#personally i have 758 at the moment

[luza-wayne]

birthday.

kozume kenma x reader

wc: 758 words

happy birthday to my animal spirit in hq! love you so much, pls fund my tuition, ehe

kenma woke up just as usual.

after washing his face and eating, he immediately sat on his gaming chair and logged into the game he found just recently, but he already mastered it in just days.

he played all day without thinking about volleyball since it's the weekend and his parents are out for a trip.

yes, it's his birthday, but it's not like it's a special day for everyone. 

so why not just treat it like a usual day? maybe a few thank you's for the people who greeted him on his social media. he thinks.

it's not like he's looking forward to celebrating it too, but he's excited to receive a greeting from a certain person.

that moment he finally set loose the switch off of his hands. he threw his head backwards, resting it on the pillow of his chair. 

he wondered what you are doing as of now.

his logical mind suddenly occupied his brain and had his thoughts made a conversation with himself.

today is my birthday. even if no one says it, the person celebrating their birth can have a greater opportunity than other people, just for that day.

should i take the chance? 

will it break the relationship with the two? 

would i get in trouble if i confess to (y/n)? 

he smiled at the thought of you beside him, holding his hands, playing and styling his hair while he plays his games, joining you as you stay up to study. 

how nice it would be.

his thoughts were suddenly disrupted by the sound of the doorbell going off.

he groaned and sluggishly walked to his door to go see who ruined his imagination.

he took the last step of the stairs looking at the ground.

*pop* 

“happy birthday, kenma!” 

kenma jumped like a kitten with the party poppers going off. with wide eyes, he stared at the people smiling widely at him.

“kenma!” yamamoto called for him. “we know you don't like a lot of people gathering for you, so we just invited the team and your parents lent us a spare to your front door.” he explained.

“oh, thank you.” kenma thanked them while he looked at the surprise they planned for him.

after they handed him their presents for the birthday boy, they started eating the foods everyone brought.

“kenma!” you called for the setter. 

he immediately turned around with excited eyes.

ah, there she is. 

damn, her voice is so soothing for my ears. 

“h-hey.” he anxiously addressed you.

“sorry, we were late. tetsu was making a fuss that you liked apple pie even more than pudding. you told me that, right?” you said as you showed him the box of pudding you picked for him.

“it—” you both looked behind you when kuroo suddenly interrupted.

“as i said, kenma likes apple pie more. don't underestimate my friendship with him since childhood.” kuroo said confidently and raised his hand holding a box of apple pie.

“shut up! kenma himself told me that!” you defended.

kenma looked back and forth between you and kuroo before looking at the food you two had in front of him.

he took yours first, before taking kuroo's, making you smile widely.

“what i said back then was that pudding is good, but i prefer apple pie more.” he recalled that it causes your mouth to hang open, while he just stared at the food he's holding.

when you remembered his words, you put both of your hands on your face to cover yourself from the embarrassment.

“sorry!” you said and made kuroo laugh hysterically.

after kuroo laughed, he regained his posture and turned your body— still with your hands on your face— to him, before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“well, better luck next time, babe.” he said, removing the palms off your face.

kenma continued to stare at the edibles, as he smiled bitterly.

so she wasn't paying attention to me that time? oh— haha. 

i remember now. kuroo was there that time too.

'holding hands, playing and styling his hair, staying up late...' i'm so pathetic.

how can i imagine doing that with her when she'd rather do that with him? my best friend.

he looked up at you two. 

kuroo holding your face, still laughing, while you deadpan him, but soon a smile formed on your lips.

“thank you for the apple pie and pudding.” he said smiling, but praying that you don’t notice how fake his smile was.

“happy birthday to me, i guess.”

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[tinkerleaf]

Fitness Time with Chuuya :D

a/n: got this idea when I was at the gym the other day and had to write it.

synopsis: reader works for the agency and sees Chuuya at the gym. gn reader

warnings: possibly incorrect gym terms?

Word Count: 758

Being a member of the Armed Detective Agency can be a demanding career not only mentally, but physically. Because of this, you decided to join a private gym a few blocks from the office. It was a good fit for you because it was open 24 hours, so you could just drop by before or after work.

One morning, you had everything ready to bring with you for a workout; your water bottle, gym bag, and headphones. Walking in, you saw that it was rather empty due to how early it was. This was perfect for you because you didn’t have to worry about being judged for getting the smaller weights.

After stepping out of the locker room, you slipped your headphones on as you got on the treadmill. As you were jogging, you noticed someone walk in. You got a glimpse of them walking over to the weights section, but you didn’t see who it was. You slowed down to a brisk walk and continued for about half an hour.

When you finished, you turned the machine off and turned around. Across the room, you see a familiar face using the medicine balls. You immediately turn back around.

‘Why is he here?!’ you thought. ‘Maybe it’s not the same person…' You slowly try to look behind you without looking suspicious. ‘Shit, that’s him!’ You whipped your head back. You couldn’t just leave, because the weights were close to the locker rooms, and he’d definitely see you. You decided to try and keep going, without him noticing you. Maybe he wouldn’t even recognize you. After all, you weren’t in your office clothes.

It worked for maybe ten minutes before you made eye contact. The look on his face told you he definitely knew who you were. ‘It’s definitely time to go.’ You get up from the rowing machine to leave, but you hear him call out for you. You pretend that you can’t hear him through your music, but he uses his ability to knock your headphones off of your head. You scurry to move them back up when he calls out to you again.

“Can I help you?” you ask nervously.

“Yeah, you work with the agency, don’t ya?” It felt like he could see into you.

“Yeah.” You realized you shouldn’t have said that. “I mean, no?” This felt like the most awkward conversation you’ve ever had.

“What are you doing here?”

You gave him a look like he asked the dumbest question ever. Which he did. “Well, it’s a gym. So, the same reason you’re here.”

There was an excruciatingly awful silence before he spoke again, “Okay. Well, stay away from me.”

“Sounds perfect.” You put your headphones in and walk away to the locker rooms.

The next few times you went, you didn’t see him. You wondered if maybe he switched to a different gym so he wouldn’t have any more run-ins with his other enemies. But it’s not like you could do anything to him anyway. After all, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. At least, not at the moment. Either way, you were so glad you didn’t have to see him agai-

Shit. There he was.

When you walked in, you saw him leaning against the pillar drinking some water, a single drop going down his neck. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and sweatpants. Unfortunately for you, this was quite attractive. You cursed at yourself before continuing on to your workout.

While doing your routine, you noticed that the weight for your bench press was a little too heavy, and you wouldn’t be able to put it back on the rack. You struggled for a minute, before suddenly feeling all the weight come right off of you.

“You should have asked for help, you dumbass.” He taunted, hanging the bar back up.

“Thanks…I’ve never had that happen before.” You stand up.

“That probably means you need to rest.” There was another uncomfortable silence.

You had enough, “Okay, listen. I know we don’t like each other, and I know we’re supposed to be enemies and whatnot. But just for here, why don’t have a truce?” You put your pinky out.

He rolled his eyes at your offer, linking his finger with yours. “Okay, fine. Truce.” He had a faint smile across his lips.

After that, you saw Chuuya quite frequently at the gym, and sometimes even did your routines together. Awkward smiles turned into friendly waves, and eventually, you were gym buddies.

You never told anyone at the agency about these little encounters.

