#pt3 might be soon hopefully

[little-lazynasia]

Ps: (Instead of me writing elvish since I need to find a translator, just using • to mark where the elvish words are supposed to be) •

Lotr/ Hobbit X Black reader Part 2

“Ah, Lindir.” Gandalf spoke to Lindir with a small smile with mirth.

•”We heard you had crossed into the Valley.”• Lindir spoke as he descended the steps with his hands behind his back as he mostly focused his attention on Gandalf.

Gandalf walked over to him halfway close to face to face. “I must speak with Lord Elrond.” He asked him with a hint of seriousness in his voice before he heard another voice as another pair of footsteps descended the stairs. He looked up to who the voice belonged to as he listened.

“My Lord Elrond is not here.” You spoke as you descended the stairs with your words carrying along with the wind that blew through your hair some before standing alongside Lindir as you nodded towards Gandalf as a greeting. “Not here? Where is he?” Gandalf asked as he looked towards you and Lindir giving you a small smile which you returned.

The Dwarves looked towards you and Lindir weary as they looked to him before a few glances towards you, some looked curious while a few looked amazed or surprised.

Thorin looked weary yet curious as to what or who you were, especially since you lived with the elves of Rivendell, in his eyes the enemy. Dealing shared the same thought but even he couldn’t deny your beauty was something.

Kili, Fili were however looking no towards you curious yet in awe. You looked very different from the women they would see along their journey’s with their uncle. Others had fair skin, and long straight hair but you….you looked the opposite and they couldn’t help but admired your sun kissed skin that looks to hold the many gems of the earth, your hair that was curly and thick but seemed to defy gravity, you very own eyes and features could pull them deeper in, as the one ring did to its wearers.

Nori was giving you an intrigued yet optimistic look as his mouth was slightly agape at your looks. Balin closed the youngin’s mouth as he looked toward you respectfully and with some intrigue as you were a rarity among the people in Rivendell.

Bombur and Bifur were giving you sweet intrigued looks with a small smile. They looked alert as the others were but you didn’t appear to be an elf, but if you were, then you were very much otherworldly to them since your presence was like any other unmatched as well as your beauty.

Bilbo had to move around a little to try and catch a glimpse of you but was blocked slightly by the Dwarves. Before he could get the opportunity to catch a glimpse of you, You all heard the elven war party horn as the Dwarves turned towards the sound looking on guard as the war party rode in circling around them….

Should I continue or do a specific scene for a quick one shot? Should you be an elf or human? You decide or I might choose.

P1 below

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Things Always Go Wrong Pt3

Pt1 Pt2 Pt4 Pt5

Gotham was truly testing her abilities. Usually she could vibe check the building and be good but the vibes of Gotham were rancid everywhere she went. Every building and street had some varying level of unsafe and she could feel Danny slowing behind her. He wasn't going to stay on his feet for much longer. Thankfully there were plenty of alleys they could probably hide in and even though it was already midmorning the thick smog on the city made it look like the dawn had only just broken. The alleys were still dark and as soon as she paused at the back of the alley she felt Danny collapse into her. His breathing was ragged and he was slick with sweat. She tried vibrating her core at him and the response she got was uncoordinated and harsh. It was as if two things were trying to respond to her, attempting to drown each other out.

“Shit.” she said. Jazz would be mad for her language, you know, if she didn't kill her for killing her brother. 

“Found you, wretch.” A voice said and Dani shot up into a fighting stance. The entrance of the alley was blocked by five people, all dress head to toe in white and aiming several weapons at them. They were all men and significantly bigger than her. That would be fine in her ghost form but transforming in front of them was risky.

Danny groaned from the cold alley floor and Dani grimaced. She growled, inhumane and low, and punched her palm as she went ghost. Showing her transformation was a small price to pay to protect Danny and they probably had her, or Danny’s, ecto-signature if they had managed to follow them cross state lines so accurately. 

Their weapons hummed as they charged and Dani caught a glimpse of color above them. Praying she had seen right she took in a breath and shouted her words.

“I am the princess of the Infinite Realms. Any harm that comes to me is a direct attack on the entire dimension of the Infinite Realms and cause for a war between our worlds!” Internally she cringed at her words but she prayed they had the right effect. 

“Ha! Like you could fool us, you manipulative ecto-sum! You’re coming with us. If you're lucky you might even make it in one piece” The leader, she assumed as he was standing at the front of the group, said. She tensed in case her gamble went south and prepared for something to hit her. 

Thankfully she didn't feel anything and a yellow hero came crashing down on the agents with a ferocity she wasn't expecting. He used what she thought were escrima sticks but they were connected together with a long wire and looked modified. He downed the panicked agents in seconds and turned to Dani. Unconscious agents littered around him.

His sudden movements made her drop into a defensive stance and he froze. Gently putting away his weapons as he raised his hands to show he meant no harm.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just trying to help.” The man paused as he looked over the two disheveled siblings. The white haired girl was glaring at him but looked more wary than aggressive and the dark haired boy on the floor looked incredibly ill. “Would it be ok if I helped you? I can call some friends and we can get you to a safe space.”

Dani stared the man down. He could fight, and right now she wasn't confident she could take him. Not while protecting a very incapacitated Danny. He had a black bat symbol on his chest which was good but also bad. Good because Batman was a hero and helped those in need. Bad because Batman was famous for not liking metas and while she and Danny weren’t metas she doubted Batman would care enough to make the distinction. Hopefully if she played up the royalty bit she could get maybe some leeway.

“Ok, bumblebee, but I want you to promise you wont hurt me or my… ambassador,” Danny was going to be so mad when he woke up, “or I will bring the entire Infinite Realms down on this world.” She did her best to sound threatening and maybe using some energy to make herself scarier but she wouldn't admit it.

“Of course, your… highness?” Bumblebee asked. Dani frowned, she didn't like ‘your highness’ but she couldn't give her actual name…

“You can call me… Elle.” She felt her insides crumple up at how cringey that name felt and she was very glad Danny was out cold for this conversation. The bumblebee hero nodded and said something into what she assumed was an earpiece. After a few minutes of discussion he went quiet and began watching the roofs. Dani floated off the ground slightly, trying to see what he was looking for. She didn't notice the surprise that flitted across his face at her show of power or the silent black hero who landed gracefully beside Bumblebee. 

“Hey Black Bat. Can you help me gather these guys up? Batman should be en route but might take a minute to get here.” Bumblebee said. Dani whipped around to see the new hero, black bat apparently, silently working her way through the knocked out GIW.

“Batman is coming?” Dani asked, anxiety making her fidget with her hands. That wasn't good. She couldn't pretend to be a princess around him, he could practically smell lies, or fear, and maybe she could be the princess of the Infinite Realms but she wasn't officially! Not yet at least. And Danny definitely wasn't her ambassador. Shit, maybe if she played up with the sad little girl image? Batman was known to take pity on kids… or was that one of his allies. She should’ve listened in on the conversation the bumblebee had had earlier, maybe she would have had something to work with then.

Black bat and bumblebee worked together to tie up the GIW and leave them in an easily accessible spot for when the police came around. Black bat touched bumblebees bicep and he looked up to see the scary shadow of Batman looming over the alley. Dani notices him too and landed in front of Danny, spreading her arms to block him from Batman's view as he landed beside the other heroes.

“Report.” Was all he said as he looked over the scene. His gaze lingered on the unconscious boy and Dani had to resist growling at him, in case that ruined her case for receiving help. Bumblebee took a breath and nodded.

“I found these two as they were about to be attacked by a group of people,” he gestured to the tied up men in white, “it looked like meta trafficking and I stepped in. Elle,” he gave a smile to Dani who cringed internally, “gave the men fair warning about their attack being against royalty and at risk of ruining dimensional relations, they refused to back off.”

Batman responded with a noncommittal ‘hn’ and narrowed his eyes at Dani who prickled under the gaze.

“For the record,” Bumblebee added, a little hesitant, “I believe her.”

Batman nodded and took a step closer to Dani and this time she did growl. The man stopped and regarded her. She glared back. He wasnt coming near her or Danny. Not in his state.

“Would you like to come with us?” Was all batman said. Stern and quiet. Dani didn't move, she looked over Batman’s unmoving face and then back at the bumblebee and black bat. The bumblebee hero looked worried but more for Batman than Dani and the black bat seemed relaxed as she watched.

“Where are you going to take us?” Dani asked. Batman frowned slightly and Dani worried he would just try and grab them. 

“A place where we can keep you safe and confirm your royal status,” he said. Dani didn't really like the sound of that but she could feel Danny getting worse and she was running out of time to make a decision. When he chose that exact moment to let out a pained groan Dani almost smacked him. Batman’s frown deepened and Dani felt her throat bob.

“We might even be able to help your friend.” He offered.

“My ambassador,” She corrected, if she was gonna sell this she had to go all out, “And I don't want you to lay a hand on him.”

Batman gave her the slightest, stiffest nod she had ever seen and she relaxed. Batman nodded to the other heroes and black bat vanished, bumblebee paused before leaving himself. Dani felt her anxiety come back threefold at being left alone with the big bad bat but in a few seconds a fancy black bat shaped car skidded to a halt outside the alley. In the passenger seat was the familiar bumblebee, he grinned and waved at them. Batman stared at him in what Dani thought could be disapproval but said nothing. The doors to the suped up car popped open and bumblebee stepped out.

“You can get in the back seat. Do you need help with your ambassador?” He said as he stepped back into the alley. Dani shook her head and Batman made a grumbling sound.

“Signal.” he said. Bumblebee, signal apparently, shrugged and continued towards Dani until she stiffened.

“I just wanted them to have a familiar face so the journey wasn't too stressful. Black bat and Spoiler are covering me while I stick with them.” He said, smiling at Batman and then turning back to Dani. He moved to help her pick Danny up but she shook her head at him and he stepped back. Batman made another ‘hn’ sound before retreating to the driver seat of the car. 

Dani moved Danny around and picked him up by throwing him over her shoulder. He wasn't heavy but he was bigger than her and it made him difficult to carry. Signal, she preferred bumblebee, hovered around her but was careful not to touch Danny as she carried him to the car. They managed to get Danny securely in the back seat of the batcar and Dani slid in next to him. He looked worse. Maybe moving him wasn't the smartest idea but Dani didn't know what else to do. If the GIW had their ecto-signature there wasn't a safe place to hide. Maybe Batman would be able to protect them but it would only last so long. She pushed aside her fears and gripped Danny’s too warm hand. The scenery went passed too quickly for her to see and the drive was silent. She was starting to hate road trips.

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This is short but the next one is gonna be LONG I got distracted anyway I love that people are enjoying this, i like writing it :)

[hotch33tos22]

Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt2

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌙Scenario/🌟smut coming soon)

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

Toga and Dabi glanced at each other, taking a notice in the weary and almost resigned look on your face. They were both slightly taken aback by your appearance, realizing just how exhausted and drained you truly looked.

"Damn..." Dabi muttered, looking at you with a mixture of concern and realization.

Toga's expression mirrored his, her playful smile replaced with sympathy.

"You look like you haven't slept in days," she observed quietly.

You chuckled at their reaction,

"yeah it so difficult when he wants me when he's up because he always fucking needs something"

Tomura continued to listen from his hiding spot, his annoyance somewhat subsided as he heard your explanation. He was starting to grasp just how much he had been relying on you and how much of a burden he had placed on you.

Dabi and Toga exchanged knowing looks, both quietly nodding in agreement at your words.

Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.

"Yeah, that does sound like the boss," he begrudgingly admitted.

"But whatever, hopefully they find a new babysitter soon" you replied as you put your hands together praying "Pleaseplease"

Toga and Dabi both chuckled at your prayer to be relieved of your duties, appreciating your candidness.

Dabi, his smirk returning briefly, decided to add his own two cents.

"Oh, I'm sure AFO will find someone to take your place soon enough," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The boss might be a pain, but he's damn good at getting what he wants."

Tomura continued to listen, his hands clenched into fists, clearly not enjoying the implication that you could be easily replaced. He was a mix of annoyed and strangely possessive, not wanting you to be taken away from him.

Dabi and Toga were still chatting, unaware of the eavesdropper nearby.

Toga leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.

