#parallel powder x fem reader

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Classic You

|| Parallel Powder x fem!reader

|| Warnings; season two episode seven spoilers, reader has a nightmare, nightmare comfort, Powder comforting reader, mentions of death but only from the dream, short drabble

|| Summary; when reader wakes up screaming, Powder helps her out.

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Started; December 16th

Finished; December 16th

HurtCember2024; Day 13, Nightmare

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Powder wasn't even sure what was happening or how it happened. One moment, she's peacefully asleep next to you. The next, your scream cuts through the air. Startling her awake. Sitting bolt up right in panic.

"Huh-? Wha-? Babe?" Her eyes go to you, softening a bit when she sees your panicked state. Worry laced over her eyes. Powder's hand rests to your shoulder, gently guiding you against her," hey, hey shh. You're okay. Only a nightmare."

"You were- you were-" the words couldn't even get out of your mouth. The image replaying in your head. Powder had died in your nightmare and you'd been powerless to stop it. Tears rolled down your cheeks, shoulders shaking through your sobs. Your face buried into Powder's neck.

"I've got you, I'm right here. See? Feel my hand?" Powder spoke slowly, softly. Trying to ease you back to the present. Her hand giving your upper arm a firm squeeze. Powder watched your chest begin to settle back into its usual rhythm. Steady, gentle, calm.

"There you go.. that's it," she murmured. Encouraging you to continue what you were doing . You could only nod, throat feeling tight. Clinging to your girlfriend like your life depended on it. You were scared that if you let go, you'd loose her. Even if that was a completely silly thought. Powder would never do that to you. Once you fully calmed down, her hand cupped your cheek. Looking into your eyes. Those gorgeous, captivating eyes that Powder could just get lost in for hours. She has before, too," better?"

"Yeah.. yeah, a little," you replied. She relaxed at that, Powder's thumb brushing against your skin as she just held you. Held you close and tight. Assuring herself that you were okay. When she'd first heard your scream, Powder's mind went to all the worst cases possible. But, it had only been a nightmare that got you like that. You weren't physically hurt.

"Wanna talk about it?" Powder asked, giving your forehead a gentle kiss before you buried your face back into her. Her hand resting on the back of your neck. Giving a small, comforting squeeze. Her arms never leaving from around you.

You told her everything that happened in your dream. From what led to her death down to the actual death. Going over everything, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. Talking about it made you want to cry again. You weren't going to. You refused to; Powder had already had to help you once. In your mind, it wasn't fair to make her do it again. You'd already interrupted her sleep as it was-

Her sleep. You paused mid ramble and looked up to her, frowning a bit," I'm sorry.."

Powder looked a little startled, confused even. Why were you apologizing to her? You hadn't done anything wrong," why are you apologizing?" She asked.

"I woke you- and you have that project to work on tomorrow for the competition," you sighed. Slumping against her.

Powder relaxed, holding you close. Scoffing a bit," that's what's got you all worried? You had a nightmare and you're more focused on me? Classic you," she murmured. Giving you a brief kiss," I'll be okay. Besides, I wouldn't have been able to sleep anyway without making 100% sure you were okay first. Because what kind of girlfriend would I be?"

You were smiling now. Her words always had a way of doing that. Like she just knew what to say to make everything go away. It wasn't long before the two of you were back asleep.

[adieutristana]

could you write something about jinx in the alternate universe x fem reader? something like putting on makeup and painting their nails together talking about the future

ohh this is adorable! thank you for requesting <3

no joke i listened to geronimo’s cadillac by modern talking on loop the entire time i was writing this. please give it a listen it’s amazing

summary: powder (act iii) and fem! reader getting ready together.

characters: powder (act iii au)

tags/warnings: fluff, act iii spoilers, i can’t think of anything else honestly?

men dni.

the gentle sound of a guitar fills the cluttered room over a stereo.

you’re sat with your legs crossed parallel to powder, who is currently taking various makeup products out of a small pouch. she settles on her products of choice, and she presses her lips together in a thin line before glancing up at you.

“ready?”

she asks.

“ready as i’ll ever be.”

you affirm with a small nod. your girlfriend’s eyes soften as her lips tug into a gentle smile. the smile you’ve grown so fond of over the past few years. the smile that makes every hardship during the day, every obstacle, every moment of insecurity worth it. your heart tightened in your chest as she dipped a brush into a yellow shade in her palette and leaned over you.

“close your eyes.”

her soft voice says. she gently brushes shades of light yellow over your eyelids, the sensation foreign and odd. slightly ticklish. you try to keep a straight face for powder, not wanting to mess up her work, but you can’t help your face loosely scrunching up every now and again. she whispers little comforts such as ‘relax,’ or ‘just a little longer’ before you hear the palette snapping shut.

you open your eyes to the sight of powder scrambling on the floor for a tube of mascara. she picks out a few lipstick tubes mistakenly, then finally lands on a skinny tube of black mascara. she twists it open, and this time instructs you to keep your eyes open. it’s tough to not blink, but you manage, and powder’s smile makes a return. that damned smile.

“you know, trinket, this is pretty nice. getting away from the chaos of the academy and everyone else. i like when we have these moments, just you and me.”

powder communicates as she brushes rouge on your cheeks, switching sides then examining your face to make sure you have an equal amount of product on each side. you nod in affirmation and take her free hand to slowly intertwine your fingers with hers.

“hopefully we’ll have many more of them to come.”

you reply.

she just chuckles in response before moving on to lipstick, twisting up the tube to reveal a dusty pink shade. she’s now impossibly close to you as she ever-so-lightly parts your lips, and you can feel her breathing against your skin. her focus is laser sharp as she applies the lipstick.

“all done!”

powder exclaims, grabbing your shoulders and helping you up from the floor. she leads you over to a mirror and stands directly behind you, hands still gripping your shoulders.

“do you like it? i think i did a pretty good job.”

she giggles, and your expression is one of slight shock- only for a moment.