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

Something Real

A/N: Requested? No. Did I have any real plan for this? No. Would I like to write something non angst-y for Cassian for once? Yes, but today is not that day.

Warnings: None (unless you count this not being proof read)

Words: 758

Nothing felt real. How could it with a life built almost entirely on lies? Lies for survival, for information, for security. There was safety in lies. No one could get too close. No one could see the real version - if that version even existed anymore. There were just the lies. One piled on top of the other until it created this new person, one who doesn’t look back, doesn’t feel. 

That was until you met him. Someone even more closed off than you. Someone willing to do anything they had to do in order to get the job done. 

Cassian Andor chipped away at you, slowly, gradually, as if he were carving life into a statue made of stone. He took his time learning things about you that you had deemed insignificant. Things that Cassian had realized were truths. Your favorite fruit, your small expressions and tells that told him when you were upset or anxious. Things you hadn’t realized you needed to hide. 

In turn you picked up on his habits. The quirk of his brow when he was taking in new information, the twitching of his hands when he grew restless, the far away look he would reserve for when he thought he was alone - no one watching. But you were observing, curious, mind racing at to what or who could be occupying his thoughts. 

Tonight was a quiet night, a rarity on the base. No new mission, nothing needed of you. Still, sleep evaded you. You sat outside, cool night air brushing past you. Eyes turned up towards the star you took a calming breath. 

You felt him before you heard him. Your body tuned to his like a magnet. He quietly sat down next to you. Wordlessly, he passed you a cup and placed a blanket gently along your shoulders. 

You turned your gaze to him, but Cassian was already looking forward. You sipped on the warm drink as you tried to steady yourself. Being around Cassian was unnerving. He knew you in ways no one else did. Ways you yourself had long forgotten. The thought terrified you. 

“Why?” you choked out. 

Cassian didn’t bother looking at you, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Why, what?” He said softly, his body relaxing as he leaned back - hands splayed behind him. 

You weren’t sure what you were asking. Why care about me? Why bother? “Why me?” You clipped out, your body shifting to face him. 

“I don’t understand,” he turned to face you now. His eyebrows furrowed in a way that made you want to press your thumb and smooth it out. 

“Why do you try so hard to know someone who doesn’t exist? I don’t exist anymore, Cassian. I am whatever and whoever the rebellion needs me to be. What I want and who I was don’t matter anymore.”

Cassian let out a soft laugh at your statement. “I know who you are - as much as you know who I am.”

“How can you know who I am when I don’t even know?” You were frustrated, agitating clearly in your words. 

“You know who you are. Even if you don’t want to acknowledge it,” Cassian met your eyes, “You are brave even when you don’t feel it, you are kind to everyone - even to those who may not deserve it, you fight everyday because it is what’s right. You see everyone for who they are - even when you cannot see it in yourself.” 

“I don’t know what’s real anymore, Cass,” you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes. 

“My feelings for you - that’s real.” Cassian leaned his forehead against yours. “This moment, here, is real.” 

You took a deep steadying breath, your thumb grazing Cassian’s cheek. “I don’t want to lose you.” 

That was the truth. The real truth. Fear of losing Cassian like you’d lost everyone caused you to live the lies. If no one knew the real you, they could never get close. You’d never have to feel that gaping loss, the fissure that never closed but only grew bigger. 

“I’m afraid, Cass,” you murmured. You could feel Cassian’s smile against your hand. 

“Someone I loved very dearly once told me that that’s just love. It can’t be helped. But I’m willing to be afraid with you - to have something real. I want that - with you.” 

You pulled Cassian in for an embrace, blanket falling off your shoulders and forgotten. 

If Cassian was the only real thing in your life you’d hold onto it with everything you had - for however long you had.

[darkness-and-books]

I Like Your Sweater

TOS Leonard McCoy x gn!reader

⚠️: none I don’t think, just fluffy at the end

word count: 758

My alarm rang throughout my quarters, so I turned it off and rolled over. “It’ll go off again in ten” muttered angrily to myself. I was wrong or maybe I was right but I didn’t hear it, I don’t really know. What I do know is that it’s 9 AM and I am laaate, like the kind of late where I hopped out of bed and scrambled for any of the nearest clothes, most of which were on the floor and yesterday’s or older. Just as I was hopping about, trying to get my other leg in my pants while also brushing my teeth, Scotty’s face popped up on the video communicator. Thunk I fell over backwards, I was hoping that maybe no one, or at least no one important, would notice that I was late. I could hear Scotty’s laughter radiating from the communicator. “I see you’re already getting ready!” He belowed between fits of laughter. “Yes, why do you call?” I inquired rather loudly as I was still on the floor trying to get my pants the rest of the way on. “I just wanted to let you know that when you do finally get down to engineering, we’re having our monthly meeting to assign projects” Scotty informed while attempting to hide more chuckling. (I dunno, I just made up something important) That was today?!? “Are you kidding?!?” I popped up with my pants finally all the way on to look at Scotty. “Nope, serious as a heart attack” He deadpanned. “Fine, fine, I’ll be there!” I shouted as I dived back down to find my toothbrush in this mess. “You’ve got eight minutes, see you there!” Scotty singsonged before hanging up. Eight minutes, so really I’ve got five minutes and enough time to take the turbo lift down, and not miss anything but basic introduction. Why is it so cold in here? I know I’ve got bigger fish to fry at the moment, but I’ve gotta have a uniform sweater around here somewhere. “Bingo!” I swiped the sweater off the floor and put it on. I didn’t have time for a shower, so I did the next best thing and used a handful of water to smooth out the top of my hair and put on deodorant. I run for the turbo lift. “Morning Chekov!” I shout as I run. I get into the turbo lift and pant out engineering. I’m so grateful that it was open and I didn’t have to use the stairs. Once off the lift I run into the conference rooms in engineering, there are six of them and Scotty didn’t actually say which once we were in this morning. I started to just randomly pop my head into other meetings, fifth time’s the charm I guess because we were in room five. I slipped in and tried to sit without being noticed, but the door slammed behind me. Suddenly everyone was giving me various degrees of judgemental looks. “What?” I ask in irritation, “Nothing, you just late” Scotty reassured while glowering at all the other engineering personnel. The meeting was long and slow, the only thing I learned was that despite previous mistakes I was still working in the engine core. I had nothing else to do unless something got broken so I headed down to the medbay to see what was up with my favourite CMO. The whole way there I kept getting looks, was my hair really that bad? I thought about this and automatically ran a hand over my hair. News travels fast around here, maybe they just all know I was late, I can’t have been the only person who was late today though. I walked on into the medbay to find Leonard at his desk. Must be the luckier part of my day, he’s usually being dragged around the medbay if not the whole ship for various emergencies. “Hiya, Len!” I call to him as I make my way over. He turns to look at me and whatever he was about to say dies on his lips. “I like your sweater, darlin” he says in a slightly mocking tone. “It’s just a uniform sweater” I tell him, “Yeah, but whose uniform?” He questions, crossing his arms and eyeing the sweater. I finally look down and much to my near horror, I see a medical officer’s sweater over my engineering shirt. “Don’t worry bout it darlin. It looks better on you anyway” Leonard compliments me as he gestures me over for a hug and a kiss.

