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lil-blueee · 3 years ago

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Redamancy | Takashi Mitsuya x Reader (Tokyo Revengers)

Redamancy (n.): The act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

Treasure the time you spend together,

Treasure the ride in the evening time,

Treasure the confession under the night sky.

May you all feel the love and fall in love!

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It is now eventide, the moment when the Sun deliberately goes down, exuding its vibrant red and orange rays that tints the former azure firmament. And here you are, resting on the leather chesterfield sofa while gazing at those skylights above. Broken lines of cumulus, or cotton-like clouds, are stretching for miles in the air, reflecting those fiery shades that intensifies the whole scene's saturation.

"Beautiful." You mumble, eyes lingering at that exquisite sight.

It doesn't take that long for a pitch black color to invade the sky, noticing that dusk is coming to your city. You raise up both arms to stretch that stiff upper body before a small growl grabs your attention. Looking at the clock, it's a quarter past six already.

"Guess he'll come back late tonight. I've to eat alone then."

You place your right hand on your stomach to feel that small rumbling sound - a signal for dinner time. The corners of your lips pull down to reveal a sad but so-be-it face. "Well, time to eat." You reheat the bento box in the microwave and prepare a glass of water before bringing them both to the table. Hands clasp together, you mumble, "Itadakimasu."

After finishing your meal, you sip a cup of warm tea while walking towards the bust mannequin, where the sleeveless white bridal gown is put on. Four different length of layers were sew from the waist line, covering half of the chapel train - the last and longest layer of the dress. To break free from the usual, monotonous gown, that man thoroughly embroidered roses on the left lateral, artfully arranged those small flowers from the shoulder to the side of the waist, and bigger ones when reaching the end of the train.

There's only one more piece left to complete the dress, a wedding veil. And it's also the final task for you - the girl making a messy bun for her wavy silver hair with apparent black highlights. Heading to the table where the folded tulle fabric is laying, you put the tea cup down, left hand slowly grabs your pair of black eyeglasses beside it. Eyes giving a quick glance at those thin lines drawn by tailor's chalk, you take one deep breath, ignoring some strains of hair falling down on the side and hold the sharp piece of scissors. After all, this dress is made for Hinata Tachibana, one of your best friends. I can't screw it.

You slowly cut off the excess length of the tulle until those metal blades return to their starting point, making the cabbage falls down the ground. Your other hand holds the outside edge of the fabric to trim its corners slightly, adding the curve for a graceful look. "Now then," A delighted smile appears on your face. Your sparkling gaze is looking through the edge of the veil again to see any jagged or uneven fabric needs cutting.

Immersing yourself in your work, you don't even recognize the presence of another man at the entrance, crossing his arms on one another. His head leans against the door frame, looking at you with those adoring droopy lavender eyes. "Quite meticulous, aren't you?" The lilac-haired mumbles, giving his compliment before he turns around and walks along the hall.

After that final touch, you sigh in relief, gently using your left hand surface to mop the sweat from your brow. "All we need to do is sew it. I should wait for Taka—" You startle. Whatever touches against your cheek literally makes your heart jump because of the cold sensation.

"What in the—" Like a natural reflex, you turn your head around to search for the source, but that sixth sense of yours can somehow guess the person standing behind this.

"You call for me?" He asks in a soft tone voice. In front of you right now is Takashi Mitsuya, a gentleman in his dark grey suit layered with a black shin length trench coat, projecting his professional image which instantly forms the first impression to anyone he meets. Hand passes you a bottle of water, the lilac-haired chuckles at the face he saw.

You keep staring at him, your eyebrows pull closer together while your lips tighten, making an angry but quite adorable face in his opinion. As you're about to give him a piece of your mind, his genuine smile immediately blows your anger away. That gentleman appearance, combining with his somewhat irresistible face are like a deadly combo suppressing your anger. How can I get mad like this? Placing your palm on the forehead, you ask yourself before telling him,

"You can just give it normal—"

Hold up! You pause when a thought runs through your mind and interrupts your speech. An idea? No, more like a revenge! Lower your face while smirking devilishly, one side of his slit eyebrow lifts up as he wonders what has got into you until...

"Actually, thank you very much, Takashi."

Calling for his name in a mischievous voice, you raise your slender hand not to take that bottle but to gently grab the other big, masculine one. Eyes lock with the others droopy lavender, you smile innocently as a way to express your affection toward him.

It doesn't take that long for the Second Division Captain to realize your intention. Instead of questioning about your rapid change in behavior, the lilac-haired decides to go along with your act. [First name]-chan, you're no match for me. His surprised face soon reveals a smirk, taking his time to respond you.

"My my~ you really mean it, [First name]?" said Mitsuya in a low tone voice.

He takes a few steps toward while you're doing the opposite, walking backward till your body hits the table without noticing. You startle but your attention is still drawn to his hand pulling the tie knot side to side to loosen that black plain necktie. This soon piques your curiosity. Is it because of the heat or he's doing it on purpose? However, judging the look on his face, you have every reason to eliminate the former assumption. Actually, no one will argue once they meet his sharp, yet flirtatious glance trying to lure you in his sweet trap. The gap is now shortened to only a few centimeters apart, Mitsuya rests both of his hands on the table to trap you inside then leans his lips closer to your reddened ear.

"Or you're asking for something else?" He whispers, sending shivers down your spine.

A flush of excitement is rising to your cheek, but you - my friend, show no signal of being dominated. In spite of the wild beating heart in your chest, you naturally grabs his tie and pulls it closer, looking straight into that man's eyes. "Make a guess."

Now you've done it. That confident expression of yours finally pulls the trigger for a massive explosion in his heart. It's not really something unexpected, but the Captain can't help himself whenever he sees you like this. The lilac-haired signs, looking down the ground to hide his defeated face. But, things won't end that easy.

"Alright, you said it. But," Unveiling a devilish smirk, his left hand wraps around your waist and gives a sudden pull, making your eyes widen from his unexpected move, "don't mad at me afterward."

The other hand is gently placing on your cheek before his thumb touches your lips. He's not gonna... There are butterflies in your stomach as you realize his intention, but sadly, it's too late to escape by now. Feeling his head is leaning closer, you place both hands on his chest to try and stop him though his body doesn't move a single bit. Hold up, hold up, hold up!!! Too close!

"Takashi, wait—" Your eyes shut immediately, knowing what he's about to do.

Mitsuya pauses when his lips are only a few centimeters away. That man is taking a glance at your heavily blushing face and secretly smiling to see this shy and nervous side of yours. Oh my, now I'm the meanie. He signs. Well then...

Soft. Something touches the tip your nose - a light kiss, as light as a feather. As your mind is still trying to comprehend the whole thing, his giggle soon gets you back to your senses.

"I'm just joking! You don't have to worry!" You open your eyes and freeze like a statue. Noticing how tense up you are, his hand gently caresses your cheek where the heat is still lingering around. "Did I scare you, [First name]-chan?"

You know the answer, don't you? Well, he did surprise you in a way but... why not let him guess a little longer? "Who would?" You mumble.

"Really? Shall we try again the—"

Like an instinct, your palm covers his lower face as you know he won't leave you time to answer.

"Not so fast. I won't be tricked again." You smile cheerfully because this time for sure, victory is in your hand. However, life rarely happens according to your plans, and especially when you are with him.

His gaze sharpens and that makes you think twice about your action. Just when you're about to let your hand down, the lavender-eyed holds it in position and gives your palm a kiss. You raise your eyebrows and are completely shocked at his gesture. Mitsuya gently places your hand in his palm, bowing down like a gentleman greets a lady before his lips touch your knuckles. This greeting gesture, hand-kissing, normally indicates courtesy and politeness but not in this case scenario.

"Are you sure about that, my Muse?" He asks with a mischievous smile.

And the Cupid - the god of love in the Ancient Roman, shots his arrow right through your heart, again. Love and passion are spreading out from your wound, making you fall for this man for... how many times you have lost count to be honest. The only difference is that you sink deeper and deeper every time the Cupid has his decision.

"So now you're into role play just simply because of the suit? And what Muse would wear a white tube top with grey sweatpants like me?" You chortle.

"Well, doing it once in a while isn't so bad though." He answers. "And you're always beautiful no matter what you wear."

That makes your heart skip a beat. He always says what in his mind, even if you're ready for it or not. "You sure are good with words." Whispering softly, you don't know what to do but to smile happily like a child.

"Anyway, how was the meeting with your customers?" You ask.

"The good news is we have a big order coming up. It's for their wedding and they chose the design already. One mermaid wedding dress and a tuxedo. We have to make five dresses for the bridesmaids too, so it's gonna be a busy week."

"Oh no, it's not that much... Lemme fainted a little." Without waiting him to respond, you let your head fall down on his shoulder, creating a big "thump" sound in the ears. The Captain is trying hard not to laugh by now. He gently pats that heavy head of yours.

"But still, I'll try my best to help. Can't let my beloved handle everything, right?" There you go, being mischievous again.

Wish you could see his face at that time. It was the most happiest face in the world. He wraps you in his arms for a full, warm embrace. "And I don't want my Muse to be exhausted too."

"But we'll put that aside for now. Wanna go for a ride? It must be bored to spend your whole day in the workshop."

Your eyes wide open to hear his suggestion. How long has it been since the last ride you guys had with each other? You're obviously happy to hear that but you're quite concerned about his health. "Maybe you should rest for today, you must be tired already."

"It's okay. I need to refresh my mind a bit. Lemme get change real quick." He gives you a light pat on your head.

Standing in front of the garage, you're gazing at Mitsuya, who is wearing an energetic set of cloth, opposite to the formal style earlier. He layers his white tee with a loose black baseball jacket with cream leather sleeves. This jacket was you two first couple cloth, and it was made by you-know-who. For the bottom, he puts on grey sweatpants and a pair of sneakers.

Your man is taking his baby Impulse out. The lavender-eyed is looking for something, your helmet. He slowly puts it on for you to ensure your safety while you sit behind him.

"Hold on tight." No matter how many times he has taken you out, that sentence always comes up first like a habit. Yes, you understand clearly that he cares about you, but seeing him like this somehow makes you want to tease him.

"Come on! It's not like my first time letting my boyfriend take me for a ride~" Leaning your body closer to his back, you slowly give that muscular body a hug from behind. The lilac-haired sighs, lowers his head before turning around.

"And it's not like my first time saying this to my girlfriend." He responds while gives you a light flick on your forehead. "I just want to make sure you'll feel safe."

You release your hands to touch the spot where he aimed. Knitting your eyebrows, you ask. "Alright, but do you have to give me a flick?"

"Cause I feel like it." Now your nose is being pinched. Right after when you try to react, Mitsuya grabs your hands and puts them around his waist again. "Alright, no more teasing. We'll be back late if we don't leave now."

You actively tighten your arms so that someone won't give a long lecture again. "Fine, baka Taka."

"That's my girl." Closing his eyes, those lips reveal a winsome smile before his black full face helmet covers it. Once everything is set, he starts the engine and drive you both to the main road.

Resting your head on his firm back, your eyes slowly observe the night life in the city, looking at those cars running on the road and how people spend the rest of their night. Every time the winds blow through your hair, they always give a sense of relaxation, relieving all the stress you have during those working hours.

You breathe out bit by bit, tighten your embrace without noticing, which is a good sign for the person sitting in front of you. Glad she's enjoying this. The lilac-haired chuckles in secret, feels glad at your reaction.

Fifteen minutes have passed by, you two leave the city center, driving on a deserted road that leads to an abandon outdoor parking space overlooking the city's view. This is his go-to place whenever he seeks for the tranquility and now, it's yours too. Mitsuya drives right to the spot where you can observe the mesmerizing scene below and parks his Impulse.

Arms in the air, you stand up and stretch your back after spending nearly the whole day in his workshop, helping him to finish the wedding dress on time. Turn your head around to look at the man sitting side saddle, you ask. "Just three days left. We'll finish Hina-chan dress before it, right?"

"Yeah, I only need to sew the veil and adjust the length of the dress a bit." Mitsuya responds before gazing at you with a delighted face. "It all thanks to your help! Your skills have improved a lot after two months."

"Really? Guess I have to thank someone being patient while teaching me too~" Your mind then recalls how many times he sighed and flicked your forehead when you messed up during your practice. Despite of that, your caring teacher always there to explain and demonstrate again and again. Also, you can't forget the times you injured yourself because of your clumsiness, and he was always there to help you. Those are the memories that you're always cherish.

"I'll still be in your care, Sensei~" You giggle.

Sitting beside the man you love, you lean your head on his shoulder while getting lost in thought. 12 years huh... They finally make it. The fact that Hanagaki could travel back in time is always unbelievable because to you, it's something that only appears in sci-fi movies. You're really grateful that he tries to save everyone even if he has to risk his life. Not knowing what the future may hold, every moment staying with Mitsuya just becomes precious and you truly appreciate it.

Hina-chan finally escapes from the Death, now they're about to engage. "I'm glad for them."

Hearing your mumble, his left arm, which wrapped around your waist, moves its way up to pat your head. Those fingers that he uses to design beautiful clothes are now gently stroking your hair.

"What're you thinking about?" He asks out of curiosity.

"I was thinking..." After a few seconds of consideration, you say something out of the blue "when will I become a bride?"