“powder… you really outdid yourself. it’s beautiful.”

you whisper, gazing at yourself in the mirror. your eyelids sparkle bright, the shades she chose perfectly compliment your complexion. your eyelashes look longer than ever. you around to wrap her in a tight embrace. she lets out a content hum, relaxing in your arms and letting you ruffle her choppy blue hair.

“you’re beautiful.”

you place your chin atop powder’s head for just a second, looking at the two of you in the mirror- a happy couple- before an idea comes to you.

“hey, love?”

“hm?”

“you did my makeup… why don’t you let me paint your nails?”

you offer, pulling back to give her a promising look. she looks to the side, playfully tapping her chin with her index finger before enthusiastically nodding. you give her a lighthearted scoff, and head over to a clear drawer with nail polish.

she has almost every color of the rainbow. assorted purples, pinks, yellows, hues of turquoise and azure; but you land on a metallic sky blue. one that matches her beautiful blue hair. after making your choice, you look over to see powder is already sat back in the spot she occupied before.

“i don’t think i’ve ever painted someone else’s nails before,”

you comment, palms shaky. you’d painted your own countless times, but never another person’s. powder just reached over with the hand that wasn’t yet painted, and gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

with that gesture, you open the bottle and begin slowly brushing over each nail. the blue looked even more beautiful on powder than it did in the bottle. she looked down at what you were doing, then back up at you, then back down. a cycle. your girlfriend tried to keep her eyes off of you, but she just couldn't. you looked so cute when you were so focused.

"i know we're going to this party later, but do you wanna grab something to eat afterward?"

powder asks. those kind eyes looking straight into yours. you hummed and nodded, trying not to break your focus.

"i'd like that. maybe we can walk around a bit after, look at the undercity at night?" you suggested with a hum.

powder gave you a smile.

"that'd be nice. maybe get a glimpse into our life after you graduate.. where do you think we'll be then?"

you're finally finished the girl's nails, and you pull back. she looks at them for a moment, examining the way the light catches the metallic polish from multiple angles. you take a pause to think as you screw the lid back onto the bottle.

"...i'm not sure. but we'll be happy, right? maybe we'll get married."

"married? you move fast!" powder teased.

"pow-pow, we've been together for two years."

she gives your shoulder a light shove, giggling before she places a chaste kiss on your cheek. one that'll probably leave a stain in its wake.

"i know, silly. i'm just teasing. i'd love to get married to you one day.. but you've gotta finish that degree first!"

"that seems like forever away." you groan to yourself, under your breath.

"hey, it's not so bad. we can go on a lot of adventures between now and then, right? i'll be at your graduation, you'll be there for all of my milestones. it works out!"

you just smiled, shaking your head. powder was right. the two of you had all the time in the world on your hands, all the opportunities to do whatever you chose. that was one of the greatest things. that you had time, and someone you loved by your side. someone who loved you.

you inch closer to powder and wrap your arms around her waist loosely. she raises her eyebrows at the sudden proximity, but is relaxed. you close the distance between you and your girlfriend, placing your lips on hers, settling into a gentle rhythm. feeling one of her hands settle on your lower back and the other cradling the back of your head. feeling her smile against your lips.

as you pull away, you notice powder looking at you with those big baby blues. she's giddy and smiling ear-to-ear, then swiftly brings you into an even tighter embrace, flush to her chest.

"we should probably get going, shouldn't we?"

"probably.. but it won't be a big deal if we're a few minutes late."

you comment. powder just chuckles and pulls you into another kiss.

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the sun + the sand - pt. five - something was wrong

↳PAIRING: bff!rafe cameron x fem!reader

↳SUMMARY:you have a stalker, but your best friend rafe won't let anything happen to you, even if he has to come clean about how he really feels.

↳WARNINGS: mentions of stalking, blackmail, inappropriate behavior (not from rafe), protective!rafe, etc.

↳A/N: this is a repost from my old blog @illicitfixations + @lovelornanonymity. all of my works are being reposted to this one + the previous blog has been deactivated.

You sat with your feet dangling off of his bed, sneakers adjacent to your feet where you’d previously taken them off. John B stood parallel to his dresser, pouring the white powder into four even lines with his debit card. 

“Come on in, y/n. The water is fine.” 

He spoke cheerily in a sing-song voice, snorting two of the lines back to back. You followed his lead as you traded places with him and suddenly, everything felt lighter. 

Snorting a line of coke off of John B’s dresser was probably not your best idea, okay, maybe it was your worst idea to date. But, you needed to forget about your sleepover with Rafe and the potential of marrying him before you began to hyperfixate and ruin everything. You had it good. There were drunk texts and phone calls and he even flirted with you from time to time. Apart from that, Rafe protected you and he was good to you and you weren’t about to throw all of those wonderful things away based on the tiny notion of a fake marriage, when you were sure he didn’t love you – not the way that you loved him. So, there you sat on John B’s bed, veins filled with cocaine taking in his lust filled eyes. He wasn’t all bad, he was nice to talk to and he was hot but that seemed to end the list of his good qualities. He was simply the warm body that you fell on top of when you were at your loneliest. But, he never filled the void. The only thing that did was looking at Rafe. In fact, you felt more warmth just talking to him than you ever had lying under John B in the middle of the night. That’s the reason he was the person you called to pick you up. You closed your eyes as John B laid you down, spreading your legs as he took off your clothes, piece by piece. He was gentle, at least, which shocked you because he was blitzed out of his mind in the same way that you were. You watched as he kissed above your pubic bone and up your stomach as he took your breasts into his mouth, suckling on them like a newborn pup. His tongue made circles around your teet, sucking and biting and palming your other breast as he went. You rubbed your hands through his long hair while he worked, looking down at him briefly through half-lidded eyes. It was only as he moved down to your pussy that you saw a shadow by the door through your drug-induced haze. You closed your eyes for a moment, blinking them open again in hopes that it would give you a better view of whoever stood in the doorway and it did. John B didn’t seem to notice, moving his tongue rapidly up and your vagina, placing kisses as he lapped up your juices. You almost got caught up in how good it felt, because quite frankly John B wasn’t very good at making you feel good. The feeling shocked you, but then you remembered the person in the doorway again and you fought to get away from the ecstasy that was trying to infiltrate your every nerve. You closed your eyes again only momentarily and this time when you opened them you saw blue eyes and blonde hair and a sinister grin and just as your eyes sent the signal to your brain that you knew who the boy was, you went into a panic. You grabbed John B’s hair, pulling him up from your pussy, which you quickly wished you hadn’t done because your legs were wide open and the man watching you got an eyeful. 