[londonhalcyon]

Fic Writer Interview (20 Questions)

This tag game passed by twice, once in January (because apparently this post has been sitting in my drafts that long) and again several months later, so forgive me for not remembering who to tag! These questions seem fun, so if anyone wants to join, feel free to say I tagged you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

20 at the moment, with plenty more WIPs.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

480,895 words and counting.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Not counting TMW bonus content, the top 5 are:

The Mad Witch (758 kudos)

"The Scarlett Cauldron" (77 kudos)

"Fear Itself" (76 kudos)

"The Most Powerful Witch" (72 kudos)

"Piper's Best Worst Day" (57 kudos)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I love engaging with my readers and other members of the fandom. Every comment always makes my whole day. Life gets busy sometimes, so I don't always have the time to respond to every single one, but I definitely see and appreciate all of them!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Usually my fics have fairly hopeful endings, but "3 Years Ago," a pre-canon Murdered: Soul Suspect fic might fit the bill. Sometime in the future, it has the potential to be topped by "Will of the People," a Fallout 4 WIP that revolves around the Diamond City anti-ghoul riots.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

My Secret Santa fics, "It's Not the Fall" and "Flawed Phials," definitely have the fluffiest endings!

7. Do you write crossovers?

Nope!

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I get rude or condescending comments on occasion from people who don't know how to hit the back button and/or are unfamiliar with fandom etiquette, though nothing actively malicious. The one time I received a transphobic/homophobic message in response to TMW it was private (if it was public, I would have deleted it; I don't give a platform to that kind of thing at all), and honestly I hope that person is in a better place now because they really didn't seem okay at the time. I'm fortunate that the vast majority of my readers and mutuals are such wonderfully amazing and kind people.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, BUT, before you get too excited, not in The Mad Witch. Smut is by definition graphic, and TMW has a Teen rating that shall remain unchanged.

The smut scenes I've drafted so far (F/F and F/M) are for my Rosemary Reaper series (post-canon Fallout 4 WIP). Those fics will all be rated Mature, so while not overly explicit, they'll definitely be spicier than TMW. Maybe I'll share a snippet sometime if there's any demand for it.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of?? I have long since deleted my Wattpad account, so my fics should only be on AO3. If anyone ever finds one of my fics elsewhere in the wild, please let me know.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, which is probably for the best. I would like to make some heavy edits to the beginning of TMW when I'm done with it.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not a fic, though I have co-written a short fantasy story with a friend, with him writing for one POV character and me for another. We agreed on major actions and story beats, but we each kept a major secret that we didn't reveal until after we had written our individual parts. It was a lot of fun (though we were both painfully unskilled at the time).

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don't know if I really have one. I have ships I enjoy and characters I like to pair with OCs, though nothing I feel properly obsessive over. This might be a consequence of primarily writing for video game fandoms. But I do have my default game romances: Merula in HPHM, Piper in Fallout 4, Marcurio in Skyrim, etc. I'm also a sucker for unrequited love interests, like Serana in Skyrim and Aveline in Dragon Age 2. The ANGST.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I never want to say never because I'm currently 83,435 words into the last fic I said I would never write. But there are two fics that I'm almost certain I will never finish, which I'm kind of sad about: my post-canon Murdered: Soul Suspect longfic, A Certain Darkness, and my RWBY OC team longfic, DSRT.

I made it just shy of 200,000 words into A Certain Darkness before I had to drop it. My writing skills ended up surpassing the progress I had made, and by the time I realized how many characters, relationships, and plot points were just straight up bad, I had written myself into a corner. I do love Joy and Angel so much, a medium/ghost duo with way more homoerotic tension than my closeted teenage self ever intended. Maybe one day I'll gut the story, drop the characters into a different setting, and make it something original. One day.

DSRT ran into a similar problem, though fortunately I only ever wrote the first few chapters. I could probably reattempt it if I really wanted, but with the overwhelming number of WIPs I already have, it's hard to imagine finding the time. I do miss my team of teenage idiots: Dustin, Saul, Rosemary, and Talos. It was supposed to have a really tragic ending too, which I don't often get to write.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I often receive compliments on how human I make my characters feel, which is the highest honor anyone could give. I've been told my dialogue frequently flows smoothly too.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Conciseness. Why is this post so long omg.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Do it carefully and with necessity. Maybe a character is bilingual and blends languages, so it's part of their characterization. Maybe a password or spell needs to be said in another language because it's old or pretentious. It can work, but it can also be easy to mess up. I personally avoid writing dialogue in languages I don't have a good grasp of, or I try to consult other people if I do (not Google Translate, which sucks).

There's also the matter of if the POV character even understands the language being spoken. If they don't, then I don't write the language out (unless it's a phrase the character is going to learn later on). In these instances, it makes more sense to write something like, "The man muttered a phrase in a language she didn't recognize," or "She fired off something in Spanish, the words too quick to catch."

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars the Clone Wars, baby! I was like ten or eleven. Never published, but my worldbuilding for that longfic (a saga, more like) was insanely elaborate. Alas, another story for the WIP graveyard.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Eventually, I want to get back to my Skyrim WIP, which includes a main Dragonborn/Marcurio ship. Maybe even with a little Dragonborn/Serana infidelity on the side (which Marcurio absolutely does not deserve, the poor guy).

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I mean, I have to say The Mad Witch, don't I? That fic is where my community is, where every time I post a chapter I have a ton of people who get excited about it with me. It is the story I think about constantly, that I have spent literal years writing and daydreaming about. No matter what I've written before or will write since, this will be the defining fic in my journey as a writer.

That, and I have a special fondness for "Case by Case." I just think it's neat.

[timeless-fanfic]

Hello I love Simon Z and I adore your Simon Z ones! Can you write one where he thanks Jesus for bringing the reader (his wife) into his life. It’s cool because he can tell God in person

A Thankful Heart

Word Count: 758

Simon Z x Reader

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a serene twilight over the small camp where Jesus and His followers had gathered for the evening. The gentle crackle of the fire and the soft murmur of conversation created a peaceful ambiance. Simon , one of Jesus’s disciples, sat on a nearby rock, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames as he reflected on his life.

The past few years had been a whirlwind of miracles, teachings, and personal transformations. But amidst all the incredible experiences, there was one blessing that stood out above all others: the presence of his beloved wife, [Y/N]. The bond they shared had brought him immeasurable joy and fulfillment, and he often found himself marveling at the way their lives had intertwined.

As Jesus approached, Simon felt a wave of gratitude welling up within him. He rose from his seat and approached Jesus with a sense of reverence and eagerness. “Rabbi,” Simon began, his voice filled with emotion. “May I have a moment of your time?”

Jesus smiled warmly at him. “Of course, Simon. What is on your heart?”

Simon took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express the depth of his feelings. “There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you. I want to thank you for bringing [Y/N] into my life.”

Jesus looked at him with gentle understanding. “You are grateful for your wife?”

Simon nodded vigorously. “More than I can ever express. When I first met her, I knew that she was someone special, but I had no idea how profoundly she would impact my life. Her kindness, her strength, her unwavering support—she has been a source of light and love for me.”

Jesus listened attentively, His gaze compassionate and encouraging. “It brings joy to My heart to see the love and happiness you share.”

Simon continued, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. “You see, Rabbi, I was once nothing, a man of simple means. My life was straightforward, but it lacked something profound. When [Y/N] came into my life, everything changed. She brought a depth of joy and purpose that I had never known before.”