From your unexpected answer, Mitsuya completely freezes. His astonished face with raised eyebrows and wide-opened lavender eyes is fully drawn to you. Looks like someone's heart just skips a beat. You really are...

Not seeing the Captain react, you ask him with concern. "Taka— Wh—what???"

As you're about to lift your head up, his hand quickly covers your eyes, pressing it down to the old position. You're wondering what the heck is going, not knowing Mitsuya is facing the other direction, hands cover his face. He's making time for the blush to fade away but it's impossible when you're struggling like this.

"Stay still for awhile, will you?" A long sigh escapes from his lips when you're trying to pull his hand off.

After realizing how physically strong he is, you finally surrender. "Fine, I give up."

The atmosphere go into silent, no one has opened up first because you're waiting for him, and your boyfriend? He's still trying to calm himself down. Once Mitsuya gets back to his cool, usual shelf, he removes his hand to reveal your sound sleeping face.

"[First name]-chan?" He whispers.

Oh... She must be exhausted. Caressing your cheek before moving to your ear, his mind suddenly recalls your words. The Captain tries to move his other hand without waking you up, manages to take something out of his pocket. He then remains silent, eyes are focusing that small box lying in the palm of his right hand. "A bride, you said..."

His thumb opens the box, staring at the thing placing in the middle. For some reasons, your man hesitates before taking out the circle object, raising it up to the night sky and gazing deeply.

"You should fall for someone else." He mumbles.

"That's what I said when you confessed your feelings. But you, you still stay around after everything we went through, after knowing my background." Mitsuya pinches your cheek lightly because he doesn't want to interrupt your sleep.

"How stubborn you are."

You can feel something touch your face but only make an annoyed expression like a reflex.

"You always talk to me, run toward me whenever I'm around, and even learn how to sew. And just like that, I get familiar with your presence in my life."

"I used to think if you were in love with someone else, I would be rooting for you and make sure you find a good guy. But right now, I don't think I can let you go—— No, more like I won't let you go this time."

His hand puts something on your right ear. It's his other signature piercing - a black huggie earring with silver crosses.

"One for me, one for my most important person. Hope you won't laugh at my childish thought, I was young and bold." He chuckles at his own thought.

"I'm not ready to be your spouse yet, not when I'm still struggling with financial issues. I don't want my love to struggle it with me."

"Just a little more, will you wait for me, [First name]-chan?"

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free-pool-trash · 5 years ago

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folklore - isaac lahey {4/?}

part 4!! Hope you guys are liking this so far :) PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!

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“You’re sure about this?” Stiles rolled his eyes at the question, the same question you’d asked four times already. Letting out a dramatic sigh the boy looked you dead in the eyes, “For the fifth time, yes! Now hurry up and stick your needle teeth in me before I change my mind.”

A nervous giggle left your mouth before your could stop it and you grabbed the knife you’d brought with you from home out of the pocket of your jacket, looking at Stiles with an apologetic smile you gently pulled his wrist toward you, “I won’t actually get my fangs until after I feed…” You reminded softly, eyes searching his for any sign of uncertainty.

You were currently sat in the passenger's seat of Stiles’ jeep, the sarcastic boy himself sat beside you in the driver’s seat, both of you had your seat belts unbuckled and your bodies turned towards each other as best you could in the confined space of the jeep that was parked on the outskirts of the woods.

The only feeling in your chest that didn’t belong to you was the nervousness that Stiles assured you was just due to the fact that he was alone in his car with a pretty girl and had absolutely nothing to do with the fact he was about to give a baby vampire her first taste of human blood. It was a good thing that Stiles had agreed to your request, though. To be honest you weren’t sure why he’d said yes but you were grateful nonetheless.

Deaton had made it clear that in order for your transition to be as seamless as possible you’d need to feed on a human who didn’t share your bloodline, which obviously eliminated your parents from the running as well as Scott and Derek since neither of them are technically human. That left you with a choice to make between Isaac and Stiles and considering your decision to keep Isaac out of it, your options were limited.

Thankfully Stiles had responded to your text message of “I really need a favour” quickly and didn’t ask too many questions, he’d mentioned he would rather have you drink his blood than die and you couldn’t lie you were kind of moved by it. Who knew the sarcastic Stiles Stilinski was a sweetheart?

“Oh so we’re using a kitchen knife...fun. Very sanitary.” He commented, eyeing the knife with displeasure obvious on his face and in your chest. You offered him another apologetic smile and tried your best to send a wave of calmness his way- already having started learning how to use your empathic abilities.

When he let out a relaxed sigh, closed his eyes and let his buzzcut head fall back against his head rest you brought the knife to his skin. You cut quickly and as shallow as possible, wincing while he let out a hiss.

Blood oozed from the cut you’d created and suddenly it was as though the rest of the world had simply dulled around you, you could hear Stiles’ heart beat beating like a drum and every single drop of rushing blood sounded in your eyes. Throwing him one last questioning glance you waited until he nodded his head for you to go on before you cautiously raised his wrist to your lips, holding it with both hands and swallowing the saliva that had built up in your mouth at the sight of the red liquid.

Bracing yourself for what would happen next you took a deep breath in. Slowly, you opened your mouth and placed it over the cut you’d made on his pale skin, the taste of metal filled your mouth but it didn’t repulse you like it should have, it tasted good… incredible even. A hum of approval left your throat only to be muffled by an approving sound of his own coming from Stiles.

When you disconnected from his wrist to look at him your eyes widened, he looked absolutely blissed out. Head thrown back against the car seat and a dopey smile on his lips while half lidded eyes stared back at you.

“Are you okay?” You asked him in panic. How were you going to tell Scott that you broke his best friend?

Stiles nodded, his smile only growing as he giggled out his answer, “That felt really good. Really good.” He drawled out his words and you had to laugh, hoping to god that a vampire bite had some kind of euphoric effect and that Stiles didn’t just have some weird blood sucking kink. Although come to think of it you hadn’t actually bit him…

Shaking the thoughts off you sat with Stiles on the outskirts of the forest and waited for him to come down from his high so you could ask him what exactly had happened. After a solid forty-five minutes of staring out into the woods dozily and babbling nonsense as if he’d just smoked an unhealthy amount of weed, the boy beside you finally sobered up.

The first thing he did was look at you with wide eyes, “That- That was awesome.”

“You were kinda gone for a minute there, I was worried I broke you.” You laughed, the noise dying in your throat as he shook his head frantically.

“No! It was like- like I actually don’t know… but when you started drinking it felt like something was injected into my bloodstream! It was like a drug or something, I swear.” He explained excitedly, the positive energy spreading to your chest and forcing a wide smile to grow on your lips.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” He asked jokingly, wiggling his eyebrows and smiling when you let out a hearty laugh. You shrugged casually, an innocent smile playing on your lips that were still stained red with Stiles’ blood, “I guess you were a pretty tasty midnight snack.”

Deaton hadn’t lied when he told you that your fangs growing in would be painful, you’d spent the entire night rolling around your bed in agony after you parted with Stiles. It wasn’t until the sunlight peaked through your curtains that morning that you were finally able to catch your breath, your teeth looking normal as you inspected them in the mirror, only forming fangs when you made an effort to bare them. When you met your own gaze in the mirror you played around with your newest feature, eyes widening as you realized that while you changed your teeth, something else changed too- your eyes. As you barred your fangs your eyes shifted from their usual colour to a glowing lilac purple. A shocked gasp left your lips and your brows furrowed in confusion.

Vampirism seemed to be full of surprises and even still the most shocking thing about your reflection was how undeniably tired you looked. Staying up all night in unbearable pain would do that to you, you supposed sighing heavily and getting yourself ready for the day ahead.

“Hey kiddo.” Your father greeted, not looking up from the book he was reading as you entered the kitchen with your school bag thrown over your shoulder.

Leaning over his shoulder to see what he’d been looking at you let out a laugh when you saw the word written on the top of the page in a gothic black font; Vampyr.

“Some light reading, huh?” You asked teasingly, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen island and leaning against it while you waited for a response.

The man let out a huff before shutting the book and throwing his head back dramatically, greying hair falling in his eyes as he did. “Just tryna figure out everything we can about your new lifestyle.”

A small laugh left your mouth as you made your way out of the kitchen, “Blood sucking and superhuman abilities, what’s more to know?” You called sarcastically, shutting the front door and climbing into your car.

School was loud at the best of times, even before being bitten you could barely stand it especially in the mornings, adding your enhanced hearing and total lack of sleep to the mix seemed like a recipe for disaster. You were ripped from your thoughts when a hand landed on your shoulder, “Oh hey, guys.” You muttered when you looked up from the ground to see Scott and Stiles looking at you with what looked like slight concern, with so many people around it was hard to tune in on what they were actually feeling.

“You look terrible.” Stiles stated bluntly, receiving a light kick in the shin from you, “Yeah well your stupid blood activated my fangs and I was up all night in pain while they grew in.” You grumbled, giving him another light kick for good measure.

Scott chuckled before speaking up, “How did feeding go?”

Before you could answer Stiles was already blabbering excitedly, “Dude! You have to let her bite you it’s like… other worldly!” Your eyes rolled at how over dramatic he made the whole situation sound, sure his blood had been incredible and your bite had put him in a state of pure bliss but for all you knew that could’ve just been a one time thing. Scott stared at Stiles with a suspicious look on his face as the two began to argue playfully, stopping once you cut in, “Alright you too, I’m gonna head to my locker. Stiles try not to think too much about how other worldly I am.” You teased with a wink before walking away.

Isaac had been watching the entire encounter, he’d seen you the second you walked in, he’d seen the way you laughed and chatted with the boys you were seemingly growing closer with and he definitely didn’t miss the wink you threw towards Stilinski before you began walking towards him. He wondered if he wasn’t in the picture would you be better off? His mind torturing him with that fact that since you were placed into different home rooms this year you’d already made a number of new friends. Maybe he was holding you back?

“Whatcha worrying about, Lahey?” Your soft voice shook him out of his quickly self degrading train of thought and when his eyes met yours all worries about himself went away as he focused solely on you and your tired eyes.

“You…” He told you, eyes trailing over your face before coming back to your eyes. “Are you not sleeping?” He asked, concern dripping from every word. His hand found yours and you simply nodded your head, there was no point in lying to him about it when you knew damn well you were probably going to pass out at some point during the day.

“It was just last night, I had a really bad toothache.” Technically it wasn’t a lie and by the way his eyes glanced over your puffier than normal cheeks you knew he believed you.

Isaac nodded his head, keeping his soft grip on your hand as he looked at you for a moment longer, “You sure here’s the best place to be?” He fretted, his eyebrows coming to a furrow. Worry began to build up in your chest along with every other feeling being felt by every other hormonal teenager who walked the halls. They crashed over you in waves, one after the other and relentlessly leading you to seriously consider Isaac’s question.

“(Y/n) I think you should go home, you’ve got the same look on your face as you did that night in the hospital…” Isaac pointed out as he let go of your hand.

Even though he was standing right in front of you, again like that night in the hospital, his voice sounded distant. Instead of excessive noise this time it was overwhelming emotions clouding your mind and as opposed to ringing in your ears all you could feel was a volcano of feelings threatening to erupt in your chest. There seemed to be something about Isaac- it was like he triggered your powers, whenever he was with you they were at their strongest and you didn’t know whether or not that was a good thing.

As his hand slipped out of yours you felt yourself pulling it back to you as quickly as possible without triggering your new vampire speed, because while Isaac triggered you- you felt as though he was also the only thing stopping you from losing control.

“Hey, you ok?” His voice sounded again, prompting you to squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to gain some kind of leverage over the car crash of emotions flooding your every breath, you took a deep breath before you opened your eyes, locking your gaze with Isacc’s.

His eyebrows were furrowed together and the amount of concern he held for you in the moment would’ve warmed your heart if it wasn’t already crushing it. “I think I should wait a few more days.” You reasoned out loud, nodding your head mirroring Isaac as he nodded in agreement, adjusting your grip on his hand so you weren’t just grabbing on to it. He intertwined his fingers with your own and led you towards the school doors muttering, “Give me your keys, I’ll take you home.”

“If you miss school you’ll get in trouble.” You reminded him weakly, fatigue getting the best of you as you leaned against his side for support, not seeing him shake his head, “Nah, he won’t be mad if it’s about you. Didn’t touch me the whole time you were in hospital.” Isaac informed you as he snatched your car keys out of your jacket pocket himself, trying to fight a grin at the dopey look on your face as you stared up at him.

“He didn’t?” You questioned when the pressure in your chest began to release, only when you moved your gaze away from your best friend’s face did you notice that he had already brought you to your car, he opened the passenger side door and looked at you expectantly, motioning for you to get in, “Come on, sleepy head. Get in the car.” With a sigh of defeat you plopped yourself into the seat, watching as Isaac shut the door and made his way around to the driver’s side, quickly hopping in and leaving the school grounds so you wouldn’t get written up.

“Nope. Said he didn’t want me stressing you out with my ‘little accidents’” He kept his eyes on the road as he spoke and you tried your best not to make your staring too obvious. It was a rare sight though, seeing him with no scrapes or bruises, you liked it a lot. At least it meant he wasn’t hurting physically.

“Maybe I should get injured more often then.” You told him tiredly, head beginning to lull, soothed by the warm feeling spreading across your chest

Isaac laughed humorlessly, glancing at you briefly before returning his gaze to the road ahead of him, “Honestly I’d rather get beaten black and blue than see you hurt for another second.”