“Ow! What the fuck, y/n?!” 

John B growled and as he looked at you with accusational eyes, he realized something was wrong. You were scared and you looked like you’d seen a ghost. You couldn’t move, instead, you only pointed to the doorway and when John turned in that direction, taking in his best pal, he grew angry. 

“JJ, what the fuck are you doing here?!” 

He growled and JJ snickered. 

“Come on, JB! Don’t play pretend, you texted me and told me to come over and scare her.” 

You scoffed, knowing that you should’ve known he was capable of something like that, he was a pogue after all and that’s what you got for slumming it with one. 

“Y/n – hey, he’s lying. You can check my phone. I most definitely didn’t text him anything.” 

You swallowed thickly, unsure of which of the two to believe, as you wrapped the sheet around yourself. You wanted nothing more than to call Rafe but you knew he’d lecture you and probably kill both of the boys in front of you. So, you did what any self respecting person would and you got dressed, walking off of John B’s porch and into the night. You didn’t know anything other than the fact that you absolutely had to get out of there. 

-

Rafe looked down at you as he stood on the eight foot ladder he had leaned against the bricks of your house. Your watchful eye caught the small details of his t-shirt hugging his biceps, which was always a sight to see. His muscles contracted as he took the camera system in his hand and began mounting it to the corner of your house, where brick and sheetrock met. 

“How was your night last night, peach? I don’t think I saw you at the boneyard.” 

You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should be honest and tell him that JJ Maybank scared the shit out of you. 

“It was fine.” 

You muttered, but he continued to pry. 

“Well, what did you do? You couldn’t have been with John B, because you didn’t text me to come get you.” 

“Actually, that’s where I was.” 

You replied in a monotone voice. 

“Well, did you spend the night or something?” 

“No.” 

“Then how’d you get home, peach?” 

“I – I uh, walked.” 

You muttered. 

“Why?! Do you know how many times I’ve told you to call me?! What do you think I’d do if something happened to you, huh?!” 

His voice quickly became booming, as he stood above you and you hung your head low in response, feeling unshed tears collect in your eyes. 

“Well, I would’ve just stayed there. B-but, I was scared.” 

The hair on the back of Rafe’s neck raised at your confession. 

“Why, were you scared, peach?” 

He questioned. 

“Can I be honest with you? You promise you won’t get mad?” 

You questioned meekly, pressing your fingers into your palms. He looked down at you from where he stood and he could tell something was wrong by the action of your hands; a movement you only partook in when you were experiencing extreme anxiety. He quickly stopped what he was doing and made a rapid but careful dissent down the ladder. 

“Peach, baby – whatever it is, I won’t be mad, okay?” 

He said, now standing in front of you, his gentle touch felt against the skin of your shoulders and biceps as his hands traveled up and down them. 

“Rafe, what do you know about JJ Maybank?” 

You questioned.

“Not much. I mean I know that he’s weird and there are rumors about him like fucking his sister or something, but I don’t think they are true. I kinda feel sorry for the kid, you know his dad is abusive, right? Why?” 

Your silence and refusal to meet his eyes, told him all he needed to know. 

“Sweetheart, did he do something to you? Because I’ll kill him.” 

He barked out and you caved. 

“Me and John – we had done a line and then we were, you know, doing the nasty. I looked up and there he was – just standing in the door, watching us. Rafe, he wasn’t just watching, he was laughing in this weird way and h-he scared me and then he said that John texted him to scare me, but I could tell he was lying I think. I don’t know – I just, I didn’t call because I was embarrassed and I was so scared I just put my clothes on and left.” 

You stuttered out the words and Rafe’s heart dropped. To know that this stupid boy had violated you in such a personal and private way, it hurt him so deeply and he wanted to kill him. 

“Hey, look at me, peach.” 

He said, bringing your chin in between his forefinger and his thumb. 

“I’m not mad, sweetheart and I promise there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, he violated you and I’ll kill him, okay? If you want, I’ll put him in the fucking hospital for doing that to you.” 

He said, strong and sure and serious. It made the walls of your heart contract – to know that he cared this much. You hoped he always would. 

“That’s very sweet, but if you’re in jail for attempted murder, who am I going to marry?” 

You asked playfully, giving him a smile and he returned it, placing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Okay, peach. But, I’m serious – you call me from now on. Matter of fact, I don’t even want you near him anymore. He’s fucking weird.” 

He said and you nodded your head in response. 

“Agreed.” 

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sorry but i think i lost your plot has to be peak literature because it's one of the only thing ive ever read from start to last update in under an hour

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 14

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,163

You get caught up in some hobbying.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, crafting, bead making

<Previous - Next>

Your relationship with the older vikings, men and women alike, as their sometimes delivery girl, sometimes shepard -though that was much less of a harrowing job now that the dragons were cool, and you were afforded the privilege of spend a lot less time hiding and running- sometimes portable laundromat and shiphand, afforded you certain knowledge that other people sometimes weren’t privy to, though Berk was an open floor for gossip.

Like how the twins were always looking down because their helmets were too shallow to balance themselves on their heads, which had the consequence of making it seem as if they were always up to something. Which, coincidentally, they were- Their mother complained about them a lot in between mentions of her husband and fawning over Stoick.

You learned how to cook some from Mrs. Ingerman, and you’d taught her a few words from your time period, which was nice. 