"Yeah, the boss can be quite stubborn when he doesn't get what he wants," she said, a hint of playful mockery in her tone.

"He'd be better off with someone that can handle him" you say sheepishly. Dabi took another drag from his cigarette, a small smirk on his face.

"Ah, don't sell yourself short," he replied, exhaling smoke. "You've kept the boss in check pretty damn well so far."

Toga nodded in agreement, grinning at your comment.

"Yeah, the boss may seem like too much to handle, but you've done a pretty good job dealing with his mood swings."

"Only because l've adapted horribly" you cry clinging onto toga

Toga's smile widened at your gesture of clinging to her, and she gently patted your back in a comforting manner.

Dabi chuckled lightly at your admission, blowing more smoke from his cigarette.

"Hey, sometimes you gotta adapt to survive," he quipped. "And it looks like you've done a fine job of it so far."

Tomura watched silently from his hiding spot, his expression becoming more contemplative as he overheard your conversation with Dabi and Toga. He was taken aback by your vulnerability and the way you clutched onto Toga, not used to seeing such a side of you. He found it both strange and strangely intriguing, his thoughts racing with conflicting emotions.

"Oh toga please replace me" Toga giggled at your plea, finding your desperation amusing but also sympathetic.

"Aw, come on," she replied with a smirk,

"don't you think the boss would feel lost without his favorite babysitter?"

Dabi chuckled at your plea, finding it rather endearing.

"Hah! Yeah, I don't think the boss would be too happy about losing you just yet," he added, his smirk still in place.

"Hell no. He just asked me why I was annoyed and practically said he didn't give a shit!" You told them. Both Dabi and Toga looked slightly taken aback by your revelation. Dabi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his smirk faltering for a moment.

"He didn't give a damn, huh?"

Toga's playful expression shifted to one of mild concern, her smile replaced with a small frown. 'Wait, he actually said that to you?"

"Eh something like that, but whatever ..." you mumble in togas arm

Toga chuckled at your mumbling, finding you strangely endearing. She patted your head gently, offering a small comfort. Dabi exhaled a sigh, rolling his eyes at the news you've revealed.

"Typical boss mentality, eh? Never thinks about how his words or actions affect others."

"Well he is the great and powerful villain future ruler of this shitty world... " you say

Dabi let out a derisive snort at your sarcasm, a smirk forming on his face.

"Mmm, yeah, the 'great and powerful' dictator-to-be... Always so full of himself, huh?"

Toga giggled at Dabi's comment, her playful smile returning.

"Oh, yeah, can't forget about his big ambitions to rule the world," she added, her voice filled with mild mockery.

Tomura was listening intently from his hiding spot, his expression darkening with annoyance and frustration at Dabi's and Toga's sarcasm and mockery. He clenched his fists, feeling the rising tide of anger bubbling within him. He found himself struggling to hold himself back from reacting to their comments. As the conversation between Dabi, Toga, and yourself continued, Tomura's irritation only grew.

He tried his best to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He clenched his fists tighter, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he wanted to confront you, Dabi, and Toga, to defend himself against their teasing. But on the other hand, he felt a sense of shame and embarrassment at the idea of being caught eavesdropping and revealing the depth of his feelings.

After quietly returning to his room, Tomura called out for you in a commanding tone, his voice echoing through the building.

"Hey! I need you in my room!" he called out, his voice brimming with authority and frustration.

You sigh in frustration

"that's my cue" you signaled to toga and dabi as you left to see the mighty shigaraki

Toga and Dabi watched as you left to answer Tomura's summons, seeing the mix of frustration and resignation on your face.

Toga let out a giggle, a smirk on her face.

"Good luck with the boss," she teased, clearly enjoying the show. Dabi chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Better not keep him waiting too, or he might throw a tantrum," he added with a smirk.

You arrived I front of his door knocking slowly as you waited to be let in. After a few moments, you heard a brusque voice from behind the door.

"Come in."

Tomura's voice was taut and tinged with a tone of impatience, clearly not in the best of moods.

You went inside as you closed the door behind you

"you called for me sir?" You wuestionsd

Tomura was sitting on his bed, his expression dark and his arms crossed.

He glanced up at you as you entered the room, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, I did," he replied curtly, his voice cold. "Sit. We need to talk."

"U-um I think l'll just stand" you stutter out taking you by surprise

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed, his annoyance at your response evident. He was clearly expecting you to follow his command, yet here you were defying him. He let out a scoff, his eyes locking with yours.

"I said sit," he repeated, his voice even more stern and authoritative this time.

There was an edge to his tone, a warning sign that he wasn't in the mood for disobedience.

Not wanting him to get even madder you di as you were told.

Tomura watched as you hesitantly sat down, a small sense of satisfaction crossing his face as he saw you obeying his command. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That's better," he said, his voice still hard but slightly calmer now.

"Now tell me, why were you talking with Dabi and Toga earlier?"

Shit. He knew... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck that's the only thing that repeated in your mind,

"nothing s-sir" you said quickly after

Tomura's eyes narrowed as he heard your response, clearly not buying it. He let out a scoff, his irritation rising again.

"Bullshit," he spat out, his tone sharp and accusing.

"I heard you talking, so don't try to lie to me."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto you intently.

"What were you all saying? Don't hold anything back."

"Nothing" you awkwardly laughed as you moving away from him a little.

Tomura's irritation flared, and he noticed your attempt to move away from him. He leaned closer, his eyes darkening with annoyance.

"Tch. Don't play coy with me," he snarled.

"I know you were talking about me, so spill it. I want to know what you all said."

His tone was firm, and he was clearly determined to get the truth out of you.

"I said nothing." You replied to his eager self

Tomura's patience was wearing thin, and your repeated refusals to tell the truth only fueled his irritation further.

"Damn it, I know you're lying," he hissed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

"Don't make me ask again. What were you all talking about?"

He leaned closer still, his eyes burning into yours. His tone was no longer just demanding; now, it held a thinly veiled threat.

"Nothing." You repeat

Tomura's annoyance grew exponentially, and he clenched his fists tightly in trustration.

"God damn it," he cursed under his breath. "You're really testing my patience here."

He took a deep breath to regain his composure before leaning back slightly, his gaze still fixed on you.

"You're seriously going to make me force it out of you, aren't you?"

And with that you spilled "i-just about you..." you mumbled underneath your breath in anger looking away

Tomura cocked an eyebrow as you finally relented and admitted that you were talking about him. He let out a scoff, his lips curled into a smirk.

"That's more like it," he retorted, clearly satisfied with finally getting a truthful answer from you. "Took you long enough."

He leaned back against the wall again, his eyes fixed on your face.

"And what exactly did you tell Dabi and Toga about me?"

"That's you annoying." You told him straight forward

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed at your response, his annoyance increasing further. He had expected something more along the lines of criticism or praise but being told bluntly that he was annoying was clearly not to his liking.

"Annoying, huh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a cold tone. "You have some nerve calling me annoying when you're the one stuck babysitting me all the time."

"Don't worry I'm leaving soon." You reply with a smirk, “leaving soon” those words repeated in your head

Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your mention of leaving soon, surprise flickering across his features. He wasn't expecting you to drop such a bombshell so casually, and the idea of you leaving obviously threw him off.

He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening again.

"What do you mean, you're leaving soon?" he asked, his tone a mix of caution and irritation.

"I plant to ask AFO to replace me."

Tomura's eyes immediately narrowed at your declaration, the mention of you asking All For One to replace you clearly hitting a nerve.

"You think you can just ask him to replace you?" he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. "You think it's that easy?"

His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You can't just leave. You're not going anywhere."

"Yes it is that easy the only reason I took this job was because he insisted." You mumbled

Tomura was taken aback by your revelation, his anger giving way to surprise. He took a moment to process your words, his expression growing darker.

"Wait...you only accepted this job because All For One insisted?" he repeated, his voice low and gruff. "And you never wanted this in the first place?..”

"If I knew you'd be like this then I wouldn't have taken it" you replied harshly

Tomura's expression darkened further, your harsh words clearly hitting a nerve.

He clenched his fists, his body tensing with frustration and annoyance.

"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?" he retorted, his voice filled with barely restrained anger. "You're the one who agreed to be my goddamn babysitter. You knew what you were getting into."

"I never knew l'd get involved with a bratty person like you!"

Tomura's anger flared, his eyes narrowing with annoyance at your accusation. He stepped closer, his expression growing darker.

"Bratty? You're calling me bratty?" he repeated, his voice cold and sharp.

"You're the one who agreed to take on this job, knowing what I'm like. You didn't have to accept it, but you did. And now you're whining about it?” He scoffed

"Like I said I didn't know you were this demanding." You spat out as you stood up you weren’t going to take any of his bullshit anymore, he soon stood up after you.

Tomuras irritation growing stronger with each passing moment. He took A step closer to you, closing the distance between you both.

"Demanding?" he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "You're the one who keeps defying me, ignoring my orders and treating me like a goddamn burden."

He clenched his fists tighter, his body tense with frustration. "You think I like being stuck with someone like you who can't even follow simple instructions?"

"That's exactly why l'm leaving since you don't like it"

Tomura's irritation flared even further as you stepped back from him, his expression growing darker. He took another step forward, his patience wearing thin.

"You're not leaving." his voice was firm and brooking no argument, his tone harsh and final. "You agreed to be my babysitter, and you're going to goddamn well finish the job."

"I don't take orders from you. And who says I'm not leaving?!" You shout.

Tomura's eyes widened at your outburst, your defiance and raised voice clearly taking him aback for a moment.

However, his shock quickly turned into anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, his irritation reaching an all-time high.

"God damn it," he growled through gritted teeth. "You really are infuriating. I'm the one who gives the orders around here, and you're damn well going to obey them!"

"no, you don't! You aren't my boss."

Tomura's eyes narrowed further, his irritation shifting into something more akin to a snarl. He closed the distance between you and him in one swift step, towering over you with sheer presence.

"What do you mean I'm not your boss?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I'm the one you're supposed to be babysitting, remember? If I say you aren't leaving, you damn well aren't going anywhere."

"AFO is My BOSS not YOU!" You screamed at him he was getting deep in your head Tomura visibly flinched at your screamed statement. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization that you were drawing a distinction between him and All For One. He took a step back, his anger briefly giving way to surprise.

"Hmph. So that's what you think, huh?" he said, his voice growing cold. "You think I'm just some puppet of All For One? You think he's the one pulling the strings here?"

"I don't know about you but I only listen to him I couldn't care less about you" you spat out with anger , shit you fucked up.

Tomura's expression darkened rapidly, his previous surprise replaced by an intense, burning anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his entire body tensing with resentment.

"You..don't care about me, huh?" he repeated, his voice dripping with anger and frustration. "You think I'm just some disposable pawn, huh? Just some little puppet for All For One to control?"

"W-what?!" You exclaimed In confusion you didn’t mean what you said but were were fed up, you didn’t know what you were saying.

Tomura's angry expression momentarily gave way to confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took a moment to process your exclamation, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your bewildered reaction.

Pt3 here <3

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[arleniansdoodles]

Hey! it's me again, I just wanted to show you a scene from my story- it's basically Snotra and Laufey (Hel), trying to find a way to travel between realms, without using the mystical gateways, so their parents can't find out (Trust me, you don't want to see Snotra and Laufey's parents angry, especially Mimir and Atreus) and for that they need the help of a certain blackbird.

(pt2) Snotra: Although your plan might work and I say "might", there's just one small and insignificant detail- We can't use the mystical gates, it'll be the first place our parents will find us.

Snotra was right, although this could take time, the portals would be the first place they would look for them, but as soon as she hears the sound of a bird fluttering, she immediately has an idea.

Laufey: What if...we use another method?

Snotra is soon curious.

Snotra: And what method would that be?

Laufey: Huginn.

(pt3) Snotra is soon extremely surprised.

Snotra: Odin's raven?

Laufey: My father said he used to stay at Hoddmimir's Holt, if we took that shortcut we'd be there before sundown.

Snotra: And you want me to help you find a filthy and Jackass bird?!

Laufey: What did ravens ever did to you?

Snotra then looks seriously at Laufey with her arms crossed.