The warmth in your chest only grew as you gazed at him, “I could say the same.” He laughed again only this time it was sweet, “How about we both try not to get our asses handed to us?”

As the words left his mouth the car had pulled into your driveway, your mother’s car was out of sight and your father would’ve left for work by now so it seemed that you and Isaac would have the place to yourselves.

When you got inside you dropped your bag on the hallway floor and made a beeline towards the stairs, waiting for your best friend to follow you as he usually did only this time he didn’t move. Isaac stood rigidly in the doorway, his teeth gnawing on the inside of his cheeks as indecisiveness radiated off his form.

“Come on, I know you didn’t ditch school just to drop me home…” You tried to lighten the mood but your words only confused him further. He only stares at you in contemplation, his teeth moving to chew on his bottom lip. “What’s wrong?” You asked, voice dripping with concern.

Little did you know his mind was running wild with the same thoughts that had plagued him earlier that morning, maybe you didn’t want him with you… maybe you would’ve preferred Scott or even Stilinski. Before he could apply any sort of logic to the thoughts his mouth started moving, “Do you want me to stay? It’s fine if you’d rather- I don’t know call Scott or something?”

You felt bad for laughing, you really did but the question definitely had not been what you were expecting, his jealousy towards Scott and even Stiles was clear as day but you didn’t realize he was so blinded by it. “Isaac, I love you so much but that is the worst suggestion you’ve made all day.” You told him through a laugh, moving from the stairs back to the front door, shutting it after you pulled Isaac inside and looked him in the eyes.

Drowsily you placed both of your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to meet your eyes, “Don’t get me wrong, Scott and Stiles are great” You started, pausing to squish his cheeks together to drive you point as you finished, “But they’re not you.” Isaac smiled down at you sweetly, escaping your grasp to pull you against him in a hug and once again that warm feeling flooded your chest again. It was different that the others you’d felt so far, the others seemed to sit on your chest or weighed it down, but this feeling felt as though it was simply floating over it, it wasn’t heavy or overwhelming but light and comforting. You sunk into it for a second, eyes falling shut as you let out a hum of approval when Isaac’s grip around you tightened ever so slightly.

Pulling yourself away before you fell asleep right where you stood you grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs, “Alright dumbass, I need a nap we can cuddle upstairs.” You grumbled only to have him laugh and push your shoulder playfully, “You’re the worst, (L/n)”

“Mhm, and don’t you forget it, Lahey.”

“Call her. Now.” Derek growled out at Stiles demandingly causing him to throw his arms in the air in frustration, “And what’s she gonna do about it? Huh? Suck your blood?” Stiles retorted, sarcastically.

“No,” The older man once again growled, “She can heal it. Now, call her.”

“You suck, you know that right?” Stiles mumbled as Derek ignored him, clutching his arm in pain as the boy with the buzzcut finally began to dial your number.

After a minute, Stiles lowered the phone from his ear, “She’s not answering.”

“Then call her again.”

You groaned into Isaac’s shoulder as your phone rang for the fifth time waking you from your longer than intended nap, groggily you grabbed your phone from behind you on the night stand as best you could without removing yourself from Isaac.

Finally grabbing hold of it you held it to your ear, not bothering to check the caller ID before answering, “Hello?”

“Finally. (Y/n) listen to me-” Your face contorted in confusion at the sound of the frantic voice on the other line, “Derek?” You questioned, still half asleep and Isaac’s hand running through your hair didn’t help with the matter of waking you up.

“Yes, (Y/n) it’s Derek-” “And Stiles!” “Shut up!”

You couldn’t help but wince at the volume of their voices, finally sitting up, “Both of you shut up. What do you want?” You grumbled crankily.

“Allison’s aunt shot me.” Derek told you bluntly causing your eyes to widen and your voice to pitch, “What? Are you okay?”

“I need your help.” He admitted causing your shock to grow significantly, “How the hell am I supposed to help?” You asked panicked, trying to calm your beating heart when it dawned on you that your best friend was right beside you.

Stiles voice cut in this time, sounding just as frustrated, if not more, than Derek, “Do you have to be so cryptic all the time? God. (Y/n) I’m taking him to Deaton’s okay? The pet clinic. Just meet us there alright?”

“Okay, got it.” You sighed, quickly hanging up and jumping out of your comfortable bed, letting out a laugh when you noticed the sun had long since set, you must’ve been asleep for hours.

“You ok?” Isaac asked. Standing now too.

“Yeah, Derek needs me for something.” You told him, irritation clear on your face. “I’ll drive you home.” You sighed and gave the boy an apologetic smile,

Hurriedly you made your way into the pet clinic after dropping Isaac off, eyes widening at the state Derek was in, “Jesus, you really got shot, huh?”

The wolf nodded with an insincere smile on his face, eyes narrowed in your direction, “Yes. Now come here, I need your blood.” Derek demanded, rolling his eyes when you recoiled in disgust, “Come again?”

Derek sighed impatiently, only bothering to give you a half assed explanation, “The bullet that shot me has a toxin in it, vampire blood will stop it long enough for Scott to get here.” He grabbed your wrist and pushed it toward your mouth, “Bite.” He instructed, hesitantly you bore your fangs, eyes flashing in the process, and bit into your wrist, wincing as you broke the skin before you removed your fangs and held the limb toward Derek who immediately attached his lips to the bleeding area, “Gross…” You murmured, scrunching up your nose as Stiles looked at the scene with as much distaste as you.

When he was finally done with your wrist you saw that the marks your fangs had left only a minute ago were gone and besides the spit from Derek which you wiped off on your shirt with a grimace, it was like nothing had been there at all. “What the hell?” You voiced in confusion, staring at your wrist.

“Okay, so vampires heal too.” Stiles deducted, nodding his head approvingly.

“They can heal themselves but they can also heal others. With their blood.” Derek finally explained coherently.

“You’re not healing though.” You pointed out matter of factly, prompting the older man to let out a sigh, “There’s wolfsbane in my system. Your blood will dilute it but it won’t stop it completely, I need the bullet.” He said vaguely to which you only nodded, not bothered asking him any more questions, he sucked at answering.

Deciding to leave Derek to his brooding you made yourself comfortable next to Stiles, “So Allison’s aunt?” Stiles nodded, “Yep. Pretty funny considering Scott went over to Allison’s after school today to ‘study’” He told you making air quotes with his fingers.

“I gotta be honest Stiles… I don’t trust her.” You voiced your concerns, chewing on your bottom lip. Stiles looked at you with a confused glance, “Allison? Why not?”

You shook your head, staring distantly out the window as you mulled over his question. You couldn’t explain it but there was something about the Argent girl that just didn’t sit right with you, she felt volatile, confused even. Like given the right motivation she’d switch teams without thinking twice

Turning back to meet Stiles’ eyes you shrugged your shoulders, “Just an intuitive feeling.”

#isaac lahey x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #derek hale x reader #scott mccall x reader #teen wolf x reader #folklore i.l

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 5 years ago

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An Ephemeral Eternity in Seven Parts - Steve Rogers x Reader.

MASTERLIST Warnings: My English, Gifs aren’t mine. Word Count~3.4k Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

PART VI

A soft red color was painting the deep blue sky as the sun run its course and went back to sleep, an omen for the upcoming day. The air was chilly and clouds were gathering, threatening the very delicate, almost feeble peace that had been bestowed upon them. Being constantly on the move was not easy, especially since they were always followed. Not a single moment was private, yet somehow they managed to escape, not for long but those stolen minutes or hours were exactly what kept them sane. Well, sane enough. "Did you manage to get any sleep?" Natasha asked her, not looking better herself as she walked into her room. She rolled her eyes to the now blond woman and simply raised an eyebrow. "Did you?" she asked back, receiving the exact same reaction. Natasha sat down, next to her, handing her a cup of coffee, which was very much appreciated. Her life had change; she would try to sleep at some point during the day and she would run and hide all night long or better yet trying to stay away from the people looking for her. Well, all of them, since they were criminals as people have told them, but she had an extra target on her back - and maybe even more dangerous than all the government's satellites. Not only Tony wanted her alive and found but she felt the threat vibrating through her veins. She knew that Tony didn't want his name ruined and/or associated with a criminal and that was why she would never let him find her - it wasn't just so they could talk, no, his reasons were always a bit egocentric. At least, so she thought. "Once Sam and Steve are back, we have to be on our way" Natasha told her, snapping her out of her mind. "If we find Wanda and Vision, that is" she commented as she downed her coffee in hopes of some kind of an energy kick. The blond woman raised an eyebrow, disapproving the recklessness in that relationship. Vision had to report their situation but instead he went incognito for the last couple of days. "Speaking of... you and Steve seem distant lately. What happened?" she wanted to know. That was the issue though. Nobody knew... at some point, their talks stopped happening so often, their time together became shorter, their kisses almost disappeared, leaving her to question what had happened. She shrugged as if it didn't bother her. Natasha knew better but didn't push it. "Alright, I'm just saying. Don't give up just yet" Nat advised her, while she packed the few things left out. She got up to help but not a moment later, a furious Sam and a slightly aggravated Steve walking in on them. "They are in trouble" Steve announced, already getting ready to fight. "Because they didn't do as told" Sam sassed but no one could blame them. They all prepared for the worst. And everyone already knew their places. She had chose not to be active because she had made a realization that wasn't so pleasing. Her powers drew from her - so every time she used her powers, came with a cost. She was the stand-by pilot of the Quinjet, observing and if needed intervening while the other three were handling the fists. She was mostly using her powers to hide them from the radars and it took a toll on her. Not long after that, they were all in the Jet, heading to Wanda and Vision. No one talked, no one looked each other. She felt estranged. "We're here" she informed shortly after. Steve simply nodded and she grew even more angry and worried. "We'll be right up" Natasha soothed, as she opened the doors of the Jet. Once she was alone again, she let the anger go but her mind was travelling to dark places. It wasn't anger, it was desperation and agony. A painful scream was about to escape her lips when they came back with the two lovers. "I thought we had a deal. Stay close, check in. Don't take any chances" Natasha reprimanded Wanda, while Steve glanced over to her, leaving her with all the more questions. "I am sorry. We just wanted time" Wanda said with tears in her eyes. "Sam, you're on. I am going to try to help Vis, but I can't promise you anything" she finally came to her senses, leaving Sam to pilot them away, as she sat next to Wanda. "Be careful" Steve told her, almost too airy. She didn't turn when she replied that she wasn't gonna hurt Vision. He stopped in front of her, and before answering to Sam, he answered to her. "I was talking about you". That made her head swing. He tore his eyes from hers to give directions to Sam. Natasha gave a small smile, a sad one, because she knew how hard it was to love in the midst of a war. "Where to, Cap?" he asked again. He took a deep breath. "Home". What was that? She couldn't remember. Focusing on Vision, her eyes turned lilac again - soon after her lessons from Strange, she was able to channel her power through every single cell of her body, thus affecting them, both in a good and in a bad way. She had never exactly understood what was triggering her powers to resurface whenever she needed them. But in that moment she knew exactly how to help him and so she did. She didn't notice anything other than the ordinary but everyone else did. The lights went off inside the Jet, a small purple lightning appeared in the sky and her powers were suddenly all over Vision like a cocoon. Moments later, everything was back to normal and Vision had regained his form but he wasn't in his original shape, which made her furrow her eyebrows, puzzled at her capabilities. "Don't wear yourself out; I am better and we are arriving. Thank you" Vision reasoned with her thoughts. She raised an eyebrow - she didn't like it when he did that, but she knew he was right. Steve hadn't taken his eyes off of her the whole time. He was concerned about her. He was terrified when she went full on purple but not for his sake. He was worried about the side-effects. He was also a tad proud about her; and just a bit guilty about his behavior towards her. He had asked her to run with them, asked to be a fugitive, to stand against Tony again and she had devoted herself and her powers towards that mission - and he was being a jerk. And she hadn't given up on him still. He owed her more than an apology. "Maybe stand behind us, so no matter what Tony won't find out that you're here" Natasha offered her and she was thankful for her quick thinking. Her veins were purple, Steve noticed. They locked eyes. Trouble was on its way.

"So... So we gotta assume they're coming back, right?" Natasha stated the obvious. Everyone was nervous, some of them terrified even.

"And they can clearly find us" Wanda added as her sole focus was on Vision. "We need all hands on deck. Where's Clint?" Bruce added, being the first to know the enemy. "After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal. It was too tough on their families, they're on house arrest" Natasha explained to him while they were examining each other. Steve was looking at her, worried. "Okay, look… Thanos has the biggest army in the universe. And he is not gonna stop until he... he gets... Vision's Stone". For a scientist, he wasn't exactly helpful at that moment. She wasn't talking, not sure if she had to say something. But sure enough that if Thanos could get ahold of all the infinity stones, no one could stop him - if she was powerful without all of their powers, he would be death itself. She turned her back on them, thinking about every possibility. "Well then, we have to protect it" Nat had to be optimistic, while in fact knowing extremely well that wasn't the case. "No, we have to destroy it. I've been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head, about its nature. But also, its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source, something, very similar to its own signature, perhaps… its molecular integrity could fail" Vision addressed Wanda as he neared her. She was clearly not having it. "And you, with it. We're not having this conversation". Her head was spinning, thoughts overflowing with images of catastrophe. "Eliminating the stone is the only way to be certain that Thanos can't get it". She wasn't sure about that and it scared her more than anything. "That's too high a price". And she agreed with Wanda. If that was Steve, she would likely be a bit too fierce. "Thanos threatens half the Universe. One life cannot stand in the way of defeating him". It wasn't the time for heroism, she thought. It was already overwhelming her. "But it should, we don't trade lives, Vision" Steve boldly said, making her turn and finally looked at him with all the desperation of the world. "Captain, 70 years ago, you laid down your life to save how many millions of people. Tell me, why is this any different?". It felt too much for her. The last hour it has been about the end of the world and honestly, she felt angry and trapped. Without even realizing it, a jolt of purple energy was sent directly to Vision. She gasped and before she could actually harm somebody, she whispered an apology and run out of the room. If Thanos was coming, she was as good as dead.