He paused, collecting his thoughts. “I often wonder how I was so blessed to find her. It feels like a miracle in itself. I want to thank you for bringing us together, for blessing me with such a wonderful partner.”

Jesus’s eyes softened with warmth and affection. “Simon, you have found a treasure in [Y/N] because your heart is open and true. The love you share is a reflection of the love that I have for all My children. Your gratitude and your love for each other are a testament to the goodness and grace that exist in the world.”

Simon’s eyes glistened with gratitude. “I know that it is through Your grace that we have found each other. I am deeply thankful for the way You have woven our lives together.”

Jesus placed a reassuring hand on Simon’s shoulder. “It is My pleasure to see My followers find joy and fulfillment in their relationships. Your love for [Y/N] and your appreciation for the blessings in your life are a beautiful expression of faith and gratitude.”

Simon nodded, feeling a profound sense of peace. “I will cherish this gift forever, Rabbi. I promise to continue to honor [Y/N] and to be grateful for the incredible blessing of having her by my side.”

Jesus smiled, His presence a comforting assurance. “You are a good man, Simon. Your love and gratitude reflect the very essence of what it means to walk in My teachings. Continue to nurture your relationship with [Y/N], and let your love for each other inspire those around you.”

Simon’s heart swelled with appreciation. “Thank you, Rabbi. Your words mean more to me than I can express.”

With a final, heartfelt nod, Simon stepped back, his spirit uplifted by the conversation. As Jesus returned to the fire, Simon sat quietly, reflecting on the profound sense of gratitude that filled him. The evening had brought him a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing that his appreciation for [Y/N] had been shared with the One who had made their union possible.

The night grew darker, and the campfire’s light flickered softly. Simon felt a renewed sense of purpose and contentment, knowing that his love for [Y/N] and his gratitude to Jesus were intertwined in a bond that transcended the ordinary.

[thranduilswifesblog]

Tales of the Heart

Genre : fanfiction, fluff, angst, slow burn, romance

The previous chapter

Chapter 8 : girl in my dream

Words : 758 words

Thranduil awoke from his slumber, his side aching from the fact that he had fallen asleep on the table.

Made me promise I'd try

To find my way back in this life.

I hope there is a way

To give me a sign you're OK.

Reminds me again it's worth it all

So I can go on.

familiar singing, from a familiar voice sounded....

Thranduil got up from his desk, and put his face close to the window.

All of my memories keep you near.

In silent moments imagine you here.

All of my memories keep you near.

Your silent whispers, silent tears.

The singing voice became clearer. Thranduil rushed out of his room and ran to the sound of the singing.

Thranduil enters the forest, the path he takes is the path he walked in his dream. He looked around, the forest was not dark, it was very bright instead. Illuminated by stars and fireflies.

Thranduil went deeper and deeper into the forest, until he entered an area that he was very familiar with. The place he used to go with Verena. The place in his dream, the place where the mysterious girl danced.

And Thranduil's eyes fixed on something in front of him. Exactly in that place, Thranduil and Verena used to spend their time sitting while eating fruits, it was also in that place where the girl in his dream danced, and it was also in that place now that Thranduil saw the girl again spinning, her beautiful white dress floating in the air, her golden hair fluttering, and her beautiful face shone under the moonlight.

Thranduil was stunned by the girl's face, he approached the girl slowly "excuse me" He called softly

The girl was surprised and stopped dancing "Oh Dear! Am I disturbing you?" She asked

"Sorry, have we met? Who are you? And why are you dancing in the middle of the night like this?"

She smiled "I used to live in Greenwood, and I used to play here with my friends, so I let go of my longing after not coming home for so long" she replied

Thranduil's eyes widened "VERENA!?" he said, shocked

"How do you know my name?"

"You don't remember me?" Thranduil asked

Verena was silent for a while, then she widened her eyes in shock after realizing who was the person in front of her "THRANDUIL?!"

Thranduil nodded "yes! It's me!"

They both laugh, Thranduil runs and hugs Verena tightly, he picks her up and spins her "I thought I would never see you again!" they both laughed very loudly, and made several trees that were sleeping, woke up

"Quite!" Verena warned

Thranduil pulled her down on the ground "how was your life in lindon?" Thranduil asked

"It's beautiful" Verena replied

"Why choose to return?"

"Let's just say I miss my house" Verena replied

They both chuckled.

Thranduil stared intently at Verena's face, he couldn't control his happiness and smiled broadly as he looked at her

"What?!" Verena said, irritated

"No. It's just, I hope this isn't a dream".

"Oh... Let's make sure" Verena slapped Thranduil hard on the cheek, leaving a red handprint

"Aww!" Thranduil winced "why did you do that?!" he said shocked

"To convince you that none of this is a dream!" Verena replied "are you awake now?!"

Thranduil shakes his head "you never change"

"Really? But I'm getting old"

"And beautiful" Thranduil answered, curtly

Verena widened her eyes, she patted Thranduil hard on the shoulder "I didn't expect the Crown Prince to quibble already" She stood up and walked away

"Where are you going?!"

"I'm going back to the lodge, I'm tired and want to sleep" Verena shouted

Thranduil got up and chased him "I'll take you. Thranduil took Verena's hand and wrapped it around his own.

They walked, occasionally looking at each other and smiling.

.

.

.

"Fine, I'll go inside and sleep, you go" Verena said

Thranduil nodded like a fool "see you tomorrow"

Verena raised her eyebrows "see you tomorrow? How can you be sure I'll still be here tomorrow morning?" She teases

"Then I'll make sure guards guard all the gates so you don't leave again"

"Isn't that coercion?" Verena said, smiling coquettishly

"I don't know" Thranduil shrugged his shoulders "good night" Thranduil suddenly kissed Verena on the cheek and ran away "meet me tomorrow at the training ground, I will train with Feren" He shouted while waving his hand

"THRANDUIL! THAT WAS MY FIRST KISS!! I WILL KILL YOU!" Verena yelled

"You can do it tomorrow" Thranduil ran and laughed

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Human Traditions

Ship: Thirteenth Doctor x Yasmin Khan

Summary: The Doctor surprises Yaz on Valentine's Day.

Word Count: 758

“So, Doctor, got anything planned for Valentine’s Day?” Ryan asked.

“What?” she replied, scrunching her nose in concentration as she repaired the TARDIS.

“Y’know, now that you and Yaz are together, are you doing anything special? It is your first Valentine’s as a couple.”

The Doctor emerged from under the console with grime streaked down her cheeks. “What are you talking about? What’s Valentine’s Day?”

Ryan laughed before realising she was serious. “You don’t know?” he asked, shocked. “It’s a human tradition. A day where you either confess your feelings to the person you like or, if you’re already in a relationship, you do something nice for your partner. Most people send cards or love letters, or buy chocolates, flowers, teddy bears, and so on. Or you can take your partner on a cute date or have a romantic candlelit dinner.”

“Huh, a whole day dedicated to love.” The Doctor smiled. “Humanity never fails to amaze me.”

“So?” Ryan raised an eyebrow at her. “You and Yaz … ?”