You’d had to do Snotlout's laundry and clean his room on more than one occasion, even had to pull it out of his basement room more than once, which you were thoroughly disgusted by. You’d learned a lot more about the guy from that experience than you’d ever wanted and had refused to take any of the Jorgensons’ laundry from then onward.

You’d even done things for Hiccup and for the Chief, mostly things he was unaccustomed to doing as he was too busy acting as the leader of the village and things Hiccup missed because he was too busy doing whatever he did out with the riders. You were sure Hiccup’d had no idea just the same as Snotlout. 

There were a few things you were certain to never bring up, including but not limited to a hastily drawn but very detailed sketch of your face shoved in a notebook tossed under his bed, not particularly helpful in terms of putting to rest the whole crush thing, or the small pail of screws he was sure to have brought back from the forge without his father’s blessing.

You were in denial a little bit, yeah. 

You should probably tell him. About the whole being in his room thing. But you wouldn’t. Definitely not.

It seemed, though, that despite this extra eye into the working world of Berk, you’d still ended up missing a few things.

Berk was… A community. You weren’t sure how you never realized that.

The Great Hall was filled with warm laughter, people patting each other on the back, men and women sharing stories about their kids and, often enough for you to take notice, Hiccup. It looked like raising him was a group effort.

Off in the corner were others at a table by shallow baskets which were shaped like oblong gold pans filled with fine powder and shells, men and women sitting along the side sorting dragon scales and grinding them down with flat stones and clearly chiseled pestels.

Dragons squealed and bobbed around your periphery, tossing and picking up what must’ve been colorful, neutral stones.

Large men and women and children hunched over the tables all over the hall, rearranged so that they were all closer to each other, parallel as they whittled away at things you couldn’t completely see, tables lined with leaves and the occasional plate.

It was well lit.

People filled the halls between tables with joyful conversation, playfully batted at each other and sat back. The whole space was bustling and also relaxing, somehow.

In the background was Ack arguing with some blonde woman, but even that was nice. You could tell he didn’t mean it and neither did she, shooting back just barely inaudible jabs with each other.

You were mindful of the basket in your arms full up with his laundry, just recently cleaned and aired out. 

You had stopped in your tracks at the sight, standing just before a short table placed perpendicular to the rest as if the lady sitting there was the guard to some booth or other. 

You looked down finally, noticing how she looked at you nearly eye level with a raised brow. She had plenty of wrinkles on her forehead, which told a lot about a life made by concern and stoicism. She also wore a large, very off white apron over a grayish vaguely beige long sleeve short and a long brown skirt, which you only just barely caught sight of as she lifted it up to wipe down something in her hand.

She had a shallow basket in front of her filled with what looked like beads and various strings, needles and small carving knives with wood shavings laid on the cloth-covered table around her.

“Hi,” You said, breaking the wall between the two of you. 

“...Hello, dear,” She responded, after a while, settling down her skirt and placing a colorful bead back into her basket. He picked up a needle instead, which you saw was already attached to a long string with beads all down the length. 

You wondered where they’d gotten the dye for it. Could dye even be used on glass? Was it glass?

Instead of asking those questions, you shuffled your feet.

You glanced at a white sleeve flopped over the side of the basket, which you held by a bar on the other side and pressed into your hip, “What’s going on?”

“Crafting is going on,” She said, plainly.

You nodded, “I like it.”

It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see Vikings wandering around Berk, trying their hand at leatherworking and carving and other things. Now that they had the time, being assaulted a lot less by Dragons, the Berkians indulged their more artistic inclinations, exercising muscles for skills they’d never been able to before.

“I mean, this is great. What started it?” You asked.

You wanted to join in. It might be nice.

“Oh, you haven’t seen? The pride of Berk, walking around with his little bead like a bird,” She chortled fondly, “Did you see it? I wonder who gave it to him? Lucky girl. He has, dare I say it, started a trend.”

A bird? You quirked your lips up at what was most certainly an exaggeration. You hadn’t seen anything like that. You failed to mention that you’re the one who made it.

You wondered if Hiccup knew about any of this at all. You didn’t. 

“How do you know it was a girl?”

You turned. The spoken voice belonged to one of the women you’d see before in the Hall. She came over, done fussing with Ack in the background.

She was also blonde, a brighter, more yellow shade with a few less gray hairs. And she was large, also, with broad shoulders and a strong presence. Her arms were the largest between them. 

She wore tight trousers and a large though not long tunic. Her boots were plain leather and looked to be of the pirate variety. 

You pondered the idea that they might be related, or at least good friends.

“Look at him!” The first lady put down her needle, resting it in her shallow basket again, a glass bead falling down the string as she did, gesturing with her hand, though there was no Hiccup in sight, “He’s so happy! So proud! The small thing. He’s got too much energy for his little bones to handle.”

You thought he might be offended if he heard her say that.

“Oh, don’t be delusional,” The one with big arms huffed, “And don’t let him hear you say that.”

“But I’m right!”

“You’re wrong! He’s no myth, sweetheart. You can’t go around treating him like one of your little stories,” She shook her head, crossing her arms. 

“The Ragnar is real!” She insisted, staring down the Ack lady, meeting her eyes until the other woman rolled her own. You could tell it was a disagreement as old as time itself, but like with the other woman’s squabble with Ack, there was no malice in it, “Beowulf, too.”

They were just putting on a show.

You felt your lips stretch wider. It felt good to be a part of, even as a witness.

“Well, anyways, I’ve been thinking of making it a regular thing. You know, putting it on a schedule. Craft nights…”

You nodded excitedly, “It’s very modern.”

“Do you think so?” She asked, pleased.

“You don’t think we’ll have better things to be doing?”

“Our ancestors used to do it, can’t see why we can’t.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Oh, yes. Read a passage about it once, saw a note or something like in one of the dragon books. Glass beadmaking,” She looked up wistfully, pausing briefly in her rhythmic sewing, “I always wanted to try it… But we had no forge, no beads, no time, then, either. I was just a little girl. But now…!”