The night unfolding in front of her was gloomy, dark and ominous with storm clouds. A starless night, without a single ray of hope to shine through and ease her mind. She had yet to come to terms with her very essence. She had been confident about her powers, herself and so, naturally, the more it hurt once she was proven wrong. Which was slowly making her reluctant to trust anything- even her own gut feelings. Because when she had been so sure of something and it didn't happen the way she thought it would, it felt like she was betrayed by herself. These expectations and the hope that she had given herself- she did that, she gave herself all this hope when she shouldn’t have, and then she got hurt. So subconsciously she won’t let herself have that much hope the next time. That was how getting hurt was slowly destroying her. She got less and less optimistic and hopeful. She felt that deep inside her bones; she would never come completely back. She was so deep in her head, she didn't even hear him opening and closing the door. She was a skeleton made out of flowers, seeds lodged themselves in her bones, tangled roots spread across her frame, a delicate network of nerves and veins; she was a garden on a cemetery floor, beauty born of compost and worms, watered by rain and shallow tears, sinking into rich earth...hoping to rise again. He softly touched her shoulder making her slightly jump. It was strange for him to watch her so lost in her mind. "Is Vision okay?" she asked him, seemingly worried but he knew her better than that. She knew he was fine, she just needed one more reason to hate herself. He stood near her, not quite sure what to do. "Of course he is. Are you?" he found the courage to ask her. It was difficult looking at her and knowing she was not alright but not being able to help her. Maybe he was the positive fucking little unicorn and even though the past months had been cruel to all of them and he had grown different, he still wanted to help - mostly her. "Nope, definitely no" she truthfully told him, as she turned to look at his blue ocean eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to pull herself together. He was about to tell her something about positivity but she didn't want to hear any of it and cut him off. "No, Steve, don't tell me that things will be better, that I will be able to control those freacking powers- the same ones that Thanos wants to obtain. Don't tell me that there is hope, cause I have none. I can't look you directly in the eye and tell that I'll be able to help. I guessing that I will be able to destroy. Don't ask me what. And no, I don't want to hear to whatever advice you have. I am sorry but it's all happening so fast, so many things are going on and I can't even breathe. And you what? On top of everything, I still think about you. Are we just friends if it’s your breath on my neck late at night or if it’s our laced fingers beneath your covers? How tightly do we need to be pressed against each other before you admit that you aren’t doing this for warmth? How many times does your thumb need to brush my lips before we realize that we’ve gone too far?" she let on, giving him absolutely no warnings that she would burst like that. She caught him by surprise and she saw that, so she chuckled sadly and waved her hands to dismiss every words she said. She always did that - demining her own thoughts and problems when she was overwhelming towards another. But he wasn't going to let her. For a reason he did not know, he was growing angry. That was a lie, he knew exactly why. He cared about her way too much to let her ruin herself. "Hey - no, hey, I'm talking to you. Don't you DARE walk away now. You don't get to tell me this just to erase it after a moment" he almost yelled at her the minute she tried to leave. She was taken aback. This was new. She had never seen him mad at her. Not that it scared her but it was different and gained her attention. "Fuck this! No, it's not gonna be okay. There is a war upon us and it's scary as fuck because we have to go against someone so deprived of any common sense who craves your fucking powers. And your powers scare the hell out of us but you didn't want them- he does. I don't believe you for a second. I know you can master them, so stop being a fucking coward and learn how to, work on that. Control what has been given to you - it doesn't matter if you suffered or not. You have those god-damn powers. And you're stronger than anyone I know. Not because you have them. Because it's who you are. And no. We are not friends. We never were" and with that he grabbed her by her waist and slammed her against his body, lips desperately craving hers.

"Eyes up. Stay sharp". By the time he informed as such, she was already making her way towards him, only to witness the Mad Titan sent him flying with the same purple jolt of power she possessed without having struck a single punch. T'Challa was grabbed by his throat and punched to the ground while Sam's wings became rubbery and unable to sustain flight. She kneeled down next to Steve to make sure he was still alive - she would probably loose it if he wasn't. When he opened his eyes, she finally breathed again, leaving him with a silent promise. All bloody and bruised, they needed to survive this. She heard Vision and Wanda and her heart broke. The least she could was give them time. "It shouldn't be you, but it is. It's all right. You could never hurt me. I just... feel you" Vision tried to soothe her pain as she extended a trembling hand, beaming her energy at the Mind Stone. She glanced at them, trying to focus all her power into stopping Thanos. She was running towards him when Steve slid under one blow and came up swinging his deployed arm-shields, punching Thanos in the gut and chin. He grabbed the gauntlet, keeping Thanos' fingers un-clenched. Thanos looked very briefly impressed at Steve’s efforts as he screamed before slamming a fist into his head and rendering him insensible. She let out a scream when Wanda looked over her shoulders. Purple jolts and beams of power hit the Mad Titan as she was determent to keep him away from the couple. If that was their goodbye, she was going to give them as much time as she could. Impressed by her ability to make him step back couple of meters, he tried to use his powers but Wanda joined her in a last effort. The two women looked at each other, understanding the pain Wanda felt as she nodded. "It's alright... It's alright. I love you". She struck again and again but her worst fear was coming true; her powers weren't enough. Taking a deep breath, she made a run for it, grabbed him by his massive hand and pushed his other out of her way with her powers, while she tried to get off of him the gauntlet. It took a great amount of power for him to knock her down and almost dead, something he informed her of. "You did better than most". She barely saw what happened, almost too weak to breathe. But when Wanda screamed in pain, she found the strength to pull it together, no matter how she felt and stood up, just when Thor arrived in the scene and the Stormbreaker slammed right into Thanos chest. She looked with eyes wide open when he didn't slow down. Steve was up again, and Bucky came rushing through. Both of them were looking tired, beaten and lost. One last effort before everything went to hell. Thor took hold of the back of Thanos' head, forcing the Stormbreaker deeper into his chest and she blasted that spot with all of her power, making him cry in pain. He looked at her slightly aggravated. "You should have gone for the head!" he yelled as he raised his gauntlet and snapped his fingers.

"What'd you do? WHAT'D YOU DO?!" Thor was asking angrily. But he used the space stone and left. "Where'd he go? Thor... where'd he go?" Steve stumbled into the clearing, holding his left side. She was almost too overwhelmed, she couldn't feel. "Steve?" Bucky suddenly stumbled over, and looked at her before he collapsed into ashes, much to Steve's shock; he walked over and touched the ground where Bucky's ashes evaporated disbelievingly. Shock washed over her, her entire body was trembling. "What is this? What the hell is happening?" Rhodes asked mere moments later, as Natasha appeared too, but to her … it felt like an eternity. She was literally vibrating with purple jolts of energy forming in her fingers. "Oh, God". Her body was going into shock; or maybe survival mode; or it was just too much. With a scream that echoed in the entire country, she fell down on her knees and as her hands touched the earth every single drop of power was released along with her previously so well hidden tears. It wasn't only purple. It was blue and red and yellow. She was in pain and never even noticed. She was suffocating. She wanted to smash his head open, make him pay for everything he had done, make him suffer before she finally killed him. Once her rage subsided, she opened up her eyes, facing the pain stained faces of the people that remained. He saw him, devastated, tragically alone again, looking at her with nothing but pain and questions. It wasn't him who helped her up and supported her weight. And it would never be Bucky again. Right before she passed out, she saw Thor's distressed face. He too had lost everything. "I got you".

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littleogreboii · 5 years ago

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Soleil

Summary:

God of death with a gaze of woe, spoke to me and he told me so: "Fast, before I will lose control, please, have mercy and save my soul."

If you were to ask Soul, Maka was the sun and Soul was the moon, and Maka deserved the world.

Warnings:

Major Character Death | Brief Description of a Dead Body

AN:

This is based off the song Soleil by Toraboruta-P and I used the English translyrics by JoyDreamer. You can find her cover here. I personally really like Lizz's cover. I just think Lizz's softer voice goes with the tone of the song a bit more.

It’s like midnight for me at the moment so I apologise if there’s any mistakes or if it’s just generally trash, but like it’s too late now.

AO3

God of death with a gaze of woe, spoke to me and he told me so:

"Fast, before I will lose control, please, have mercy and save my soul."

Maka looks upon the being that used to resemble her dearest friend. If she looks closely she can still almost see ribbons of pink hair bursting out of the darkness. The ribbons are fast decreasing and she knows it won’t be long until they’re fully lost.

Soul pushes Maka back, brandishing a scythe to protect them from the blades. “Maka. Pay attention.” He thrusts the scythe forward and leaps back, reaching out to pull Maka with him.

“But Soul…” She breaths, hand ghosting her mouth. “Can’t you hear?” It’s evident in the way Soul doesn’t hesitate to defend the two of them that he can’t, but it’s all she can hear.

“Save me.” The being cries. “Help.” They continue. And the voice is so familiar that Maka fails to suppress a shudder.

“Chrona.” She whispers and that catches Soul’s attention. He puts more distance between them and the being. They retreat into the trees, knowing the being will have a harder time manoeuvering the terrain.

“What do you mean?” He leans against a tree, catching his breath.

“It’s Chrona.” She collapses to her knees. Her hands dig into the dirt as the tears run down her face. “It’s Chrona.”

All the pain you feel, I am sure you didn't wish for that

And the looks that you bear are so grim, those you wear

Maka can remember a simpler time when the three of them were kids. Chrona’s wings had always been slightly darker than her’s and Soul’s, but Maka passed it off as a trick of the light. They hadn’t shared much of their childhood with Soul and Maka, but the flashes Chrona gave away suggested it wasn’t pleasant. They had that in common with Soul.

The most common occurrence in these flashes had been the name ‘Medusa’. Maka had quickly decided she wasn’t a fan of Medusa, but she thought that Chrona was free as long as they were with her and Soul. She’d been wrong.

One day, Chrona had been there, the next, they were gone. Maka had dragged Soul along to search for them and on the way they had encountered many different people. Maka spares a thought for those people whom she knows are waiting in the village for Soul to slay the being. It’s his final trial on his way to adulthood and he bought Maka along. She knows he regrets bringing her, but she can’t remember the last time they’d been separated. Still, with the knowledge that this is Chrona, she can’t bring herself to simply let Soul kill them. There has to be another way.

Maka’s mind flicks back to the woman’s body she’d found on the floor of Medusa’s house. The body had been tainted blue with blisters forming along the arms and face. Dried blood and rotting meat had flooded her senses. A large cut straight through the body’s chest was the last thing she remembers of that day. She couldn’t tell you how she got out. She assumes Soul had something to do with it, always better at biting back his emotions.

She can’t bear the thought of Chrona looking like that woman had. She has to do something now and it has to be fast.

Shining bright, she is like the sun, waiting there for her fate to come

Holding out her hand with the flow, smiling as she then told you so:

Chrona breaks through the last of the trees and Soul rises to protect Maka. Maka rises too. She walks past Soul and pushes his weapon down. She reaches out her arms towards Chrona, allowing a soft smile to take residence upon her face.

She remembers the first time she met Chrona. They’d attempted to steal food from her and Soul. Soul had ended up with a gash from that encounter, but soon after, they’d met again. That time, Maka had offered up some food to Chrona with a careful smile. Chrona had broken down to her not long after that and she’d held their hand through it all. Chrona’s tiny wings had been so fragile back then.

Now, Chrona’s jet black wings cast shadows over Maka’s small frame. She ignores this, extending her arms closer to Chrona.

"It is quite alright, I shall take the darkness that you hold

And I will change your shape, as a bird you can escape

“I’m so sorry, Chrona.” Maka begins, taking another step towards Chrona. “I should have been there for you, but it’s alright now.” She wraps her arms around Chrona, avoiding the blades threatening to dig into her skin. “Yes, it is quite alright.”

The darkness inside Chrona is infectious and the memories they carry with them stream into Maka. The times they all spent together seem so far away with the way Medusa seems to slither into every inch of them. All Maka can see is the harsh words and bitter manipulation Medusa instilled inside of Chrona.

She forces herself to look past that. She thinks of the games they all played together under the shining sun. “I can feel it all. I’m so sorry, but it’s ok now. I shall take it all away.” She bites her lip. “I don’t think we can return to how things were before, but it’s not too late.” She hugs Chrona tighter. “Yes, I think a bird would be perfect for you.”