“Oh, right! Hmm, I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

“I’m sure you will.” Ryan chuckled.

~~~

Once the fam had been dropped off at home (they needed a little rest before their next adventure), The Doctor began her research into this Valentine’s Day. Ryan was right, it was her and Yaz’s first time celebrating this holiday together, so she wanted it to be special. 

She arrived at Yaz’s flat at precisely 6 o’clock on the 14th of February (the TARDIS had been extra careful in getting the timing right). The Doctor fiddled with her blazer, smoothing it down nervously. 

Oh, nervousness. That was new, she noted. It was a strange feeling; her stomach felt fluttery, and her hearts were beating faster. 

But she was also excited. She hoped Yaz liked the surprise. She really, really wanted to get this right.

Yaz’s mum opened the door. “Oh, hello,” she greeted The Doctor before turning her head back inside to yell, “Yaz, it’s for you.”

Yaz practically jumped off the sofa. She had been anxiously waiting for The Doctor, hoping she would show up on the right day. She approached the door and smiled at her girlfriend. 

“Hi,” she said shyly.

“Hey. I got these for you.” The Doctor handed her a bouquet of red roses. 

“They’re lovely. Thank you.” Yaz grabbed a present wrapped in pale pink paper off the hallway table. “I have something for you, too.”

The Doctor carefully untied the magenta ribbon, revealing a pack of custard creams.

“I know chocolates are more traditional, but I thought you might like these more,” Yaz explained, suddenly feeling rather silly. The Doctor had given her beautiful roses, and she had merely made a trip to the supermarket for biscuits.

But The Doctor beamed, her bright smile washing away Yaz’s worry. “Oh, I love them, Yaz. They’re perfect.”

Yaz chuckled at her girlfriend. She could be such a dork sometimes, and Yaz loved her so much.

Yaz found a pretty vase for the flowers and placed them on a windowsill.

“Have fun, you two!” Her mum called after them as they left.

“So, where are we going?” Yaz asked. “Your letter was a bit cryptic.”

The Doctor had taken Ryan’s suggestion and sent Yaz a nice letter inviting her on their date. But she had been deliberately vague so as not to spoil the surprise.

“You’ll see.” The Doctor politely opened the TARDIS doors for her date.

The TARDIS disappeared, materialising again a moment later. They had arrived at their mysterious destination.

The Doctor opened the doors again, watching Yaz’s face carefully. The starlight shone in her dark brown eyes as she took in the scene before her.

They were on the moon. The Earth looked so small, lights blinking at them from miles away. The Doctor had set up a small table with a crimson tablecloth draped over it. There was a candle in the middle (only burning thanks to the TARDIS’ oxygen bubble) and two plates waiting for them.

“Doctor,” Yaz breathed in awe.

“Is this … I mean, do you like it? Human traditions can be complicated, and I wanted to get this right …” The Doctor started to ramble.

“It’s perfect,” Yaz cut her off. “It really is.”

The Doctor smiled, breathing a small sigh of relief. She pulled out Yaz’s chair for her, then darted back inside the TARDIS to fetch their meal. 

It was peaceful, just the two of them. A perfect moment that they both cherished, talking and laughing as they dined among the stars.

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Proposed Solutions

With the growing and preoccupying excess of abusive and disrespectful acts towards women during childbirth, especially in uncomplicated, low-risk births, the analysis of medical intervention rates as a consequence of structural violence is essential. The concept of obstetric violence, as used in Latin America in childbirth activism and legal documents, may prove useful to addressing the issues facing maternity care. The WHO, who has been expressing concern about the excess of medical intervention within the birthing process since 1985, urges administrators and health personnel to review protocols and examine the relevance and applicability of certain practices while promoting respect for women’s autonomy and perspectives when making judgments (Sadler et al. 2016:47). Since their recognition of the issue of obstetric violence, non-medically justified interventions rates have increased. There has been no dramatic improvement in perinatal or maternal mortality and morbidity.

It is necessary for everyone involved in the birthing scenario to listen to and understand the lived experiences of birthing individuals. The implementation of a new care paradigm which places human rights at the center of care provision is imperative for the transformation of maternal care experiences and promotion of health equity. The new model should integrate human rights based frameworks, such as reproductive justice, into the curriculum that perinatal health professionals receive (Logan et al. 2022:759-760). “Respectful maternity care (RMC) is an approach to care that emphasizes the fundamental human rights of childbearing people, newborns, and families to autonomy, dignity, privacy, access to services, informed choice, emotional support and companionship, and freedom from mistreatment, discrimination, coercion, and abuse” (Logan et al. 2022:750). The implementation of midwives and doulas under the RMC model into prenatal care has been proven to demonstrate equitable, evidence-based care, while recognizing the individualized needs of both parents and newborns. 

From the case studies and literature I examined, it was apparent that women who had a doula or midwife present at their birth were better able to express a range of feelings and concerns differing from gratitude to anger (Benyamini et al. 2017; Campero et al. 1998; Logan et al. 2022; Sadler et al. 2016). Birth workers such as those that offer holistic care place emphasis on the consideration of women as a whole and provide a sense of security and protection to them and their rights. Greater midwife and doula integration is associated with fewer birth interventions resulting in higher rates of physiological birth, vaginal birth after a previous cesarean delivery, breastfeeding, and reduced neonatal mortality, prematurity, and low birthweight infants. For both low and high risk populations, the RMC model is sufficient in tailoring education and providing care services while demonstrating respect for service users (Logan et al. 2022:758). However, there is hesitation with this model as midwives with extensive experience in attending to women in labor, combined with their own personal experiences in childbirth, are less likely to be believed than male obstetricians recently graduated from medical school (Cohen Shabot 2021:638). 

A majority of the needs of laboring women are met by the support offered by doulas and midwives who help women maintain positive emotional states throughout the process. Doulas and midwives have “given women valuable assistance in coping not only with their labor but also with the problems and emotions to which they were prone during those vital moments” (Campero et al. 1998:397). The support women depend upon during labor was provided simply through soothing and encouraging language, recognition of their laboring efforts, eye contact and hand holding, information about the progress of their labor, clearly explained medical indications and procedures, answers to their questions, and encouragement of adopting positions most comfortable to them. The receiving of frequent and adequate information, special massages, medicines, and constant encouragement provides laboring women with a great sense of control over their labor which they need in order to have a satisfactory labor experience (Campero et al. 1998:397). 

There is an emphasis on the importance of making profound changes to the training model of human health care for both undergraduate and postgraduate courses. Such changes include themes of “sexual and reproductive rights of women, gender relations, code of ethics, physiological assistance to labor and delivery, humanization of obstetrical care, teaching of evidence-based practice” (Jardim and Modena 2018:9). With the use and maintenance of appropriate verbal treatment, access to frequent and understandable information, and informed consent, fear within the birthing process could be significantly reduced. This, along with the reduction of various medical interventions, not only produces a positive birthing experience, but has the potential to accelerate labor and labor recovery, fosters  early bonding between mother and child, and decreases postpartum anxiety and depression (Campero et al. 1998:395). Furthermore, establishing possible associations between obstetric violence and postpartum PTSD would help to sensitize health professionals who provide maternal and postpartum care, and encourage them to implement correct, evidence-based practices and strategies (Martinez-Vazquez et al. 2021:2). This is important as the care and treatment they provide to women greatly influences the probability of developing PTSD.  