Snotra: You know what they did.

(pt4) Laufey: Look I know I'm asking a lot, but maybe this is the only chance we have to find the pieces of Uncle Brok's soul, you know how our family feels about that... I know I sometimes do things without think, but please... For Uncle Brok.

Snotra: "Sigh" Okay. By Uncle Brok.

And so, mounting Helheest, they set off towards Hoddmimir's Hollt. Not inowing Simone was following then.

A certain dwarf.

Aww thanks for sharing, anon! I have no doubt that Hel and Snotra's parents will be mad once they find out XDDD But in the meantime, it sounds like they're off on the start of their adventure! I wish them a (hopefully) safe journey to the Holt :D And using Huginn to bypass the Mystic Gateways is a pretty good idea! I don't think I would've thought of that loll ^^;;

[the-flaneur]

lights, camera...cook? (mv1) | pt3

pairing: max verstappen x east asian twitch chef!reader [smau]

summary: max does not know how to cook. luckily, his next-door neighbour and resident internet chef might be able to help him out of his pickle. quite literally.

warnings: none (i think)

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landonorris mate you let yourself be in that pic like that...

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user10 I WOULD BARK FOR YOU YOURNAME, QUEEN PLS HMU 😔

user11 yourname pls address the pickle incident otherwise i will call the FBI (pretty please) 🙏🙏

charles_leclerc hope leo, apollo and artemis can all meet up soon too! ❤️

user12 bro does not know the power of the combined orange + black cat attitude user13 they're gonna terrorise him more than leo atp... chef_yourname i'll let you and alex know soon! 😏 user14 she knows whats up 💀

user15 dude i need them to get together asap, like i wil start manifesting this shit NOW

user16 max-y/n truthers ariseeeeeee 💪

user17 cant wait for the dinner pics! 📸

user18 hopefully we'll see her at the dinner with the drivers, since she's already met charles and lando 🤩🤩

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hi ILML writing blog <3 ~16k into pt3! i do actually really want to finish it by the end of this weekend for real. i am absolutely itching to share it but i am going full perfectionist mode on it… it is possible that i finish it soon as planned but also i might not <3 i have two scenes to finish, one scene to write, and everything after that SHOULD (HOPEFULLY..) be very easy to get out of me. it will Not be for the faint of heart tho. it has hurt me and my head and my soul soooo much to write. that’s what u get when ur dealing with an evil lawyer tho. once it’s all done lovesick will be complete <3 then i plan on writing some happy happy happy fluff love love so happy stuff <3 because you and i both will need it after this. ehehe i love you! i love writing!

[bell4lan]

Temptation pt3 (😱😱)

The finale hopefully because I'm starting to run out of ideas for this series

Genre: Fluff, some smut, slight angst

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, trans and mlm/nblm fetishizers

CW: fingering, feminine words used for privates (clit and pussy used once), not a warning but reader is called baby boy

Character(s)/Reader: Childe and Trans Male Reader, slight Zhongli, mentions of Thoma

It had been almost 2 years since your big fight with Zhongli and you hadn't returned to Liyue since. You moved to Inazuma shortly after and continued your adventurer work there. You even picked up a side hobby, cooking. It was taught by Thoma, a housekeeper for the Kamisato clan. He was an excellent teacher and quickly became one of your best friends.

About 6 months into your life in Inazuma, Childe arrived on some fatui buisness. It was incredibly awkward to say the least. You both tried to just avoid each other, but that proved to be difficult since Inazuma City isn't actually that big. You'd run into him randomly on the streets, in restaurants, even while wandering outside of the city. It felt like you both were being forced to meet each other.

Eventually, you did end up talking to him. It was awkward at first, but you both got past it and ended up finding out you got along well. You and Childe both talked about Zhongli and explained each side, making you both hate him even more. Your mutual hate for Zhongli strengthened your bond.

Childe visited Inazuma more now that he had a friend there. It was fun to hang out with him and chat, you could see why Zhongli dated him. He was cute, but also funny and caring. He was a huge family man and cared deeply about his siblings. You both shared the same sense of humor, so every conversation was entertaining. It was like you both just clicked.

You would be lying if you said you didn't develop a slight crush on him, but you wouldn't tell him that. Something about it just seemed wrong. Liking the man whose boyfriend cheated on him with you. That didn't sound right in the slightest. Though, that didn't stop you from subtly admiring his handsome features, or playfully flirting back when he did. To be honest, his playful flirting sometimes felt too real.

You had spoken to Thoma about your little predicament and he said it sounds like Childe may have a small crush too. You didn't want to believe it not only because of how weird it felt, but also because you didn't want to get your hopes up.

Each time Childe flirted with you, the temptation to tell him about your feelings grew stronger. Your little crush on him turned into a full on like. You liked him, a lot. You couldn't help but get excited whenever he wrote to you saying he was visiting Inazuma, even if it was for a little while. On your lunch meet ups, your heart couldn't help but race whenever he wiped some food off your face.

Eventually the temptation got to be too strong. You told him, and unsurprisingly he returned the feelings. You guys started dating, and it was perfect. Suddenly, Childe was forced to go back to the fatui and do a long job.

Which brings us to the present. You were currently waiting on the docks for Childe's arrival. The harbinger was finally getting some time off meaning you guys could spend a whole 2 weeks together. It might not seem like much, but considering he was a harbinger it was quite a long break.

Soon enough, you saw the ginger man and waved him over. He beamed when he saw you, and ran to you. His strong arms wrapped around you as he held you close to him, his calming scent filling your nose. You relaxed into his arms and smiled, pulling away and kissing his cheek.

"I missed you." You whispered, putting your forehead against his.

"I missed you too." He whispered back, husky voice making you shudder. He noticed it and smiled, capturing your lips in a perfect kiss.

You pulled away speaking softly, "Let's go home." He nodded, and took your hand in his before walking with you to your house.

As soon as you both closed the door, his lips were on yours again. Though this time the kiss was much deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth within seconds. He pushed you against the table making you jump up onto it, lips still connected in the heated kiss.

Childe pulled away, kissing your face before he spoke. "There's actually something I have to confess."

You looked at him with a confused look. "What is it?"

"I'm not supposed to be in Inazuma right now." He mumbled.

"But I thought you were on a break?" Now you were even more confused, where was he supposed to be?

"Not yet. My break is next week, but I couldn't stand being without you any longer. I'm supposed to be in Liyue and was hoping you'd come with and keep me company. We can spend my break there." He explained as he placed his hands on your hips.

"Really? You want me to go with you?" Usually Childe didn't want you around his work, so this was a bit shocking.

"Yes. It's not a dangerous job, so it will be safe for you to be there." You hummed and thought for a moment.

"Okay...sure i'll go to Liyue with you." You spoke slowly, almost unsure. You didn't want to run into Zhongli, but you definitely wanted to be with your boyfriend. Hopefully you guys won't run into him.

"Good, because I already paid for us to take a boat there and it leaves in 45 minutes." He said quickly before kissing your cheek.

"45 minutes?! Childe I have to pack!" You yelped before running into your room to pack. You could hear him laugh as he came to help you.

After you finished packing you both ran down to the docks, just barely making it on time. You both got settled into your shared cabin and noticed it was just you two and a few other people.

"I've never been on a boat this empty." You said as you observed the empty space from the window inside your cabin.

Childe came up behind you. "It's only so empty because it's the last one of the day." His voice startled you, you didn't expect him to be so close. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck softly. You smiled and laughed softly as his lips tickled your neck.

You watched the sunset and sighed, feeling safe in Childe's arms. You felt his hand run down into your pants and under your underwear, teasing your soft sex.

"A-Ajax!" You gasped as you felt his middle finger glide over your clit. He chuckled as you twitched and moved his fingers up and down your slit. Soft whimpers left your mouth as he kept teasing you, eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. His fingers dipped down by your hole, slowly inserting one so he doesn't hurt you. You gasped again and held onto the windowsill.

"Ajax someone could s-see." You whispered brokenly as his finger moved inside you.

"All they can see is your face, it'll be fine as long as you play it cool." He teased as he inserted another finger, your breath hitching at the intrusion. He knew you couldn't play it cool, oh how evil he was. Your mouth fell open as you struggled to stand, his fingers pulling out sweet moans from your lips.

"A-Ajax..." You whimpered as you felt yourself get closer and closer to release and his fingers rammed inside you. He smirked at your voice, putting his lips close to your ear.

"Cum baby boy." He whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. You couldn't stop yourself from releasing all over his fingers and your underwear, pussy twitching as you did. He pulled his fingers out and kissed you deeply before going to wash his hands. You stood still in somewhat disbelief from what happened. You and Childe have had sex yes, but never that spontaneously.

Your soaked underwear started to get uncomfortable, so you bathed and changed. You and Childe both got into bed and cuddled, eventually falling asleep in each others arms.

When you both woke, you were in Liyue. You had forgotten how beautiful the nation was, the beautiful scenery capturing your attention. You both gathered your belongings and checked into the place you'll be staying at. Childe quickly gave you a goodbye kiss and went off to work.

You decided to head off and look around the shops, looking at the new things on sale. You bought a few things for yourself, and some trinkets for Childe. You decided to make dinner reservations for you and Childe at a new fancy restaurant. The food on the menu that was in front of the restaurant sounded delicious, so you'd thought you'd give it a try.

As you walked around, you saw him. The guy you didn't want to see, Zhongli. Luckily you got away before he could see you. You decided that was enough walking around today and headed back to the hotel.

You put both of your belongings in their respected places, and cleaned up the hotel room. Just as you finished up, Childe walked through the door covered in mud and what looked like blood.

"Hi ba- Ajax what happened?!" You said worriedly, rushing over to him to inspect him for injuries.

"I'm fine baby, just some scratches. I'm going to get cleaned up okay?" He pushed off your hands not wanting you to get dirty and made his way to the bathroom. You frowned and got out the first aid kit to clean up his wounds when he was done.

Childe stepped out 20 minutes later, hair messy and towel draped around his waist. You got flustered slightly by his toned and bare chest, but quickly snapped out of it when you saw his cuts.

"Come here Ajax." You gestured to the chair. He walked over and sat down, letting you clean up his wounds.

"You need to be more careful." You mumbled as you placed another bandage on his skin.

"I have been careful." He defended.

"I know how you fight Ajax, you're not careful." You snapped back, sounding a big more rude than intended. He cupped your cheek, making you look at him.

"I'm sorry, i'll be more careful I promise." He whispered apologetically. You kissed his cheek and finished up your work and put the kit away.

Childe dropped his towel so he could get dressed, but you interrupted. "I made reservations for a restaurant in about an hour, so don't get too comfortable." He smiled and nodded.

"Should I get dressed now?" He asked. You nodded and started getting dressed with him.

Once you were finished, Childe placed a hand on your hip and checked you out. "You look so handsome baby." He complimented and kisses your lips. You kissed him back, feeling his hands creep down to your butt. You swatted his hands away and broke the kiss.

"No, we're not going to be late." You scolded playfully. All he did was giggle before placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Can we at least make out until we have to go?" He asked.

You pretended to think before giving him an answer. "Hmmm, fine." He smiled and captured your lips in another kiss.

Sadly, it had to come to an end. You guys had been making out for 45 minutes before you freed yourself from Childe's grasp. You both walked hand in hand towards the restaurant, and checked in.

The waiter placed you two at their window seat that displayed the beautiful mountains of Liyue. You and Childe both looked at the menu, cringing slightly at the expensive prices. You expected it, but the big numbers still amazed you. You both ordered and started talking about how the past month has been since you saw each other.

As you two were speaking, he noticed a familiar face walk into the door. You noticed his staring and looked over, seeing Zhongli at a table with what looked like a business partner. You both quickly turned away and tried to ignore him.

Zhongli looked over and noticed you two together, being romantic and lovey-dovey with each other. His heart shattered as he saw Childe kiss your hand with an adoring look in his eyes as he did it. He looked absolutely in love with you. It had been a while yes, but he still held feelings for Childe. Seeing you be the one receiving his affection was not only shocking, but also heartbreaking. He quickly looked away and focused on his business dinner. You both had moved on, it'd be best for him to do the same.