You can fly to place far away, in the sky you are free everyday

If you don't have a goal or a prey, then it's fine 'cause with me you can stay"

Soul watches as Chrona begins to morph. For a moment, he catches a glimpse of the old Chrona. He sees the lilac hair and lanky stature that they always carried. It fades as more of the darkness seeps away. He watches the darkness make it’s bed in Maka’s arms, soaking them in ashen tones. He tells himself it’s ok. Maka is strong.

Maka continues her speech. “As a bird, you’ll be free to go wherever. Medusa will never find you.” She hesitates. “But, if you have nowhere to go, you’re always welcome to stay with me, Chrona.” She leans her head against Chrona. “Always.”

Maka is forced to release them as they shift even further. She shudders, a permanent chill settling into her spine. Soul comes up beside her and wraps her in a side hug. She leans into it, drowning herself in the scent of his sweat. Anything other than blood.

White as told, wings unfold, here it stays, following always

The black in Chrona’s wings bleeds out, replaced with a blinding white. They’re far whiter than Soul’s wings have ever been and he worries Maka has overdone it. Chrona shrinks down, seemingly into ash, until all that remains are their wings. Out from the ash a white dove appears and Soul can tell Chrona remembers everything now.

The bird flies out of the ashes, high into the air and the sunlight reflects off their wings. Maka faces Soul shooting him a reassured smile, but Soul can only watch Chrona. He’s enchanted by the way Maka washed away all of Chrona’s darkness with such ease. Chrona returns to the two of them, fluttering about at eye level.

Soul’s eyes are drawn behind Chrona to the dark cloud approaching from the village.

Many more are wanting now her to save them all somehow

And the girl was reaching out saving them without a doubt

It’s to be expected that everyone flocks to Maka wanting them to purge the darkness from them as well. The greed only increases the darkness and people are becoming tainted faster than before. They wave off their sins, knowing Maka will be there to save them at the moment they lose themselves. Soul can only watch from the side as her wings begin to taint.

The first boy she helps is one she’s met before. He’d introduced himself as Kid back then. He’d been tainted by his obsession with symmetry. It had driven him to the point of wanting to reduce everything to zero to create a ‘perfect’ world. However, the first step for a perfect world involved eliminating humans as they are the biggest wrongs in the world. Maka takes that obsession with nothing less than a smile. She squashes it down when it threatens to overtake her. She thinks of the beauty that the imperfections of the world holds.

The next boy she helps is an obnoxious one. His desire to be the strongest had set him down the path of the demon and he’d thrown himself into the darkness full throttle. The girl that accompanies him, introduces him as Black Star. Soul knows the girl will soon follow Black Star into darkness and can only hope that she doesn’t come to Maka when that happens.

Maka steals the desire to be the strongest away and reminds him that power that risks harming those he loves isn’t worth it. Later when Soul asks how she dealt with the darkness Black Star held, she’ll laugh and state that she has so desire to get stronger unless she’s getting stronger alongside Soul. Soul’s heart begins to break at the notion.

The girl finds her way back to them soon after, the darkness absorbing her. Her wings tainted by the lies she’d drowned herself in to keep others happy. Soul finds this one the most pitiful. Her lies made to keep others happy had only brought them misery.

“Tsubaki,” Soul laughs, “Truly a pitiful flower.” He decides the name suits her. However, the laugh fails when he notices the lies that begin to slip past Maka’s tongue with more ease than they used to.

Two siblings appear next. They remind him of Chrona. A life full of misery, only the sibling turned that misery into weapons. Liz and Patty, the demon sisters, a name that the siblings don’t seem to appreciate. Maka struggles to take the darkness from these two. They’ve been holding onto their anger for so long that there’s barely anything left to save, but Maka, ‘perfect angelic’ Maka, does it anyway.

Slowly as all the birds were to fly, she was in there among in the sky

'Cause the birds were all covered in white, she had turned just as dark as the night

Soul finds it harder to be around Maka these days. She snaps over the smallest thing and he spends most of his time walking on eggshells. He can never bring himself to blame her though. He knows that there’s no stopping her and he also knows he could never bring himself to leave her.

More people come and she saves all of them without hesitation. They hardly speak to each other now and Soul longs for the days of their childhood where Maka would smile with all the light in the world.

The day comes when there’s no more light she can give. At that time, the sky is filled with beautiful white birds, but Soul doesn’t care for them. He only has eyes for Maka. He squints through the blinding light rays and finds her in the centre of it all. Her skin no longer glows and her eyes hold no light.

She's consumed by the darkness they bore, she will never wake up anymore

'Cause she used all the strength she would hold, now her body is finally cold

It’s Soul’s turn to remember the body they found all that time ago. He didn’t allow himself to react at the time, too concerned for Maka, but now she’s in the same situation and it’s all he can think about. But, instead of the body, all he can see is Maka led like that. It bubbles up inside him, until he can barely breathe.

He can’t imagine a world without Maka. She’s all he’s had for so long. He can’t remember what his parents look like and it’s been a long time since he heard from Wes. Chrona never stayed for him. Even now, he can spot Chrona circling Maka’s body. He wishes Maka had never saved Chrona. He wishes he had the courage to kill Chrona in the first place. But most importantly, he wishes he’d never brought Maka with him to the edge of the forest to face Chrona in the first place. He’s a coward and it’s cost him his light.

Grieving bird, gave his word, took the pain, darkness and all vain

Maka doesn’t deserve to be cold and empty. She should be full of life and warmth. He curls his hands into fists as he resolves himself. Maka managed to take all that darkness so why couldn’t he? What was stopping him from saving her? Nothing.

His wings had been small for so long, but he focuses all his energy into them, willing them bigger. He needs to be able to fly so he can reach her. He screams as the wings rip out of him, stretching out. Feathers fall off him, but he doesn’t care. The wings remind him of Chrona’s and he reassures himself that his wings remain white for the moment.

Through the clouds up he would fly, birds in black where all over the sky

Now you shine like the gold on the sea, all because you are Soleil

Hesitantly, he beats his wings. Once. Then twice. His whole body shakes under the force and he stumbles forward. He steels himself before running forward towards the edge of the cliff. He jumps up and beats his wings. Up he goes, past the sea of white and into the realm of darkness.

Black birds circle Maka and Chrona, still hoping she’ll save them. They charge him as he passes, trying to pass the darkness onto him. His wings are tearing and he fears he won’t make it. He reaches out his hand and it brushes against Maka’s back. He pushes up and lifts her higher. He keeps flying, carrying Maka with him. Chrona follows and Soul knows they’re encouraging him.

He breaks through the clouds and the light washes over Maka. The darkness floods into Soul, but Soul just watches the way the light warms Maka. His hair dyes white and his eyes flash red. His body shifts and changes, but he’s content to watch the light bounce off Maka’s eyes. She’s finally in her rightful place, under the sun. Her light brown hair glows with the sun.

His wings give one last flap before breaking off. Soul wraps his arms around Maka and allows the darkness to finally take him. He falls, using his body as a cushion for Maka.

It’s a lost cause, but he doesn’t know that.

For just a moment, Soul’s eyes open and he swears he sees the three of them, him, Maka and Chrona, sitting under a tree together as children once more.

#soul eater #soul eater evans #maka albarn #crona gorgon #chrona #crona #how do you spell chrona's name???#soul eater ff #soul eater fanfic #se ff #se fanfic #implied soma #soma #soul x maka #implied soul x maka #soul eater au #se au

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ethicaltreatmentofcowplants · 3 months ago

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lee's score + more

@fl0pera - Lee was exactly the troll we both hoped he would be - and yet with enough moments of humanity and self-doubt to feel multi-dimensional (well, when I wasn't nudging him to be mean for his exit video that is lololol). And he was nice to look at while also visually conveying something of an arsehole. If my 20 year old self could have created the perfect man physically, he’d have been it - buuut also my 20 year old self was a dumbarse.

He could potentially grow from this - orrr he could still be a fuckb0i through and through. While it’s less entertaining, I’d recommend the route of being nice to him. It requires less brains and talent 😛

(Also his friendship with Tiago was so adorbs and pure.)

#full screen for best quality #simply lilac #simply lilac round one #simply lilac eliminations #lee daniels by fl0pera #lilac moon #tw: gif #cw: gif

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sixqueendom · 5 years ago

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New Fanfic: If Only You Would Listen, Chapter 3

So, after having a few requests to, I’ve decided to post my new fic on here as well as AO3. If you would prefer to read on AO3, I have included the link below! No real warnings for this one. Just the usual angst I'm sure you've grown accustomed to with my fics if you’ve read any of my previous work!

A huge thank you to Phoebe (@theatergirl06), Lilac (@timetoriseabove) and Blue (@pen-and-a-microphone) for beta-reading this fic! You guys are the best! AO3 ----------

By the time Anna returned, the house had descended into a new kind of chaos. But, instead of being fueled by the rise in tensions, it was much more frantic. The sound of the door had Jane racing down the stairs, her face full of hope, as Cathy popped her head out of the lounge, her shoulders slumping. Anna looked up as she removed her jacket, raising an eyebrow at the commotion. She hadn’t been gone long enough to provoke concern. She watched as Jane visibly deflated, lines etching her face as she frowned. Anna’s expression must have faltered, as she was quick to apologise.

“Sorry, Anna...We were hoping it was Kitty.”

Anna simply blinked, before Cathy mumbled an explanation despondently. “She left. We don’t know how long after you.”

The fact that Kitty had also walked out didn’t spark any real concern for Anna. For her, walking was her go-to when she needed headspace, so it wasn’t unfeasible to think Kitty would do the same, especially when she wasn’t used to confrontation.

“Maybe she just took a walk, like I did?” Anna glanced at her phone. 9.30pm. It wasn’t that late.

That was when Anne came downstairs, making her presence known, landing at the bottom with a louder stomp than was necessary. “Or maybe she decided to listen to your great advice?” she spat, bitterly. She folded her arms, glaring accusingly at the other Queen.

Anna felt another pang of guilt. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if Kitty had been driven to do something drastic because of what she’d said. But then, Anne’s words also made her fingers twitch in irritation.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” she insisted, maintaining her composure. She wasn’t about to give Anne the satisfaction of seeing her lose her cool.

“But she doesn’t know that! She thinks we hate her!” Anne cried in exasperation, her voice faltering as sobs began to escape from her throat. “She ran away because we made her feel like she doesn’t belong, like she doesn’t mean anything to us! We shut her out, Anna!”

Anne crumpled onto the bottom step, burying her head in her hands. Jane crouched down beside her, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders. But Anne hadn’t finished with Anna. After a few seconds, she lifted her head once more, her anger having resurfaced, eyes narrowing into a threatening glare.

“If anything happens to her-” she growled.

“Shouting and pinning blame is not going to help anyone!” Catherine emerged from the kitchen and strode into the middle of the hallway, arms folded, unimpressed. “We need to think where she might have gone.”

“Kit hates being alone. She’s probably terrified.” Anne clamped her eyes shut at the thought of her cousin out there, feeling abandoned and lost, driven out of her own home. She couldn’t bear it.

“But if she’s frightened she might come back here,” Cathy reassured, leaning against the wall. “Anna could be right, she might have only gone out for a breather. It would explain why she’s left her phone.”

Anne sniffed, wiping her tears away briskly. “Or, she could have run away and left it so we can’t find her.”

The insinuation made them all shift in discomfort, exchanging worried glances. After a moment, their gazes turned to Catherine, searching for guidance from the older and, arguably, wiser Queen.

“We should split up and search the places Kitty considers ‘safe spots’. Someone should also stay here in case she comes back.” Catherine’s eyes fell on Anne.

Anne was the obvious choice by elimination. Kitty was far less likely to be spooked into fleeing if she was greeted by her own cousin, someone she usually depended on to be on her side. Catherine had already ruled both herself and Anna out, given how they’d lashed out. Jane was too heavily involved; after all, Kitty had accused her of being too clingy and overbearing, and by the time she returned she might be feeling guilty. Which left Cathy and Anne. Cathy had admitted she'd made a small comment about the situation, but nothing that would necessarily provoke Kitty to be worried or scared to approach her. Yet, Anne had the upper hand. She was family.

Anne nodded in agreement, desperately trying to think of the places she frequented with Kitty.

“You should try the park...maybe the bridge? Um...she might also have gone to the Starbucks down the road, although it’ll be closing soon?”

With that, Anne prepared herself for an anxious wait at home alone in front of the TV, listening intently for any sign of her cousin returning home, whilst the other Queens scoured the local Starbucks and park for any sign of their younger counterpart.

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Having had no success with Anne’s suggestions, the group broadened their search to the surrounding streets and walking routes, but to no avail. Disheartened and tired, Catherine reluctantly called the search off at midnight. They were no use to Kitty if they were all exhausted.

As always, Cathy stayed awake long after the others had retired to bed. But tonight, she just couldn’t focus on writing. The thought of the young girl wandering the streets cold and feeling unwanted, swirled around in her head, distracting her from her work. As much as Kitty desperately wanted to be treated like the adult she was, Cathy couldn’t deny that she was vulnerable out there. Consumed with worry, Cathy gave a sigh and abandoned her desk, realising this wasn’t going to be a productive evening until she knew that Kitty was safe. She decided to make one last coffee trip downstairs, when, to her surprise, she found Anna at the kitchen table. The other Queen was staring vacantly into space, completely unaware of Cathy’s presence.