In addition to the incorporation of human rights based frameworks into the academic training health professionals receive, there needs to be an establishment of public policies and laws which clearly define the structural dimensions of obstetric violence. “The concept of obstetric violence can be used as a tool to potentially reframe the international agenda on disrespect and abuse in childbirth, and to contribute to change in maternity care worldwide” (Sadler et al. 2016:52). In the new legislation, it is critical to analyze obstetric violence separately from other forms of medical violence and to acknowledge the differences between the mistreatment of women in childbirth and the overall mistreatment of patients (Sadler et al. 2016:50). Women should be the focus of maternity care.

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Skeleton In The Closet || Spooky Girls

The inn was almost completely booked!!

She couldn’t believe it. It was the first time since Snow had started managing the Hauntley Manor that this has happened! But the rush of autumn weather had ushered in a wave of bookings-- and even a brand new Nightly in the form of Mr. McQueen-- and so Snow’s days were full of making sure all her guests were taken care of.

She was finalizing the dinner menu with Bones in the kitchen when Tanya burst in. 

Snow startled, giving herself a paper cut. “Ow,” she pouted, then back up at a crazy-eyed Tanya. “Um, hello-- is everything okay, Tanya?” 

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@twentytanya​ 

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Whistle While You Work Pt.4: Heartbreak Weather

The storm dropped out of the sky. 

That was how it felt. It had been on the radar, expected in the afternoon, and so Morey Construction turned up early to get as much done as they could. But by mid-morning, the sky was bruised and the atmosphere heavy. The only real warning was a couple of errant drops of rain dotting the wood. 

And then it poured. 

Chaos erupted on the site, the team scrambling to grab materials to bring inside. Janet and Gem began to wrestle with a massive tarp to cover the exposed part of the patio where the roof was-- well-- not. But the wind snagged it in its teeth, dragging it back over and over again. 

Snow raced outside to grab one of the ends. “I got it!” She yelled over the pouring rain, the howling wind. Sheet lightning brightened the sky for a brilliant second, followed by the crash of thunder. 

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Tea Time || Sessie

Snow needed a break. 

Normally, she didn’t feel this way. She loved her job-- even the difficult bits, in fact, especially the difficult bits. She loved schedules and meetings and balancing budgets and smoothing over guests’ worries or complaints. But it seemed there was an exception to this rule, wasn’t there? 

His name was Lightning McQueen.

Lightning McQueen was driving her up the wall. And so Snow decided to put on some tea and take her twenty minutes, escaping out into the garden where it was chilly, but sunny-- a perfect autumn day. Perfect for tea. 

“Oh, Ms. Wright-- do you mind if I join you?” she said as she approached Jessie, sitting with a book at one of the tables. 

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All’s Fair in Love and War || Snooze

Oh, now this was something right out of Snow’s dreams - a romantic carnival date!

She’d heard so much about the carnival too, in the weeks leading up to it. Ken had fawned about it with her, she’d pestered Robbie Ryeo for some more details...and of course her group chat with the girls had been blowing up, as everyone talked about who they were going to bring. Snow was thankful in that moment that she had someone. She’d forgotten what a great feeling it was-- to have a person. Maybe Bruce wasn’t her boyfriend (yet), but maybe after the carnival...

“Oh wow, everything looks so cute! Ah, I love fall!” Snow squealed, hanging loosely onto Bruce’s arm as they entered the fairgrounds. “You came to this last year, right? What was your favorite part?” 

@brucewhite​ 

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Does It Spark Joy? || Open Text

Snow: Hey! You know that cute little thrift shop that’s opening up this weekend? I was trying to go through some of my clothes to donate but i think i need help 😅 can i send you some pics? 

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Sweet as Syrup {W. Maximoff}

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: nothing, this is a pure fluffy

Word Count: 758

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A/n: this is all my tired little brain can come up with, I hope guys enjoy this as much I enjoyed writing it, I need fluffy wanda in my life 🥺

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“Good Morning, Y/N” Wanda’s fingertips ran along a thin line of exposed skin where your sleep shirt didn’t quite reach the top of your shorts. Her fingers lingered for a second before she drifted past you to grab a coffee cup from the cabinet. 

The two of you weren’t exactly together, but you might as well have been. The whole team knew were you Wanda’s and Wanda was yours. Not like the two of you were exactly the best at hiding it anyway. The subtle, lingering touches that were more than just friendly, the way one of you would smile and get a little sparkle in your eyes when the other would enter the room, the gentle way you spoke to each other. It wasn’t just that either, they saw the morning when the two of you would enter the common room together, sleep and the night's activities still evident in your eyes. The touches were more needy and frequent on those occasions, clearly trying to hold onto the intimacy the two of you shared. 

“Morning, Wands” your hands seeking the warmth of her fuzzy pajamas shorts. Wanda set her now full coffee mug down on the counter, her hands settling on each of your cheeks. The mug seemed to have warmed her hands up, and you leaned into it. It was early enough that Steve and Natasha were still out on their morning run, and everyone else was yet to stir. You were thankful for that, you wanted this time with Wanda before she left for a few days on a mission.  

“Wands, it’s cold” you whined into her arm as a shiver ran through you. 

“Well maybe if you weren’t in such a hurry to leave bed this morning, then maybe I could still be keeping you nice and warm” you groaned softly at the thought of Wanda’s bed with her borderline hoarder amount of fluffy blankets that swallowed you up when you spent time there. A smile filtered onto your face, Wanda’s bed was always so warm and it smelled just like her. You could spend the rest of your life there with her and you would be happy. Wanda’s laughter bubbled up when she realized what was making you all smiley. It was your favorite sound in the whole world, and it warmed your soul. 

“I wanted to make you breakfast before you had to leave” you pouted, and an even bigger smile filled Wanda’s face. You took one look back at your abandoned bowl of Pancake mix and you doubted that they would actually get made. 

“Well aren’t you sweet, baby” Wanda glanced around the room to see if anyone was there, and when she came up empty, she grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up onto the kitchen countertop. What Wanda failed to see was that the spoon was hanging dangerously close to the edge of the pancake mix bowl. Your thigh hit the top of the spoon causing it to flick up, covering your face in the mix. 

A shocked look fell upon Wanda’s face, which very rapidly turned into giggles at what she had done. One look at the grumpy look on your face made her lose it even more. 

“That’s it, Maximoff” you reached from the pancake syrup, before letting a large drop of it fall onto her nose. She screamed in protest, trying to run away from you but it was no use as you locked your legs behind her back, stopping her. 

Wanda knew exactly how to defeat you. Her hands danced across the skin of your stomach, causing you to squeal. Wanda knew you were the most ticklish person ever, and she used that to her advantage. Wanda took her moment the snatch the bottle of syrup from your hand but did not stop her assault. 

The two of you jumped when you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. Steve and Natasha appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, both coated in sweat from their run. 

“Would you two just admit you love each other already? So the rest of us don’t have to watch you being disgusting and insufferable?” Natasha had a mock annoyed look on her face for a second, before she smiled, and pulled Steve down the hall after her. 

 “You taste as sweet as syrup, love” you pecked her nose, licking the syrup off on the way. 

Giggles erupted from you when Wanda’s tongue ran up the side of your cheek taking the pancake mix off.

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Nobody Knows My Heart Like You

JJ Maybank x gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 758