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This is pretty long but I feel like you guys deserved it for waiting so long. Thank you for being patient! ^^

[smollangrycat]

Ikran, Pt 2

(Avatar: WOW Oc)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

Quick Note - This is the second part of the 3 part series Ikran. Tankyou to everyone who enjoyed reading and left a like it truly made my day 😁

Summary

(Pre Avatar: WOW) When 12 year old Alue’k is told by her parents that they don’t feel she’s ready for her Iknimaya she feels the need to prove them wrong … in a rather stupid way.

Warnings

Slight gore/mention of injury

Slight language

Slight mention of premature birth

If you think anything else needs to be added leave a comment. 

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When Alue’k woke up she was surrounded but her siblings who had wrapped themselves around her. She smiled, she’d have to apologise later. Her parents were on opposite ends of the cuddle pile sleeping soundly … so it was time to put her plan into place. 

She slowly moved Neteyams arm from around her and shimmed her legs out from under Kiri and Lo’ak. Trying as quietly as she possibly could to grab her small dagger and holster it into its place on her side. 

Tonôwa groggily wines and Alue’k desperately shushed him, holding him close as she crept out of their hut.

With a sigh of relief she leaves high camp and makes the same journey as yeasterday to Oo’rah but now she has to go the dangerous way … outstanding.

As she carefully made her way up the rocks of the hallelujah mountains almost sliping a few times. Tonôwa nipped at her ears while he grumbled as if trying to tell her this was a stupid idea and that’s she’s a skxawng.

After a few minutes Alue’k realise she couldn’t make it the rest of the way while carrying Tonôwa so she did the only reasonable thing possible in that situation (no she didn’t drop him). She ripped some of her skirt of and used it as a baby wrap. She had seen her mother do it many times with Tuk as a baby and she never fell so it will probably work with Tonôwa … hopefully.

So Alue’k continued her climb with Tonôwa swaddled to her chest, then she finaly reached the the last rock.  When at the top she saw the slowly spinning floating rock Island, she noticed particularly the long sturdy looking vines that hung below at a level it would be easy to jump for … if your timing was right.

Alue’k steadied herself as Tonôwa whimpered.

Alue’k - Be calm, Tonôwa. I will keep you safe, I promise.

Tonôwa settled down and cuddled into Alue’ks chest and soon enough soft snores could be heard rumbling off of him. Aluek rolled her eyes holding him tight in one arm as she made the leap, grasping tightly to the overgrown vine.

A small sigh left her lips … that she soon regretted as she noticed she was sliding down the vine. In a desperate measure to stop herself from falling she bit into the root holding her place as she readjusted and started to clim.

Once she made her way to the edge she hoisted herself up and over. It was so pretty and … thrilling. To prove to herself what she could do. It was exhilarating.

Next is crossing the roots from one floating island to the other that should be simple enough … probably. Alue’k makes her way across the roots also taking the time to enjoy the colour of the changing sky. It went from a dark blue to a dusty pink but it also makes her conscious of time or more accurately her lack of time.

When she get the the tunnels inside Oo’rah she pauses and  looks around, she thinks about what she’s doing and the danger she’d be in if it went wrong. If her own parents have given up on her what kind of hope can she have for herself. Tears start to form in her eyes again and with those thoughts in mind Alue’k turns around getting ready to go back down the mountain. A disheartened look on her face because now she truly has to accept she’ll never really catch up to the rest of her family.

Her parents were right, she’s not ready. 

Skreee!!

It catches her off guard at first but then she realised what it was … it was an Ikran! She looks at herself in the reflection of the water pool that threw its water of the mountains edge with great strength and force. Damit, she might not like water but if she couldn’t learn from it! She smiled. Alue’k Sullys no quitter! Shes strong and wilful, she’s gunna prove them wrong … even if it gets her killed.

Alue’k readys herself, checking her knife is in place as well as lowering Tonôwa (who had slept the entire dam time) onto the ground. He looked at her as if trying to tell her good luck and to be careful. Alue’k nodded in agnolagment of the creatures request before making her way behind the waterfall and across the slippery rocks. 

The moment she put her foot down she slipped, catching herself by throwing her weight backwards on the solid mountain rock at the last minute as Tonôwa wined in worry. She sighed, relieved and laughed as Tonôwa growled at her. She only shook her head and continued across the slippery rocks.

When she reached the other side she looked around in amazement at the Ikran but was quickly brought back to focus when she noticed the rising sun, her parents would realise she’s missing soon if they haven’t already.

She walked slowly into the crowd of Ikran as they hissed but flew away, that was until one of them didn’t. She stood her ground hissing and snarling.

Alue’k smirked.

She was amazing! orange, yellow and brown scales with piercing green eyes. 

Alue’k - Kay mama, let’s dance.

Ikran - Skree!

Alue’k - Hisss

She circled the Ikran as it watched her closely, Alue’k bared her teeth. She continued to circle her, waiting for an opening. When the moment was right Alue’k jumped onto the Ikrans back looking for her leather tie to trap it’s mouth shut as it flailed around trying to rid itself of the girl on its back. Alue’k came to a realisation … she forgot the tie. SHE FORGOT THE DAM TIE.

Ikran - Skree!

With only one option to try and have the Ikran to shut its mouth, she grits her teeth and sticks her arm near the creature head and its bites down … hard. A scream of agony leave Alue’ks mouth as she hisses in pain but only for a moment. She uses this time to wrap her legs around the Ikrans head holding her down while using her other hand to make Shahaylu. It’s painful as the banshee continues to pull at her arm until the bond is made.

Alue’k - Let go!

The Ikran lets go of her arm but Alue’k didn’t have time to fully register it before her Ikran starts to slip backwards and falls of the side the mountain.

And that how we got here.

This was a bad idea the only thought that crosses Alue’ks mind as she fell in a flailing frenzy from Oo-rah still attached to a screeching Ikran.

Ikran - Skree!

Starting to get frustrated but the loud noise and the pain of bashing agains to many dam rocks (and the pain of the large bite mark in the arm) Alue’k yells out.

Alue’k - Damit, fly straight!

With the order the Ikran follows the direction and Alue’k smiles as she continues to direct her new friend around. She pets the Ikran but notices something odd, her Ikran isn’t responding to any other sound but Alue’ks orders which is normal, Aluek guested. Although her Ikran is almost to focused on her almost as if it’s the only think she can hear. 

Oh Awa … her Ikrans death, isn’t she? after a few moment of trying to have her respond to other sound stimulus Alue’k finally reaches that conclusion. She doesn’t mind though, she believes it adds personality to her already very amazing new friend. 

For a few moments Alue’k just simply enjoys gliding through the air and watching the other Ikran fly around her.

They land back where there bond was made to retreated Tonôwa is is rather sceptical but after a few minutes of Alue’k calling him he agrees. Alue’k picks him up and he snuggles into her lap as they take off once again.

While in the air Alue’k takes the moment to wrap the torn bit of fabric over her injured arm … that will be fun to explains to her parents. Oh Awa, her parents are going to skin her. 

So which her impending doom she takes the moment to just enjoy being with her new friend and of course Tonôwa.

Alue’k - Hey girl you need a name, got any in mind?

Ikran - Skree!

Alue’k smiled, as she hugged the Ikran gently at rocking down her neck.

Alue’k - You know I like Skree too but I was thinking somthing more along the lines of Nabi? Or Aontri!

The Ikran hissed not pleased with Esther of those options, Alue’k chuckled.

Alue’k - Ok then grumpy, what about … An’ri?

Ikran - Skree!

Smiling Alue’k pet Tonôwa as she directed her Ikran … An’ri to land. She was feeling light headed but wasn’t sure if it was from the long clime of bliss loss. Probably blood loss.

An’ri chirped and curled around Alue’k as she rested her eyes for a bit while Tonôwa got busy making himself comfortable in her lap.

She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. Not long after was she awoken by frantic calls of her name and her com going off.

Lo’ak - Alu!, Alu!

Alue’k groggily answered not fully remembering where she was or what she had done.

Alue’k - Lolo, what do you want, I’m tiered.

It came out as a wine which would of annoyed Lo’ak more but the sound of her voice just made him happy,he knew his sister was safe. It also got their parents attention, well there fathers at least.

Lo’ak - Where the hell are you, you skxawng!

Alue’k looked around and her eyes widened, so that wasn’t a dream. A large Ikran was wrapped around her sleeping soundly as a very annoyed Tonôwa wriggled around on Alue’ks lap. That meant … she looked over to her side where a dull ache was coming from only to see the entire makeshift bandage soaked in blood. Why dose this only happen to me! she thought grouchily.

Alue’k - Fuck.

Jake - Language, baby girl where are you, are you ok?

Alue’k rubbed the back of her neck with her good arm, nervously chuckling.

Alue’k - I think I’ve done something really dumb

Lo’ak - (mumbling) What’s new.

Alue’k - Shut it, Lo’ak!

Jake - Alue’k. Where are you?

Shit. No pet names … I’m fucked.

Looking around for some for of land mark I realise Im perched on the other side of the mountain where high camp is.

Lo’ak - Damit answer the com!

Alue’k - Im looking for a land mark! Assface.

Jake - Hey! Your in enough trouble as it is, so for the last time watch your language.

Alue’k - Yes, Sir.

Alue’k - I’m on the opposite side of the mountain towards high camp … I think. I’m on a ledge with tall stones.

Neteyam - I’m close by that Sir. I’ll go get her.

Oh thank god, Neteyam closest. 

Jake - No Neteyam, find your sister and keep and eye on her, make sure she stays put. I’ll meet you there son.

Jake must have turned his com off as there was no sound from him for a few moments after he had given Neteyam his directions.

Lo’ak - Sorry baby sis but you’re fucked.

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[strawberry-jammers]

child reader (Pt.4)

tommy x child!reader || whys he here??

someone comes to the tundra to fight the blade (also some cute fluff)

pt1 pt 2 pt3 pt4 pt5

masterlist

this took so long lmao, part 5 coming soon

This story will diverge from the cannon. Since i cant remember it well im just gonna do my own thing.

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The three of them, techno tommy and little (y/n), lived together peacefully for a bit. Techno and tommy would occasionally spar and commit minor terrorism, while (y/n) got to play with tommy and uncle techno. 

(y/n) has grown a bit sense they had arrived there, being a happy kid like they should be.

On calm nights, techno would read to the little kid, stories of gods who ruled over the lands. Stories of himself in his times of adventure. They enjoyed all his stories, for they held a sort of unreachable curiosity that they loved oh so much.

“Im not reading you a story.” techno says. Sitting in his usual arm chair. He had come back from the nether not long before, just wanting to rest after a long day of fighting withers. He didnt expect the kid to want to hang out with him. “Pwease uncle tech!” they said. He shook his head. “I said no.” (y/n) huffed, getting off the arm of the chair, walking to the pile of books that stood in the coroner of the room. 

They looked through it, trying to find the one they wanted. Once they did, they let out a happy ‘aha!’ and stumbled to the grumpy piglin, book in hand. “This one this one! Pleaaaase!!” they said. Showing techno the book. He examined it, realizing that it was the story about himself that philza had given to him as a joke gift. His eyes widened. ‘Why would the brat wanna read about me?’ he pondered. He just sighed, gently grabbing the book from the small hands it was being held in. “Fine, fine, I'll read you the story.” 

(y/n) smiled, climbing up to sit on the piglins lap, wanting to try and read the book along with him. He huffed, not really agreeing to them sitting on him. None the less he opened the book, reading the unfinished tale to the child sitting before him.

“Once centuries ago, there was a young lad cursed to hear ungodly voices…”

Those were nights (y/n) enjoyed the most. They couldn't read, but having techno read to them was much better than reading a book all alone.

On most days Tommy would play with (y/n) outside. Neither of them got bored of the snow, being used to the sunny weather that was logstedshire. It was a nice change of pace that (y/n) enjoyed. 

The two of them usually had snow ball fights, or tried to build towers and mini houses out of the snow. Tommy would build them snowmen, ones that looked like the people they knew. Others were sometimes ones they hadn't seen before, that Tommy would tell stories of when they would go to bed.