“Hey,” Cathy said softly, lingering in the doorway for a second. “You okay?”

Anna didn’t look up, merely shaking her head. “I should never have said what I did.”

Cathy gave a sigh, flicking on the kettle before joining Anna at the table, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“It’s not your fault,” she reassured. “Kit hasn’t run away because of what you said, she’s run away because of what we did. We’re all responsible for this. This isn’t your burden to bear alone, okay?”

Anne’s accusation earlier had clearly affected Anna, whittling away at her resolve like a knife. She just couldn’t shake the feeling that she was solely responsible for Kitty running away; that she probably wouldn’t have done it had she not been so harsh. Anne’s condemnation had only served to rub salt in the wound.

“What kind of friend says that?” Anna persisted, the guilt burning away in her chest. Her eyes pricked with tears, but she was determined not to let them fall.

Cathy poured them both a coffee, setting a mug down in front of Anna before settling back down beside her, the warmth of her mug comforting in her hands.

“Anna, listen to me. You were the first to speak against the idea of us keeping things quiet around Kit. You were being a good friend, trying to see things from her perspective. We should have spent more time considering both sides before rushing into a decision. After all, you know her better than most. That has to mean something.”

Anna finally lifted her eyes to meet the writer’s gaze, giving a watery smile. Cathy wrapped her arms around her. Despite the German usually shrinking away from hugs, she felt Anna sink into her embrace as she took a shaky breath.

“Come on, let’s get some sleep.”

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Earlier, Jane had decided to check in on Anne before trying to sleep. She found her curled up in bed, wide awake, scrolling mindlessly through photos on her phone. Her eyes fell onto Kitty’s favourite pink teddy bear, tucked under her arm. Jane gently perched herself on the edge of the bed.

“You should try and get a little bit of rest, love,” she said softly. “You’ll need it for the morning.”

“How can I possibly sleep when she’s out there, alone and scared?” Anne’s phone slipped from her hand as she struggled to fight off the tears that were threatening to overwhelm her again. “What if she has a nightmare? There’s nobody to comfort her.”

Jane took the younger Queen’s hand in hers, stroking it soothingly with her thumb. She’d had time to contemplate her treatment of Kitty, and had come to the conclusion that perhaps she had unintentionally infantilised and underestimated her. She took a deep breath.

“I think Kitty is a lot stronger than any of us realise,” Jane admitted. “She’s a bright girl, with a good head on her shoulders…” She hesitated as Anne gave a laugh through her tears at the unintended pun, clearing her throat. “What I’m trying to say is...perhaps she’s doing this to prove a point? That she is capable of being independent and not needing someone’s hand to hold all the time.”

Jane dropped her gaze, her voice lowered to a murmur. “I guess, it’s kind of my fault. I was just...too wrapped up in trying to be a mother figure to her that I forgot all that. I guess I was just so desperate for her to stay younger for as long as possible because-” She broke off, her lip quivering at the threat of fresh tears.

It made sense. Every parent wants their child to stay young for as long as possible to cherish those special moments and milestones for longer. They dread the day their little one becomes an adult and no longer needs them, spending less time with them as a result. Suddenly, all the quality time spent painting or building forts in the living room become just memories, never to be experienced again. Not only that, but in Jane’s case, she’d never gotten the chance to see her son grow, so it was only natural that she wanted to fuss over Kitty for as long as possible, whilst she still could. Jane was clinging steadfast to what little remained of the child in Kitty, the part Kitty was desperate to detach from.

Anne immediately sat up to console the older woman, throwing her arms around her.

“Don’t ever blame yourself for that, Jane,” she said firmly. “If there’s one thing I understand, it’s that maternal instincts don’t ever go away. They are always there. There’s not a day I don’t miss Elizabeth and wish I could go back and relive those precious days with her as a little girl.”

Suddenly, Anne was in the garden at Greenwich Palace, the summer air filled with her little girl’s bubbly laughter as she tumbled and played. It was a sound Anne heard frequently in her dreams, one that she missed so dearly. Pulling away from Jane and shaking her head to dispel the memory, Anne composed herself.

“It’s okay to want to try and experience what you didn’t get to with Edward. Just...maybe be mindful that perhaps Kitty doesn’t quite understand how you feel? You love her so much, you’d have to be blind to not see that. Maybe Kitty just needs some space every now and then? To do her own thing.”

Jane gave a weak smile, nodding in acknowledgement, her eyes cast down to her lap. After a moment, she looked up at Anne again. “Would you like some company?”

Anne’s shoulders fell as she bit her lip. Shaking her head, she gave Jane an apologetic look, before having second thoughts. “Unless…?” came her weak reply.

Now it was Jane’s turn to shake her head, giving the younger Queen a reassuring smile, though Anne could see it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“No, no, I’m fine, love. I just wanted to pop in and make sure you were okay, that’s all.”

At that, the older woman planted a kiss on Anne’s forehead before bidding her goodnight, closing the door behind her.

As Anne curled back up in bed, a sinking feeling of guilt filled her chest. The truth was, she had only declined Jane’s offer in case Kitty came home during the night. She wanted her cousin to know that she could always rely on her for a safe space, that there was always room for her.

Clutching Kitty’s teddy bear tightly to her chest, Anne prayed that she was safe.

#six fanfiction

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not-quite-cocoa · 5 years ago

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Attention! Camp Camp Rp community! A proposal!

Earlier this morning, I got an idea for something that I’d really love to hear feedback from you all on.

A Camp Camp Bulletin Board!

The idea at first started as a joke, as a board that tracks how long it’s been since the last accident. However I began to think more and more of what sort of benefit a community board could actually have. It could help organize plots, community events, people, blogs, locations... And so, so much more. Most importantly, It could help unite the camp camp roleplay community.

So to help do this-

The Camp Camp bulletin board has a “Leave your drama at the door” and “No Bias” policy.

I understand that there’s things and events that you may not want to forgive and forget, because putting it simply, that’s just not how it works. It’s not fair to expect that of somebody. However, my goal here is to help foster opportunities for new relationships and cooperation in the hopes of benefiting everybody here, and to provide everybody with access to a public megaphone of a tool. Therefore...

The blog will be ENTIRELY non partisan!

Personally, I plan to set my biases and prejudices aside to help fulfill this goal of promoting and opening up communication for the entire community, and to work with people from other sub circles of the community that I don’t usually talk to. I want to work with people I don’t usually talk to, and to help break down harsh stigmas and barriers. We are all inclusive here! The only exceptions are kid//adult shippers. Get out. You grossass.

This will be a multi-modded blog!

I would love for people from ALL over the community to come and help me out, and bring in every different corner of our community to this blog, regardless of any drama that may have happened in the past. Everybody belongs in this community, and this bulletin board will be a tool to help us all connect again.

Down below the cut, I have additional, more in depth information about this concept, and if you have any questions or comments, leave a comment or send me an ask! You can be anonymous or tag your blog, however you feel comfortable.

and PLEAAAASE PLEASE PLEASE!! REBLOG IF YOU’RE INTERESTED IN SEEING THIS!

As I outlined above, there’s a lot of things this board can do to help bring us together and help us all out as we create and morph our characters’ stories. We’ll go one by one, in depth and down the line over all the ideas I’ve come up with so far. This is by no means a complete or concrete list, as I’m looking for public feedback for more ideas and to see what you all really want.

Plots- Getting plots and events off the ground is a lot of hard work as it already is, especially if you’re looking to generate interest or get interactions from other blogs. A camp bulletin board would act as an out of character advertisement to help signal boost your efforts and ideas, and help connect you to any people who would be interested!

Promos- Starting a roleplay blog on tumblr can be challenging, especially if its your first blog. Regardless of its your very first, if you have a friend group already involved, or multiple blogs already, it would be fantastic to have a huge signal boost to get yourself out there!

Staying organized- There are TONS of blogs in this community, and it can be hard to track who roleplays who, relationships, found families, past events, and so on. The bulletin board would help get everybody on the same page and keep track of the abundance of information that goes around in the community.

Community events- The board would work as advertisement for stuff such as birthdays, holidays, festivals, and parties! Any sort of open invitation event would be posted and reblogged on the bulletin board, to help you get the biggest event turnout possible.

Connecting the community- I understand that sometimes the community can feel a little divided, like there’s multiple circles that don’t always interact with eachother. This board is here to help encourage that cross communication through events and working together.

Non bias- I want to have a good hefty handful of people to work with me on this blog, regardless of what they may think or feel about me. I understand its incredibly difficult to eliminate any bias or prejudice, but the best step forward in my opinion is to include people from all over the community. No matter what part of the community you’re from, I want you to have a mod you’d feel safe and comfortable talking to.

Location and environment- Keeping track of locations and buildings by lake lilac, to help us all build a solid setting together as a community! In addition, we can track and announce the weather and changes in weather, such as intense heat, snow, wind, and so on! AND! A bonus addition! I’m well aware we get quite crazy with our magic in this community, so the board can also announce massive magic phenomena that can create a visual or physical phenomena. Such as massive beams of light or sudden shift of wind or weather.

I’m absolutely open to hearing more ideas or how i can tweak, adjust, or add onto this! If you would like to hear me elaborate or hear me talk about just any additional ideas I have, send an ask!! I’d LOVE to hear from everybody!

#･⁎ ❅ *ﾟσυт σғ cσcσα «σσc»#PLEASE! REBLOG!#Signal boost it!#Reblog if you want to see this!

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luxscathing · 5 years ago

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@becomewant » they would have been comfortable where they knelt, between her legs and laying familiar worship to molten heat had it not been for their own unruly strands. ren was loathe to stop however, one hand coming off heart shaped hips to raise their wrist where a convenient hair tie was placed. magenta hue caught lilac gaze to silently communicate their request. they doubted yang wanted them to stop anyway.

&. just like that , yang melts the very same way sugar does when applied to heat. she ‘ s been waiting for this alone time all day , this closeness she &. dragon can ‘ t share among the heat of battle &. thundering roars of the grimm hoards they ‘ d been sent to eliminate. sure she can cast a few subtle flirtations ren ‘ s way , but nothing on this level of intimacy , nothing that could ever be replicated quite like a wicked tongue &. even more wicked intentions. phoenix leans into their touch despite being coaxed back against the couch , hands slipping up ren ‘ s shirt , nails clawing at shoulder blades &. along spine in some attempt to pull that elegant ferocity from them. anything to make ren growl , make them lunge into a raging inferno with naught a care in the world , with roseate hue simply glossed over in a thick layer of want , want , want. yang knew she was doomed to fall for them over &. over the moment she pulled this duality from them , but truthfully she wouldn ‘ t have ren any other way.

when sunshine finally plops on cushions , it is with a resounding THUD ! &. a flurry of girlish titters , just barely bordering the line between sickly sweet &. spiced taunt in her lover ‘ s general direction. ❝ so serious. ❞ xiao long coos , legs spreading instinctively , thumbs dipping under waistband of shorts &. panties to slowly ( painfully so , she has to make ren wait for it ) tug the fabrics down &. around ankles. tongue glides o ‘ er lower lip , biting down with fanged enamel then &. elegant spine arching the moment ren paves claim for wet heat. whimper of a moan , heaving of chest &. the ever dramatic tossing of starshine crown back when stormborne reaches those spots that drive yang absolutely wild. yang ‘ s breaths shift more sporadic , like gasping for air &. squealing when her body torques to ren ‘ s touch &. hips roll up into their mouth like the greedy little thing she is. more , i want more. they always make her feel so good , it ‘ s almost unfair , especially when they expect nothing in return , but the surprise of yang returning the favour tenfold in the end always sets her heart &. soul aflutter. like a barrage of fireworks being lit into a clear night sky , or a raging wildfire spreading its flames &. otherworldly heat to everything around it.

inhale , exhale. when she finally looks back down &. catches a glimpse of that pretty , handsome face between her legs , ren ‘ s request does not go unnoticed. yang grins &. takes the yellow hair tie from their wrist , bundling up thick strands of inky locks into a messy bun , playfully tugging along the way &. caressing ren ‘ s cheek when she ‘ s finished. ❝ mm , baby . . . fuck , right there. ❞ she pleads , smooths away bangs from ren ‘ s eyes , gliding over temple before placing hands back at her side to claw at couch once more. sharp inhale. ❝ don ‘ t stop. ❞

#answered.#spicy text /#hehe #becomewant

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loyalflutist · 5 years ago

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Wavering Light (F!Byleth x Edelgard)

Challenge: Edeleth Twitter Week (09/29/2019 - 10/05/2019) Day 2: Light

A/N: Whoops, forgot to upload this yesterday. (I was swamped with a multitude of things to do.) The third day should be up sometime soon! For this theme, I wanted to take the terminology metaphorically.

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Byleth was someone she naturally opened to. Edelgard didn’t think twice about it, but the words had flown right out of her mouth like a broken melody the day Byleth had entered her bedroom.

“I… suppose it does not hurt to tell you.”

How strange! It was only the second month since they have met with each other. They hardly knew much about one another, save it for their names. If they ever spoke about their past, the basic likes and dislikes were checked off from their get-to-know list. Nothing more, nothing less. However, that fateful night, it was as if Edelgard’s rigid dam cracked under pressure.

“I could never rid of these nightmares.”

