this lake is a spacial lake.

Its called 'Rabbit Lake'. Why? You might ask. Simple, this lake attracts many rabbits. And many are nice and tender might I add.

I shifted my eyes to the right in a small bit of curiosity. And there stood a little rabbit. Though this one's different. If I were to bear my fangs, all this charming guy would do is just watch. I have grown quite fond of it. It's unusual colors are remarkable. A little light blue bunny.

I shifted my tail once again, only to my right side. "You look cold. Do ya need help? I mean, clearly, you aren't afraid of me, and after my failing attempt I guess I don't want to eat. So I could warm you up, I promise I won't eat you." That's the longest I have ever spoke to another animal. The little thing continued to shiver and stare at me with its beautiful hazelnut brown eyes. I'm starting to think he doesn't know how to speak. I sighed giving up to keep the little rabbit warm. I turned my head to the left to doze off.

"Alright, I'll take you up on your offer", the bunny spoke. I'm surprised it's a girl! Now I feel bad for calling her a boy. Slowly she took small hops toward the rock. Then realization hit me. She couldn't possibly jump up here! Quickly, I jumped off the rock and snatched her up. She squeeled in terror with my jaws clasped around her small figure. 

I turned back to the rock and jumped upon it. I layed the cold rabbit on my right and wrapped my body around her. Surprisingly she didn't protest. And luckily my fur is dry! 

I raised my head and started cleaning her fur. "I'm Levy. What's your name fox?" The rabbit asked.

I stopped trailing my tongue on her body. "It's Lucy." I yawned out. I layed my head in front of her but not so close to the point where she thinks she's being smothered. 

"Well, you're very warm Lucy." The ends of my lips curled up in satisfaction. Soon a warm drakness welcomed me with wide open arms.

🌹🌺🥀

I felt a warm tongue cascaded over my body. Major warmth came as a body layed down next to mine. The body was too big to be Levy's. A soft snore came from said rabbit. She remained in the same position. I slowly opened my eyes to see who the warm body belonged to. My head shifted to the side that the warmth mainly took place. 

To my surprise it was a blossom pink male. And handsome I add. The interesting fox stopped licking my back and looked at me. Our eyes met. "You are a light sleeper missy. I came over 'cause you were shivering." Pinky spoke. He brought his head over to the other side of my body. "Why are you holding a rabbit?" 

"Keeping her warm." I spoke. I wrapped my tail more around Levy, while doing so, I move my head and gently layed it on his forearms. After not finding it very comfy, I snuggled into his chest.

"You like cuddling don't you?" I lightly nodded and briefly licked his chest in thanks. Once again the world went black. 

I could feel someone nuzzling my neck. I open my eye to spot the culprit was pinky. "Hmmm," I hummed. A quick chuckle rattled his chest. I so badly wanted to roll over and cuddle into him but I have a rabbit to keep warm. "What's your name?" I looked up to his face.

He lowered his head to my ear. "Natsu." I blushed at the sound of his husky voice in my ear. "Yours?" He asked politely. 

I lifted my head more up to his face. "Lucy." I replied and licked his nose. I smiled and made myself comfortable. As I layed, my stomach had butterflies and my heart skipped beats. "Thanks Natsu." I spoke falling into the most comfortable sleep ever.

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My eyes opened to a fire around me. The familiar lands, the familiar smell! I know where I am! I'm home. But, h-how? I was just sleeping next to Natsu and Levy, wasn't I? 

I whipped my head around. There stood someone I love and thought was dead. Quickly and without any hesitation I wrapped my body around him. My brother. "I, I thought you were dead!" I screamed out. "Why Laxus? Why did you leave me? Like everyone else." Slowly my brother wrapped his head around my neck.

"Come home little sister, come find me. Like old times. I'll be waiting in your favorite tree." I took a step away from my older brother. "Wake up." Then, he started walking past me. "I'll be waiting." 

My breathing hitched. My heart raced. My ming was going a mile a minute. If Laxus is alive, then, is my sister still alive?

My eyes shot open again. Only, this time I had a woried fox and a scared rabbit looming over me.

"Are you really alive Laxus?"

[thesixthh0ekage]

fic previews

here are some of the things I have in progress-- y’all tell me what you’re feelin.