“Papa look!” tommy turned to his kid, who was happily standing next to a snow version of himself. It was small and barely looked like himself, but he easily recognized it. He came up to the small child, picking them up happily. “That's me!? It's amazing little (f/i)! You did so well!!” he said, ruffling the young ones hair. They giggled at the action. 

“Wanna see mine?” (y/n) nodded. He walked over to the snowman he had built, showing them to his kid.

They looked familiar, (y/n) thought. These were the people in the storys (y/n) was told, the man with words of wisdom and guitar playing skills that calmed every citizen, who had tragically died in their last battle. The boy who was by papas side, who loved bees and everyone he knew. The young baker who had a kind heart and a smile that could put anyone at ease. Jack manifold.

Tommy spemnt a very long time creating this, purely so he could show (y/n) his old friends at least once. “Whos that one??” (y/n) asked, pointing to the the fox looking one, standing tall next to the leader, wilbur. “That's fundy. He didn't do much in the war, but he was an amazing fighter, and also a furry.`` Tommy replied, setting the child down. They ran up to the snowman. “Furry furry furry!!” they chanted, making the young boy laugh. “Yes furry!”

Most days now were spent with all three of them playing games inside till the late hours. After (y/n) had gotten sick from being outside so much, Tommy decided to just stay inside the warm cabin. They would bug techno alot, but he enjoyed the company some days. It was better than staying inside alone with an enderman who didn't really like him.

Today however, was different. For they had an unexpecting visitor who was very friendly. 

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Techno was making breakfast, as usual. He had learned that if he didnt, neither of the innits would eat till dinner when their bodys couldn't handle it anymore. It wasn't good for a young baby like that. Not that techno cared tho.

He was putting the dirty pots and pans in the sink, knowing he'd try and force Tommy to do it later. He started to put the food onto plates when he heard shouting coming from outside. "TECHNOBLADE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!" 

Techno stops for a second. No one could possibly have the balls to fight him, let alone twice. Technoblade put the stuff in his hands down, walking over to the window to try and see who was out there. As he thought, it was none other than Quackity trying to pick a fight with him once more. 

"I CAN SEE YOU PIGMAN! COME OUT HERE AND GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!" The duck man was actually prepared this time, with enchanted netherite armor and an axe to go with it. It seemed he upped his game sense last time. 

Techno chuckled, going upstairs to grab his things real fast. There's no way someone can try and beat technoblade like that. He came back down to see Quackity opening his door. "Heh!? Why are you inside my house!?" Quackity stood there, axe gripped tightly. Techno reached the floor, grabbing his sword. "Why can't I be in your house techno? Hiding something?" 

Ah shit he's onto us

Kill him

Haha he looks funny

Techno shook his head. "Just thought you'd play fair duck man. That's what you government people love to try and do." Quackity stepped forward. "Why would I play fair with the man whos supposed to be dead? This has been a long time coming," Quackity readied his axe, "get ready blade, cause i'm finally killing you." Techno readied his sword as well. "I'd like to see you try." 

Just as they said this, someone came up from the floorboards. "*yawn* techno are you done with breakfast yet- HOLY FUCK QUACKITY!?" a tired Tommy says, holding a nearly sleeping (y/n). The two men turn to Tommy, seeing him and his child. "Oh? So this is what you were hiding. Haven't seen you sense the exile!" Quackity says, getting closer. Tommy got up from the ladder, shrinking behind technoblade, trying to protect his kid. 

"What are you doing here big q?" Tommy says, hiding his kid. “I could ask you the same thing. What's that you've got there? Technos kid or something?” 

“Well no-” “quackity leave them alone.” techno cuts off tommy, moving more so in front of him. He cant let the baby die, he knows phil would pumble him if he does. “This is between you and me quackity. Leave them alone.” quackity shook his head, pointing his axe at tommy. “Anyone alined with you is an enemy of mine. Even if he's an old friend.” quackity lunged at techno, who blocked the attack swiftly. Quackity tried to get around the man, so he could grab the child from tommys arms. (y/n) was now awake however, and they weren't very happy.

“Papa?” they ask, realizing there was an axe lunging towards them. Quackity got around the blade, and was already trying to get to them. Tommy noticed the axe coming their way, completely ready to take the hit for his kid. 

Techno blocked the attack however. “Tommy get them to safety! I can handle this.” tommy nodded, running as quackity and techno dueld. Wuackity tried to run after tommy, but techno blocked him. “Not interesting enough for you q?” he smirks, swinging his sword at the duck man. Quackity blocks, scolding. “You're really full of yourself aren't you?”

Tommy ran outside, running to the only place he knew big q wouldn't find them, (y/n)s old hut. He ran and ran for so long, it had reached past mid day when he reached the small home he had made so many months prier. He sighed, closing the door behind him. (y/n) had long since woken up, and was very agitated. They had not eaten yet and it's been hours. “Shit shit sorry (y/n).'' Tommy says, laying the child in their old bed. He looked around the old home for anything he had left behind. He found some stuff, but he still had to go out to get food. 

When he was done, he quickly fed the crying child. “I'm sorry kiddo, I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think quackity would wanna harm you. Sh shhh im sorry.” he picks up the crying child, kinda like how they first met. A crying (y/n) and a terrified tommy. 

“Pappa- '' Tommy cuts them off, shushing them. “Just rest, Just rest…” the kid nodded, calming down slightly.

The two of them stayed like that till the sun rose the next day.

The next day Tommy got a message on his communicator by techno. Apparently quackity had won the fight, having threatened to chase after them and kill them. Techno begrudgingly went to get executed a second time. Thankfully he lived however, thanks to ranboo and tubbo stopping it. The two of them were currently at the blades house. 

Tommy didnt wanna deal with seeing tubbo, but he knew he couldn't stay out here for more than an hour. He sighed. “Hey (y/n), how would you like it if you might get to meet new friends?” (y/n) looked at him, smiling. “Yeah new friends!!” he smiled, picking up the excited child. “Let's go back to uncle technos!” “uncle techy!!!” Tommy and (y/n) laughed. Tommy got ready and left for the tundra.

Hopefully tubbo wouldn't be there when he got there.

[captaincryolicious]

maybe to expand on angst, having many thoughts here are a few

childe coworkers reader, reader is fatui recruit. hangs out with childe often, a bit like ~ lovers ~ but turns out childe has not actually been very truthful to them, he actually does not like them or something idk. this isn’t childe hurt but whatever it’s still painful i love angst

rivals childe and reader but it’s one sided reader genuinely despises childe. reader is really civil and nice to childe though, cause reputation maybe. anyway childe either 1. confesses and gets rejected, 2. jokes about getting together but reader shoots it down and flat out says how much they hate him. pain ensues

last one cause i hope i’m not being too annoying + if you are annoyed by this than fee free to ignore,,,

childe watches reader fall in love with someone else. it hurts him, thinkingabout how things have to end and how it’s very unfair. wishes he did more to keep the reader in love with him. maybe childe is super busy or whatever idk. anyway pain ensues pt3

again, hopefully not being too annoying but must share ideas to someone aghhghgaj. sorry if i am just,,, filling up inbox ???? anyway yes. take care ~

no no please don't worry about being annoying, you're definitely not and i love talking about ideas and brainrots and all!

mmm so many ideas are brewing and your additions are gonna make it hard for childe if i decide to make him suffer with angst soon

i can totally see the badass bloodthirsty harbinger being a lovesick puppy when it comes to reader, only to get a really cold shoulder in return, the poor guy ><

ACTUALLY the first thing you mention really sounds like an idea i already had in mind for quite a bit so who knows, you might get to see it soon because you really got me in the mood to write for our tar tar taglia

[talas-starlight]

Scarred Spirit - Zuko x fem!reader (pt.4)

SUMMARY: *queue beebo* ladies and gents this is the moment you’ve waited for  

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

WARNINGS: swearing, australian spelling (not a warning just letting you know)

OTHER PARTS IN THE SERIES:  pt1   /   pt2   /   pt3   /   pt4   /  pt5   /   pt6

MASTERLIST: Here!

As the Cherry Blossom trees were in full bloom, Iroh was basking in the peace he hadn’t felt in weeks. Zuko on the other hand, sat next to the entryway sulking. Of course, Iroh, being the caring uncle he was, wished to relieve him of all the angst within him on this beautiful day and approached him with a solemn expression on his face. “I see, it’s the anniversary isn’t it.”

Beneath his straw hat, Zuko scowled agitated his uncle brought it up, as if it wasn’t the first thing he thought about when he woke up this morning. “Three years ago today, I was banished. I lost it all. I want it back. I want the avatar. I want my honour. My throne. I want my father, not to think I’m worthless.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t! Why would he banish you if he didn’t care?”

Wordlessly Zuko rose and walked away from his uncle, frustrated and terrified of what else his uncle might say. Finding a cherry blossom tree far, far, away from Iroh, he sat down beneath it angrily. He hated this day. He hated what it did to his life. He hated how the memories of you consumed his mind more prominently today than any other day of the year.

He never said it out loud, but he wanted you just as much as he wanted his honour. He wanted to see you alive. Breathing right in front of him. And he’d be damned if he admitted it to his uncle. Why, he wanted you? He wasn’t sure. You have always lingered in the back of his mind, not constantly, but every once in a while, it always seemed to come back to you. Or at least what was left of you in his mind.

This annoyed him endlessly. How could someone, who he barely spoke a word to, stay in his mind for so long? He didn’t even know what you looked like! He let out a groan of frustration. He wished he could remember what your voice sounded like. Then, at least he would have something to hold onto. He tried desperately to cling onto the memory of you. The way your baby hair stuck out of your top knot, your posture as you shielded him the best you could, the feeling of your robes on his fingertips. But it was no use. There was no point in it all. None of it would lead him to you. For all he knew, you were probably dead.

That prospect terrifies him so much that he refuses to utter a word about you into existence.

After countless days of following the giant fire nation ship from a considerable distance behind, you were grateful when they finally docked. You were beyond starved, stupidly underestimating how long Azula would be at sea. It seems you got a little too cocky in your abilities over the years. Shaking your head, you put yourself into a more focused mindset, now more than ever, you couldn’t afford to be sloppy. Tying your small boat to a dock which situated behind some rocky mountains and far away from any view from where their ship was, you began your search for robes to blend in.

Swiftly moving about in the shadows to avoid any interaction with people off Azula’s boat, you manage to ascend the stairs leading up to an Earth Kingdom village. Upon seeing the first clothesline with clothes that look like you could fit into, you grab the pink robes. Grabbing some extra cloth, you make a makeshift mask to shield your face and neck, and wind small pieces around your hands completely. Finally, and most importantly, you double checked to ensure that all of your weapons were strapped securely underneath.

Satisfied with your disguise, you decide to head near the dock to check if Azula’s made any advancements in her plan to get her brother and uncle back. However, you faltered, hearing a small argument break out a few huts away. Initially, you dismiss it, although just as you were about to journey back down the mountain, you felt something… like a crack of lighting waiting to go off.

Azula.

You follow the sounds of the argument and Azula’s inner fire. Hiding within a bush near an open window; you listen in on whatever was going on inside.

“What are you doing here?!”

“In my country, we exchange a pleasant hello before asking questions. Have you become uncivilised so soon, Zuzu?”

“Don’t call me that!”

Eyes widening at the realisation, wait… that’s Zuko?

“To what do we owe this honour?” You quickly assume that’s their uncle.

“Hmm, must be a family trait. Both of you so quick to get to the point.” Azula’s voice is harsh, almost as if she’s ready to strike.

Must she be so dramatic?

“I’ve come with a message from home. Fathers changed his mind, family is suddenly very important to him. He’s heard rumours of plans to overthrow him—treacherous plots. Family are the only ones you can really trust. Father regrets your banishment; he wants you home.”

At Zuko’s lack of response, you grew worried. No Zuko don’t-

“Did you hear me?! You should be happy. Excited. Grateful! I just gave you great news.”

You felt Zuko come closer to the window. He felt more muted… less angry.

“I’m sure your brother simply needs a moment…”

Azula snapped at Iroh. “Don’t interrupt uncle! I still haven’t heard my thank you. I’m not a messenger. I didn’t have to come all this way.”

“Father regrets? He… wants me back?”

Fuck! Don’t listen to her you coal brain!