Nightmares that had plagued her were frequent. She was almost used to the night terrors that threatens to expel her sanity to the underworld. Even Hubert was unable to quell the raging beast terrifying the young noble! Her screams and anguished moans echoed from her chambers! None of the students from nearby were able to offer comfort either! So, who could she turn to?

“My father could not save me.”

No one.

“Hubert couldn’t even save me.”

Absolutely no one.

“I’m so scared of the darkness.”

No one could save her from this entity.

Until Byleth came around.

The older female’s features were scribbled with perplexity. She had shifted her eyes to the side, her mouth briefly moving as if she inaudibly whispered to an imaginary being. Then, the mattress dipped. Warmth enveloped the young girl almost immediately; protective arms wrapped around the white-haired. The professor never judged nor stepped out of line with Edelgard. Instead, as Edelgard’s face rests on the soft bosoms, the instructor muttered,

“I will be your light to your darkness, Edelgard.”

That was right…

What is the opposite of darkness?

Light; light is the opposite of darkness.

It was the only material to combat against it.

They were drunk upon the rays Byleth had shone to Edelgard’s life. Their tolerance heightened when their relationship morphed from mere comrades to friendship to lovers. The light illuminated their figures even brighter than ever! Nightmares begone! Darkness is at bay! None shall bypass the source that is called Byleth, lest they are exposed to their opposite!

But what if that light starts to waver?

What if it starts to flicker?

What if that light… is extinguished?

That concept never crossed through her mind, and neither did it cross through the other female. Unfortunately, neglect became a reality. Tis’ not the neglect from Edelgard. No— She was not one to blame! Not one shall blame the mighty rising emperor for the Adrestian Empire! Neglection lay in the fault of one other person.

“You shouldn’t push yourself so hard, my teacher.”

The professor was so engrossed in beaming light to Edelgard’s life, she heeded little attention to the creeping darkness from her own shadows. It was unnoticeable at first. Byleth’s stoic exterior contrasted her inner state. The twinkles in her navy hues, the inappropriate tease, the gentle nature of her teachings… They were all a normal part of her personality. Nothing was out of place.

Alas, as the weeks crawled by, more and more missions were distributed to her class. Objections from Jeralt and Byleth were unheard of as Rhea and Seteth command that they do their part for the Church of Seiros.

“May the Goddess watch over you.”

Someone like Catherine would drink that nectar right up without sparing a thought. Someone like Byleth would furiously shake that poison away.

Nonetheless, she, her class, and the hired battalions marched onward for their missions. Simple operations to guard an important figure was granted for the first few times. By their fourth assignment, the students and Byleth took up arms to eliminate the rebels. Though her students were no stranger to bloodshed thanks to their very first mission, the teal-haired was stricken with grief from their reactions. Every death weighed heavily in their hearts. It was prominently shown on her girlfriend’s face.

Edelgard had always possessed pained features with every fatal strike with her axe. A future emperor must be strong and willing to cut down anyone that stands in her path. However, she is still a young girl at the tender age of 18. She needed time to be a teenager, and she needed time to be the recently acquired title of a young adult. So far, she is having none of that.

“It’s unavoidable,” she once mumbled. Crimson that stained her steel axe dripped into a newly-form small puddle within the dirt. She raised her lilac hues and directed her gaze on her professor. A strained smile came to life. “But if it were, I would like to consider that option.”

“…”

Byleth was not sure what to say. Lack of verbal cues was replaced with an extension of her hand. She firmly positioned her hand on the noble’s shoulder. Both of her brows furrowed as she made desperate attempts to soothe her girlfriend.

The tactician had to do something about this… and quick. Tasks that were monthly eventually shortened to mere days-worth of notice. There was almost no warning from the given task. Seteth would bestow an important assignment to her and her class on the same day on rare occasions! Byleth grimaced each time she received a new operation.

‘ They’re never going to make it at this rate. ‘

Hence, the mantle must be taken on her own. The professor could not put her students in harm’s way. Not with the way the Church of Seiros was treating them.

These missions were slowly delivered on time. What made the quick results impressive was the fact Byleth went into battle on her own with Jeralt’s mercenaries. Jeralt would occasionally pop in to lend a hand for his daughter, but most of the work was solely derived from the teal-haired. The results were always successful. Not a single failure tainted her record at the monastery. She was even beginning to amplify her name to the world.

“The Ashen Demon has finally made its return!”

Hark, her students are not in unnecessary danger anymore! Rejoice! Byleth, Jeralt, and their mercenary goons can take them on! After all, their education is most important!

Yet it came at a deadly cost. The shadow that waited from behind lunged at the professor. Its claws began to shred apart her stoic exterior; its exposing darkness began to chew her up from the inside out. Byleth’s physical and emotional traits were beginning to collapse under the agonizing pressure. The stoic features had mirrored her internal state. The twinkles that slyly shone from her hues dulled. When she cracked a small smile, it looked crooked.

The light that illuminated and basked Edelgard’s lonesome body began to dim. Black began to rapidly surround the two figures. Head lowered, Byleth’s weary eyes glued to empty space below as she fell to her knees, terrified of the dominating darkness.

‘ It’s dark… and cold. ‘

She was never in any extreme situation like Edelgard. She was never in any extreme situation like the rest of her students. She simply led an ordinary life as a mercenary with her father. However, the light that she continuously showered on Edelgard was expelled. She is not the light anymore. She became inflicted with the darkness.

‘ I’m scared. ‘

As if history were to repeat itself, Byleth nearly shot up from her mattress, sweat gleaming from her forehead. Her scarred knuckles whitened as her grip on the sheet threatened to be crushed. She was breathless, her pupils dilated and darted all around her bedroom. The nightmare that plagued her was becoming more and more frequent. These uninvited guests showcased various imagery relating to the deaths of her students from an unfortunate accident. If one mission were to go wrong, it would become a reality instead.

“Byleth?”

The reason the instructor was unable to sit up on the bed was due to Edelgard’s strong arms. She was being hugged from behind by the noble. Although she was unable to turn around, she felt hot breaths tickle her shoulder. A shudder ran down her spine as the youngster asked,

“Is it the nightmares again?”

Byleth slowed her breathing. Her jawlines became visible as she slowly nodded. Silence followed afterward. Edelgard proceeded to bury her face into the older woman’s neck. The white-haired began to shower kisses and nuzzles onto the exposed skin, her legs slowly tangling with the other’s and her blanketed embrace tightening. She closed her eyes and proclaimed,

“I will be your light to your darkness, Byleth.”

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razieltwelve · 6 years ago

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Bask (RWBY AU Snippet)

Note: This is set prior to Dragon-Rider.

X X X

A normal person would have taken one look at the massive golden dragon sprawled onto its back and run away as quickly and quietly as they could. Ruby was not a normal person.

“Come on!” Ruby growled, walking over to the dragon and giving her a stout kick in the flank. Of course, all this achieved was stubbing Ruby’s toe. The dragon, whose scales could easily withstand all but the most potent of spells, simply opened one lilac eye and snickered. “Ouch! Stop laughing!”

The dragon chortled unrepentantly, and Ruby’s eyes narrowed before she gave her another mighty kick with her other foot.

“Ouch!” Ruby tumbled to the ground and clutched at both of her feet. Even with boots on, kicking the dragon had not been a good idea. It had been like kicking metal. “Oh, be quiet. We’re supposed to be practicing for the tournament, Yang. Instead, you’re lazing about in the sun.”

Lazing about? I’m a solar dragon, Ruby. I draw power from the sun. What looks like lazing about in the sun to you is actually an important part of my day. I’m harvesting power from the sun, so I can operate at full strength.

Ruby eyed her sister sceptically. “No. I do not believe you. You might be a solar dragon, but you don’t have to be in your dragon form to absorb energy. You can just absorb energy in your human form.”

Would you believe if I said surface area matters?

“Nope.” Ruby shook her head. “Dad never mentioned anything about that, and he’s a solar dragon too. He always said that just being in the sun was enough, regardless of what form he was in. He also said he didn’t need to spend more than an hour or two out in the sun a day.” Ruby scowled. “You’ve been basking on this hillside for half the day, Yang.”

I’m a growing dragon-blessed. Yang rolled over. I need more time in the sun.

“You’re just lazy!” Ruby countered. She stumbled to her feet. Instead of giving her sister a kick, she grabbed a stick and jabbed it into Yang’s scales. The stick broke. She was tempted to use the dagger at her waist, but she’d just break that too. Solar dragons were amongst the most durable of all dragons. Yang could take a ballista bolt to the chest without slowing down in her dragon form, and anything less than a magically-enhanced boulder wouldn’t even get her attention. “Come on! We need to practice! Velvet and Coco will be participating in this tournament, and you know they’re strong!”

Yang shifted her head to peer at Ruby. Velvet and Coco?

“Yeah, dad said they would be entering.”

Yang sat up. I guess we should practice.

Ruby grinned. Velvet was a changeling dragon, a dragon capable of temporarily assuming the forms and characteristics of other dragons she had encountered. She was never quite as strong as the originals, but the ability gave her a huge amount of versatility. For instance, her solar dragon form would never be able to match Yang’s, but the last time they’d fought, Velvet had taken on the form of a tidal dragon. Consider the bout had been held over the ocean, Yang had suddenly found herself being attacked by absolutely colossal quantities of water. Had Ruby been with her, she could still have evaded the attacks and overwhelmed Velvet, but the two dragon-blessed had been sparring, and Yang had been forced to concede the bout.

“Coco is pretty good too,” Ruby said.

The older dragon-rider’s magic allowed her to increase the overall ability and power of the dragon-blessed she was riding, which eliminated the main weakness inherent to changeling dragons. The pair were thus perfect for one another, and they had already won several tournaments although their last tournament had ended in a loss.

If the rumours were to be believed, they had faced Pyrrha Nikos, a dragon-blessed who had won multiple tournaments without a dragon-rider. No one really knew exactly what kind of dragon she was, but she was supposed to have gleaming, red metallic scales and to have outstanding speed, strength, agility, and durability. Yang had wanted to face her for ages, but their duties fighting off the Grimm meant that a trip to Mistral was out of the question for the time being.

What practice are we doing today? Yang sat up onto her haunches and flared her wings carefully. Instead of being hurled away by hurricane-force winds, Ruby merely stumbled back a few steps.

“Well, we need to work on your breath attacks a bit. Velvet is fast and agile, no matter what form she takes, but your breath attack can move faster than any dragon.”

Yang grinned toothily. Sounds fun.

X X X

The firing range was a devastated plain of scorched rock and mangled stone. It had been left in ruins after a colossal battle between twelve dragon-blessed and their dragon-riders against a horde of Grimm, many of them airborne. Ever since, it had been use as an area for dragon-blessed to hone their breath attacks since those were usually too destructive to be used freely elsewhere.

As a solar dragon, Yang had three main types of breath attacks. The one that had always come most easily to her was fire. A single sharp burst of breath produced a short, compact bolt of flame that detonated on impact. A longer, more drawn-out breath created a cloud or torrent of fire. Each had their place, and Ruby watched from atop Yang’s back with a special pair of goggles on to protect her eyes from the glare. Yang, of course, could peer right into the flames without blinking.

“Hmmm… let’s cue up some targets,” Ruby said. Using a bit of magic, she set several rocks into motion, flinging them far away.

Easy. Yang fired four times in quick succession, and each rock was obliterated in an explosion of flame.

“Yeah, but fire has always come more easily to you. Try light next.”

A solar dragon could also spew beams of light. Yang had always found that more difficult. Fire had an easy enough mental switch to use. All she had to do was thinking about the damage the Grimm had done, and her flame would rush to answer her call. Light required a more subtle touch. It drew off the protective instincts she possessed.

Unlike flame, the light she spewed was absolutely abysmal at engaging multiple targets. What it could do, however, was travel at far greater speed and strike with much greater piercing power. She’d used it on heavily armoured airborne Grimm, and she’d yet to meet one whose armour it couldn’t pierce.

Instead of throwing rocks, she and Ruby took to the air. They had marked out targets before, and as Yang flew past, she unleashed her light. The beams dug out narrow, thin furrows in the rock, and she frowned. Her aim with her light still wasn’t as good. Despite not carrying a lot of explosive force, the recoil when using it was quite large. It made firing multiple shots from her mouth in quick succession very difficult.

“Hmm… we need to work on that.” Ruby studied the pattern of strikes on the ground thoughtfully. “I doubt you’ll be able to hit Velvet with fire unless she makes a mistake, but light should work. Okay, let’s try the last one.”

Weaving light and fire together was a special gift for solar dragons. It created a breath attack that had the properties of both: the extreme speed and piercing power of light combined with the explosive force and potential for explosions of fire. Yang had only recently unlocked the ability, and her aim was less than stellar.

“Let me just strap myself in first,” Ruby warned.

Really?

“Well, you did almost blow up part of the academy last time you did this, so…”

Oh, be quiet.

Yang drew her head back. The combination of fire and light required a mixture of rage and protectiveness, a sensation at once familiar and utterly foreign. She fought to grasp the sensation and then called upon her power. The resulting beam of radiant devastation carved out a massive trench, leaving an entire swathe of the landscape engulfed in fire as the ground became a swamp of molten rock.

It was also not where Yang had been aiming.

“On the upside,” Ruby said. “At least it’s not like this place can look any worse, right?”

X X X

Author’s Notes

More dragons! You can never have enough dragons.

You can find me on fanfiction.net, AO3, and Amazon.