WARNINGS: mentions of a bad home situation, slight mention of abuse, mentions of crying, no dialogue

REQUESTED: {x} by @velvetcloxds, hurt/comfort

SUMMARY: The situation at home is getting worse, so JJ searches for an escape in your arms.

A/N: i love this request so much, all i ever want to do is make him feel safe. gif credits to @masonmaya31

As soon as you heard the knock on the entrance to your house, you knew something was wrong. You could recognise the pattern JJ was banging with, immediately knowing it was him. He never comes over unannounced, yet you haven’t heard from him the whole day, which is what convinced you something was not right in the first place.

Opening the door you’re met with his tired expression, his slouched form, a sadness you haven’t seen in a long time present in his eyes. You know what happened in a second, mostly from the way he’s standing but the cracked lip and the bruise forming on his cheek don't help either. Taking his hand in yours, you allow him to step in, turning around and closing the door with your foot. You pull him into a tight hug, the boy finally letting the sobs shake his body as he completely and utterly breaks down in your arms. All you can do is hold him but sometimes that doesn’t feel like you’re doing enough - your heart breaks a little with every sob that leaves his throat as the man you love most in the world finally lets out the tears he has been probably holding in for quite some time.

You guide him to your bed, lowering yourself on it, sitting down and crisscrossing your legs, the boy laying down on his hip and putting his head on your lap. Your hand immediately finds his hair, the other being pulled down to his lips as he presses a soft, almost delicate kiss to your palm. He has finally calmed down a little, only silent tears now falling down his face. You hate to see him like this, hate the way his father is treating him. If you could give him all the happiness in this world it wouldn’t be enough, no, not for him. Not for the purest soul kissing your hand, not for the broken boy laying on your bed. If you could take it all away you would, no matter the price. Because you see him, you always see the true him even when he tries to hide his honest emotions. You see the way he has hard days, the way his face falls when someone mentions his father. He always plays it out with a joke, a joke so inappropriate when you look at the whole picture but everyone laughs nonetheless. And you hate that. You know it’s always his intention from the moment he says the first words but you hate the way everyone brushes it off so easily. Yet, when you really think about it, there’s no way they could have known - there’s a side to him that only you can see, a side that was only ever shown to you.

And if staying like this makes him feel better, feel safe, you would stay in this position for the rest of your life. Because in the end, you don’t need anyone but him - he’s your whole world, your home. Never have you thought you’d find a love like this, especially not at such a young age yet fate had other plans. He’s yours and you’re his; that’s all you could ever ask for, all you ever wished. To have a person to love, a person you can feel safe with.

And maybe you don’t know it yet, but you’re his home too. A person he can run to when life is too much. A person who knows how to comfort him, how to take care of him at the darkest times. It’s all he could ever ask for too; he never got to experience love when he was little, not even knowing the meaning behind the words before he met you. To say you turned his world upside down would be an understatement - he finally got to know what love feels like, what all the fairytales were talking about. Never has he known a person who would give something and not expect anything in return - not until he met you at least. You gave love but you didn’t expect it in return, no, you were one of the purest souls ever walking the Earth and to this day, he doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.

But you do. You know the two of you were meant for each other, that not another human being will ever understand you like JJ does. And you love that about him, just as much as he does about you.

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𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 10𝑘 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛. 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡. 𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦, 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑜𝑐 𝑠𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝑖 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦

“The usual,” Mammon said settling down at the town’s only saloon. The bar tender slid Mammon’s drink of choice down the counter, straight into his hand.

“Isn’t he so handsome?” A maiden a short distance away fanned herself, “I can’t believe he’s the sheriff.”

“And he’s so cool. I wish I could spend the night with him.” Her male companion said. Mammon smiled, taking a sip. He loved when the townsfolk swooned for him.

Even though he had so many admirers, there was only one person Mammon had his eye on.

Suddenly, the saloon doors were violently opened. Everyone stopped in their tracks, even the man playing the piano on stage. People knew the man that barged in as Beel who looked deeply disturbed. Not far was his friend Levi.

Levi looked even more panicked, “T-There’s trouble!”

“Lucifer kidnapped MC.” Beel cried.

Lucifer was a notorious criminal. MC was the mayor’s child. The person that stole Mammon’s heart.

Without a second thought, he rushed over to Levi and Beel, “Where are they?!”

“Down by the lake! That’s where he’s holding them hostage!”

Mammon walked past them to get to his horse. In a blink of an eye, he mounted his trusty steed, “Giddy up boy!”

He was down at the lake in a blink of an eye. That’s where he saw the situation.

Lucifer had MC tied up, and it looked like he was going to throw them into the water.

“Stop right there!” Mammon yelled, dismounting his trusty steed.

“Ah the sheriff finally arrived.” Lucifer was cocky, not taking him seriously, “Are you here to save this damsel?”

“P-Please help!” MC cried through the tears streaming down their face. They were cowering in the arms of their kidnapper. Seeing them like this tore Mammon’s heart in two.

“Let them go!”

“Not until the mayor gives me the money.” That’s what he was after. Greedy bastard. Always wanting to steal the town’s money. Lucifer said that the money was being wasted on booze and women, which was far from the truth. Stealing the town’s money means no more money for the sheriff. The person protecting the town should be able to live comfortably.

“That’s not gonna happen. You’re going to come with me Lucifer. Now, let them go.”

“Ah you really care for them. You must love them dearly.”

Mammon gritted his teeth at Lucifer’s words. His eyes darted between the villain and MC. He had to take the biggest gamble, “let’s have a duel. If I win, you’re going to go to jail. If you win, you have the right to kill me.”

“No.”

Mammon clicked his tongue. He knew exactly how to get under Lucifer’s skin, “Are you too much of a coward to face me?”

Lucifer growled. Throwing MC to the ground, he walked towards the sheriff.

They both stared each other down, hands hovering over their guns. The tension was thick. A metaphorical tumble weed blew through between the both of them.

The weapons in their holsters were going to decide the fate of both of them.

1,2,3…

Draw! Bang!

Lucifer cried out as his leg started to bleed. Mammon never missed a shot. Ignoring him, Mammon ran over to MC to untie them. Immediately, their arms were thrown around him.

“My hero!” They exclaimed. Mammon could only hold their body closer, really relishing in this moment.

More of the law enforcement arrived to arrest Lucifer.

Back in the town, they celebrated Mammon’s heroism.

“Mammon, my boy! Thank you for saving MC” the mayor exclaimed patting him on the back, “To thank you. MC wants to take your hand in marriage.”

Mammon blushed, shocked at the news. It slowly disappeared as MC’s hands took his, “Thank you for saving me sheriff. Your heroism and bravery are something I look for in a future husband.”

“Well, gosh! I’ll marry you!” Mammon elated.

The townsfolk cheered, now celebrating two occasions. As Mammon leaned down, he could only hear his name being called.

Mammon. Mammon! MAMMON!!

He jumped up, snapping back to reality, waking up. It took him a second to gain his bearings, but he finally came to the realization. It was all a dream.

“You missed most of the movie!” MC scolded, “It was your idea to do movie night.”

“Yeah. Yeah…” He could barely look at them, causing MC to be confused.

“Did you dream something weird while you were asleep?”

He could never tell them. Still, he wished he could always be there to save them from every dangerous situation.

[childe-dni]

Don't Let Go

kaeya x reader

word count: 758

warnings: implied nightmare

a/n; I've once again used kaeya to try a different writing style but I quite like how this turned out