She picked something small but shiny out of the basket in her lap, ooh-ing to herself.

You were on the outside, kind of, though not on purpose. Everyone was welcoming enough, though they were much too busy fighting with the dragons to notice much or throw a party or anything. You were never excluded but you always had better things to do, too, so, well.

But this was here, and it seemed convenient. 

“Dear, come sit down,” She squealed slyly, voice both quick and dragging, face gleeful, which seemed out of place on her wide, bult frame and stern face.

“Okay,” You said, beaming.

You stuck mostly to the woodworking bead types. 

The image of glass beads shattering midair was frightening, though you were sure that none of the dragons around here could reach those speeds. Flying that fast might be dangerous for people too.

Most of your beads were probably going back to Hiccup anyways.

Of course, you had your own handful of small colorful semi-porcelain.

You tried a bunch of colors of all different types, and ended up with a handful of each. It was cool, to the super-so degree, and it was free. It seemed good will did a lot, and community bonding exercises were meant to be just that and nothing else. There was a line of Vikings, adults and children alike, ready to do their own part and bring things in anyhow. 

Many Vikings used ground up dragonhide to dye and waterproof beads and to mix in with melted glass in order to give it a pretty stain.

It was interesting, especially now that many Vikings were using Dragons in place of a kiln, and how they’d set up small buildings with bricks and some coal and used those too.

It was disastrous, at some moments. There were many burns, mostly small, that people went up to Gothi for, saying their goodbyes in bummed tones. 

Gothi must have had enough of it because she came down eventually to manage the glassmakers and smack the unfortunate.

It was… nice. 

The afternoon light was surprisingly nice on your face. It felt a lot nicer and your chest felt lighter, the world awash with things bright and endearing.

You looked forward with a winning smile at Hiccup.

“You liked the one I gave you, right?” You held out a handful of blue glass and wood beads to Hiccup, “They’re doing craft days in the Hall. I made some.”

You had a bunch of others in pouches around your belt.

You didn’t have anywhere to put them besides. You had no dragon to ride, so in time you might favor the glass ones. You had trouble with a few of them. The dragonhide did a great deal to make the glass more sticky when it heated up.

“You’re going to see a lot more people around with beads on.”

There were not enough leaves and pouches for all your sorted beads so they were sort of mixed, but you got a hold of a good few before it was time to clean up and you fled before anyone could notice. The hall would still be active for a while.

“You started a trend, I think,” You said, matter-of-factly.

It was impressive. Trends usually fell to the Chief, who recently had been trying to approach you though he always got carried away by tasks before he could. 

Hiccup had a sort of goofy smile on his face which consisted of a slightly upturned lip and the framing of his two largest front teeth which dropped as, as it looked like, he snapped back into himself, “What?”

“Yeah,” You said after you finished unloading the rest of his pouches into his arms and turned to walk away.

You looked around as you fled, making sure no one was watching.

He looked down like he wasn’t sure what to do with all of them, and also a little bit put off.

You wondered if you overdid it.

A small weight shifted by your ankle as you walked, the coins you’d slipped into a side pocket in your boot. You were going to ask around for some seeds.

[marvelmusing]

His Dark Materials AU

Arctic Explorer!Billy Russo x Arctic Explorer!Fem!Reader

drabble under the cut

“Don’t.” You cry out, stumbling slightly on the carpet as you leap towards Billy. His eyes widen in surprise as you knock the glass from his hand. He grasps hold of your forearm, squeezing it painfully and his dæmon lunges towards yours. He towers over you, looking at your wide eyes, then at the closet you had jumped out from.

“You were spying on me.” He hisses, his eyes dark and filled with suspicion.

“I wasn’t.” You protest instantly, trying to wriggle out of his grip with little success. His panther dæmon, Clementine, has your own dæmon pinned under her claws. As Billy raises a brow at you, your defiant expression falters and you sigh. “Okay I was.”

His stare is hard and unreadable as he looks at your face. You continue to tug against his hold, and your rabbit dæmon, Angus, twitches under Clementine’s paws.

“Russo,” you whine slightly, frown deepening as his grip on you remains tight. “You’re hurting me.”

“Good.”

You huff in response to his dismissive tone.

“Some thanks for saving your life.” His own frown deepens in confusion. He doesn’t loosen his hold on you, even as he asks,

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw the Master tip powder into the decanter of your Tokay.”

He shares a look with his dæmon, before glancing at the decanter of amber liquid, then at the glass you had knocked out of his hand when you had lept from the closet.

He releases his hold on you, and you slump into the chair behind you. Billy sits back in the chair he had been occupying before you had interrupted his moment of peace. Clementine removes her paws from Angus, and he hops up into your lap. You press your fingers into his soft fur, taking an unsteady breath as you process the last few minutes.

Angus grumbles about the audacity of dæmon’s these days, and a small smile flickers at your lips in response to your dæmon’s complaints. You know he’s more offended that he couldn’t fight Clementine off. Despite his appearance as a rabbit, your dæmon had always had more courage than you did.

Clementine pads over to Billy’s side, settling by his feet to watch you warily. He pats her on his head briefly, though that does little to ease the suspicion in her eyes.

“How did you get in here?” Billy asks you.

“Why does the Master want you dead?”

“I asked first.” You sigh. Talking with Billy was always a struggle.

The two of you were rival researchers, always pitted against one another, vying for more funding for your respective expeditions. You had heard Billy was holding a talk in the Retiring Room of Jordan College - and you weren’t invited. So, you had planned to hide in one of the old closets at the back of the room during his talk.

“I grew up in the college, raised by majority of the scholars here. I know this place inside and out.”

“That doesn’t explain how you got here.” You shrug lightly, looking down at the carpet.

“Came in through the window.”

Amusement twinkles in his eyes, as he looks between you and your dæmon still cuddled up in your lap.