Definitely check out my Amazon stuff if you enjoy my sense of humour.

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where-dreamers-go · 6 years ago

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(A/N: I came up with this idea in September, but only got around to typing it up now.)

Cuffs holding your wrists together, you were escorted by a number of Resistance members with blasters at the ready.

You had been caught off guard. Not in the sense of a battle tactic, however you were caught between deciding to end someone’s life simply because they were ‘the enemy’ or let them live because you had empathy for their inner pain.

It turned out that letting the young woman live because she said ‘all of you lead to her sister’s death’ was what lead you into a cargo ship.

Lead to what could be a lounge room, you sensed a familiar presence.

Classic blues and lilac colors adorned the older man’s attire who turned to the group surrounding you.

“Ah. So this is one of the famous Knights of Ren?” Lando Calrissian stood with fists on his sides.

“Sir,” Poe Dameron, a Resistance leader stepped ahead to the other man. “Do you really think it’s safe bringing this one on board?”

“Only one way to find out. Remove their helmet.”

You inhaled deeply. There were numerous reasons why you still wore a helmet that covered your face. Bringing up your past was one of them.

One of the beige-wearing troopers less than delicately removed the onyx mask from your head.

Exposure for who you truly were caused more unsettling twists in your stomach than having five blasters pointed at you when you chose to show no aggression towards the girl who falsely accused you, as ‘the enemy’ for her sister’s death.

Every eye was on you. Not your boots, not your now empty utility belt, and certainly not your restrained-gloved hands.

“It’s been a while,” Calrissian took another step closer to you.

Tentatively, you met his gaze.

“Nice to see you again, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).” He rose both eyebrows. “You’ve grown up since the last time I saw you.”

The Resistance pilot beside him turned with wide eyes.

“What would your parents think of you now? A part of the First Order. Your parents risked their lives leaving the Empire and you joined the ashes of it.”

You tore your eyes away from him, it caused too much anguish and shame to think about his words.

Clarissian shook his head.

“You’d do so much better here.”

There stood a confrontational Poe Dameron. Not even addressing you while you stood right there.

“They betrayed their family and killed countless people. Why should we let them live. They know the First Order’s secrets. We can find out where they’ll strike next.” Dameron spoke as anger boiled inside you.

“Are you suggesting we interrogate them or torture, Dameron?”

“They’re murders! They don’t deserve our–!”

“How dare you.” You spat, limbs shaking. “All you do is blurt out false accusations.”

“You’re a Knight of Ren,” Dameron turned on you with fire in his eyes. “All you’ve done is kill without mercy. You don’t care about anyone.”

“I didn’t join the First Order to kill. I joined because my friend woke up one night with a lightsaber pointed his way. I joined because a man I looked up to almost slew his own nephew. I joined because I feared for my friend’s life and feared what might happen to me if I stayed at the Jedi Temple.” Heat washed over you, emotions pouring out to the visibility of others. “I did not sign up to kill anyone. And I have not been brainwashed to think anything other than my own thoughts.”

Dameron took yet another step closer, his knuckles white as he gripped his blaster at his side.

“You still killed so many.”

“And I have faced long, countless nights in severe punishment for lying to Snoke by saying I eliminated our enemies,” your hands shook involuntarily in their restraints. “I am not a monster no matter what you might think, ace pilot of the Resistance.”

It took most of your will power not to knock the brunette senseless. Even without using the Force. That wouldn’t be good form especially in front of a man you knew in your childhood before you were amongst a dozen chosen to be Skywalker’s students.

"I am more than what others have set me out to be."

#star wars #star wars imagines #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron imagines #poe dameron #lando calrissian #lando calrissian x reader #knight of ren #knights of ren #luke skywalker #star wars reader #disney #disney imagine

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ethicaltreatmentofcowplants · 17 days ago

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And now we say goodbye to the cutest cinnamon roll ever, our romantically reserved Evergreen Harbor native.

Giovanna and Lilac started out with excellent compatibility and a shared passion for environmentalism (and disdain for polished fashion!). But while it was enough for friendship, the chemistry between them never quite picked up.

While I hoped Giovanna would go further, I suspected that Lilac may be a little too wild and rock 'n roll for her - and indeed, towards the end Giovanna did get overshadowed by the much stronger (and more forward 😏) personalities in the competition. She also sabotaged herself in the first round when she could have had a solo date with Lilac, but was the one sim to walk away from an incomplete painting, which caused a tiebreaker and Tiago to eventually win the opportunity.

But she brought out the softer sides of many around her. Every time she expressed discomfort over the state of the place, someone would leap to their feet to help her out - and even during his first round Reign of Terror, Forest never had a bad word to say to her. Their friendship was wholesomeness incarnate.

Giovanna - we will miss you, but we are sure that you are going onwards to better and brighter things! And when Lilac's next in Evergreen Harbor, she'll gladly catch up over a plate of fried crickets (or not) with you.

@ravingsockmonkey

#simply lilac #simply lilac round two #simply lilac eliminations #giovanna goth by ravingsockmonkey #lilac moon

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365daysofsasuhina · 6 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Fourteen: Contempt ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina, blood, vulgarity ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

He’s used to it by now. The glares, the whispers, the contempt. In the grand scheme of things, he doesn’t care. People will think of him what they will. Never mind the fact that, without him, the world would have ended and they’d all be brainless mokuton zombies.

Before his final confrontation with Naruto, he’d resigned himself to being hated: the necessary evil the world would need to keep it on the correct course. Even now, with his path forcibly changed, he keeps the same opinion of himself. He’s done what he’s done. There’s no erasing or changing the past. All he can do now is move forward...even if those who criticize him clearly can’t do the same.

For now, as his brother recovers, he finds himself in a state of limbo. Returned to Konoha far earlier than he’d ever wanted, and yet...now with reason to stay. But in the same breath...purposeless. All he knows is that, in some way, he needs to ensure Konoha changes for the better. If his brother, and his brother’s family, are to remain here...it must be safe. Primarily for them...but also for everyone. No one else deserves to go through what the Uchiha went through.

So they won’t.

Not if he has anything to say about it.

All that remains is how to actually accomplish it. Already, before he’s even able to walk, Itachi has talked about plans to rejoin the ANBU. Work in the shadows, as he has for so long. It suits him, Sasuke can’t help but agree. Would such work be a wise choice for him as well? It would mean avoiding the public eye. Eliminating threats against the village without recognition, with most of the populace completely unaware anything is even wrong to begin with. Such is the ANBU’s role.

...but that doesn’t quite feel right.

Because once Itachi’s revival is made public...Sasuke can only assume there will be just as many, if not more, who won’t bother to censor their distaste and hatred against Itachi and his actions, even if they were village-sanctioned. To them it won’t matter: that he acted in their interest, that he gave up his life, his home, to keep them safe from the outside. No...they’ll just see a murderer and a traitor, no matter what reasons they give.

It’s the same for him, after all.

Even his own friends - or, so-called friends - have changed. Not that he blames them...but it just goes to show how shallow those feelings are...and have been. Never any offer to help avenge his clan. To bring them justice. Even after Naruto and Sakura were told Itachi’s truth, and the role Konoha played in his clan’s demise...they still sought to drag him back. To chain him in the place that had deemed his family too selfish and dangerous for simply being willing to fight for equal treatment.

And once they saw how far he’d go to change that...everything changed. Naruto still insists they’re best friends. But what kind of best friend says nothing of sanctioned genocide? Even now there’s been no offer to find justice...so Sasuke will just take it himself when the time comes. But this time, he’ll do it right.

Sakura, too, has changed. She avoids him, he can tell...and yet when they end up together, she still puts on that facade-like smile and flirty nature. Does she really still hope for him to love her? After all that’s happened between them? She openly tried to kill him. And he did the same to her. Sakura has seen better than anyone his instability, and willingness to sacrifice what he must to reach his goals.

Her continued affections honestly make him sick. Even now, knowing what she knows, she clings to the boy she never really knew: only idolized, and falsely.

For now...he considers them both strangers. It’s for the best, he’s convinced. They’re not going to do each other any good as they are...and Sasuke has far more pressing priorities.

And yet...funnily enough, the only person beyond his family that seems to tolerate him - maybe even like him - is someone he’s barely spoken a word to.

Hyūga Hinata.

He remembers her, like he remembers everyone. Shy, reserved, weak...and trailing after Naruto. It’d seemed like she’d had some kind of crush on him back then, but...you wouldn’t guess so now. He’s assuming that time wasn’t kind to her in that regard. It’s rather clear Naruto’s still hung up on Sakura, even if Sasuke suspects it started just as shallow in nature as Sakura’s affections for him: born out of jealousy and rivalry. As far as Sasuke’s concerned...Naruto can have her. They suit each other, in more ways than one.

Hinata’s grown a lot, he’ll admit. Physically, and mentally. She can speak to the blond now without issue, though Sasuke still notices the somber tinge to the smiles she gives him.

And given her friendship with Itachi’s wife...she was one of the first people to know the truth behind the elder Uchiha brother’s actions.

As such, she seems more...aware than anyone else. As someone from a clan, she knows their politics well. And as someone who struggled with her family as a child...she knows what it means to have been looked down upon. By her father, by someone she called brother...she might not have lost that family, but in a sense, she’d been cut off from it.

So rather than contempt...she offers him understanding. Not sympathy, which he doesn’t want...but she doesn’t treat him like a maniac. Like an explosive tag about to go off, walking on eggshells. She just...talks to him.

...and maybe he appreciates that a lot more than he thought he would.

Naruto had always been butting heads with him. Sakura couldn’t go two words without batting her eyes. Orochimaru had always had that hunger when the spoke. Suigetsu had been a tease, Karin an obnoxious flirt...and Jūgo, well...he just didn’t say much at all.

Neither does Hinata, in all fairness. But she’s quiet in the same way Sasuke is. No need to fill the air with noise. Just...sit and enjoy the atmosphere. And only speak when there’s really a need, or something on her mind.

So it’s really no surprise when he just starts...ending up in her presence. After all, they both end up third wheeling it rather often where Naruto and Sakura are concerned. Of course, Hinata has her teammates to tend to as well. And her family, as Sasuke does. But on his end, at least, he has few to go to when it comes to company his age.

Of course...that comes with its consequences.

Even something as harmless as stopping to chat outside a shop brings up the realization: it’s not just Sasuke that gets targeted by his aggressors. It’s anyone he spends time with.

Standing idly with a hand resting on the butt of his sword, he’s simply having a conversation with her when someone bumps him from behind. A glance shows one in turn, a few shinobi looking back over their shoulders at him sourly. Sasuke doesn’t otherwise react, straightening and simply pretending it didn’t happen.

Hinata, on the other hand, stares after them with an open glower.

“Leave it, Hyūga.”

“But that was so ru-!”

“I know. But if you pick every fight I run into every day, you’d run yourself ragged.” He can’t help a small hint of amusement in his features. “Don’t worry ab-.”

Thwack

Hinata can help a gasp as a splatter of mud drenches down the front of her lilac shirt. Staring at the mess for a moment, she completely misses the blur of movement that is Sasuke. In a blink, he’s across the street, holding the culprit to a building with a forearm against his neck. His unhidden eye glows a furious red.

“...that was uncalled for,” he offers in a voice far too calm for his expression. There’s no acknowledgement of the shocked people around him, clearly on edge. “Why don’t you go over there and apologize to the lady...before I change my mind and just coat your shirt with healthy helping of blood…?”

“Sasuke-kun, don’t!” A pleading hand tugs at his shoulder.

He ignores her. “...look, asshole. Do what you want to me. But leave my friends out of it. Because as much as I couldn’t give a shit what you do to me...I’m not gonna be happy when you drag someone I care about into something that’s got nothing to do with them. Got it?”

Pale as a ghost and looking ready to cry, the guy just give a jerky nod, sliding down to his rear when Sasuke releases his hold. Nonchalant as ever, he lets his kekkei genkai fade. “...c’mon Hyūga. We��re done here.”

Glancing between the two, she eventually trots after him. “Was...was that wise…?”

“Hn?”

“I mean...people already are afraid of you. Really, you didn’t have to do that. Not if it’ll only make things harder on you.”

“I’ve had a lot worse happen to me than someone taunt me. Especially someone I can lay flat on their ass in a blink.”

“...but…?”

“What pissed me off was involving you. My mistakes and actions have nothing to do with you. And they need to know better than do that, even if it means giving me more shit. I can handle it.” A dark eye glances to her. “...you don’t deserve that.”

“...well neither do you.”

“A lot of people would beg to differ.”

“Well...screw them.”

A brow lifts at her language.

“...you’ve done wrong in the past, sure. But you’ve moved on, and you’re changing for the better. Continuing to treat you like that is wrong...and doing so in the first place isn’t any better.”

Watching her as they walk for a few paces, Sasuke eventually snorts.

“...what?”

“...nothing.”

Huzzah, two weeks down! And I actually had an easy time with this prompt, just...had a busy day, hence the late posting! Anywho, this one's...pretty straightforward. Sasuke honestly couldn't care less what people do to him. But mess with someone he cares about - someone who doesn't deserve it - and you've got a storm coming, bud! Sooo...yeah! I guess that's it for tonight - thanks so much for stopping by and reading!

#uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #sasuhina #blood //#vulgarity //#a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ]#365daysofsasuhina

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