Kaeya Alberich was always an enigma to you. He was a Knight who showed little to no enthusiasm about his actual work, usually opting to slack off and procrastinate on all his duties, yet somehow he was a captain with one of the best track records. Nearly every mission led by him would end in success, and he always had a myriad of ways to solve cases that not even the acting grand master herself could get a grasp on.

You didn’t quite understand it at first but as the two of you grew closer you quickly put the pieces together. While Kaeya himself is quite a complex man, the answer to your questions is rather simple; his carefree attitude is mostly a product of his persona, the version of himself he shows to people as a way of obscuring the real him, both his true strengths and his weaknesses. He’s simply just a person who no one truly knows, no matter how well they think they do.

The way he presents himself, the person he allows others to see is blithe, one may even say lazy, but strong and intelligent nonetheless. Yet they do not see the unrelenting tempest that rages within him, one that he himself hides from, concealing himself in the shadows cast by the light he has convinced himself his guise radiates. It’s nothing new to him anyway – since his days outside of Mondstadt (which shall not be spoken of) to his time in the Winery alongside the golden child, Diluc, up to now with his work as an honourable knight that has somehow led to him having connections with all kinds of questionable people – the shadows are all he's ever known.

And, as the person closest to Kaeya, the only one to see him for what he truly is, you just can't help but wonder, do the shadows not get lonely? Does the darkness not get scary?

You find the answer to these questions when, through your sleep, you hear soft whimpers and something periodically twitching beside you. This all comes to a halt and rips you from your sleep once and for all when the man next to you jolts upwards, form shaking and breathing laboured as he does so.

Though the room is dark you can still see the galaxies in his now two revealed eyes glistening with terror, those stars you once adored so much leaving nothing but supernovae in their wake. His usually smug, carefree countenance is now contorted with fear and anxiety as he attempts to choke back the sobs threatening to tear through his throat, and you can't help but feel guilty about the sudden sinking feeling in your chest. If just seeing him like this is enough to make your heart heavy and eyes burn, you can't imagine the turmoil that the man you love the most must be experiencing. Something about seeing a person who everyone views as carefree and put together so broken like this is gut wrenching and you feel helpless in his case.

But you know you have to do something, anything to save him from drowning in this seemingly endless ocean of apprehension. So you do all you can in this moment – you gently lay a hand on top of his quivering one, causing him to startle at your touch and snatch his hand away before realising it’s just you.

Voice trembling, he croaks out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Kaeya cuts himself off, mind so restless that he’s at a loss for words. In an attempt to recollect himself, he sighs before speaking again. “Did I wake you, love? My apologies, I’m fine, go back to sleep-”

He’s interrupted again when he feels an arm meander around his torso, gradually drawing him closer to you while the other moves to cradle his head. Though you can feel Kaeya’s mouth open to say something, no noise escapes his lips. Instead, he just releases a shaky breath against your chest as he tries to allow himself to melt into you.

“You don’t have to hide from me, you know,” you softly murmur into his hair. “I know you’re not fine, and that’s okay. You’re not alone anymore.”

After a long silence, Kaeya finally mutters, “Don’t let go. Please.”

Though he only whispered those four words, you could hear the crack in his voice. And from there, you reassure him that letting go wasn’t even a thought in your mind - you had never considered it and never dreamed of doing so either.

[writing-hazard]

The Place Beyond The Sky (Chapter 2)

Masterlist

Words: 758

Warnings: implied angst

Pairing: Haldir x OC

When a strange human speaking a foreign tongue appears outside Imladris one day, it changes the fate of Arda forever. More than that, it changes the fate of Haldir, who finds his path hopelessly intertwined with hers.

It took me way too long to figure out which one of the things was referencing outer space :,)

WHEN HALDIR NEXT SEES ARIA, SHE’S WATCHING A BIRD. A thrush, to be precise— it seems nearly oblivious to her presence, content to hop around and enjoy itself. She, in turn, is content to sit there and observe, wonder in her eyes.

She looks kind of pretty, sitting there and staring at the bird like she’s never seen one before. She makes the most vivid faces; as though she never learned to temper her expression.

“I love birds,” she hums quietly, evidently having noticed Haldir’s arrival without his knowledge. “Trees and elk and flowers are wonderful, but I think birds are my favorite so far.”

“You say this as though you’ve never seen these things before,” he notes, with some amusement. She doesn’t look at him.

“I suppose I have seen trees before,” she admits, “but they were never alive like these. The creatures, on the other hand— those I have never seen.” He’s taken aback by this knowledge.

“No creatures,” he echoes. “Dead trees. Then, what have you seen?” She considers that for a long moment.

“Metal, flames, ash,” she sighs, “and sometimes stone. Mostly metal. I’ve seen more metal in my lifetime than I should ever want to.” Every time she speaks about her homeland, it gets worse. Did she grow up in a mine? Was she raised by dwarves?

“Have you seen the gardens of Caras Galadhon yet?” he prompts, hoping to get more of a chance to talk to her. She perks up, looking at him with interest. The movement drives the thrush to fly away.

“I haven’t,” she replies, though her eyes sparkle with excitement. “Would you mind showing me where they are?” He smiles a little at her obvious delight.

“It would be my pleasure, Lady Aria,” he replies lightly, holding out his arm for her to take. She rises to follow, but doesn’t take his arm, instead glancing at it with some confusion.

“I keep seeing people do that,” she confesses, “but I’m not certain what for.” He blinks at her, thrown entirely off.

“I’m offering you my arm,” he explains slowly, remembering again his instructions about her questions. “If you take it, I can lead you more easily.” She nods slowly, still obviously confused.

“Okay,” she agrees. “How do I do that?” He hesitates, half-tempted to drop his arm and forget the whole thing.

“Well, you— you put your arm through mine,” he states. Suddenly, explaining it out loud, it feels embarrassing and maybe a little personal. He drops his arm quickly. “Perhaps it would be better just to follow me.” She nods, looking a little embarrassed about it.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes, “we don’t really… do that, where I’m from. Just touch each other, I suppose? It’s a difficult thing for me to understand.” A society with even less physical contact than the elves— it’s not ludicrous, but it certainly rules out the dwarves.

“Where are you from, originally?” he wonders, finally voicing the question that’s been eating away at him. She hesitates.

“My Westron isn’t the best,” she sighs, apologetically. “What do you call the place beyond the sky?”

He has no answer for that, and so they fall into silence instead.

***

“Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel,” Haldir bows respectfully in greeting. Galadriel is watching him knowingly.

“What is it, Marchwarden? Has an issue come up that needs to be brought to my attention?” Celeborn prompts. Haldir shakes his head, feeling a little embarrassed already.

“No, my lord,” he denies. “It is about your guest, Lady Aria— she claims to hail from a land among the stars.” Galadriel nods.

“It is the truth, Marchwarden,” she confirms. “Aria is not of Arda; she fell from the sky onto Lord Elrond’s lands, just over a year ago.” He stands stunned for a long moment, bewildered.

“But… she is human,” he persists. “No human can live in Ekkaia.” It only took him two hours of reading to recall that name, though it is Quenya, rather than Westron. Galadriel watches for a moment.

“She is human,” she agrees, “and she does hail from Ekkaia, though I believe these questions would be better posed to Aria herself.” He flushes ever so slightly, feeling thoroughly chastised.

“Is this not… cause for concern?” he wonders, suddenly immensely out of his depth.

“It is not,” Celeborn confirms. “Galadriel has seen that Aria is no threat to us.” Haldir hesitates, but nods stiffly.

“As you say, my lord,” he agrees. If Lord Celeborn says there is no threat, then there is no threat.

Even if it worries him.

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