“Through the window?” He muses, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he imagines your little rabbit dæmon attempting to keep up with you as you clamber over the slanted roofs of the college. Noticing his gaze on your dæmon, you straighten yourself before jutting your chin in his direction.

“Yes. Now, why was the Master trying to kill you?”

The amusement fades from Billy’s eyes, and he leans forward to rest his elbows against his knees. Clementine looks up at him, her head tilted as she says in a low voice,

“Tell her William.”

Billy sighs in response to his dæmon’s words, running a hand over the stubble adorning his chin to stop himself from observing the frown on your face.

“I’ve found proof.”

“Of what?”

“Other worlds, parallel universes, everything we’ve been searching for.” You hardly notice that you’re holding your breath, then he says the most important word. He whispers it, entrusting the knowledge to you, and you only. “Dust. It’s real.”

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[iwas-baby]

wicked crown ♛

—sakusa kiyoomi x reader

genre: dark royalty au, drama

about: forced into an unwanted marriage, the prince and now princess must overcome their quarrels as bigger treats are on the rise.

cw: alcohol, slight jealousy, ooc ushijima, enemies to lovers, not thoroughly edited, fem!afab reader

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iii. all hail the king

One week later

The week following the King’s death was riddled with preparations for the coronation. You were in and out of fittings for a dress suited for a queen, while also trying to manage etiquette lessons as suggested to you by the Prince.

Since that fateful night, the sentiments between the two of you had returned back to normal. He was still quick to lay out his blunt remarks while you rolled your eyes. Now, though, there was still a sliver of tenderness, which was to be expected after being so vulnerable.

The prince had fallen asleep, and all you could do was stare at him. A week was all it took for his life to completely change; a new wife and a dead father. Carefully, you grazed the side of his face with the tips of your fingers so as to not wake him up. You hated that he didn’t look menacing, or like someone worth hating. It was a feeling that was tearing you apart.

In attempts to confirm them, you shifted forward, ghosting your lips against the corner of his mouth. Although, you couldn’t bring it in yourself to seal the kiss, retreating back and turning the other way. You promised to stay the night, to make sure he does not lose his mind in the grief– that was all.

You silently stood there stiff as a mannequin, wearing a dress more glamorous than the one you wore at your wedding. The finished look was everything you could’ve dreamed of: with a portrait neckline, the pastel powder pink brocade fabric, threaded with golden silk and pearls embellishing the patterns. The skirt was large and the train was just as long. Your corset was tightly prompting up your breasts while it created a sharp vee waistline.

Yet, the finishing touch was with the necklace, that was ever so carefully placed onto you, completing the look. Lined with gold, it showcased the three large pink diamonds at the center along with the smaller ones mixed within the chain.

“You look…” Crown Prince Kiyoomi started, having crept up on you as you paced outside the throne room, “nice.”

“And you look,” you paused to mimic him, “less appalling.”

He rolled his eyes, standing next to you and staring forward as he reached his hand out for you to grab. Which, you did, taking a breath at how cautiously he held onto you, as if you were made from glass.

“Well, good luck to us,” you whispered just in time as the two large doors opened and revealed a small, but influential group of people, eagerly waiting for the coronation.

The two of you walked in sync, your steps aligning through the stomach churning walk toward the front. It was a parallel to your wedding, only now you weren’t alone. Now, Kiyoomi was truly the center of attention.

At the final destination you both turned, facing the audience as a High Priest held two of Itchiyama’s crown jewels; in one hand the orb and in the other he gripped onto the scepter. Following prior instruction, you dropped hands with the future king and instead placed it on his shoulder as he was handed the orb and scepter.

Kiyoomi carefully and precisely spoke the oath that had been told by every king before him without tripping over himself. You smiled, a new wave of confidence surging over you as a result.

“And do you, Y/N, future queen of Itachiyama, swear to uphold these truths?” The High Priest asked, as the royal crowns were being prepared.

“Yes, I swear by them.” So as you took a deep breath, you and Kiyoomi were both in sync for another second as you bowed before the court, waiting for them to place the heavy crowns against your heads.

Rising again, the High Priest’s voice boomed throughout the room, “All Hail The King!”

You watched as they all lowered their heads, repeating the words. “All Hail The King!”

Then again: “All Hail The Queen!”

“All Hail The Queen!” You felt a rush of adrenaline, looking at their heads as if they were only bugs. This power that had been bestowed upon you was forieng, but you liked it.

The kingdom was once again lit up with celebration as the people of Itachiyama were celebrating, even more so within the capital. And although you were much happier now, than a week prior at your wedding, it didn’t feel right to celebrate.

Kiyoomi was chatting away with neighboring kings, appearing dull and lifeless. You figured he was not in the celebratory mood but even so, he failed to keep up a friendly facade, seeming paranoid.

“More wine, my Queen?” Maeve called out to you, snapping you back in reality as she held the bottle upon your tall crystal cup. You nodded with a hum, holding it out for her as you continued to examine who the men your husband was holding conversation with were.

They were all tall men, dressed like royalty, drinking away. The only one other than Kiyoomi was Lord Motoya, his cousin who’d attended the wedding.

“Maeve,” you drew her attention, “are you familiar with any of them.” Her smile grew at the thought of spreading her knowledge, which when it came to royals and far away kingdoms, she was well versed.

“The tallest one, that’s the Crown Prince of Shiratorizawa, they’re Itachiyama’s newest ally although he and King Kiyoomi have had a little rivalry since childhood.The one with the nice hair: Prince Toru from Seijoh, they’re one of the smallest yet wealthiest royal families. Oh, the shorter one, with the black hair, the Knight of Karasuno.” She paused, “he was once a part of Seijoh’s Imperial Knights but he defected, I’m surprised there isn’t a blood bath right now.”

You nodded mindlessly, getting up from your spot without even sipping the recently poured wine. Telling Maeve to go enjoy herself, you were on a mission to introduce yourself and to see what was wrong with the king.