“I can see you need time to take this in. I’ll come to call on you tomorrow. Good evening.”

As Azula left back to the ship, you cursed under your breath. Yes, you knew your job. And yes, you knew what would happen to Zuko and Iroh if they foolishly believed the princess. You needed a plan.

Maybe if I could just… steer him in another direction, help bring light to the situation. Maybe they’ll listen. Quietly retreating away from the hut, you walked into the town, looking for a way to talk to them without being obvious.

A few hours later, the best you could come up with was to deliver them some food for the evening, pretending you worked for the owner of all the huts. It wasn’t your best plan, but most people openly welcome free food, so it was good enough. But for the first time in your life, you felt nerves, unlike any other. Sure, you were nervous when you jumped to save Zuko, but this was different. Then, your nerves activated your fight responses, but today? These were the kind of nerves that made you want to run away because you’ve already gone over the multitude of possibilities that might occur. But of course, you dismissed the thoughts of running away, because once again, you were on a mission to save his life despite the threats Ozai made you.

Did he forget about me as I told him to, all those years ago? Hopefully, he did. After all, he is alive.

Just as you were about to enter, you heard his voice inside. “We’re going home! After three long years. It’s unbelievable!” Your eyes widened at the excitement in his tone. That wasn’t a good sign considering what you were about to do.

“It is unbelievable. I have never known my brother to regret anything.”

“Did you listen to Azula? Fathers realised how important family is to him. He cares about me!” Now you began to seriously contemplate on walking in there right now, and beating him until he came to his senses.

It seemed Iroh wasn’t having it either. “I care about you! And if Ozai wants you back well, I think it may not be for the reasons you imagine.”

“You don’t know how my father feels about me. You don’t know anything!”

“Zuko, I only meant that in our family things are not always what they seem.”

“I think you’re exactly what you seem. A lazy, mistrustful, shallow old man who’s always been jealous of his brother!”

Okay, I’ve heard enough coal brain.

You let out a deep, shaky breath. It seems no matter how hard you try to keep your cool, you’ll never be entirely ready for what you’re about to throw yourself into. Balancing the tray of food in your left arm, you round the corner to the front of the hut, emitting a firm knock onto the side of the entryway.

Zuko whips around at the sound. “Who are you? What do you want!”

As he looks at you with his harsh and angry glare, you feel like you’ve been smacked in the face multiple times. Ironically, you also knew it had been precisely three years since you jumped to save him, and now you finally get to witness the full extent of your failure. Heart tightening at the severe contrast to how he sounded all those years ago, you take in his pain. His anger.

Feeling the intense fire burning inside of him from his anger and rage, it almost takes you back. It seems that the years he spent away from his old home has damaged the afraid, innocent boy you once knew. As you wear your stolen robes and mask shielding your neck, a nasty feeling forms in your gut. You have always been able to cover your extensive scars with clothing, but him? His scar is almost too much of a visual representation for you to bear.

I should have moved to the left a bit more; then he wouldn’t have it. If I just aimed better when I jumped, he wouldn’t have to live like this. Maybe if I succeeded, he wouldn’t be so bitter.

Not letting how frustrated you feel towards yourself show, you bow to him and his uncle.

“My apologies, I did not mean to disturb you this evening. I am only here to deliver you some food, it’s on the house.”

This only fuels his anger, irritated that you weren’t anyone of great significance. “Fine. Just place it over there and leave us!”

Iroh sighs, walking towards you. “Zuko, that is no way to treat a young lady. My apologies for my nephew’s behaviour Miss, he has recently received some unexpected news today. Thank you for your services.”

You give a light smile, even though he can’t see it. “No, it’s alright. I understand how hard it may be to truly know what is the right choice when brought with unexpected circumstances.”

“I’m sorry who are you? Who do you think you are?! You know nothing, not even anything remotely similar to the situation I’m in. So don’t go around assuming you understand anything! You have no right coming in here and thinking you can help me in any way.”

His hostility begins to feel normal; you knew you should have expected him to be like this. “Of course my apologies sir, how could I be so senseless. I don’t mean to overstep. I only wish you relieve you of some of your stress. I meant no disrespect.”

At that moment, you almost slapped yourself. Idiot, why did I say that?

Zuko faltered, overwhelmed with the words you just slapped him with. And you said them on today of all days?

“What did you just say?”

Iroh who was intently watching you throughout the interaction snapped his attention towards his nephew, “Zuko, please, she only-“

“I’m sorry I meant no disrespect sir I-“

“Get out.”

Understanding that he wasn’t ready to take any guidance or advice from you, you silently bowed, turning to leave.

Just as you were about to walk out completely, you glanced back at him looking him in his golden, raged filled eyes, “pain doesn’t leave you forever Prince Zuko. It lingers. You should take the past and let it guide your future journey, not let it control you.”

As you stepped out into the unforgiving cold air, Zuko was frozen, gaping at the doorway where you once stood. How you knew of his true identity was beyond him, yet there was something hidden, masked beneath your final statement that didn’t sit right with him. The hair on his skin is standing at the entire interaction that just occurred. Of course, he had no idea who you were, so why did it feel like you knew more than you let on? Did you know anything about his past? Shaking it off, he continued to pack in silence. Even Iroh didn’t say a word.

Descending the mountain back towards your ship, words that you had memorised and locked away for years, suddenly resurfaced.

Maybe Azula was right after all.

Early the next morning, you rose with the sun. Soon after eating some breakfast made out of the fish you hunted last night, you decided to make your way near the massive ship. As per Ozai’s orders, you hid behind some greenery into a position that left you unseen to everyone.

Eventually, they showed up to the docks, and honestly, you were upset that Iroh was unable to get through to his nephew. But there was nothing you could do about it right now.

Due to the distance, you weren’t able to make out what they were saying, leaving you to have to read Azula’s lips, as she was the only one you could clearly see. Yet that didn’t seem to matter because soon enough, a fight broke out.

That’s not looking too good.

Knowing better than to expose yourself right away, you waited. Telling yourself that if they needed help, then and only then, would you help them.

After a few minutes, you watched lighting make impact with one of the rocky cliffs, sending rocks all around. With Zuko and Iroh running off the ship to escape, you knew it was time to run after them. Help them find a way to get away from Azula for good. Although, as you stood, you suddenly felt lightheaded and your vision got blurry, sending you straight to the ground.

What the heck?

Struggling to gain any body strength, you tried to get up again, but it was useless. The hair across your body stood up, but you weren’t cold, you were sweating. Looking down, you saw that your hands were alit in fire.

W-what?! What’s happening to me! Stop it y/n. Stop. Turn it off.

Panicking you tried to shake it away, but nothing was working, and your breath began to quicken.

What’s happening?! No. Stop. No!

Suddenly, you lost all sight of what was in front of you, and a blinding white light encompassed your mind. You closed your eyes, but it didn’t go away. When you reopened your eyes, you were faced with scenery you had never seen before. In the distance, high above you, there was an older man in what appeared to be old Fire Nation robes, and a young boy dressed as an Air Nomad on a dragon.

Is that the Avatar?

Due to the distance, you couldn’t make out what they were saying, and they seemed so engrossed in their conversation, they didn’t see you. This prompted you to do the only logical thing anyone could do; you screamed.

“HEYYY! DOWN HERE!! I COULD USE A LITTLE HELPPPPP!!!”

Instead of hearing you, your surroundings began to change. First, there was a lady dressed in Kyoshi attire. Then suddenly, you were in the middle of the ocean with a man from the Water Tribe about to send a massive wave towards you.

Holy shit.

Before you could react, your surroundings changed once again, and you were in the middle of a field with a female Airbender, soon switching to a Firebender erupting volcanoes around him.

Okay, what in Spirits name is happening to me.

You tried to scream again, but it was no use. It was like an awful dream, unable to move and watching events happen before you. No matter how much you screamed or flailed your arms around, neither person on the dragon seemed to be able to notice you. Letting out a final scream of desperation, you were ready to give up.

Where the hell am I? Is this a dream? Am I trapped here? WHAT EVEN IS HERE?!

Nothing made any sense anymore; you were almost ready to admit defeat. But then you saw it. It happened so fast, and you nearly missed it. Yet as your body became frigid in shock, you knew it happened.

The dragon looked at you.

Is… is that dragon fucking smirking?! Ohmyspirits it’s going to eat me. Who would have known, death by spirit dragon.

Enough with your blabbering y/n. I apologise, but it’s not time yet. You were taken aback, shocked that you received a response from the dragon.

How did you get in my head?! And time? Time for what! For you to eat me?!

Completely disregarding your concerns, the dragon’s eyes turned to stare back at you. Almost as if it were peering into your soul. The people upon him didn’t even notice the dragon’s current focus. Look at what they’ve done to you… if only they knew. We will meet again y/n, when it’s time.

The white light re-entered your mind, blinding you once again. Only this time, you were met with darkness.

A/N: Thank you for reading!! What did you think of the lil reunion??

GAHAHAHA we lowkey on some kdrama energy out here but anywaysss! please don’t be shy,, let me know what you think or send a message! i feel like this series is going downhill a lot faster than i expected :// idk anyway! even if its not related to my fics,, homie gets a lil lonely so id love to chat 😊

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[astronomoney]

what are your current wips?

i’ve got a couple i’m working on and hopefully as soon as my school lets out for summer in like two weeks and my work isn’t taking up all my free time i’ll be able to actually finish them

Jason Todd x reader that i found in my drafts and i’m editing

Damian Wayne x reader angsty af but this ones gonna take time

Tim Drake x reader i almost started crying while writing this so i had to take a break

there’s a few in my inbox that i want to write but haven’t started yet

and of course Love and War pt3 because i got a request for it and i’m a simp

i’m lacking Nightwing asks so pls feel free to send any you might have ^‿^

[yaneyanedaze]

Hello, love! May I have ☾☆✿★♡♥☼ൠ for P1 and P3 Dio? I apologize if this is too much! If you want, you do not have to do all of them and if you do not want to do for both of them, you can do either Part 1 or Part 3 Dio (whichever you’d like). Thank you so very much and have a lovely night! ❤️

No no no! It’s quite fine darling! I love writing for you guys, I’m so glad you send things in! Though i have something else for Dio, so i’m just gonna do  ☾☆★, Hopefully thats fine!

Dio Headcanons

🌙: For Pt1 Dio Brando

Pre-Vampire,He is rowdy sleeper, Due his past he has frequent nightmares. He’ll toss and turn in his bed. Most of the time he will jolt straight awake, tears running down his face. He’ll look over at his s/o and sigh, glad their still there with him.

After he turns into a vampire, he never needs to sleep, so instead. He watches you sleep. He thinks it’s super cute how you toss and turn in your sleep the same way he used to. He watches you like a hawk and won’t let you out of his sight ever.

Pt3 DIO Is a whole ‘nother ball part.

This mofo don’t sleep for shit. He doesn’t even try to. He stays up watching you, caressing you making sure you stay asleep, and know that what ever you do, you’re not leaving his room. You’re his little dove that isn’t ever leaving.

He might even tie one arm to the bed, and lay beside you, cuddling up to you, telling you about his plot to destroy the Joestar family. Reminding you that you’re in the bed with a monster, a murderer. And someone that loves you more than life itself.

☆ : For P1 Dio, He loves reading and enjoys reading romance novels actually. He would love a S/o that loves reading just as much as he would. He always dreamed of reading to his children for bedtime and tucking them as they asked for another stroy. Oh how he used to dream.

For P3 Dio, A happy Headcanon?

Let’s see, I would see that if his s/o was a human still (and he didn’t try to turn them), If he saw that his s/o was sadhe would immediately try to start helping them. Sending in Hol Horse to try and make them laugh with bad western jokes, but then if that failed, he would move on to cuddling with you until you tell him what made you upset?

He’ll travel to hell and back for you (y/n)

★: For Pt 1 Dio Brando

Now, nothing would really phase Dio at all, he felt as if he was unstoppable. Until the day he lost his s/o.

It was during his fight with Jonathan Joestar. The very person who’s life he tried to ruin, came back and ruined his. You two were supposed to rule together! Be together forever.