1. mile high club (t’challa x reader)

The sound of your feet pounding against the linoleum flooring is deafening but you can’t deny the odd sense of euphoria that’s been building since you tripped the alarm.

What had started as a quiet Wednesday afternoon with Tony down in the labs at the compound had then turned into a surprise visit from your boyfriend-- T’Challa Udaku, King of Wakanda and the Black Panther himself. However you would soon find out that this wasn’t a personal visit. The King had received intel from one of his many spies abroad regarding the whereabouts of one of Klaue’s former associates, and a small quantity of vibranium that had found its way into one of New York City’s swanky, high-rise offices. He’d stopped by the avengers compound with the hope of enlisting a certain spider’s help infiltrating the building, only to find out she was away on personal leave for the next few days.

T’Challa was prepared to scrap that plan and try sneaking in without any sort of distraction… that is until Okoye brilliantly suggested that you be the distraction instead. You’d jumped at the opportunity, though convincing T’Challa to let you help was another task in itself.

He wanted you safe, above all things, and he knew that allowing you to accompany him on this mission was certainly not conducive to such wishes. Not to mention the fact that he’d never hear the end of it if anything happened to you because of this-- you were Mr. Stark and Colonel Rhodes’ favorite-- read, only-- goddaughter, after all, never mind the fact that you’d never done anything of the sort in your life.

He had made that point to you-- several times in fact-- though in the end he was outnumbered. Your enthusiasm coupled with not only Okoye, but Shuri and Ayo’s insistence as well? The King never stood a chance against such odds.

So that’s how you ended up here, streaking through the halls of some stuffed-shirt CEO’s Manhattan penthouse-- and boy is it a long way down from the 60th floor.

You feel… giddy, despite the way your lungs burn with every breath, and suddenly you’re laughing out loud.  

Who knew running for your life could be this fun?!

“What is going on up there, mnadi? Do you have it?”

The sudden sound of T’Challa’s voice over the comms sends a jolt through you and you nearly trip over your own feet rounding a corner at full speed. You choose to ignore the sound of gunfire in the background.

“Oh yeah,” you huff, looking down at the map your kimoyo beads are projecting. Left at the next intersection. How the hell have you lived so long without these things?! “I most definitely have it!”

“What did I tell you, eh?!” Your face splits into a shit-eating grin when you hear Okoye chime in-- you practically feel T’Challa roll his eyes. “I knew she could do it!”

“Do not encourage her!” The King scolds, but despite his attempt to be firm you can both hear the amusement in his voice.  

“Oh it is way too late for that!” You quip, sassy even as breathless as you are. His hearty laugh echos in your ear, and the sound seems to light up your whole body. Your smile grows even wider.  “I’m clearly a natural!”

2. untiled thor fic

Okay, that’s another one done and only…  

You let the thought trail off and take a moment and survey the scene, counting softly under your breath as you tally up every manila folder and the huge number of unread emails on your computer screen. You make it to thirty-three before you decide that the whole exercise is pointless.

You’ve been cooped up in your office for hours, catching up on emails and sorting through the veritable mountain of paperwork that has collected on your desk in the last few weeks.

It really wasn’t your fault, though. Everyone’s work has suffered due to the whole Sokovia Accords fiasco and, between that and worrying about a certain norse god’s whereabouts, the disaster in your office had naturally taken a back-seat.

Now at the end of it all, you still haven’t succeeded in tracking down Thor and the team is down no less than seven avengers-- the amount of paperwork that came with that kind of scandal was staggering, not to mention the residual fallout from the accident in Lagos.

How the hell did you get stuck dealing with all this Department of Damage Control bullshit, anyway?! The Avengers compound is chaos these days, and lately you were the one people were looking to for answers.

A pained grunt rips through you, and you smack your head against the nearest pile defeat, making a mental note rip Tony a new asshole the next time you see him.

You lift your head from the of files, propping it on your fist instead as you went back to scrolling through your inbox, too fast to really see anything, more so to marvel at how quickly they’ve managed to pile up in the weeks since you’d last checked them.

“Hey, FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Miss?” the AI’s voice is patched through to the PA system immediately, filling your once silent office with much needed noise.

“I need some help getting through these emails,” you sigh, massaging your temples. “You up for it?”

“Of course,” is the instant reply, and with that the two of you set to work clearing your inbox of unwanted messages.