The moment you walked up to them, the other man bowed in front of you and as they rose back to full height, you yourself bowed as well.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” you smiled, looping your arm with Kiyoomi, which earned a grunt from him. “I’m pleased you could all be in attendance.”

“Well thank you sending the invitations, Your Majesty,” who you recently learned Prince Toru, spoke. His voice was sweet and he was clearly catching the attention of the other ladies in the ballroom. He had similar charm as Duke Hiroshi, leaning down to kiss your hand.

At the same time, the last song died down and quickly picked back up again with a livelier dancing song. One by one, people began forming the waltz so it was only natural for Prince Toru to invite the group to dance.

“It will be fun,” he proclaimed, with a dashing smirk against his lips.

“I don’t see why we can’t, you as well Kiyoomi, let’s dance together.” The smile that was directed towards your husband was clearly fake but he didn’t say anything, grumbling and grabbing your waist and hand.

“You should know that I hate dancing.” He moved his feet to the rhythm of the song.

“Well I needed to know what made you look so pale, you looked as though you were going to faint,” you explained. Kiyoomi only looked away, causing you to narrow your eyes.

With the world spinning around you, every couple took large and small steps, dancing happily. Although, there was a cue in the music that everyone would be changing partners shortly which made you squeeze the king’s hand.

“I had a dream last night,” he explained to you, slightly embarrassed to admit it, “my father was there and he told me to be weary of those near me.”

“Do you think it was really a message?” You questioned, searching your surroundings, were the men your husband had just been talking too perhaps conspiring against him?

“I think it was,” Kiyoomi said in a quiet voice before he had no other choice but to let you off, watching you twirl into the arms of another man while at the same time he received a new dance partner.

You were paired with a man you weren’t familiar with, while Kiyoomi, as it appeared, was now dancing with Karasuno’s Queen. It was odd because as you watched him, he seemed at ease, sparking a friendly conversation, it almost made you fume.

There was another change of the music and you ended up with Prince Toru, who had no problem starting the conversation, and carrying it himself. “... and that’s how we’ve built our militia so well, if it weren’t for my wonderful speeches then we wouldn’t have as many troops! In fact, I ended up rounding up more than necessary. You’d think because our borders are so small compared to the other empires we’d have fewer people, but it’s quite dense and we have an army big enough for war!”

Although, you barely listened to a word he said, picking up on a few key words: militia, war, was he the royal that Kiyoomi needed to be cautious of? You doubted it, as Prince Toru’s tone was too jolly for that of an enemy.

Next, you were handed off to the infamous Knight of Karasuno, who was even more threatening than an angry Kiyoomi. He stared you down, although not opening his mouth once to speak. It left an uncomfortable feeling within you, meaning it was up to you to break the ice.

“So, how long will the ambassadors for your kingdom be staying in our capital city?” His face showed no sign of even processing what you were saying, as if there were no thoughts behind his eyes.

“All ambassadors will stay for the next few days, as is custom, Your Majesty.” You nodded off slowly, turning back to see that Kiyoomi still managed to stay with the Queen of Karasuno.

“Custom? Forgive me, for I didn't know.” You gulped, an enemy could easily plan something within the next few days. It would be perfect timing for it too, now that the new King is still in mourning and has his guard down.

Once again, the music cued for a change in dance partners. Leaving you to spin away into the grasp of another. You barely saw who you were dancing with, only being able to see your husband frowning from the corner of your eye. Then, a newer hand gripped your waist and looking up you were met with the Prince of Shiratorizawa.

Was he untrustworthy like Kiyoomi had warned or was the frown on the king’s face due to their personal rivalry?

Trying not to seem suspicious, you put on your best smile and hoped that the Prince of Shiratorizawa would speak first, luckily he did.

“How have you adjusted to Palace life, Your Majesty? I hear you come from the countryside.” It was a good casual conversation and perfect to ease your mind. You weakly smiled.

“Yes, it’s been quite a change but I suppose I’ve always been used to such fancy things.” The Prince hummed, his hand moved in a way that held yours better, making you gulp seeing how big his hand was compared to your own.

“By no offense, I never imagined King Kiyoomi getting married, especially so young.” It was an odd statement to make, but perhaps the prince himself was just awkward.

“Well, things just happen the way they do.” You caught Kiyoomi staring at you, his jaw clenched and eyes furrowed.

“It appears so,” he muttered ominously, breaking eye contact for a moment.

“I hear you’ll be in the capital for the next few days, perhaps we can tour the city together, I barely get out and it would be a shame to go alone.” It may have appeared flirtatious but it was just your way of trying to get more information out of him because, in your own opinion, Shiratorizawa's Prince was the most compelling suspect.

“And what of your husband, the king?” He daringly asked.

“He’s caught up training with the knights, and of course, adjusting to the extra responsibility of the King.”

“Of course,” he sighed, “perhaps I will take you up on your offer, I’ll have a carriage sent to you around noon tomorrow?”

You didn’t have a chance to verbally respond, though, as the Prince was pushed aside by none other than King Kiyoomi himself. He didn’t seem at all amused, grabbing your arm roughly and interrupted the whole dance floor as he temporarily halted any motion.

“If you will please excuse us, the Queen and I have important matters to discuss… privately.” He snapped his head towards you, glaring you down, dragging you away and into a secluded sitting room.

“I fear it's worse than it seems.”

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[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Ghosts Like That

|| Parallel Powder x fem!reader

|| Warnings; season two episode seven spoilers, reader has PTSD about the heist, descriptions of PTSD and anxiety, brief swearing, hurt/comfort/fluff

|| Summary; when reader finds herself back in memories she would rather forget, Powder helps her back to the present.

Requests closed!