When Jonathan came to fight him, he sent you away, hidden with some of his ‘servants’ How ever, when word that lord Dio was “Defeated” They turned on his s/o, killing them in the most brutal way possible. He didn’t know until he came back for you, or well, his head came back to look for you.

He was devasted.  

He wanted revenge, he wanted to avenge you. He blamed Jonathan for ruining everything that he had perfectly laid out. 

and he made sure he got his revenge.

Now For Part 3 DIO

It gets much sadder, His s/o wouldn’t be killed.

He would slowly watch them age, because they refused to be made immortal. They wanted to pass on naturally. and this didn’t settle right with DIO.

Years would have passed on, and his s/o was soon bed ridden, barely able to do things on her own. He would come in and check on them constantly, saying “I, DIO am just making sure you have everything you need.” In reality he was making sure you didn’t pass on yet.

He didn’t want it to happen, he didn’t want to be the one to find you,

Because deep down in his body, where he claims not to have any emotions like love.

Is the love that he has for you.

[cloudywithachanceofwatering]

the galtean tattoos and piercings [ mostly for the brave , pt3 ]

you might be wondering - cloudy , wtf is that username and where is the tattoo shop - i wonder that too but you shall see soon

p.s - anything with a bracket has a cm behind it unless it's not numbers . then go ahead and assume it's not height-related .

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the rest of the afternoon , they went full blown matchmaking mode . " listen man , if we want them to do the deed , first they have their needs , " lance slammed his hands on the table , a customer walking in and widening their eyes a bit before backtracking and walking back in , albeit further from lance .

" no lance , you aren't listening ! " pidge pressed her fingers against her temple . " we need them together first , then we set the plan into action . " lance threw up his hands , " listen babygirl , i know you cute and all but this attitude ain't it . boo , they need to go on a solo trip first and we stalk them , then we head out with your plan . "

the full-blown chaos at the table for two continued , as allura and romelle calmly took orders . " mmmhmm , aight , i need to dip soon before anyone from class sees me - " " well what about me ?! " " shit i forgot you weren't twelve , " lance snickered playfully as pidge leaned over the table to punch him . " fuck you ! "

quietly , they snuck out the moment shiro and matt walked in during their lunch period - yes , the ' double trouble duo floopers ' - i swear i'm only the narrator - were intense stalkers . they hid behind the counter , staring right at the ' #shatt ' couple as they sat at the table the duo was hust at . " ⁰⁰⁰k s⁰ l¹ke wh⁴t'⁵ the p¹⁴n , " lance whispered , pidge scrunching her eyebrows at him . " what the fuck did you just say ?? " she whisper-shouted , cause lance to roll his eyes and nearly stand up , if it wasn't for pidge . " i said ok so like what's the plan - " " no yer fokin did nawt ! "

their under the counter bickering continued , until pidge's ass was met with a rough kick from allura , allura's face with a desthly sweet smile . " hey matt ! hey shiro - since when did your lunch breaks fit together so nicely ? " allura teased , hearing matt snicker a bit . lance and pidge , from behind the counter , physically f e l t shiro's blush as they scrambled to sneak out .

" th¹⁵ ¹⁵ ⁰ur ch⁴nce , " lance hissed , trying to hold back laughter . pidge pinched his cheek , " ⁵top talking in goddamn ... superscript or the ... fuck math . " lance pushed her by the booty out as they crawled , " i said this is our chance !! move !! "

as romelle blocked the display on her left so the duo could slide on out safely without being notice - " pidge ? " matt squinted at the display case , " oh no , pidge is in class , isn't she ? besides , she never comes to our shop unless it's lunchtime , " romelle diverted matt's attention , the crawling duo quickly falling over themselves on the slippery tiled floor as they walked on all fours - more correctly , struggled and slipped and mopped the floor -

" ... pidge never comes alone ? she's never seen here without me , lance , hunk or keith ... ? " matt raised a eyebrow suspiciously , shiro's mind turning and turning and - " she's here with lance , isn't she ??? i didn't mark her attendance this morn - " matt flung his head around towards shiro on his left his face half scrunched up with confusion . shiro blushed a bit and he told himself this was the wrong time to feel this sinful way .

matt looked at romelle's nervous face , looked back at shiro and looked to the gorund on his right as he heard some knocking noises . he blinked once , twice , opened and closed his mouth , " so you played truant with lance ? mom's gonna - " he paused abruptly , wincing as pidge's face crumbled a bit .

shiro blinked at least five times , looking around . " ... your mom's gonna what ? i-i didn't see her contact number on the list in the ' call in case of emergencies ' column , " shiro squished matt's shoulder , confusion intensifying as allura and romelle cringed physically , the line of customers backing away a bit as they formed a new line so allura could take their orders .

matt , in all his 5'2 glory [ 161 if you're like me and had to use google to figure out because america doesn't work the same way as pretty much the rest of the world ] - not including his shoes and hair though , in that case he's 5'10 - immediately threw shiro's hand off him and dragged pidge and lance out , throwing them harshly on the curb and shouting bloody murder about truancy and that they should've have skipped class and all the things that shiro would've said but in a much softer voice and even softer use of language . " uhm . t-two caramel fraps with no whipped cream ? " shiro itched the back of his neck , handing allura his credit card as romelle went outside for damage control . " c-coming right up ??? " allura swiped his card , gave it back to him and shiro smiled nervously before heading outside for damage control part 2 .

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so here shiro was , trying to stop matt from pulling the troublemaking duo's ears and saying sorry to the passerbys . " l-look matthew , you don't have to - " " stop calling me matthew , just call me matt , and yes i have to ! " shiro blinked a blush as he opened the door to the tattoo shop .

a few heads turned as the bell on the door rang , the windchime in the shop right next to the door clinging ... sweetly , as weird as it is - albeit on the softer side as well . not what you'd expect from a typical windchime .

lotor smiled painfully as he finsiehd up some paperwork and handed it to the nervous client , whispering assuredly to them - " don't worry , our reputation as a shop is that it's mostly only for the brave , so y'know ... ya gotta have some kind of balls to come here . " the client just sucked in some air , refusing to turn around .

" matt , stop please , i'm literally 6'2 [ 190 ] and you're bringing me down to like , 7'4 [ 225 ]- wait no i meant 5'4 [ 164 ] - ouch ! " lance whimpered , pidge just getting dragged upwards since she was 5'2 . i'm not kidding here , she's like , the bare minimum of 159 . she likes to say 159.5 just to make herself feel better so she can round it up to 160 .

matt psuhed them down at his work station and closed the curtain , sitting down on the swivel stool and sighing , hands covering his face . pidge and lance sat close to each other , lance gulping a bit at the sight of a cotton ball with dried blood on a tray with piercing items . shiro had taken notice of the cart's tray and out of sheer terror , dropped it into the trashcan next to the cart , pitying the poor person who had to sit through that .

matt breathed in deeply , proceeding to stand up and make the swivel chair taller , before sitting back down and taking off his shoes and hearing them drop against the floor . then , quite unnervingly , looking directly at pidge and lance in the eye . " miei amici , mi amigos , 我的朋友们， my friends . how many languages do you need til you understand ? what has gotten into you ?! especially you , katie - la mia famiglia, il mio girasole [ i'm sorry , i had to google translate , hopefully it means ' my family , my sunflower ' ] ! mama and papa trusted me to take care of you since we were little kids - " matt cut himself off , putting his head on shiro's bicep as he sighed , squishing it a bit . " stress ball , " he whispered quietly as shiro patted his other shoulder .

pidge and lance were trying not to ship it too hard in misdt of the end of their life . shiro breathed out , hoping he wasn't blushing too hard . " listen , please ... " he did a dad sigh , matt following along . " i know that it's ' oh-so-hard ' to sit down in a classroom and listen to a teacher drone on and on and i get it - i was a student myself quite a while ago . but it doesn't mean you can simply skip like this , " shiro scolded gently , petting matt's hair as matt clung to him increasingly more .

the recievers were just quietly staring at their hands , starting to feel bad . " we're s⁰rry , " lance said quietly , his voice cracking a bit . pidge held back a badly timed laugh , shiro shaking his head as he watched pidge struggle to hold back .

[clockworkopera]

Also there's this thing with the sea, that has been a huge part. Emma being scared of it, because of her parents and Jules (and the other Blackthorn kids?) loving it, because it reminds them of home and sea demons and stuff being present. Lastly, there's Thule, which was mentioned a couple times in the book. The poem in the beginning of course, but also one of the Seven says something about it..? Thoughts about all this? (pt3)

I love getting questions and have lots of thoughts on this!

I’m turning this into a post because I think a lot of otherpeople might be interested, although it contains a fair amount of trivia,history and folklore…

Disclaimer:My theories are built not just on the Dark Artifices, but from all the previousbooks as a whole, and will contain SPOILERS (including from Lord of Shadows) ifyou haven’t read them. These ideas are based solely on book canon.

So many great observations. I had a lot of similar ones.  I was just doing research into Cortana for anupcoming post and I think some of your questions may dovetail. Just in case youdidn’t know in the mundane world Cortana is a very real sword, but in itshistory, it once belonged to Tristan of Tristan and Isolde fame (just a bit ofbackstory first).

And that story takes place in Cornwall.

Tristan’s father, a king, was lured away by the enchantments of a fae woman who claimed to lovehim. His mother searched for him and eventually died of grief therefore hisname reflected the Latin derivative meaning “sad” or “sorrowful”. He eventuallycame to live with his Uncle Mark who was the King of Cornwall where he stood asthe King’s champion. He used Cortana in a trial by combat where the tip brokeoff. (This is the first reference to Cortana breaking).

Tristan and Isolde had a complicated and forbidden lovestory that ended tragically. But according to Wikipedia, “it is stated that a thickbramble briar grows out of Tristan’s grave, growing so much that it forms abower and roots itself into Iseult’s grave. It goes on that King Mark tries tohave the branches cut three separate times, and each time the branches growback and intertwine. This behaviour of briars would have been very familiar tomedieval people who worked on the land. Later tellings sweeten this aspect ofthe story, by having Tristan’s grave grow a briar, but Iseult’s grave grow arose tree, which then intertwine with each other.”

Emma and Jules go to Porthollow Church looking for Annabelwhile they are in Cornwall. Doing his own research:

Jules reading fromWikipedia: “Porthollow Church is located above the sea, on the cliff-top atTalland near Polperro in Cornwall. The altar of the church is said to date fromthe time of King Mark, of Tristan and Isolde fame, and was built at thejunction of ley lines.”

I think between the faerie connection, the location ofCornwall, that both Tristan and Mark are Blackthorn family names, the briargraves, and the mix of Cortana in there I think a case could be made theBlackthorns might be related to this bunch. I have no idea if any of this iswhat Cassie is thinking, or how she researches things like Cortana, but it’sinteresting to see so many historical similarities and her attention to detail.I think it makes the books seem so much more real.  

Blackthorn trees in folklore are associated with strife andill omens. The thorns are dangerous and being pricked by one sometimes lead toseptic wounds. Very cold springs were known as Blackthorn Winters.

But, they were also grown in thick hedges for protectionagainst invaders. And it is believed that the berry from a Blackthorn tree isonly sweetest after the hardest frost. IrelandCalling website refers: “The Blackthorn is often associated withovercoming obstacles for a better future or protection and hope in the midst ofdevastation.”

I wonder if the Blackthorns of old chose that name for anyof that symbolism.

The Blackthorn tree also is considered a fairy tree because it is under theprotection of the Lunantisidhe Fairy. So, there has been a constant theme offaerie within the Blackthorn family from (possibly) Tristan to Andrew andArthur and now currently with Mark and Helen—I bet the Fae know more Blackthornfamily history than they know themselves. Since the family seems to haveoriginated in Cornwall they are really entwined with the Fae population there.

Sleeping Beauty’scastle was protected by a briar hedge. Some stories say it was a rosebriar, other say it was a blackthorn briar. (I also want to point out that toCristina’s surprise when the Unseelie King asked the riddle of the egg and whatemerges— “A rose,” said Mark. “Withthorns.” It is interesting withCristina and Mark, one is of the Roses, the other a Blackthorn)

For the sad knight riding with the broken sword on Julian’swall painting—Cortana in mundane mythology says it was not only broken byTristan, but by Ogier the Dane as well (that time by an Angel). With the MortalSword shattered, that too is broken.