It’s boring work, but necessary, and having FRIDAY there to help seems to make the task much faster to complete.

Once the final file has been read and filed correctly, you push away from your desk with a heavy sigh, stretching your legs up off the floor and watching the ceiling spin above you while you try to let your mind settle for a moment.

FRIDAY finishes up an extremely long-winded and condescending email from General Ross’ office, and you throw your hands up in the air with an elated shout.

“Ugh, thank you Jesus that one’s over-- delete it, please! Tony can deal with that bullshit,” you say, propping your feet up on your-- now clean and tidy-- desk. “Alright, FRIDAY, last one. Let’s get this over with.”

You close your eyes as she begins to read, though your brow furrows as soon as you hear the subject line. “An electronic letter from…” FRIDAY hesitates from a moment before continuing, “Thor…?”

3. flipmode (erik stevens x reader)

“Oh fuck, Erik,” you whine, screwing your eyes shut as he continues to slam into you. You arc off the mattress, heels digging into his back in an attempt to bring him in even closer. “Ugh, please just--”

You’re cut off when a particularly powerful thrust sends a jolt up your spine, and stars dance across the back of your lids. The sound you make is pitiful, voice catching on a sob as you feebly struggle against him. Erik doesn’t even pause-- only presses your wrists more firmly into the bed as he continues to rock into you.

“You wanna cum, baby?” he asks, and if you didn’t feel so desperate to come you figure you’d feel some sort of pride over how wrecked he sounds. It’s hard to say exactly how long you’ve been at it-- though to you it feels like he’s kept you teetering on the edge for an eternity.

You open your eyes and find him staring down at you-- brown eyes bright and wild.

“Yes,” you say, your voice raw and ragged, “yes, please.”

Erik actually laughs, adjusting his grip on your wrists to hold them in one hand, while the other moves to wrap around your throat again. You clench around him at the feeling, your eyes fluttering closed. “Then you gon’ learn to stop calling me out my fuckin’ name,” he says, and your eyes fly open.

Shit!

He doesn’t give you a chance to defend yourself, or even apologize, before he’s pulling out of you and using the hand on your neck to roughly pull you up to a sitting position.

4. hot sugar (harley quinn x reader)

“What’s your name, sugar?” the sound of a syrupy-sweet voice draws your attention from playing with the rim of your glass, and you look up to find the woman you’ve been eyeing all night staring right back at you.

She bites the end of her straw when you finally meet her eyes, the sultry smirk spread across her face a bit wicked as well. You turn a bit in your bar stool, resting one arm on the bar and reaching out to her with the other.

You introduce yourself, gripping her hand firmly when she offers it to you and she leans forward to look at you through her lashes. “What’s yours?”

She laughs at that, raising one dark eyebrow at you. “I think you know who I am, sweet cheeks.”

You return her devilish smirk with one of your own. True, you’re pretty sure you know exactly who your mystery woman is. If her platinum-blonde hair and multicolored makeup are anything to go by. Well, that and the array of tattoos she has covering her body, most notably the ones on her face and chest, the one on her left shoulder reading Property of Joker. But even with all that you can’t be sure. Gotham is a strange place, and copycats are a dime a dozen in this city.

“I might,” you reply, releasing her hand and turning back to your own drink. “Still, it’s never good to assume, you know? I’d rather ask up front than make an ass of myself.”

In your peripheral you can see her shift closer to you, one of her hands moving to settle on your knee.

“Harley Quinn,” she says, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. You realize she’s sizing you up-- trying to determine whether or not you’d be down for the ride.  

“Really?” you ask, raising a brow, and an amused smirk settles on your lips.

She nods, leaning into you even more, her hand trailing a bit higher up your leg. “The one and only.”

5. the ex factor (digger “captain boomerang” x reader)

You freeze outside the door when you hear the first noise. You’d been rummaging through your bag with one hand, trying to find your keys, while balancing your grocery bags with the other, and you’d been so distracted that you hadn’t even realized the sounds were coming from inside your place until you’d been about to step inside.

Your first instinct is to be afraid, but as you listen you find that the sounds are quite different from what you’d expect to hear from someone sacking your apartment.

A/N: these are some (but not even all!) of the fics I have in progress. Some i have been working on longer than others, and I’m workin on eventually getting through them all. Which ones would you guys like to see first?