Started; December 16th

Finished; December 17th

HurtCember2024; Day 14, Near Death

~~~

It's been years since you nearly got caught in that explosion along with Vi. Years. You weren't even close to being over it. You'd almost died. That was... well, the closest thing to a near death experience you'd ever had. It was terrifying. You were just a kid. It still haunted you in your dreams. Seared into your mind as though it had just happened in the present moment. Ghosts like that never really leave.

You'd been up working in your girlfriend's workshop. She often let you tinker with the bits she wasn't going to use. Who was she to stop a creative mind, after all? You caught a flicker of a blue flash from a spark and suddenly you were back in that fancy piltover workshop. Your breathing picked up, the sound of an explosion ringing between your ears. Your eyes teared up and you cupped the side of your head. Screaming to get out the overstimulation you were feeling. Or, at least trying to get it out. Your whole body buzzed with phantom pain. A jitter to your bones you couldn't quite shake.

Powder had just gotten home after visiting with Vander and Silco at the bar. Humming happily to herself. Until your scream cut through the air. Panic flared inside her chest, adrenaline spiking. She burst the door open so fast she was shocked it didn't go flying. Her heart sank at the sight of you; her legs moving before her mind could catch up. In no time at all, she had you in her arms. Cradling you. Holding you close with care. Fearing to make it worse.

"Shh, shh, you're okay. Just breathe. You're at the workshop. Breathe. Feel the seat under you," Powder tried desperately to ground you. It wasn't her first time handling the PTSD you had. She'd come to learn your triggers and the methods that helped calm you.

You could faintly hear your girlfriend talking. But you couldn't see her. Not- her her, anyway. You saw little Powder. The workshop. Little Powder trying to talk to you and ease you through it. This- wasn't how the memory went. The realization of that is what helped you to start grounding yourself. Slowly, the fancy workshop around you faded. Replaced with the familiar one you'd grown to find comfort in. The colours. The work bench. The art work on the walls that was a combination of both yours and Powder's drawings. Heck, even Mylo got around to sticking one up of himself. It was terribly drawn and you couldn't help but chuckle looking at. Even in your state.

Powder looked down at you, following your eyes to the picture Mylo had put up recently. She smirked, her thumb brushing your arm," Mylo isn't the best artist in the world, is he?" Powder asked. Hoping the picture would make for the perfect distraction for you.

You shook your head, leaning into her chest," no. I've seen better drawings from kids," you laughed. Powder eased at the sound. You were laughing, that was a good sign. Even if it was at Mylo's expense.

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's supposed to be his arm or his head," Powder pointed to the art. Squinting her eyes to get a better look. Maybe it was a blaster of some sort? Fuck if she knew.

"Pfft, he looks more like a spider than a Mylo," you smirked at your own comment. Powder burst out laughing, nodding in agreement to you. He did, didn't he? He could have presented the drawing as a spider and she would have fully believed it.

Powder's eyes focused back on you. Her expression softened, admiring the little crinkle next to your eye. Caused by the smile on your lips. You turned around pretty quickly this time. Maybe that was a sign of it getting better? Powder sure hoped so. She didn't like seeing you in pain, "How you feeling?" She asked, being careful not to trigger you again.

"Better," you murmured. Snuggling up to your girlfriend in the chair. Eyes still on Mylo's picture. Who knew a poorly drawn Mylo would have been what helped calm you down?

"Good," Powder gave you a gentle kiss. Your lips moving against hers in slow, practiced movements. The last of the memory fading from your mind. Hoping that it wouldn't be back any time soon.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Found You Earlier

|| Parallel Powder x fem!reader

|| Warnings; season two episode 7 spoilers, reader crying, you choose what happened to reader, little dialogue, short drabble

|| Summary; when Powder finds reader crying, she listens to her struggles and brings comfort.

Requests closed!

Started; December 16th

Finished; December 16th

HurtCember2024; Day 12, Cry

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Powder spent all morning looking for you. She'd even asked around if any of the others had seen you. Mylo shrugged and said you were probably off causing trouble somewhere. She doubted that, though. Something in Powder's gut just felt off. As though something was wrong and she couldn't place what it was. Her immediate thought had been you, so she was desperately trying to find you.

She finally did. Though it took her a good amount of time. You'd gone off to your favourite spot, one where only Powder knew. It was nice. A place between Zaun and Piltover, it even had sun. Powder walked over to you, her hand resting to your shoulder. Startling you out of your thoughts as you desperately wipped away tears. You didn't want her to see you crying, after all. Powder had everyone else to worry about. She didn't need you too.

"Babe?" Powder frowned, settling herself down beside you. It wasn't often she saw you cry. In fact, she's sure she's never even seen it. She knew something had been wrong. Powder wished she had found you earlier.

"Hi.." you murmured. The quietest she'd ever heard you speak. Well, there's a few exceptions to that. Like, when you're really tired and just mumbling. Powder thinks its pretty cute when you do that- and now she's getting side tracked.

"Did something happen?" Powder asked, tone soft while she brushed a couple strands of your hair from your face. Her hand coming to rest between your jawline and cheek. Gently cupping your face to wipe away the remainder of your tears with her thumb.

Talking to Powder had always been easy to do. She was gentle, soft and kind. The only person you felt comfortable talking to with this sort of thing. It all came out. Everything that had been bothering you. Powder listened to your every word, nodding along occasionally to show she was still listening to you. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you in close to her side. Her fingers combing your hair.

Powder gave you some comforting words, even advice if you needed it. Her words soothed your rushing mind. As though building the dam herself to stop your tears from flowing through. One of the many reasons you loved her. Powder would always be there to listen to you and provide the comfort you needed, the gesture a reminder that you were still loved. Even when somedays it felt like you weren't.

She was there; and she always would be.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Parallel Powder Masterlist

Found You Earlier

-when Powder finds reader crying, she listens to her struggles and brings comfort.

(established relationship.)

Classic You

-when reader wakes up screaming, Powder helps her out.

(established relationship.)

Ghosts Like That

-when reader finds herself back in memories she would rather forget, Powder helps her back to the present.

(established relationship.)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

i gotta write some parallel powder x reader stuff cause i love her so much 😭

look at this queen