***(I thought it would have been cool for a faerieblackthorn briar to have started growing at the foot of the quickbeam nourishedby the blood and sacrifice of Emma and Julian after the whipping—sheltering theLA Institute and the Blackthorns from their enemies, but I guess that is whatfan fiction is for)

I don’t know what Julian’s motivations were for the paintingor why that image spoke to him, but Emma made an interesting observation:

She’d wanted to askhim if he’d tell the rest of the family the truth about Arthur soon. But she couldn’t.Walls had gone up around Julian that seemed as impenetrable as the thornsaround Sleeping Beauty’s castle.

And when Emma and Julian were going through Annabel’sportfolio:

Annabel had also drawndozens of pictures of the Blackthorn manor house in Idris, lingering on thesoftness of its golden stone, the beauty of its gardens the vines of thornsthat wrapped the gates. Like the mural on the wall of your room, Emma wanted tosay to Julian, but she didn’t.

So, Julian isn’t the only Blackthorn this story draws andI’m pretty sure this theme will continue in the Last Hours—like maybeBlackthorn Manor waiting to wake up when Jesse returns.

I had my own running list of thorn references too, and theyare as much a Faerie reference as to the Blackthorns: Thorn Mountain in Faerie,the thorn bindings that held Kieran in the Unseelie Court and the Queen’s Crownof Thorns.

We don’t know much about the Crown of Thorns except theQueen’s power can be taken away if she loses it, and that it will be a titlefor one of the Last Hours books. But, symbolically at least in the Christianreligion it the represents pain and sacrifice (although it’s not known whichspecific plant that crown was derived from).

–From Wikipedia:The term ultima Thule in medievalgeographies denotes any distant place located beyond the “borders of theknown world”. In the past, classical literature (by that, think of whatArthur reads) it meant the Northern most far away unexplored places. For Lord of Shadows, I guess it could meananything from the farthest reaches of Faerie (as in the Dreamland poem) to Heaven itself. Because of Livvy and the clockchiming I’m thinking it means Heaven. But, the demon that Emma and Julian slewin that Porthollow church called himself: “I am Sabnock of Thule” (so, therebeyond the borders of this world into a demon realm?)

–Water symbolism:I did a post a few weeks ago about Jemma not remembering Jessa’s wedding beforeLoS came out. There wasn’t really anything in the book to disprove thosetheories, but I thought that the water symbolism might have come from the watertrial Emma and Julian had to go through to become Parabatai. We don’t know anydetails of their ceremony, but in thecase of Simon and Clary they were unwittingly given water from Lake Lyn.Drinking the cursed water from Lake Lyn (how does a Lake get cursed in thefirst place?) causes hallucinations and I thought maybe Emma and Julian had abad reaction to it given her phobia of the water. Julian at the very least hasa bit of demon blood and I thought that a latent warlock talent might havesprung from experience (something like when James Herondale turned into aShadow)—that’s why Jem and Tessa have been keeping their distance and maybeeven having Magnus have them forget certain things (there’s more in that post).

To be honest I was surprised that other than Malcolm usingsea creatures there didn’t seem to be any other huge water references, and thatwas only in the first part of the book. With the cover of London drowning Ithought there would be more. There is the mention of the rivers in Faerie thatrun with the blood of the murdered and I cannot tell you how creeped out I amat the idea that Livvy’s blood might be flowing through it now. I think it wasin reference to mortal mundanes, so hopefully not Shadowhunters.

Let me know what you think!

[whatthehellisahoechlin]

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Stiles stays. Puts down his jacket, and his shoes, and goes to sit on the table, watching Derek as he stands and stares out the window.

It’s silent inside the loft, and not much better outside.

Derek’s holding his arms defensively across his chest, and Stiles finds himself mimicking the gesture. He counts in his head to pass the time, something he’s picked up in the last few days, just trying to get through. When the big picture gets too much he shuts his eyes, and thinks hard—one, two, three, four, five—until he’s calmer.

He does it now, eyes shut. One, two, three…

Through his counting, the sound of Derek’s breathing comes into focus, steady but shallow. Stiles syncs his own up almost unconsciously. He hears when Derek moves as well, a scrape of feet against the floor, and then the creak of the wooden table as he leans on it. Stiles feels Derek’s body heat along his right side.

He opens his eyes and turns to Derek. Derek has obviously been staring at him, and now he looks away quickly. His arms drop down to his sides, curling around the edge of the table. The first in a series of moves that Stiles waits silently through, until eventually, Derek speaks.

“I was dreaming, last night. Not remembering.”

That’s one worry off Stiles’ list at least.

“Nightmare,” Derek adds, but that’s nothing new. They all have nightmares, even talk about them, sometimes. There is relief to be found when the same events and creatures occur across multiple pack member’s night time thoughts.

“And when I touched you…” Stiles starts, trying to lead this time, and not demand the confession from Derek.

“You were right. I… I needed it.” Derek whispers it out, like his needs aren’t worth the proper air to make a statement.

Stiles’ hand jerks, wanting to reach for Derek’s. He doesn’t, because he worries Derek will think it’s a pitying gesture, offered not because Stiles wants to, but because Derek admitted he wanted it. Derek wouldn’t want to be owed that measure of comfort.

“You’re pack,” Derek states simply, but still more air than voice. “You’re… safe.”

Stiles hums in acknowledgement, and nods, taking Derek’s hard-fought admission.

“You think you just needed to feel that? Pack? For the… whatever it is to break, to get your memories back?”

“Could be. Yes,” Derek says, stronger now that they’re into more theoretical grounds, and not so focussed on Derek’s personal feelings.

Derek’s hands unclench from the table, and he brings them to rest lightly on his thighs instead. Stiles watches the fingers stretch out across Derek’s lap.

“Why last night?” Stiles lifts his head back up, looks to Derek “Why not any of the times before then?”

Derek’s eyebrows draw down. “What times.”

“I mean, why not any of the other times I touched you?”

“Did you not realise—” Derek starts, then turns away with his lips pressing together. Back to staring out the window. His fingers clench into fists.

“Realise what?” Stiles has to ask.

“That was the first time,” Derek says, not looking at Stiles. “Since you found me. That was the first time you touched me.”

Stiles tilts his head. “No,” he refuses immediately, knee-jerk. “There was…”

There wasn’t. Thinking back, Stiles has consciously been avoiding that, for his sake and Derek’s. Afraid of what a simple touch would reveal about his own feelings. Whether a touch might spark Derek’s flight or fight response.

Stiles pushes out air, curling his body down in a slump.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what?”

“That I didn’t touch you sooner. Maybe you wouldn’t have spent last night so—”

“Stop it,” Derek demands sharply, turning to Stiles.

Stiles startles at the tone, and looks up with wide eyes to Derek.

“You found me, Stiles.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Stiles,” Derek half growls.

Stiles snaps his mouth shut, staring at Derek, whose gaze remains steady on Stiles’ face, possibly waiting for him to open his mouth and try to talk again.

Stiles brings a hand up subconsciously to tug at his shirt sleeve. He can see Derek tracking the movement, but he doesn’t let go.

“I just feel bad about it,” Stiles whispers. “I know it’s not my fault,” Stiles prays that doesn’t register as a lie. “I just… feel bad.”

A lot of what has been said this morning has been on a whisper. Fragile, for confessions of such importance, which Stiles feels they are for both him and Derek. Maybe it’s the quiet from outside. Maybe it’s fear. For months, Stiles has feared Derek finding out how much he wants him. It doesn’t seem as big a concern in the light of the past night.

His new fear; Stiles doesn’t want Derek to disappear again. Whether behind a fog of forgetfulness and possibly supernatural amnesia, or emotionally like the years when Derek and Stiles were first learning how to align themselves within the pack, and beside each other. They didn’t work right away, nor did they align their differences as quick as, say, Derek and Scott.

Stiles and Derek. Both too sarcastic for regular conversation, too prickly to admit to concern, too stubborn to back down. Where the similarities ran out, enough differences to be a matter of complication, not interest. Stiles, with his research and plans, no matter how full of holes and unaccountable factors. Derek, with his werewolf healing and a desperation to save people as soon as the opportunity arose.

Too much fighting to hide too much feeling. At least, that’s what it became for Stiles. Anger the only thing strong enough to hide what was fast becoming love.

Not all the time. Too much effort to quash that much feeling all the time. It must have bled out. Derek never said anything about it though, never mentioned, never seemed to change how he was around Stiles.

That was all early days though. By the time Stiles was admitting to himself that he’d fallen, irrevocably for the time being, he and Derek had a rhythm. Understood where the preference for sarcasm came from, fell on the same side in pack arguments, found comfort in being able to confront someone with similar obstinateness to oneself.

There’s something hovering between them though. Something new. Something that last night has caused. Was it Stiles’ touch? Is it something Derek revealed when he didn’t have his memories?

Derek knew about their history as he offered to share his bed.

Derek remembers.

Stiles wars with himself. Wanting to let his mind rest at ease, knowing the answer for certain so he doesn’t have to worry and imagine scenarios probably—hopefully—worse than what they were. But ignorance is bliss, something Stiles knows down to his bones in his post-werewolf reveal world. Does he want to have answers to the dreadful questions that he’s been pushing away when they float too close to consciousness, right now, and last night. If he does ask, then Derek is going to relive whatever he went through. That thought halts Stiles. He can’t put Derek through anything like that so soon. Answers will wait, and screw the pack on this if they try and force them out of Derek. Stiles will stand there between them.

If Derek wants to talk though, Stiles would listen.

Stiles wants to know what it is he senses between him and Derek, how Derek sees their relationship, as maybe has been made apparent to him. Stiles has sensed, perhaps all in his head (how horrible that would be, but not the first time for Stiles) their relationship evolving. Maybe Derek needed an epiphany.

Stiles is aware he is being selfish right now, focussing on what it means for him, that Derek’s memories were brought back by him. Derek mentioned pack, not Stiles specifically. Stiles is probably taking everything too far.

He stands up, walks over to Derek’s bed, starts remaking it for something to do. He straightens up the sheet, tucks the corner in at one end, where he’d tugged it out last night. Refolds the blanket down so the edge lines up with the stripes. Fluffs the pillows.

“You don’t have to do that,” Derek says from right behind him, and much too close.

Stiles whips around, heart pounding frantic and surely loud to Derek’s ears.

He takes a step back, and his calves end up pressed against the mattress. Derek flicks his eyes down there, evaluating, then takes his own step back. Stiles sinks down onto the mattress—one, two, three, four—measuring his breaths to calm his heart.

Derek stands awkwardly in front of him, hands limp by his side, waiting. When Stiles’ heartrate is back to normal, Derek catches his gaze.

“Can I?” He gestures beside Stiles.

Stiles nods. “Your bed.”

Derek sits, leaving a foot at least between them. Stiles looks him over. He looks much better now, well rested, showered, shaved. Stiles bites his lip, knowing his fondness and relief is probably coming through to Derek.

They sit in silence, Stiles feeling drowsy in the warmth of the apartment, morning sun streaming into the room, filling it with brightness and shimmering air.

“Stiles, I—” Derek cuts off before ever really starting.

This is the moment where Stiles either asks him to keep going, or stops him, possibly saving both their sanity.

In the moment, he can’t decide which he wants. It’s always been a mix for him, whether to run or fight back. He doesn’t have a fall back, and he knows with Derek… It used to be stand and fight, but now he has a better sense of self-worth, carefully helped along by the pack, and by therapy. Stiles knows dealing with emotions is still awkward—for him too. That thought helps. If he was in Derek’s shoes, he knows what he’d want. He hopes he’s making the right call.

He moves in closer to Derek, and reaches for his hand. Derek looks to Stiles, surprised, but Stiles keep his face carefully controlled. Not much he can do for his heartbeat, or what chemo signals he’s giving out, but he tries to convey certainty, calm, support.

Derek looks down at their hands, and the worry lines on his forehead even out. He twists his hand so they’re palm to palm, and curves his fingers in between Stiles’.

“It wasn’t about being pack,” Derek states. Softly, but not whispered. “It was about being you.”